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[enderspawn]

these have been in my brain for literal months now please just get them out of here

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)

[chalkrub]

kajsa my latest nefarious girlie, sporting the latest fashion (wearing her family members' pelts and carrying around her enemy's head on a stick)

[secondary-colorentimy]

dorm leaders (expect to see these make a reappearance in the future)

((also the reason leona isnt here is cause i already drew him but i needed to draw the other guys to match him✋🙄))

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.��� It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

��Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[lycansprites]

No you can't take a neutral stance of either options suck equally, but you can and should tell us in the tags what you chose and why :)

[arcane-gold]

hi darlings i hate asking for help but i’m in a pickle this month trying to balance paying rent and prepping for a hurricane, all while going out of town next week. if you could share this i would really appreciate it 😭

i had a check coming in from a publisher that fell through, and now i have to come up with that $500 before next thursday, all while i will be in wyoming. stress

anyway thank you for your time, i appreciate you so much

thank you!! here is da link

[hemlock-dreams]

How do Peter's tattoos work? In a comic it talked about how if Logan got a tattoo it would only last a few hours, a day and a half tops, because of his healing factor it would fade really fast. So how long would your Peter's tattoos last? Does he just have to get them redone once and awhile?

The OG dosage of radioactive venom was via mixing it into ink and tattooing a spider onto his wrist, and his body accepts it without too much hassle. So if Peter wants his tattoos to stay, he's gotta make his own ink mix using a massive dose of his venom as a bonding agent.

Obviously the ink is crazy fucking toxic and cannot be handled by bare hands. Anything touching the ink has to also be disposed of.

The hardest part about getting tattoos for Peter is finding an artist who is alright with accepting weird under-the-counter ink and willing to use Peter's tattoo gun (when he had one) or be ok with throwing their gun away after finishing a session.

It also takes a few sessions, where the artist has to refresh the tattoo to get it to permanently stick. As you can imagine, getting tattoos are a luxury expense for Peter because the bill can run super high and the list of people willing to do the above + be good is a small ass pool.

Pictured here is the average tattoo artist for Peter:

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Goals this weekend:

1) Passport packet completed

2) List more clothes on poshmark, books & nerd crap I haven't touched on various marketplaces

3) Hike a bit

4) Dinner & game night with queer friends

5) Pet a big boofer at the newfie training event at Mystic

6) Look hot AF with my partner

Next up:

1) Start legal processes for redundant shoring up of legal protections as a "same sex" married couple. Focus on power of attorney, transfer of house deed, healthcare visitation, first

2) Inventory house, make list of high-impact, sustainability-focused products to get before new tariffs hit (canning stuff & new sewing machine come to mind).

3) Bloodwork for Dec physical

4) List more stuff I don't need for sale (old video game collection, I'm looking at you)

5) Hike a bit

6) Visit queer friends

7) Look hot AF with my partner

[redninjaoutfit]

When it's raining and you didn't bring an umbrella but your bro with enchanting blue eyes (who you're totally not in love with) offers to walk you home

+ Additional doodles cause I couldn't help myself you WILL be susceptible to fluffy tedstin propaganda

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #130

You know that trope where SI employees call Peter "Stark Jr."?

Fic where Tony learns about this and loves it. One night, at one of their weekly Ironfam dinners, he gleefully brags about it in front of May

In retaliation, May says to Tony, "Okay, Parker Sr."

No angst miscommunications, just hilarity. Everyone knows this is about the honor of being included in each other's families

[rebouks]

i can't with this fkin man.. he's eating raw dough out of the fridge 🤦‍♀️

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

ive described my culinary diet like raccoons that live in a michelin starred restaurants' dumpster before but its just legit Like That.

Like for breakfast I ate baloney sandwiches with baloney and mayo I found on sale.... and bread that's a pullman's loaf recipe I modified to be both made from sourdough starter and half whole wheat that takes a full day to go from cold starter to piping fresh bread

[greenlaut]

an angel (satan)

angels before man by @nicosraf

[littlecutiexox]

Little pole bits 🥰