#I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS HELLO

[theostrophywife]

ride it.

author’s note: just an unhinged little drabble about riding azriel 🥵

patience has never been your strong suit.

azriel knew that. so when he found you lingering at the door of his office hours after you announced that you were turning in for bed, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. his shadows informed him of your presence and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked up from his paperwork to find you standing there in your pretty little nightgown, head cocked as your hair cascaded past your shoulders. the soft glow of the faelights enveloped you in a dreamy light as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth.

“i thought you were going to sleep, little love.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you murmured. “our bed’s lonely without you.”

your words absolutely melted his heart. “c’mere then, bunny.”

then you padded across the room, crawling into azriel’s lap with no hesitation. he chuckled softly as you weaved your arms around his neck, breathing in his night and cedar kissed scent. the soft sigh of satisfaction that escaped your lips sounded like music to his ears. you pressed your cheek against the solid plane of his chest, relishing the feel of your mate. the feel of home.

for a little while you’d be content just to sit there with him as he does his work, but then you’d grow restless, squirming in place, unable to tamper down your need.

“hold still, little love. i’m almost finished.”

you sighed into his neck. “just wanna feel you, azzie.” you grazed your lips against the hollow of his throat, the warmth of his skin making you flush with desire. "please."

how could azriel deny his mate? especially when you asked so nicely.

the shadowsinger bunched up the fabric of your dress, his hands traveling past the hem and sliding against your thighs. you shivered against him as he freed his cock from his trousers, the skin on skin contact almost making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“c’mon then, pretty girl. show me how bad you want it.”

you took his length in your hands, staring directly into his eyes as you sank down into his cock. azriel groaned as your warmth and heat hugged around him, walls pulsating as you drenched him with your arousal. you’re dripping, juices coating him as he filled you to the hilt. the little mewls coming out of you as he gripped your hips made the shadowsinger dizzy with desire.

“so wet for me. feels so good, bunny. been thinking about riding my cock all night, haven’t you?”

you nodded, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you wriggled against him, desperate for movement. “missed you so much. i feel so empty without you inside of me. i need you, azzie.”

“i know, bunny. but i’m here now.” he kissed you fervently, lust and desire dancing on his tongue as he guided your hips into a gentle roll. “that’s it, little love. keep rolling your hips just like that. you ride me so well.” he thrust his hips upwards as you grinded against him, your sex squelching and throbbing. “feels so fucking good, princess.”

the sensation was overwhelming. you’ve never felt so filled and stretched as your cunt clenched around azriel’s cock. “gods, you’re so big, az. i love the way you fill me. more, please.” your words are a garbled mess as you slam your hips down, fucking him until you’re seeing stars.

“don’t fucking stop, bunny. i love when you’re desperate for my cock. my pretty little princess turns into such a greedy little whore when she fucks me.” azriel gripped the back of your head, making you look at him. “ride me harder. just like that, fuck. gonna cum inside you. bet you’d like that huh, bunny?”

“yes. gods, yes az.”

the shadowsinger growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spurted inside of you. his cum dripped down your thigh, but you kept riding him, throwing your head back as his shadows circled your clit. azriel's fingers joined the effort circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he growled into your ear.

"you're making a mess, bunny. use me, fuck me. i want to make you cum. i want to make you scream." you keened, gasping as azriel latched onto your nipple, swirling his wicked tongue around your stiffened peaks. "there's my good little slut. come on, bunny. cum for me."

the orgasm hit you, white-hot and blinding, slamming in on all sides. you're trembling in azriel's lap, nearly sobbing from how good the sex was. your legs feel weak, your head swimming with overwhelming pleasure.

"that's it, little love." azriel wiped your tears and kissed your temple. he swept you up into his arms, his wings cocooning you in red and gold. "you did so well, bunny. let's get you to bed. you wanna cuddle, don't you baby?"

you nodded, tired eyes fluttering as he cradled you against his chest. "yes, please." he chuckled as you nuzzled into his neck. "i love cuddling with you, azzie."

[nopefer-art-tu]

Home is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there

I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place

I can't tell one from another—Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time before we were born

If someone asks, this where I'll be

Where I'll be

[mirinstirfry]

how getting into debut or die has felt like as someone who's not into 3D idols or kpop

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

Me when arcane decided to drop the line “is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”

[marcusagrippa]

some stills that i am very normal about from the megalopolis trailer

[qqueenofhades]

HOLD ON A MINUTE

WAIT WAIT WAIT

DOES THE CO-AUTHOR OF ROOK AND ROSE @alychelms FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLR??!?!?!?!

[captaincrazycreative]

Litteraly everyone in this podcast knows WAY more than they're letting on and it's driving me insane

[justablah56]

hi guys I'm still thinking about closeson bcs of the live show . hello . that was insane why is no one talking about this .

[eeblouissant]

agh agh okay … i know I’m supposed to be on a break (and I have been! And enjoying it at that) but this little moment !!!!! I needed somewhere to scream about it quick because !!!!!!!!!! Do !!!! You see!!!!!! Dorothy’s face !!!!!!!!!!!

[millimononym]

My favorite part of Fear Of Victory is that when Scarecrow escaped the asylum, no one, not a SINGLE other rogue ratted him out, despite the fact that a lot of them probably don't even like him. They ALL kept their mouths shut for however long Scarecrow was gone (this also implies horrible care of the inmates in Arkham cuz no one noticed he was gone, but we could already guess that much). The ENTIRE asylum. RESPECT

[starrystevie]

where the spirit meets the bones

written by @starrystevie with art by @paintedpatroclus for the steddie big bang.

releasing in october 2023; full excerpt under read more

after finding out that his father passed away and that the munson family home in townsend, tennessee is now uncle wayne's, eddie munson makes his way back to the little house nestled on the out skirts of the appalachian mountains. he brings along someone to help with the heavy lifting, to help carry boxes and clean out the junk the house has accumulated over the years. in walks steve harrington with his hands and arms open and ready to do much more than just the heavy lifting. together, the two work through eddie's grief and anger, acceptance and closure. it's all wrapped up in a family house in the mountains of east tennessee. it's where eddie learns how to let go, how to let people in, and how to live as free as the winds blowing through the overgrown weeds. and if it means seeing steve trying to catch crawdads in the sunshine and seeing the stars twinkling in his eyes in the moonlight, then eddie's happy to be along for the ride.

The moment Eddie peeled his eyes open only to get blinded by the morning sun, he knew it was going to be a shitty day.

His head was pounding. The vodka (and tequila and beer and gin) from last night’s festivities made it feel like he had been hit by a truck and then possibly re-run over by said truck. His arms were as heavy as lead and his stomach was rolling, bile churning around looking for a new place to call home.

Eddie pushed himself out of bed as quickly as his spinning head would allow to bend over the trash can by his dresser, pushing the contents in it down so whatever he got out of his system wouldn’t overflow. After hours of emptying his stomach (it was in fact, only a few seconds), he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and grimaced at the sour taste it left behind. It took more energy than he wanted to exert, but he brought himself to sit against his bed, eyes closed against the bright sunlight and took in deep, steadying breaths.

Hangovers had never been his friend. He always felt like such a baby whenever he had one because they drained him, debilitating and humiliating. 

Water, he needed water. Even if he was going to throw it all back up after chugging it down, his body was too dehydrated to function. With a groan, Eddie pulled his feet under him and braced his arms on the side of his bed to push himself off the ground. He had to stand there for a few seconds to regain his balance before walking sluggishly to the door of his room. 

The kitchen in their new trailer was close but not close enough that it didn’t wear him down just to make it the few steps. Eddie’s eyes were closed as he shuffled along the floor, his socks shifting uncomfortably and causing the toe line to get stuck under his toes. There were more serious problems at hand though, so he pushed that gross feeling to the side to focus on opening a cabinet with as little noise as possible. 

Eddie wanted to dunk his head under the running tap as soon as he turned it on. His eyes felt like they were covered in gunk and he had definitely been too sweaty for too long last night as his hair was now all tangled at the base of his neck. He settled for filling up his cup instead of showering in the kitchen sink and took a large gulp, downing the cup and pulling away to gasp for breath. He filled the cup up once more with the intention to chug it down but a fresh wave of nausea had him groaning. 

“Long night?”

Wayne’s voice broke through the silence and had Eddie jumping out of his skin. With a shout, he brought his hand up to cover his chest where he could feel his heart thumping quickly under his palm.

“What the fuck, Wayne?” Eddie breathed out, closing his eyes with a sigh. His uncle chuckled in response. 

“Sorry, kid. Didn’t think I’d scare ya that bad.” 

The trailer fell into a tense silence as Eddie tried to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. Wayne was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter smoking a cigarette, the ashtray next to him full, scribbling something into a notepad in front of him. He huffed, crossed something out more times than was probably necessary and then continued writing. 

Eddie took a smaller sip of his water once the fear from being jump scared had settled and he remembered just how thirsty he was. A glance at the clock told him it wasn’t even 9 in the morning. “Shouldn’t you still be at work?” 

Wayne grunted in response, puffed at the cigarette that was at the side of his mouth, didn’t even bother looking up from the legal pad as he continued writing. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he turned around to find the medicine cabinet over the sink. Tylenol was very much needed if he had any hope of fighting off the day long headache he was already sporting. 

The sound of Wayne ripping off a sheet of paper and crumpling it in his hands was harsh against Eddie’s ears in the otherwise quiet room, causing him to wince and whine like a toddler. 

“Okay, I’m going back to bed for at least 8 more hours so I’ll see-”

“Eddie, wait.” 

Wayne’s voice stopped him in his tracks where he had already started his way back to his bed to be a zombie for the rest of the day. Eddie turned around and saw his uncle run a hand down his face before stubbing out his cigarette and pulling out another. He motioned with a hand to have them both come sit on the couch. 

“I gotta talk to you, bud,” he continued as he stood up slowly from his stool to sit down on the couch. 

This wasn’t normal. Sure, they talked whenever they were both magically home at the same time about easy things, the weather, work, what parts they needed to fix up Wayne’s junker truck. But the way Wayne looked made Eddie apprehensive. It made his stomach turn with nerves rather than with the lingering nausea of his hangover. 

“It’s not you, it’s me?” Eddie joked, forcing a laugh onto the end of the sentence to try and make the tension in the room dissipate. He stayed where he was, pressed against the doorframe to his bedroom, thumbnail running over the hard plastic of the cup still in his hand. 

Wayne rolled his eyes before leveling Eddie with an unamused stare. “Just come sit down.” 

He wanted to do the exact opposite of that. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was too unsettled to do anything but gurgle at him, he wanted to brush his teeth to get the grime off them and crawl back into bed to get his limbs feeling normal again. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was have a talk with his uncle. 

The last time they had ‘a talk’ was when he was 15 and he got condoms thrown in his lap with a gruff, “you better stay safe out there, ain't no extra room in here for any babies,” and Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell him he hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. 

Still, he found himself shuffling back across the floor, his sock catching on a stray nailhead sticking up from the carpet tack strip for a brief moment. Eddie flopped onto the couch in a less than graceful way, pressing his back against the arm and bringing his legs up to sit criss-cross on the cushion. 

“Now,” Wayne started with a sigh. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, his arm that was slung across the top of the couch picking at an errant thread. “I know you ain’t feeling too hot and I’m sorry about that, but I gotta tell you this before the day goes on much longer.” 

Eddie’s mind went a million directions. Wayne lost his job, he’s kicking Eddie out, he’s got some weird lung disease from breathing in fumes at the plant, they have to-

“It’s about your dad.”

They hadn’t talked about Eddies’ parents in a long time, there hadn’t really been a need to. His mom had passed away when he was young, the copious drugs in her system causing her heart to stop. And his dad was in prison with 20 years for grand theft auto. It was why Eddie lived with Wayne in the first place; after his brother went to jail, CPS moved him to his closest relative which meant Eddie was going to Hawkins. 

Eddie stilled, felt his head slowly tilt to the side like a dog hearing a whistle. “So I have a feeling I am not awake enough or like… sober enough for this conversation.” 

“Yeah, probably not.” Wayne replied with a sharp gust of air through his nose, nodded his head slowly. “Do you wanna wait until you can get some more rest?” 

“Fuck no,” Eddie said with a shake of his head, feeling his brain sloshing around in his skull and man, he really was too hungover for this. “You’ve got me all intrigued now.”

His uncle nodded again with understanding and he took in a deep breath. “It’s hard to tell ya, kid, but he… uhh. He got the pneumonia or something and it wasn’t clearing up and he-”

Wayne took in another deep breath. Eddie knew he wasn’t awake enough for this.

“They found him in his bunk this morning. Guess he just didn’t wake up.”

All Eddie could do was nod. He felt his eyebrows furrow in for the briefest of seconds before flattening back out. His limbs suddenly felt lighter than they ever had, like he was floating up off their scratchy couch, weightless. His head was still foggy from the liquor that he had shot the night before but everything was a bit clearer now.

“So umm,” he bit at the inside of his lip for a moment, eyes flickering back up to meet Wayne’s. He didn’t even realize he had been staring off into space. Didn’t know how long he had been tapped out of the conversation. “What do we…?”

What did he even want to ask? He didn’t know where to start. 

Logically, there were things to figure out. He was sure they had to get his… body, right? Have a funeral or something. Fuck, how do you plan a funeral for someone you don’t really even know? He was an orphan now, and wasn’t that just a trip to think about. Orphaned at 22… was it even considered orphaned at that point? Or was that just being an adult with no parents left? It’s not like he expected some grand reunion with his dad when his time was served but he didn’t know the last he talked to him let alone saw him and-

“Eddie, breath.” 

He brought his vision back into focus, looked at Wayne’s watery eyes and felt the wetness in his own. He didn’t realize he said that all out loud.  

“I don’t know what to do.”

Wayne’s face pulled up in a show of compassion before mellowing into what Eddie thought was supposed to look comforting. He gave him a small smile, one corner of his mouth pulling up and crinkling the side of his face. 

“Tell you the truth, I don’t really know either bud.” Wayne brought up a hand and pet at Eddie’s knee once, twice, letting the silence of the new trailer without its clangs and groans of the old one wash over them. “I’ll give you some time to think.”

Eddie wanted to be 5 years old again. He wanted to scrunch up his nose and curl his fists and stomp on the ground to get his anger out. He wanted to sit at the edge of his mom’s bed and feel the well-worn quilt she loved so much under his fingers. He wanted to go back in time and figure out why his life had to be such shit before he even had a chance to have a life. 

It was easy to blame it all on Gary Munson and if he was gone, who could Eddie blame now?

[samijey]

[thirdtimed]

thinking about the jimmy scar pearl venn diagram and absolutely just disintegrating over it

[rosenfey]

🍄🍂 anyway new palia update preview has me foaming at the mouth 🍂🍄

[airenyah]

even dunk tried to cheek kiss first 😅 thinks fans heads would explode if gmmtv introduced the concept of primary secondary and play partners

yeah i mean who wouldn't want to kiss first on the cheek lbr

and yeah, i agree. it's not that i mind the same constellation of actors doing multiple series together. but if only THEY do series together?? that's kinda annoying in the long run. bc like, they're actors and as actors i wanna see them do actor things and part of that is watching how their acting is influenced by all the different colleagues they work with (whether these colleagues are male or female or any other gender)

and i really don't understand why we can't have the best of both worlds, like. it would be SO easy: have them do a series with their main cp partner every other year and then in the years in between they get to branch out and kiss other men

sometimes i cry myself to sleep at night thinking about all of the potential dynamics we're missing out on because of this. dynamics that could be so delicious to watch

but alas....

(certain fans would NOT survive my proposed universe sigh)