#WRITERS ROCK

[thkmadame]

Some of y’all have us down bad!

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

Settling in with a cup of coffee to hit my reading list. Holy crap, all of you. All. Of. You. Are so bloody talented. I love the Steve / Buckiness out of you!

[lemurianmaster]

omg thank you SO much for your comment on my fic!! that means so much 🥺🥺<3

Bless your heart! It was my absolute pleasure reading it and I'm going to binge your blog when I get home from work ☺️

Side note: I think a lot of us who scroll through the hard work of people who post their content on here, don't always know what to leave as a comment (I'm so guilty of that, too) so they don't bother. But as you can see, it makes a difference to those talented people who spend a long time and put in huge effort for you all to enjoy. If you're stuck for words, a simple, yet meaningful "thank you," will go a long way.

I've tried, and failed, so many times to write out ideas I've had and it's no easy feat. You all have my respect 💜

[sophiadelray]

“I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.” - Jeff Buckley

[sokkas-therapist]

NOBODY BOTHER ME the writers of the Boiling Rock episodes said that Sokka and Zuko fight like an old married couple

[sbrown82]

Marsha Hunt, circa 1970.

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[wildflowerwildfiree]

[pyunyrage]

-via the.soundgeist on instagram

[celestialwrites]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fluffy best friends to lovers dialogue prompts

✩ "what if i told you i love you? and not just as your friend."

✩ "can i kiss you? shit! i didn't mean to say that-" "shut up and kiss me you big idiot."

✩ "i don't want you going out with them," "why not?" "because i want you to go with me."

✩ "i've loved you since the day you threw a rock at me in first grade."

✩ "and if i did kiss you? what would you do then?"

✩ "if you were my (boyfriend/girlfriend/partner) i would worship the ground you walk on."

✩ "kiss me." "you aren't serious." "i so am."

✩ "because you're my best friend and i fucking love you." "you love me as your friend or as something more?"

✩ "when i saw you that first day of 7th grade i knew one thing, and it's not just that i wanted to become your favourite person, it's that i wanted to be your everything. best friend or more, just let me be your everything."

✩ "spin the bottle?" "there's only two of us..."

✩ "let's play a game, kiss, marry & love, the options are me, me and wouldn't you look at that, me."

✩ "are you... jealous?" "so what if i am?"

@celestialwrites for more.

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

Summary:

“Marcel…” he rasped, closing his eye again, some of his tension releasing. “It is not safe for you to be here.”

“You are unsafe, as well, Elijah.” Elijah cracked the smallest smile even as he writhed, back arching up again. ________________ Elijah is captured by some witches, and seeing no one else doing anything about it, little Marcel (only a year or so after his adoption into the Mikaelson family) goes after him. He ends up needing a bit of help, and despite familial feuds, family is always there for each other.

[theriverdraws]

HEY UH, TOBY FOX VOICED A CHARACTER IN "WE BABY BEARS"???

OKAY????

[eboneeblak]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩☠︎✩°｡⋆˚⁺

𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝, 𝙹𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚔, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍!

† ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

𓉸ྀི

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝: ☆ 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚖 ☆ 𝙵𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 ☆ 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 ☆ 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 ☆ 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 ☆ 𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚛, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚜.

† ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜

(𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙴�� 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝙼𝚂)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠉⠢⣣⣁⠀⣀⠙⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣶⡞⢯⣠⡻⠼⡇⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡷⢌⠻⣶⡟⡄⠈⠁⠀⠀⠐⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⣷⣿⡗⠀⣡⠊⠻⠋⠒⢄⠀⠀⢀⠔⠙⢦⡀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡗⠀⠀⢸⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣆⠛⣠⣞⢕⢽⣆⠀

⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⡇⠀⢀⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢐⡯⡪⡫⡢⣑⣕⢕⠀

⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠇⡰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢮⡺⣾⣮⡪⡳⠀

⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠺⣷⣝⢮⠀

⠾⠿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠪⣻⡇

☆ 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜:

𝟿𝟶𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎/ 𝙰𝚕𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝙷𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚘𝚙, 𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚔, 𝙰𝚕𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚙, 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚣𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

☆ 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜:

𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝙽𝙸𝙽, 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝙾 𝙽𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚎

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

☆ 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚜:

𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

☆ 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜:

𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝟷-𝟹, 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚢𝚛, 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝟹, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝟷-𝟹, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚖

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝: 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑, 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎!

ᵢ’ₗₗ ₛₑₑ yₒᵤ ₒₙ ₜₕₑ ₒₜₕₑᵣ ₛᵢdₑ

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

[thingsthatcometomymindwheniwrite]

father forgive me for the type of fictional characters I say “he just like me fr” about

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending

"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir." 

"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit." 

Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair. 

"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-" 

Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?" 

"What, now you care?" 

He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs. 

"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?" 

*

The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.

Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like- 

"Watch out!" 

Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him. 

Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph. 

"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-" 

"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time." 

Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way. 

For a second, nobody says anything. 

"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful." 

"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!" 

His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …" 

He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide. 

"I, erm … Dustin." 

"I'll stay here with Dustin." 

*

Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick. 

Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.

"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids." 

Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light. 

"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though." 

Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee. 

"You mean the royal visit?"

Eddie huffs. 

"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."

Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-" 

Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-" 

"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon." 

They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly. 

Dustin sighs and stands. 

"Coming, Hop." 

"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-" 

And then it clicks. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says. 

Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat. 

"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise." 

The door clicks shut. 

The car glides away. 

Eddie buries his face in his palms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."

Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.

"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit." 

Eddie groans. 

Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day. 

Part 2

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