#UH. GOODBYE I GUESS

[samgatinho]

FOR EPISODE 22!!!!

ok we ignore the fact that mumbo made his thumbnail + title abt the base . no its not bc i dont know how to draw buildings or smth. totally. no.

[liviatrivia]

Not entirely happy with these cause I’m sick but I had to crank out smth after sotr. Hopefully I can do some digital stuff later hehe haha.

[egginfroggin]

“Likes you, Mabel?” her father said, voice rising incredulously, and he whipped around to face her. “Oh, please, dear, that’s ridiculous!” he scoffed, eyes shifting to gold between blinks. She bristled outwardly as something inside withered, conviction dimming, and he talked right over her protests. “This is why I kept you inside, dear!” Tossing his hands, eyes rolling skyward before settling back on her, full of something nauseatingly like pity – like she was just a lost little girl in a world too big and complicated for her. “This fantasy you’ve invented, it just proves how naive you are, Shooting Star!” His eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance in one long stride, all but looming over her, and she’d never felt so small before him. “He’ll eat you alive, Mabel, just like anyone else out here.”

Guess who's being mean again?

That's right!

It's me again, folks.

[i-ate-all-of-my-toes]

So, uh, I'm gonna go offline for most of the day. So, I made this for you guys while you wait for my return.

Over 24 hours of fun! Listen to it on shuffle. Includes some of, if not ALL of toe's favorite music artists! (NOT ALL OF THEM ARE.)

There should probably be some warnings for explicit songs, suicide implications in some of them, yada yada yada. I'll leave thst for YOU to find out!

Listen to what TOE listens too! Give into peer pressure!

TWAMT! At a Spotify app and website near you!

[bloody-arty-myths]

Not some people trying to convince ME that I’m ungrateful 💀🤡

[size-two-shrimp]

boutta vibe check tf outta you. i get the feeling you were an hlvrai fan

/j I do like HLVRAI lmao. Was never in the fandom but I think it was very silly.

[beatcroc]

comic planning/roughs on the clock at work 👍 ok. this one's still a few posts out though

[flyingspicerack]

im cooking something

[transmascwillbyers]

when writing this fic, one of my rules i have is that i'm trying to do the bare minimum amount of canon divergence necessary to make the premise make sense (which is still a lot lol, but i'm trying to make it fit reasonably close to what a canon timeline without the UD and with the Byers moving to Hawkins in 1986 would look like). however, i am making one single exception to this rule, and that exception is that i am not spending a single second writing b*lly h*rgrove's ass into my fic. he does not exist in my AU. could he? yeah, he could, without the upside down he would technically still be alive in this timeline, that's why i had to make the decision. will he? nope nope nope i categorically refuse to write about this man in any way, shape, or form. he does not deserve my prose. i am making an executive decision right now and it's that b*lly h*rgrove is not permitted on the premises of my google doc

[lavenderbones-sophisticatedcats]

it’s just another day. the day i was born. the day i began to dislike with all my being. i remember this time last year, you couldn’t even bring yourself to wish me happy birthday. i remember the year before that, stressing while frantically looking for rentals we sat and ate maccas while watching tv. i remember the year before that too, you weren’t around. but the year before that i was right in your arms. peacefully sleeping because i felt safe.

and now? fast forward four years since the first time we celebrated, i’m alone in my room. one of my best-friends called me to wish me happy birthday then hung up. he knew i wasn’t really up for speaking.

i’m not trying to bring anyone down. i just hate this day.

good-night.

[yoshistory]

my transition has gotten to a point where if i enter the women's room people sometimes go like "umm... excuse me ... hey...? the sign?" but generally do not try and stop me from entering or care if i do. but i am sort of avoidant of using the men's room for some reason

[rubiatinctorum]

I don’t update the songs on my phone very often because the app I use has to sync with itunes and all that so that means that 95% of the music on it was put there from whatever I copied over from my old phone that I had on that one in early 2022 and opening the music app is such a time capsule to whatever I was listening to then either at work or between classes

[floydetheflowerdragon]

are you gonna give ur blog a title anytime soon?

-🥐Anon, aka @croissantanon

YOU CAN DO THAT!?!

[kat-kc-8107]

So today I was on the train with a freind, I turn and look out the window. It's sunset and honestly the view looked beautiful so I nudge my freind and go. 'Hey nice sunset' and nod my head in the general direction.

the world decided to say fuck you, because as my friend turned to look a wall apeared. We wait thinking it'll go away soon. It did not infact instead it rose higher and higher becoming a tunnel.

Suffice to say we didn't see that sunset for a while. We also giggled our asses off

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.   

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts.  

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.   

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a��note.   

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.   

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless. 

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting.  

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.   

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you somethin’,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites.  

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment.  

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end.  

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.   

“That I was mad at you?”   

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes.  

He lets out a sigh.  

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought somethin’ happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.   

“I know, m’sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”   

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”   

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval.  

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.   

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her. 

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.   

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table.  

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.   

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anythin’ with me. Let dad do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.   

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.   

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.   

“Shit, this is amazin’,” he praises around the mouthful.   

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.   

“Did you eat yet?”  

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible. 

He stops chewing.   

“Waitin’ for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.   

She looks up at him, puzzled.   

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.   

“Good, right?”  

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.   

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.   

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.   

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.   

She swallows.   

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.  

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.    

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.    

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again.  

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.  

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home.  

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact.  

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.  

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.   

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.   

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response.  

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.   

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.  

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”   

“M’sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.   

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?”  

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blowson her sensitive cunt.   

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface.  

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping.  

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.  

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance. 

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.  

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.    

“Nah, you’re good, dad wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.  

“I don’t know if I can—”  

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.  

“No, I do, I do…”   

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic. 

[deads-not-punk]

And with that, I am done. Probably. If anyone sees this, have a Patrick from my brothers view - and goodnight .

(post show text from the aforementioned brother, it was his first fall out boy show)