#💭 of course! i hope you like it :D

[garfieldstim]

um! could i request a paleontology themed stimboard? Especially one with a lot of real fossils or maybe even a mix of field and lab work / museum work would be really cool?

paleontology stimboard for anon

x x x / x x x / x x x

[wintfleur]

ᥫ᭡ ‘Guitar lessons’ and kisses!

﹕─┈ pairings ( Gwendolyn Caufield oc! x Juraj Slafkovský )

°. — summary ( Juraj’s guitar lessons don’t go to plan , but neither of them are complaining )

°. — details ( g; fluff . w; kissing . wc; 1.3k )

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #📷 ͡ ꒱ GwenCaufield

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH MY FIRST FIC FOR THIS AU 🤭 I’m so excited to finally get something out for them !! Please let me know what you guys think , and please comment if you would like to be added to the taglist , love you all mwah x )

“Do you wanna try?” Gwen asked him softly, the newly couple were relaxing in her room while her brother and a few of his friends were watching a football game in the living room. They were relaxing in her bed as they looked through some pictures she had taken and printed out, but she noticed that her boyfriend's gaze kept on moving to her guitar that was propped up prettily on the other side of her room next to her vanity. 

“Can i?” Juraj asked with a hopeful smile, he had seen his girlfriend play her guitar many times and God was it so attractive, he knew it was a strong passion for her, and he wanted to be able to enjoy her passions as well. 

Gwen perked up at the thought of her teaching him how to play and she quickly and carefully placed the pictures in the brown box that was covered in a bunch of stickers and placed it on her side table. Juraj watched her with a smile as she skipped over to her guitar and carefully picked up her black electric guitar. 

“Of course, you just have to be careful with my baby” Gwen smiled as she gently held the neck of her guitar as she walked over to him, careful not to trip over her black and white star fluffy carpet. Juraj quickly took off his hoodie, leaving him in his white shirt and sweats before moving to sit on the edge of her bed, looking up at her with a smirk “I thought i was your baby?” 

“You're my baby boy, but Saide, Saide is my baby girl” Gwen teases as she holds her to her chest, slowly rubbing the neck of her guitar teasingly throwing a wink his way, they both knew what she was doing. Juraj chuckled and reached forward, resting his large hands on her legging clad thighs and pulled her to stand between his legs, tilting his head to look up at her “Should i be jealous?” 

“You are pretty hot when you're jealous” Gwen teased as she looked down at him with her own smirk, brown eyes meeting. Juraj bit his lip and felt his heartbeat faster from being under her gaze, he cleared his throat and turned his attention down to her guitar – oh sorry Sadie, and moved his hands for her to pass her to him.

Gwen noticed the flustered look on his face and decided it was time to stop her teasing before it went further then they both were ready for. She passed him sadie and showed him how to hold her properly, a smile on her lips as he looked up at her with his puppy eyes, ready for her to reach him more. 

“Am I holding it right?” Juraj asked quietly after a few minutes of him just strumming the same cords she taught him. Gwen moved from sitting by his side and moved to sit behind him on her knees, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked between his hands and his perfect side profile. Gwen has a small frown on her lips as she noticed his trembling hands “Your hands are shaking” 

Juraj’s breath hitched, and he stopped strumming, his hands were in fact shaking, and it was because of her. Having her so close, her chest pressed against his back, every time he took a breath he could smell her perfume, the perfume that drove him crazy. The smile and small giggle she let out every time he made a mistake was not helping him concentrate at all. He really hoped she couldn't hear or feel his very fast heartbeat. 

Gwen watched him with knowing eyes, her gaze falling to his Adam apple as he swallowed hard and cleared his throat. Gwen smirked and moved closer to him, resting her hand on his shoulder while the other rubbed the closest one to her, sending a chill down his spine at the feeling of her black nails scratching softly against his skin. Gwen whispered in his ear ‘Do I make you nervous?” 

“You know you do” He whispered back, his accent strong. Tilting his head to get a better look at her, he’s welcomed by the sight of her big brown eyes looking up at him and the prettiest smirk on her face. He felt goosebumps spread across his neck at the feeling of her warm breaths hitting his skin. 

Gwen let out a small hum of satisfaction from his words, it was nice to hear that she also made him nervous, because she knew it was obvious to him that he also made her nervous. She watched as his eyes dropped to her lips before quickly looking back to her eyes. Her eyes in turn fell to his lips, not looking away as she slowly leaned in. 

Juraj couldn't help but hold his breath and freeze completely under her touch as she moved closer to him, tilting his head more towards her and fluttering his eyes close at the feeling of their lips locking in a soft kiss. It was an awkward position but neither of them cared. Gwen moved her hand from his arm to softly caress his jaw before cupping it, as their lips moved slowly in tandem. 

Juraj’s neck was starting to ache from the position, and he desperately wanted to pull her close and touch her, but he couldn't with Sadie in his lap. So, he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and stood up from the bed. “Where are you going?” Gwen asked with a pout as she watched him walk to the other side of her room, a blush on her cheeks from the breathtaking kiss. 

“Putting sadie away, wouldn't want your baby girl to get jealous” Juraj teased as he looked back to send her a wink before he gently put the guitar on the stand. He could hear the distant shouts from Cole and their friends in the living room, clearly not happy with how the game was going. Juraj paused at her record player and carefully placed the needle on the outer rim, the sound of the smiths filing her room. 

“You're such an idiot” Gwen laughed happily as she changed her position in bed, now laying on her back, resting her head on her pillows. Juraj chuckled and moved to the bed, laying down on his stomach by her side, looking down at her with a smile. She looked so pretty looking up at him with her pretty brown eyes, her hair all over the place on the pillows. 

Juraj hummed and brought his hand up to softly caress her flushed cheeks, his large hand was bigger than her face. He leaned down and softly kissed the tip of her nose, chuckling when she does that adorable nose scrunch “Mhm but I’m yours” 

Gwen smiled and snuggled closer to him, wanting his warmth. The sweet sound of The Smiths playing in the background made the moment sweeter. She gently took hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. He let out a hum of surprise, but he was eager and quick to kiss back. 

Juraj took charge of the kiss, nibbling softly on her bottom lip so she could get the hint to part her lips and that's exactly what she did. Their tongues fought in a battle that turned in his favor too fast, the kiss turned heated, and she felt herself sink deeper into her bed as Juraj moved closer to her. 

Gwen moaned in the kiss and pulled him closer to her, one of her hands cupping his jaw while the other rested on his lower back, one of his hands cupping her jaw while the other was traveling down her side, squeezing her waist softly. Gwen slowly pulled away, both of their eyes fluttering open, a smile on their lips as they locked eyes. She whispered breathlessly against his lips 

“And I'm yours” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I LOVE THEM SM I CANT BREATHE 💔 pls pls pls feel free to send in some thoughts or requests, i would love to talk about them more !! Again please let me know your thoughts !! )

°. — taglist ( @lovings4turn @toasttt11 @cixrosie @prettyboywoll @petite-potato4 @winterbarnesblog )

©️WINTFLEUR

[yawujin]

the way you write iceland is absolutely adorable!!! can we get any more relationship hcs with him, anything you want, honestly! he’s such a sweetie in your writing!!

well tysm! i really find him cute so writing him that way comes naturally <3 hope you enjoy these d( ´ ▽ ` d )

{ request } iceland relationship headcanons 💭₊˚⊹

type • romantic relationship , platonic relationship , short read , light hearted , cute , iceland is one tough cookie , they/you pronouns used

author's note* i was going to put a puffin emoji...but there isn't one??? wtf apple make one

friendship ♥︎

likes to take silly candid photos of his friends so he can use them in his photo dumps on social media (with their permission of course)

he'll take them to one of his hole-in-the-wall hangout places that don't usually have a lot of clientele, so they can, one: get out of the house and, two: be as loud as they want without disrupting a bunch of people

he'll probably also invite you to hangout by the seaside with him. the two of you just sitting or lying there while you talk about life, making references to stupid memes you guys see on your socials

relationship ♥︎

if there is anything that reminds his partner of him, he wants to hear about it. he likes to hear about how they perceive him and then just kind of reflect on it to himself.

not the type to get embarrassed when his older brother shows his partner his baby photos, his tween/middle school photos on the other hand....🫣

his type would probably like someone who daydreams a lot, so he can ask them what's on their mind. i feel like he likes to hear about what goes on in people's head, that's how he can get a good read on someone. extra points if they like doodling or drawing, he thinks it's cute and is one hundred percent into it!!

[bonefall]

Hey Bones, fellow autistic with warrior cats brainrot.

I'm choosing to send this off anon, mostly because I want my name/blog associated with my ask.

Anyways, because I'm autistic I had a whole scripted message that I spent like an hour writing on google docs. And because I'm lazy; I am just going to give you the link to said document.

I really think you'd enjoy it and I hope you take the time to do so. Of course, I'm by no meaning forcing you to or anything. Do whatever you want. I just really think you'd enjoy, plus you've been my current biggest inspiration I've had in awhile. I really love everything you've done!!

So, here's the link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-CcbhlXFNswnkZhAsCbMsjCr5uYnmHRQ-aoeYJiJm0U/edit

-💭Thoughtless System (specifically from 🐌Mars)

#💭Thoughtless

Wildflight's a great character! I love the word you made for them, I think it shows you put a lot of thought into the exact meaning of their prefix, know exactly what you wanted, and made a word for exactly that.

Excellent work! And thank you for the compliment!

[eulbkrad]

Another year. Another year avoiding FB. It feels like hiding 😶‍🌫️ It maybe 🤔 un-admitted shame of not doing enough but just venting.

If you are reading this, I choose to share with you.

But I didn’t. I choose to share with void. With someone who just simply stumbles accidentally because of tags 🏷️, or g-d knows what else .

Today I no longer can separate acceptance from giving up. But I don’t want to leave room for any misinterpretations on what “giving up” means here. It is damn hard to explain it on paper with clarity when you’re out of practice. And yes - I don’t want silent 🤫 judgement or words of encouragement. So I’m back here, in my safe place, on tumblr.

I always hold high hopes that for M to succeed just enough awareness and acceptance needs to be in place with a slight addition of support; far from what he is getting at school. That I can’t give up.

Self-talk anywhere and everywhere for no reason and to self-soothe

No attempts to make friends or to keep the ones who reach out

* Recording subway 🚇 tunnels

* Watching 2hr long videos of subway tunnels

* K-5 level cartoons

* RTVi along but resistance to learn Russian

* Talking pretend Russian to people who don’t speak 🗣️ a word of the language

* Visits to Times sq to record trailers available on YouTube for months

I used to try to redirect or mask 😷 (big negative word in ASD community that seems to me extremely self-indulgent, coming from people who don’t deal with complexities of being adult on a lower end of the spectrum). I tried to tap into whatever inappropriate and give it a spin that would bring it closer into fitting into what in foreseeable future will be societal norms.

I accepted defeat and just let it be. Sometimes it backfires badly in public and otherwise; most of the times it’s ignored if noticed. Of course, I can’t ignore it. Sheer for the fact for needing to be alert 🚨 enough to step in when it hints danger ⚠️ levels or awkwardness overload. Like with the rest of this quirky and unpredictable life, the unpleasant reality became mundane and normal. Well… MY normal. I can’t ask anyone to subscribe to it because once in blue moon 🌖, I get a day of respite into the actual normalcy and it still hurts to return into the ASD routine. Not like a bleeding 🩸 hurt more like a paper 📄 scratch that takes annoyingly few days to heal.

I almost gave up on

* not having a conversation that hasn’t been played out gazillion times already

* having hard time between picking favorite, even when it is obvious (like picking cake 🍰 over sandwich 🥪)

* Mistaken pronouns (I am not MY mom but YOURS) and preposition (the cup NOT at the table; it is ON the table)

* And general silliness of your sentence structure and thought 💭 expression

* …

I started this post yesterday after a long day of brewing thoughts 💭 of what and where to write ✍️. It’s 5:30 am and M already woken up ⬆️ like he always does regardless whether it’s a school day or a weekend. I should’ve done soooo many things yesterday but I chose to write until I crashed into sleep 😴

it’s April 2. I write every year on Apr 2. It is silly as I don’t quite believe in traditions. But in a similar vein as I can’t forgo Christmas tree🎄for New Year, I can’t skip ⏭️ and not post today. On the eve of Apr 2 I’m reflecting more than any other day. Again I’m reflecting on acceptance: personal and general. Nobody forces me to write. And yet I hold some slight hope that this is something that someone needs / needed to read. Exactly as I wrote TODAY (which for all I know might not be even the day or month or year). I read so many encouraging posts and they helped. I read so many despot cries and they help. This one is neither. But, if you read thru the end and now feel a feather 🪶-bit lighter, I’m glad for both of us. Hugs 🫂

P.S. dedicated to the lack of regular emojis bank 🏦 -lol… I used to ace social stories with pictures. I thought 💭 that in 14 years the options for OOTB emojis would expand a lot, given the number of spectrum folks and their supporters in the industry. Oh well… here is to another ten 🔟 years 🥂

🔵🟦 🌀 🗣️ 🖌️ for Ⓜ️ 🩵🌐💙

(In all seriousness, social stories what helped a lot us with transition and training for public events. Do that. It’ll be the easiest thing today you’ve done ✅ to help yourself and your kid. )

[ridestomars]

THE PERFECT GIRL – E. MUNSON

𖥻 summary: in which eddie makes a mixtape for you. 𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x alt!reader. 𖥻 warnings: this is part of my alt!reader concept, but can be read as a standalone. poor grammar possibly. not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: a big thanks to @saintlessmunson for reading my first draft <333 i only function on sudden urges and this is another one of them. just a compilation of songs that were important to the development of your relationship w eddie. it was supposed to have 5 songs, but i wrote about 3 bc i'm lazy <3 really hope you enjoy it! the fic's playlist.

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW? do you feel the same 'cause you don't let it show

Eddie almost regretted stepping foot inside the old record shop that day, especially when the music coming from the speakers was so loud that it could be heard from across the street; the annoying sound of Simon Le Bon's voice piercing through his ears as he miserably made his way inside. Walking with his head low to keep people from staring at him, he went straight to the Weird Al Yankovic section, trying to get this over with already. 

His fingers expertly went through the selection of records, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to find whatever record Dustin didn't have because he simply didn't know what it was. It would've been so much easier if he could just gift the boy the new D&D book, or some great figures – but what could he possibly give to a kid who already has everything? His favorite artist's new album, of course. And that's what he intended to do if only he knew what his latest record was called. 

"I always took you for a Judas Priest type of weird. Didn't know you were taking a step further," a familiar voice said, getting closer. He slowly looked to his side, realizing that you were walking towards him, in your full gothic attire; a cute lacy dress, with fishnets and heavy boots, all in black, of course. Eddie wasn't really in the mood to bicker, but for you, he could make an exception. 

"It's not for me, Dracula," he muttered, still very focused on going through the endless records in front of him – half of them were just copies of the same title, which made more sense than Weird Al making so many records. "I'm buying this for Henderson. The small kid, curly hair, always with a cap". 

He absentmindedly explained, going through the kid's most striking features. 

"Yeah, I know who he is. And he already bought Polka Party last week". 

"I'm sorry?" he turned to you, a big confused frown on his face. 

"Polka Party," you repeated slowly, even though he still didn't understand what you said, "you know… his latest record? That's what you're looking for, right? Henderson already bought it."

"Shit," Eddie lamented, wincing slightly. "That's what I was going to buy him". 

"That's too bad. Maybe you should try Tiny Tim, then", you suggested and saw that Eddie contemplated the idea, before rejecting it vehemently. "Well, then I have something that he might like". 

"Yeah? And what is it?" he asked as he let go of the records, turning his body around completely to face you. 

"It's called Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. It just came in, so I highly doubt that he'd have it already", you explained as you guided Eddie to the newest releases shelves. "It has everything a teenage boy would like, I guess. Beer, girls, idiotic screaming…"

"Seems cool enough. What are they? A rock band?"

"They're rappers", you said and that didn't ring any bells for the metalhead. "Oh my God, don't you watch MTV at all?" 

"Only the Heavy Metal Half-Hour. Don't really like any of the VJs", he shrugged. "Why do you sound so surprised? I mean, Duran Duran has been playing and I don't see you complaining. Aren't they out of fashion already?"

"Well, Marie's the one picking the music today, so if I say something I'd probably get fired", you put your hands up, showing that you are defenseless. "But don't you think you're a bit too close-minded?"

"Because I don't know the Beast Boys?"

"Beastie Boys", you correct him as you hand him the record. A jet is crashing into the side of a mountain on the cover, which definitely caught his attention. As he analyzed the album, you smiled lightly, finding the way his brown eyes scanned the cover to be very cute. "But it's like you live in your own little metal world… doesn't it get boring sometimes?"

"With Ozzy Osbourne? Never." he offered you a sly smile as his eyes shoot up to look at your face. 

"You know, some people wouldn't even consider Ozzy to be metal," you teased him slightly and he loudly gasps, absolutely offended by your affirmation. 

"Don't you ever say that again!"

"Oh, but I will! And I can even argue that you, Edward Munson, aren't metal at all." 

"And why is that?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Because you just said that I am a close-minded metalhead, sweetheart". 

"You know exactly what I mean! C'mon, half of the bands you like are hard rock, and I am including Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath on that list".

"Sure, Vlady." he rolls his eyes at you, walking to the nearest listening booth, with you on his tail. Eddie was already taking the vinyl out of its sleeve before asking you, "Any suggestions?"

"Rhymin' and Stealin', or No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn. They're the most metal of them". 

"Nah, no metal. 'Cause now that I am a fully open-minded person, thanks to you, I think I'll go with…" he taunted you for your fruitless try to start one of your bickerings.  "Hold It Now, Hit It". 

"Great pick", you encouraged him, even though you knew he wasn't going to like it. 

CRAZY TRAIN. i'm living with something that just ain't fair.

"Haven't you had enough of following me around, weirdo?"

"Nope. In fact, I would like to follow you some more", he answered as he keeps trailing behind you, putting up Madonna's True Blue cardboard cut-out next to the album shelves. "Killer jeans, by the way". 

"Gross," even though you tried to seem annoyed by his statement, the smile on your face betrayed you. Thank God he couldn't see it. "But I'm afraid you won't have much time to appreciate it, since I'll be leaving in… five minutes".

You said after checking your wrist clock, then helping him to stabilize the life-size Madonna on the floor. Then, you took a few steps back to appreciate the result of your teamwork.

"What? I thought you worked until five!" he exclaimed as he let go of the cardboard. The abrupt motion almost took it down, but you swiftly put it back to its original place. "Sorry".

"Stalker much?" you playfully ask, making his cheeks blush lightly. When you were finally done with the Madonna cardboard, you walked to the store's counter, leaning down to get your backpack. As you started to organize your things, you explained, "I worked overtime yesterday, so Marie is covering for me today". 

You felt his gaze follow you intensely, watching how your hands moved as you grabbed your own cassettes, your coat, and a few fanzines and stuffed them back into your bag. To be quite frank, you were actually enjoying having his attention on you, seeing the things you liked – maybe he could get to know a bit more about you by seeing your Echo and The Bunnymen tape. 

"Do you- um…" when he sees you sling your backpack on one of your shoulders, he begins to muster up the courage to ask, but as he senses your eyes on him, his voice falters a bit, "do you want a ride?"

"Is your van clean?" you asked as you start to walk towards the exit, Eddie following you closely. "I don't really feel like sitting on another pack of Doritos today".

"Fuck off", it's hard to miss the humor in his voice, "And I did. It's as good as new". 

"Alright, then. Lead the way", you say as you open the store's door. Now, you were the one following him, trying to keep up with his long, quick steps. You almost miss the van, only stopping because of Eddie's sudden stop. "Why is it blue?" 

"I painted it. Got tired of red". 

"Nice. Why don't you paint it black next time? You know, to fit your aesthetic". 

"Noted," he acknowledges your suggestion, walking up to the passenger door and opening it for you. "M'lady". 

"Thank you, good lord." you graciously answer, getting inside the (thankfully clean) van. It only takes Eddie a couple of moments to sit in the driver's seat, and he founds you curiously eyeing the whole vehicle. 

"Found any Doritos yet?"

"No, but I found this" you pick up a little zip bag that was carelessly laid on the van's floor, next to your feet. "Do you just leave this stuff all over the place? You should be more careful, you know? I heard Hopper is after your ass". 

"Jesus H. Christ!" his eyes were wide as pies as he sees the marijuana bag you held, taking it in a rush. He almost drops it as he hurriedly stuffs it in his jacket pocket. "How d'you know that?"

"It's impossible not to. Everyone loves to talk about the resident freak's latest ​​shenanigans." you smile playfully at him again, finding out that he was already staring at you, with an amused look on his face. "And when you work at a place that the whole town visits, you end up knowing lots of stuff".

"Yeah? Like what?" he starts the van, maneuvering out of its parking spot. 

"Well…" you think about it for a while, trying to remember the hottest piece of gossip you know. "Heather Maxwell was almost arrested for, one, driving while drunk and two, for having sex with Stuart Mills on her parents' car at the side of the road. Hopper was less than pleased". 

"Stuart? As in-"

"Her best friend's boyfriend, yes!" you excitedly interrupt him, and he audibly gasps as he hears the missing piece of information. 

"I always knew Heather was up to no good," Eddie commented. "I mean, wasn't she the one who spiked our middle school punch without telling anyone?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "thank God Mrs. O'Donnell confiscated it."

"Oh, but it tasted so good!" 

"You drank it?" you ask and watch him enthusiastically nod, and your eyes widen slightly, "That explains why you were dancing to the Bay City Rollers, then".

"That wasn't because I was drunk! I actually really like them".

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!" he confirms, laughing. You lean towards him as he makes an accentuated curve, brushing shoulders lightly. "You know, bye, bye, baby, baby goodbye!" 

You laugh harder as he sings the band's song completely out of tune, and the resounding sound of your laughter quickly infected him and you both entered a long fit of giggles. After it died down, though, it wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be; comfortably sharing the silence until you motioned to the radio, and picking up on that, Eddie asked, "d'you wanna turn on the radio? I have no idea of which tape is in, though". 

"It'll be a surprise, then. I bet it's Motorhead".

"And I bet it's Dio".

"Let's see!" you pressed the on button and the beginnings of Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train filled up the whole van. Eddie's sound system always impressed you with how powerful the music reverberated through the small space. "Fuck, not even close".

"Yeah, but it's still great!" he observed, looking at you quickly, "Crazy, but that's how it goes". 

"Millions of people living as foes," you started to sing along with him, earning another glance from him, only a surprised one this time. That was enough for you to turn the music louder. 

"You know this one?"

"Hell yeah, dude! It's, like, one of his only good songs".

"No, it's not!"

"It's not a good song, you mean?" you tried to trick him, but of course, he wouldn't fall for it.

"It's one of his greatest, Y/N!" he observes, thumbs tapping against the steering wheel accompanying the beat of the song. "You know, for someone who works at a music store, you should really start appreciating Ozzy more."

"Sure, Munson." you rolled his eyes. "I've listened to preachers".

"I've listened to fools", he stepped even harder on the gas, making the van speed along the street, making dust and leaves go up in the air, trailing along. Everything about this moment made you smile; from the wind that blew right at your face to the sounds Eddie made to emulate the song's guitar.

"I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules", you pretended to hold a microphone, and then offered it to him, letting him sing the next line into your hand. And he did it with the biggest and brightest smile on his face, dimples deepening as he mouthed the words. He looked so pretty like this, all smiles, doe eyes, and hair flowing wildly. 

To the people who watched the van speed through Hawkins' streets, you seemed like two maniacs. The laughter, screams, and out-of-tune-singing were enough for everyone to look at you as the freaks they considered you to be, not that you cared for that right now, especially when you're by Eddie's side. 

You cried out loud as you spotted your house at the end of the street. 

"Oh no! Can you go around the block? Just until the song ends, please?" you ask him, pleading almost. You were having too much fun to be interrupted now. 

"If I could, I'd drive around the whole state for you, sweetheart. But is the highway enough for you?" he asked, slowing the van down to look at you. As you nod at him, in an almost desperate manner, he laughs loudly. "Rewind the song, then!" 

Crazy, but that's how it goes…

PERFECT GIRL. i think i'm falling, i think i'm falling in…

"Hey, Y/N! Your freak is here!" Marie announces as the plops her head inside the employee's room, which made you roll your eyes in a way that you thought they wouldn't go back to their place. Your body didn't care too much about Marie's unnecessary nickname, since it was too preoccupied with reacting to the fact that Eddie was here. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and butterflies were all over the place; you doubted you could even take two steps before starting to smile like a maniac. 

"Don't call him that," you scolded her as you passed by, going directly to the store's counter. Your eyes scanned the place quickly, not taking long to spot the untamed mane of the one and only Eddie Munson, who was going through the alternative section – something that has become surprisingly normal these past few weeks. "Eds!" 

"Hey, Vlady!" he cheerily greeted you, skipping his way to the counter. "Nice earrings. Are those bats?"

"Yeah. Made them myself". 

"Could you make one for me, maybe?" Eddie put his hair behind his right ear, showing you the small silver hoop he usually wore. "I feel like it's time for a change".

"Sure thing", you offered him a sweet smile and made a (very highlighted, sparkly, shiny) mental note to make the best earring you could ever create for him. "Had fun at the alternative section?"

"Yup! In fact, I was meaning to ask you: have you listened to the new The Cure album yet?"

"No, but my friends said they liked it, so I'm excited".

"You should be. It's actually great".

"What!? You've already listened to it?" 

"Fuck yeah", he replied like it was obvious, and continued, with a taunting smile, "Now who's the one that isn't up with the news?"

"Hey! I just didn't have the time, ok? College is kicking my butt." you explained while you gathered the cassettes that were laid out on the counter. As soon as your hand touched the first one, you saw Eddie's pale hand also collecting a few – always so eager to help. "It was just a surprise, you know? You got to hear my favorite band's new album before me". 

"I'm just keeping up with the times, sweetheart. Oh, how'd you say it?" he took a while to remember the exact term you had used a while back, "Yeah, I'm opening up my horizons". 

"You're such a weirdo", you rolled your eyes before handing him a Frank Sinatra tape, a identical copy to the ones he was organizing. 

"Thanks" he muttered, "Like the gloves, by the way. Very metal… or should I say, totally goth?"

"Shut up" you giggled and moved out of the counter, on your way to put the tapes in their usual place. You heard Eddie's boots thumping loudly against the floor, meaning that he was following you. 

"You know, I came here to give you something".

"What?" you suddenly turn around, in surprise, and drop a few tapes when you crash right into his chest. And before you can lean down to catch them, he has already collected all of them and is standing up slowly, in a way that makes you hold your breath; his hair actually brushes against the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slightly, and you're pretty sure you felt his knuckles graze lightly against your knee. And then, he's standing close… dangerously so. You can actually feel his warm breath against your face, the small puffs of air hitting you as he talks... and you don't pay attention to a single word he said. "I-I'm sorry?"

"I said it's a gift," even though you were pretty sure Eddie would find the whole situation amusing and make fun of you for being so strange, he isn't. And he seems to be just as affected as you are, with burning red cheeks. "You know, a thing that one person gives to another as a token of their appreciation?" 

"I know what a gift is, dumbass. I just don't understand why you would give me something". 

"I just explained it to you, Dracula. A token of my appreciation." he smiles softly at you, his dimples showing. You did your best to actually organize the cassettes instead of just throwing them everywhere, but that didn't matter right now, not when Eddie was searching his pockets looking for something; your gift. Then, he handed you a small tape, very similar to the ones you were just holding. "It has one of The Cure's new songs in it… it really reminded me of you. So it would be nice if you listened to it." 

"Sure", you couldn't fight the big smile that appeared on your face, feeling your face heat up as your fingertips brushed against his hand as you took the cassette. "I'll listen to it today, and then I'll call you and tell you what I think, yeah?"

"Perfect". 

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As soon as you stepped foot in your bedroom, you didn't wait another second before plopping the tape into your boombox and anxiously fast-forwarding it until you stumbled upon Robert Smith's sped-up voice. You felt bad for not paying attention to the little details Eddie put into it, like the adhesive tape he glued and the name of the mixtape, but you just couldn't wait – couldn't even waste time listening to the other tracks, really, too set upon hearing the new song. Acting like that, it may seem that you've never had a mixtape made for you before, but it was quite de contrary: your friends made you tapes all the time, but this... this was different. This was Eddie's tape. And that was reason enough to keep you giggling like a schoolgirl, almost kicking your feet in the air in your state of giddiness. Laying down on your bed, you hugged one of your pillows bringing it to your chin, a perfect tool to use to muffle your lovesick laughter as you finally heard the little unknown do-do-do's. 

The fuzziness you felt in your whole body distracted you from actually paying attention to the music, because you were too busy still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Eddie Munson – The Eddie Munson – listened to a whole The Cure album for you; heard this specific song and thought of you; and spent time making this mixtape for you. All because of you. You had to take a few breaths to bring your mind back to the song, or else you'd spend the whole night rewinding the poor tape. 

You held your breath as Robert Smith sang 'you're such a strange girl, I'd like to turn you upside-down', and your eyebrows involuntarily shot up. A familiar heat crept up your neck and took hold of your cheeks while a smile kept dancing on your lips. Once again, your pillow came into action, muffling a fit of giggles as it hid your flushed cheeks from the cold air of your bedroom. 

It was unnecessary to wait too long for your next hysterics to come through because as soon as you heard 'you're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do. You're such a strange girl, I want to be with you', you were absolutely gone; laughing excitedly as your eyes widened and your own body didn't know whether to feel extremely lovesick or surprised. But you couldn't just sit and wait for it to decide, so almost unconsciously, you reached for the phone and dialed the number you had already memorized.

"You reached the Munsons! It's Eddie".

"Hi." that's all you could say before giggling again.

"Hey, Vlad. I take it that you've already listened to the tape?" 

"'m still listening".

"Cool," he commented, starting to become a bit uneasy. "A-and what did you think?"

"Well, I think that Robert Smith is a genius." you paused a bit, just for the dramatics, and heard Eddie's heavy breath on the other side of the line. "And that you and I should go on a date sometime". 

"Y-yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking", you could practically hear his smile and that made you laugh once more. "Benny's Burger?"

"Perfect. You're free on Friday?"

"For you? Always". 

"Great. I'll see you at seven then." 

"It's a date".

"It's a date", you confirmed, biting your lower lip, trying to keep your smile from getting any wider. 

I think I'm falling… I think I'm falling in… I think I'm falling in love with you. 

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OOH YAY FUN! :D ❤️✨️💭💎🚦💘🎨 Feel free to ask me too if you want cuz I'm in the exact same mood today! :D ~Pinestripe

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Oooh… hmm…

I don’t know if there’s one specific line that’s my favorite, but here’s a couple I’m pretty proud of!

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Most people startle awake because of loud noises. Tommy startles awake because of the absence of loud noises.

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Obi-Wan sits in the corner, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "Hm, well, this is a predicament, I'd say."

"Predicament?!" Anakin cries. "It's a major problem!"

"That's... what predicament means, Anakin."

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…The one called Vader, who kept his identity concealed behind a mask. Even so, Shaak Ti thought she recognized him; the raw power, the recklessness, the longing for something always out of reach.

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Ranboo thinks that maybe Tubbo could be a friend. Or a potential friend. Someday, at least.

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I was minding my own business, chopping down Sequoia trees, when suddenly a group of black-clothed men leaped out of the Grand Canyon and attacked me.

I fought back to the best of my ability, but when all you've got in your hands is a ham and cheese sandwich, fighting's a bit difficult.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

OH OH OH!!!

Well, one of yours, definitely—namely, your whole review of my crime boys modern AU. It just… it made me so happy to see you liking it so much. Thank you for that 🥺

@catfin12 said the absolute kindest things about my Tommy dies AU… HE EVEN SAID THAT HE LIKED IT BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL SCENE AND THAT HE WANTED TO PRINT IT OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

Sweet reviews and music!

That sounds like a southern expression or something-

But yeah! Reviews because it makes me realize other people enjoy my stories, and that gives me motivation to keep writing it for them. And music because it gives me new ideas (and imagining scenarios that sync to the music is one of my favorite things to do lol).

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

Hmm… I think relationships. But I almost always keep it to one perspective for the entire story, so kinda the individual as well?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

I don’t typically write “oh my goodness everyone lives happily ever after and everything is perfect oh my goshhhhh” endings, but I also don’t typically write endings where everyone dies and it’s generally… sad.

With the exception of my Tommy dies AU of course

The endings I adore writing (and reading!) are the more… realistic ones. I tend to lean more towards the happier side, but I also don’t like to “fix” everything by the end.

Because in real life, endings aren’t perfect, y’know? They can be happy, but they��re not exactly perfect. And I want my stories to incorporate that, for the most part :)

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

…angst.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

I mean… GOSH THERE’S SO MUCH I’D LIKE TO SEE AAAAAAAH NO

Art for any of my DSMP fanfics would be cool as heck, and I’d freaking love it. Just… yes.

But there’s also been this scene I’ve had in mind for… dang probably a year now? It’s actually how I came up with my OC Elmer :)

It’s just this image of Elmer leaning out of a train, holding onto it with one arm and using his other to hold onto his hat. He’s got a big smile on his face. Pure joy.

It’s cloudy and a bit rainy, but not a dreary kind of weather; more like a refreshing kind of weather.

It was right after I’d seen Luca for the first time, and it’s pretty much an exact replica of the ending scene, but avsjsvsivsia yeah!!

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(I think some of these may be redundant since you already sent them but:) 🎊 I’m happy to have met you., 👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up!, 👌 Your character portrayal is amazing., 💭 Your thoughts on our threads?, ✍ Could we have more threads?, ☺ I love our muses’ relationship! (Aren't these exactly the same that you sent me?... well I'm still gonna send them xD)

🎊: Same here. You were the first Starfire I ever interacted with and I can safely say that you’re one of the few ones that I enjoy roleplaying with the most (even if I’m a bit slow sometimes). :D

👍: Thank you! I will definitely try to keep it up (although sometimes, I feel like in my first few days, I role-played her better. ^^’)

👌 : Thank you! I sometimes feel a bit insecure about my portrayal of her (especially during conversations ^^’)

 💭: I love every single one of them (and I feel sad that I had to drop one or two). My favorite one would probably have to be just like you said the time-travel one and I’m already excited about seeing how things will go (like Slade’s reappearance, Terra’s relationship with the others etc.). But I also like the Evil! Starfire thread and I wonder if Terra can really get them out.

Also, I really like our thread with Dark! Star and Dark! BB and I hope we can have more threads like those (especially since I really like angst and darker subjects). :)

✍ : Of course! I am always happy to have more threads with you because you are such a joy to write with! :3 (Even though I am a little slow. ^^’)

☺: I love their relationship too! Especially how they developed from our first thread and I hope they both can continue to grow as well as their relationship! :D

(Not excatly. You didn’t send me the heart but you didn’t have to. XD)