#I'm proud of this one

[auriannaventiwithcaramel]

nerdy prudes are bi

nerdy prudes are bi

every nerdy prude's into girls and also guys

bisexuals arise

not really a surprise

nerdy prudes, whether king or queen

or in between

you're in their dating scene

[abitdragonobsessed]

I think they might be a bit fruity for each other

[shoujofurby]

"The power of the multiverse in the palm of my hand"

[lemxioz]

Eddie "nice guy" Munson

he's a nice guy isn't he? 🧡

[ghitathepanda]

BoBoiBoy pet name shenanigans with Fang and Yaya (aka Mimi)

[writer-freak]

Summer Rain - Eddie Munson x Gn reader (Fluff)

Summary: You promised your neighbor Eddie to bring him over some cake and you keep that promise even if it's storming outside.

Warnings: reader borrows some of Eddie's clothes (it isn't described how they fit though), gender neutral reader, pure fluff, english isn't my first language so please excuse if there are some mistakes wordcount: 1.2k

A/n: I'm terrible at coming up with names for my fanfictions so this title is taken from the song Summer Rain by Johnny Rivers. My mom had this song playing while I was writing this and it fits.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and it makes me very happy to see and hear that people enjoy my writing.

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Rain pounded relentlessly against the windows, its drumming synchronizing with the rapid rhythm of your heart as you hurriedly made your way to Eddie Munson's house. Your neighbor's place was just a few doors down the street, and despite the inclement weather, you were determined to uphold your promise of sharing the leftover cake. You tugged the hood of your raincoat closer around your face, attempting to shield yourself from the downpour. The weather worsened, and within moments, you were thoroughly drenched.

With a determined exhale, you reached Eddie's front porch, your pulse racing like the distant thunder. You knocked on the door, hoping he was home. The door swung open, revealing Eddie, who looked surprised to see you standing there, dripping wet.

"(Y/N)? Hey, what are you doing out in this storm?" Eddie's voice was laced with genuine concern, his brows furrowed as he scanned your drenched form.

You offered a soggy smile, determined to keep your spirits high despite your sodden state. "Brought over the cake as promised," you announced, holding the Tupperware container with a cheerful smile.

A hint of protest danced in Eddie's eyes, his lips twitching as he glanced at the storm outside. "You shouldn't have; it could have waited until tomorrow," he insisted, his voice a mix of appreciation and worry. "Come in, I can't have you going back out there." With that, he stepped aside, ushering you into the warmth of his home.

You carefully stepped inside but didn't venture further as a puddle was already forming under you. Eddie, ever the gentleman, quickly fetched a towel and offered it to you with an understanding smile. "Here, take this. You're soaked!"

You accepted the towel with gratitude, the soft fabric offering a welcomed reprieve from the rain's icy embrace. As Eddie took your coat to hang it up, you took a moment to survey your surroundings, absorbing the essence of his living space.

"Do you maybe want to take a shower? They say this storm won't end any time soon, and it would be best to wait it out." Eddie's voice pierced through your thoughts, anchoring you to the present. His concern pulled you from your contemplative daze, and you met his gaze with a thoughtful nod.

"Um, yeah, that might be a good idea. Though, do you maybe have something else for me to wear? I don't exactly want to wear my wet jeans after coming out of the shower," you confessed, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The idea of borrowing his clothes added a layer of unexpected excitement to the situation.

Eddie looked at you for a second, surprise flashing across his face before it quickly faded.

Eddie: "Oh, uh, yeah, sure! I can find you something comfy to wear. Let me grab you some clothes. You can go ahead to the bathroom," he gestured, pointing you in the right direction.

Stepping into the bathroom, you took a moment to absorb the unfamiliar yet strangely inviting environment. Before long, a soft knock sounded on the door, and Eddie's voice seeped through the crack. "I, uh, hope those fit okay. Let me know if you need anything else."

You acknowledged his words with a genuine smile, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you. "Again, thank you."

With the door closed, you made quick work of the shower, reveling in the warmth that enveloped your chilled skin. Emerging from the bathroom, you felt transformed, the weight of wet clothes exchanged for a pair of sweatpants and a slightly faded band tee. The garments carried Eddie's scent, a subtle reminder of your unexpected visit.

Eddie needed a moment to process when you reentered the living room. Seeing you in his clothing was a sight he had only ever dared to imagine in his dreams.

"You, uh, you look good in my clothes. I mean, you look good... always." Eddie stumbled over his words, unable to sort his thoughts.

Then you settled in the living room, a blanket wrapped around you to escape the chill of the room. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning illuminated the room every few seconds. Eddie asked you what you wanted to watch. "Hmm, how about we watch that new thriller series I mentioned last time? It seems fitting for the weather," you proposed, a grin curving your lips. Eddie nodded in agreement before navigating through the entertainment options to put on the chosen show on the screen.

The rumbling outside grew worse, and you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but Eddie being by your side made you feel safer somehow.

The desire to be closer to him surged within you, an instinctual urge to seek solace in his company. You entertained the thought of nuzzling into the crook of his neck, nestled against the warmth that radiated from his skin. It was a fleeting fancy, one that you simultaneously craved and hesitated to indulge, for fear of overstepping boundaries.

As the storm continued outside, you started to chat about everything and discovered that you shared more interests than you thought before. The rain was a mere backdrop to the conversation between the two of you. Time seemed to fly by, and the storm showed no signs of letting up.

"You know," Eddie began, his voice sounding soothing amidst the storm, "I'm really glad you came over. It's nice having someone to keep me company during this storm."

"Me too," you responded, your words bearing a soft undertone of gratitude. A warmth engulfed your chest, something you had never felt before.

Gazing into Eddie's eyes, you felt as though the two of you existed in a world of your own, completely separate from everything that was happening outside.

The storm continued, not letting up by your shared laughter and whispered secrets. The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows, and the TV's glow flickered just like the flashes of lightning outside. Yet, your focus remained squarely on each other, the growing connection between you amplifying with every passing moment.

Finally, with a distant rumble of thunder, the rain started to subside. Despite the calming storm, a surge of hesitation tugged at your thoughts. You really didn't want to leave yet.

The allure of the present moment held you in place, coaxing you to take a daring leap.

"Eddie, I... I really enjoy spending time with you," you confessed, feeling your face heating up.

Eddie's eyes softened, his lips curling into a tender smile. "I feel the same way, (Y/N). You're amazing."

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. The angry storm was replaced by the tension that crackled between you. Warmth enveloped you, tugging you closer to Eddie until your fingers naturally entwined.

"I like you, Eddie," you admitted, your heartbeat quickening with each passing second.

His smile broadened, the reflection of his emotions dancing in his eyes. "I like you too, (Y/N). More than you could ever imagine."

With those whispered words hanging in the air, you closed the distance between you, a delicate connection brought by the pull of mutual affection. Lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet and passionate show of your blossoming romance against the storm.

As always thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this. ^^

[as-days-fade-and-nights-grow]

Now he'll play God, because your God just lost His touch

Season 6/7 Castiel with the Purgatory souls and Leviathans and stuff :33 the lyrics are from Losing His Touch by Jack Off Jill.

WIP by the way!! (Maybe. I don't know if I'll finish it really. I wanted to ink it traditionally and stuff but I forgot my sketchbook with the good pages :()

[mintyspacecadet]

Fashion meme but Adventure Time!

[vibing-things]

when when when when you

yea that's a lota ladies

[skynapple]

Mermaid girl

It's actually @jeremiahofphilo and @irisirens :D

Late to MerMay but oh well! It was nice to actually link something lately.

[mateayao]

Redraw of that one scene...

might have something to do with the last drawfee episode :)

[landofartandcraft]

Stealing the food

[total-serene560]

Chapter 4: What's On Your Mind?

Will's boss hates air conditioning and Mike Wheeler, the OG Party sees The Blob and Will has a bad time, Mike mysteriously appears at Will's house after work one day, Will successfully runs a DnD session while halfway ready to call an Amber Alert for Mike until he arrives an hour late, and Will finally puts the pieces together after a late night conversation in a car.

(all in a nice 10k word package!)

Fic Summary:

Senior year arrives off the back of a wasted summer and brings with it a whole can of worms that Mike has been trying to avoid opening since eighth grade. Left with Will being in his usual DM position in the club that he started, a distant sister he's convinced hates him, parents that can't seem to stop fighting, a burning truth in his heart that he can't stamp out, and a terrifyingly bleak future looming ahead; Mike struggles to navigate the year from hell. But maybe Mike isn't as alone as he thought, and maybe... just maybe, everything has a way of working itself out for the better.

Will's life seems to be changing faster and faster every day. Jonathan leaves after graduating community college and making it into Purdue, Will's mom gets a promotion at work and starts getting more serious with Hopper, and Will ends up in charge of the DnD Club for the first time ever. On top of that, his friendship with Mike is becoming increasingly... odd. Strained. Tense. What starts with a movie night slowly changes their friendship, and with it turns Will's whole world on it's head- Again. But... maybe not everything has to be bad. Maybe change can be good, even. If only it wasn't so damn scary.

(A post-ST2 AU)

Snippet below the cut:

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“That sucks,” Will says instead, “I’m sorry.” “It’s fine,” Mike says, shrugging as he meets his eye, “It’s just so stupid, you know.” “Yeah,” Will nods, “Dads suck.” “They do,” Mike says, his face softening into a smile, “Hey. You’re my best friend. You know that, right?” “Yeah, you are too,” Will says, smiling back, and then he swallows when Mike doesn’t look away, his smile falling a little as his eyes do this quick motion down-and-up over his face. The inside of the car is dark, intimate, and Will suddenly feels lightheaded as he looks down at Mike’s hand again, his fingers tapping lightly against the parking brake between them. He looks back up at Mike’s face, and Mike is still staring, his eyes almost black in the low light. And Will thinks about August, about the movie theater, about his voice on the radio saying We can be scared together, if you want. Scared together. Crazy together.  “Are you drunk?”  “A little.” August, Mike’s dark brown eyes, his mouth dry. Mike looked down.  “Yeah, sorry, I was- I wasn’t feeling well that night.” Mike shakes his head after a moment, looking back at Will’s house, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Will’s mouth is dry as he nods, “Yeah, tomorrow.” 

tagging: @foodiewithdahoodie@sparks-olivarpente@maru-chu@greenfiend@booksandpaperss@magentamee@doriandrifting@itsacleanmachine@moon-and-stars @fireflywitch(if you wanna be added or removed from the tag list lmk!)

[theindescribable1]

Choose one of ut characters or yourself to do this prompt;

Draw someone holding a knife like a soggy tea bag saying; "Don't worry, Honey, I hate knifes. I wouldn't use it on you. ."

Yandere vibes!

Did you ASK for midnight art?

Oh wait you actually did...

Bet.

I actually am proud of this....I tried a new style for feet/shoes and I think its pretty good!

[lover-of-skellies]

My sibling: Idk what water's made of

My mom: ...I dunno either. Vapors?

Me: Molecules? Ions?

My mom and sibling:

Me: Wait, no. Hydrogen and Oxygen. H2O

My sibling: Hydrogen Peroxide??

Me: Nah. Water is H2O. Hydrogen Peroxide is H2O2

My mom and sibling: ಠ_ಠ

Me:

[jojaydoodles]

friendly remainder that I specialize in OC commissions and that commissions are still open this Autumn :)