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[franeridart]

The Housecat Philosophy - Ep 36

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[my-world-my-stories]

BEHOLD!!! The BEST purchase ever in the year of our Lord 2024!!!!

Just... LOOK AT HIM!! The pose, the colors, the accessories, the model, the literally EVERYTHING about him is pure perfection....

(Please ignore my messy desk, I just like the red constrast for the photos)

He's just a little guy with big head and lots of cool trinkets he wants to show off. And I think he's very neat :3

[back2bluesidex]

So....

What about a murder convicted Jungkook on run cracks a deal with an acquaintance and gets appointed as Reader's bodyguard? Reader is in an unhappy marriage with a cheater politician husband.

Let me know your thoughts 👀

This will be up after Slide is over. Maybe late December??

[sobredunia]

You've seen "Kenikari characters as Limbus company", now get ready for:

Limbus company as Kenikari characters. Groundbreaking

Also bonus doodles bc no one can stop me. We letting Heathcliff cook. Also Mastermind Faust snapcube Eggman speech

[yourfavanxioussunshine]

istg if it wasn't for the sudden dizziness and jitters and excessive crying and constant nausea, i would've been unstoppable

[withacapitalp]

Dear You, Pt 1

For the miraculous amazing wonderful @artbean LEX I am SO happy I got to be your Valentine this year I am so excited for you to get to enjoy every bit of this story, and I can't wait to scream about it with you now that I FINALLY can. Also a very huge thank you to @hbyrde36 for being the worlds BEST beta and encouraging me every single day on this. I can't wait to watch this one grow

Link to AO3

----- It all started with a dimebag. 

Well, actually, it started long before that, not that Eddie had any clue back then. 

For him though, it started with a dimebag. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, huffing out an incredulous laugh as he stared down Steve Harrington, waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Despite what his new sheep seemed to think about the former King of Hawkins High, Eddie knew guys like Harrington. They didn’t change, or somehow suddenly evolve into not shitty humans. They were high school has-beens, losers, dicks who never had to grow up because daddy would always be there to protect them. 

Steve coming to see him alone after Hellfire? The only way that was going to end was with a plastic baggie and cash exchanging hands, or some kind of fucked up prank that he would laugh about with his other jock douchebags for all of a week. 

But King Steve hadn’t done either of those things. In an increasingly confusing turn of events, Harrington had apparently come to him to ask Eddie to sell weed to Jonathan Byers. 

Jonathan Byers… the guy who stole his girlfriend right out from under him. 

“Look man, he’s too nervous to come to you directly, and I wouldn’t give a fuck about buying for him, but I know you still charge me the asshole tax-” Steve said, running his fingers through his oh-so-perfect hair and sighing as he turned back to Eddie with an even more determined look in his eye. 

“You earned the asshole tax, Harrington,” Eddie cut in, a bit harsher than he meant to. Steve almost flinched back and Eddie bit his tongue before he could start ranting. He didn’t really care about Steve’s feelings, but he wasn’t looking to become one of the bullies that he constantly railed against. 

Besides, he wanted answers, and he wouldn’t get those from antagonizing Steve past the point of conversation. 

“Regardless,” Steve continued on, “I told him that I can’t keep floating the extra cash and he has to start buying from you directly.” 

Steve had repeated that same point about five times in this conversation, but Eddie still didn’t get it. No matter how he tried to rearrange it, he just couldn’t make it make sense. 

“So you, Steve “The Hair” Harrington, have been buying weed for Jonathan Byers, and you’re just paying the extra money that I charge you for your high school jock tendencies out of the goodness of your ever-so-loving heart?” Eddie asked rhetorically, raising a brow. 

Steve nodded anyway and Eddie crossed his arms, his brow furrowing at the completely innocent expression on Steve’s face. 

“Why?”

That was the question wasn’t it? What did Steve get out of all of this? Having something to hold over Jonathan couldn’t be worth that much, the asshole tax was a pretty big hike after all. Besides, Will was one of the kids he drove around town all the time. 

Were they…friends? Was that even possible? 

“Will you do it?” Steve asked, bluntly avoiding the question with a look that told Eddie he wasn’t getting any answers. 

“He knows where the picnic table is and what my hours are,” Eddie answered, starting to get bored of the cryptic conversation, “You didn’t have to come here for all this.” 

“Look, Jonathan’s been through a lot-”

“You’re telling me that?” Eddie said, a sharp laugh exploding from his chest at the hypocrisy of that statement. Unless he was forgetting, it was Harrington that had beat Jonathan’s face in two years ago, not him. 

This time Steve actually did flinch back, his entire body on guard and defensive, coiled like a snake and ready to strike. Eddie was ready for a blow, a punch to the gut or a new black eye to sport for the next few weeks. 

But it never came. 

Harrington just…stood there, walls high as can be, obviously uneasy but unwilling to leave until he got what he had come here for. The vicious little joy he had gotten at finally landing a hit on the impervious King Steve was quickly waning the longer they just stood there, looking at each other, regret pressing down on the deep buried wounds Eddie hid in his chest. 

He knew better than most how much it hurt to constantly have your own failures thrown back in your face.

“Are you done being a douchebag?” Steve asked quietly when the silence had gotten appropriately uncomfortable. Eddie jerked his head upwards in a nod and Steve sighed again, looking away and letting his eyes wander around the drama room rather than look at Eddie. 

“All I’m askin’ is that you don’t overcharge him, and don’t do your whole scary demon leader thing. ‘Kay?” 

“And I should listen to you, why?” Eddie asked, leaning back and sliding up to sit on the table, faux nonchalance dripping from every pore. He wasn’t looking to be too mean, not anymore, but it was still fun to watch Harrington squirm a little bit. 

“Because if you don’t I’ll sic our mutual children on you, and, trust me, you don’t want to be on Will Byers’s shit list.” Steve said with a wry little grin, obviously thinking about all the ways the kids would make Eddie’s life hell if he said no. “By the way, they don’t know Jon smokes, so don’t tell them.” 

“All sales are sacrosanct, as you know,” Eddie immediately responded, his personal code jumping out. 

Eddie was a lot of things, but he was no snitch. Munsons never turned, never gave up anything that they had been given to hide, not even on the threat of death. His father was shitty for many, many, reasons, but Al had taught him at least one good thing. 

“Why does Byers need so much weed anyway?” Eddie asked, trying to turn the conversation casual again, “I thought you were smoking like every night for those migraines the brats are always going on about.”

It was a completely normal thing to say, nothing sharp or biting in the slightest, but the second the words were out of his mouth, all of the blood drained from Steve’s face, and his hand immediately shot up to rub at the side of his neck. He even took a step back, needing extra space between them for some damn reason. 

“Nah, I don’t um-” Steve took a deep shaking breath, looking like he had seen a monster. “Drugs aren’t really my thing anymore.” 

Drugs weren’t his thing? 

Even before the concussions, Harrington was one of Eddie’s top customers. And after getting his head bashed in, Steve was at the picnic table making weekly transactions, always for the same exact amount of product. They almost had it down to a science- 40 bucks, two baggies, have a nice day.

But something about the way Steve was holding himself- the hunched up shoulders and the way his eyes looked about a thousand miles away- it just felt bad. 

There was pain there, deep, unnerving pain, and it made Eddie believe every word he was saying. 

“After-” Steve cut himself off again, forcing another deep breath in, this one more steady. Eddie could almost physically see Steve put himself back together, the mask of aloof uncaring King Steve coming over his face in a way that was comforting in its familiarity, but disturbing in its motion. 

“Drugs aren’t my thing anymore,”  Steve repeated, voice sturdy and walls ten miles high. 

“Okay, no worries,” Eddie said, unable to keep all of the gentleness out of his voice. He didn’t exactly want to treat Harrington like one of his lost sheep, but he couldn’t help the urge to protect that came over him any time he saw someone in need. “Uh- tell Byers to meet me on Tuesdays. I’ll- um- charge him the friends and family discount.”

Eddie never had a problem overcharging rich jerks from Loch Nora, but he could swing a bit of an income dip for another kid with one parent and way too many bills on the table. 

“Tuesday and Friday,” Steve countered, like they were in a fricken tennis match. 

“Tuesday and Friday it is,” Eddie agreed easily, hopping down from his spot and walking towards the door patting Steve twice on the shoulder as he passed him, enjoying the way it made the other boy jump. 

Some things would just never change, and freaking out a jock was still one of life’s beautiful little pleasures. 

The two of them walked out of the school in an amicable silence. They weren’t friends, Eddie could never imagine thinking of Steve like that, but they weren’t exactly enemies. Steve was no longer who he had been, if the kids were to be believed, but that didn’t matter much to Eddie. He had still been that person, and that was enough reason to dislike him. 

Was there a word for that? A word for a person whom you no longer hated, but still didn’t really care to know? There had to be people in the world who had dealt with this particular issue. 

Eddie was so deep in his thoughts that he barely noticed walking out the door and down the steps. He only realized they were at their destination when Steve broke away, turning and going in the opposite direction. 

“Thanks,” Harrington called out with a toss of his hand over his shoulder, walking towards his lonely Beemer in the other corner of the parking lot. 

“Oh yeah, sure,” Eddie muttered, still distracted by the question. 

Eddie cared about the brats, he knew that. He was handing down the legacy of Hellfire to those hellions, and he knew they would do well. And the kids cared about Steve, for some inexplicable reason. Henderson was desperate to make them best friends for god's sake. 

Well, best friends they would never be, but maybe an olive branch would push them towards something better. If Harrington was going to be in his life more, Eddie at least wanted it to be bearable. 

“Hey Steve?” Eddie shouted from across the parking lot, catching Steve’s attention and making him turn around. 

“If you- um- ever decide drugs are ‘your thing’ again, I’ll cut your asshole tax in half,” Eddie offered, feeling inexplicably embarrassed and trying to hide his blush behind his hair, “For Henderson, you know?” 

“Just be nice to Jonathan, that’s all I’m askin’ for!” Steve shouted back. 

Jonathan.

Eddie shook his head, jogging over to his van and fumbling for the keys, nearly dropping them as he went to unlock the door. 

“Jonathan fucking Byers what are you bringing into my life?” Eddie mumbled to himself, already sure that this was going to lead to absolutely nothing good. 

[pinkxpantha]

|◇| ⋆୨୧⋆ . ⋮ HANGMAN .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ KAVEH X GN! READER |◇|

SYNOPSIS: You had already given up on your academics a long time ago, switching your focus onto something that was more promising, competitive volleyball! That was until your team had suffered quite a few humiliating loses. Now with your scholarship at risk, you decided to hire a tutor who may or may not be at his wits end with you. Hopefully, all things go well?

NOTES: this does take place in a modern au! There will be fluff, angst and a few things in between (completely sfw though) tutor kaveh x tutee reader.

| CHAPTERS

I. Hot Potato

II. Ante Over

III. Never say never

IV. Guess Who?

V. Marbles vs Memory

VI. Animal crackers

VII. Never have I ever

VIII. Leapfrog

IX. Outfoxed!

X. Sorry

XI. Tic Tac Toe

end.

[redheadarcher]

u know what ? judge me all you all i don't care. i'm pretty excited for the thunderbolts*

[vivievienne]

ᶻz﹒Flufftober 2024

— Masterlist

﹒☆ Post with links to all my flufftober fics !

﹐⟢ INFORMATION: ﹒☆

-> original idea of this flufftober list is coming from @Microvawe_Fella on tik tok.

-> Fics are posted everyday at various hours.

-> One character for each prompt!

-> Enjoy it :3

﹫﹒DAY 1: Love Confession

イ﹐DAY 2: Baking together

☆﹔DAY 3: Cuddling and snuggling

﹒⌕ DAY 4: Coffee shop au

﹫﹒DAY 5: Wedding

イ﹐DAY 6: High school au

☆﹔DAY 7: Watching movies

﹒⌕ DAY 8: Adopting a pet

﹫﹒DAY 9: Moving in

イ﹐DAY 10: Vacation

☆﹔DAY 11: Stargazing

﹒⌕ DAY 12: Picnic

﹫﹒DAY 13: Visiting an aquarium

イ﹐DAY 14: Puzzles/board games

☆﹔DAY 15: Beach day

﹒⌕ DAY 16: Wing fic

﹫﹒DAY 17: Cottage au

イ﹐DAY 18: Apologies

☆﹔DAY 19: Thrift clothes

﹒⌕ DAY 20: Spa day

﹫﹒DAY 21: Found family

イ﹐DAY 22: Sleepover

☆﹔DAY 23: Camping

﹒⌕ DAY 24: Sunrise/Sunset

﹫﹒DAY 25: Swapping outfits

イ﹐DAY 26: Genderbent au

☆﹔DAY 27: Amusement park

﹒⌕ DAY 28: Ice cream date

﹫﹒DAY 29: Seeing a concert

イ﹐DAY 30: Roommates

☆﹔DAY 31: Halloween night

[asasdemorcego]

it's so amusing watching michael and david on those interviews fighting for their life trying so hard not to give away anything about aziraphale and crowley relationship development in the new season they're about to explode

[brekitten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Tim Drake, Original Characters Additional Tags: Fentonic 2024 (Danny Phantom), Percy Jackson References, Implied/Referenced Torture, Summoning, Summoning Circles, Cults, Undercover Missions, cabin in the woods, symbiosis Series: Part 22 of Cat Soulmates Fentonic 2024 Spoilers Summary:

Tim went undercover in a cult to find out just what the cultists were trying to summon.

He found out firsthand. And got a King stuck in his body.

This is all Octavian's fault.

Symbiosis | Cabin In The Woods

Okay. Day 22 is one of my absolute favorites. I love the idea, and I really had fun writing this. And no, I was not aware that there is a very similar Tumblr post. @catnek-writing-things

Ignore how late this post is, I almost forgot to post it to Tumblr, oops

[missholloween]

Happy first great debate live day to those who celebrate

[verothexeno]

It's mah burfday today ✨🎉

Time to go do the rounds and change my age in bio for all websites/socials I'm on. Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

[every-koito]

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Me: I can't wait to see what Bill will have for us in the chapter about curly straws 👀

My mom, offhand: Oh, he'll probably tell us we're drinking through the dried intestines of an ancient alien species or something~

Casual evening conversation in my family

[inkwell-passion]

Description Practice Two, The Descriptioning

Athena was a tall and slender woman, with a short shock of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that held the familiar unnatural glow of an Olympian, her shotgun having been traded out for a Sniper long long ago, and her stern look having melted over the years to a soft fond smile. Odysseus is a dark skinned, Older man with white hair and emerald eyes, there's an undeniable wisdom that shimmers within those green orbs, but it's masked betwixt both Age and Trickery.