#absolute brain worms

[criticalcrusherbot]

💁🏽‍♀️: *inhales*

💁🏽‍♀️: THAT IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO THE QUESTION THAT SHOULD BE ASKED TO ACCURATELY ANALYZE ✨ANY✨ MEDIA BUT ESPECIALLY THIS PARTICULAR MEDIA AND THIS SPECIFIC CHARACTER???????

[innieirving]

rook: *obvious flirting* emmrich: 😲😲😲🤯🤯🤯😳😳😳??????????

bonus:

[superscourge]

do you look up at the moon at night and wonder if i'm looking, too?

[steddieas-shegoes]

When Eddie is introduced to Jonathan, they both give each other a look that says “if you say anything, you’re dead” and naturally, Nancy clocks it immediately.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time, only growing the suspicion.

“Seriously? Do you know each other already?”

“No!”

“Yes, but-“

They glare at each other, but Eddie speaks up again.

“He bought from me a couple times. No big deal.”

Nancy looks between them, shakes her head. “There’s something else going on. But we’ve got bigger problems.”

And they did.

For months, their problems seemed to get worse by the day. It was a great distraction.

But honestly, anytime Eddie spent more time with Jonathan, it got harder not to say how they actually knew each other: a make out session in a bathroom at a party when Jonathan was yearning for Nancy.

He told Steve eventually, had to with the way he kept finding ways to avoid being around Jonathan and Steve got suspicious.

“If he said something to you about us, I’ll take care of it. He doesn’t get to say shit about what makes us happy.”

And Eddie couldn’t have Steve lose another fight, so he told him.

“So wait. You and Jonathan…”

“Made out. Yes.”

“Like…with tongue?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I remember tongue being involved.”

“And hands?”

“They were there too.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, lifts one to wipe over his face, then settles it back on his hip. “And you liked it?”

“Considering at the time my options were Jonathan or the girl in Hellfire who insisted I wasn’t gay because I looked at her during campaigns, yeah. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been through.”

Steve huffed. “Yeah, but like. Compared to me-“

“Oh my god.”

“What?!”

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of Jonathan Byers. Again.”

“I’m not! I’ve never-“

Eddie raised his brows. “Never? Not once?”

“That was different!”

“That was worse.”

“I dunno, finding out your boyfriend has made out with the only other guy in Hawkins who’d be up for it is arguably worse.”

Steve pouted for hours. Eddie let him.

It was cute, alright?

And when he got over it, they made out for hours in his bed.

Steve, of course, was the one who told Nancy.

In his defense, he was very high, and Nancy had been pushing him all night, from the moment she caught wind that he might know how they knew each other.

Eddie went inside to grab them all water, and she pounced.

By the time Eddie got back, Steve was half asleep and Nancy was smirking at Eddie.

“You could’ve just said.”

“He’s never getting high for free again.”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s back to being a paying customer, too.”

Nancy laughed, startling Steve into opening his eyes. He smiled up at Eddie, no clue he’d just given up one of their secrets.

“Hi, baby. You know Nancy didn’t know about you and Jonathan?”

Eddie glanced over to see Nancy rolling on her side, laughing hysterically.

“Yeah. I’m sure that was on purpose. How about we get you to bed, superstar?”

He managed to get Steve onto the couch, where he immediately passed out.

Nancy hugged him, kissed his cheek, like she always did before leaving.

“It’s not a big deal, you know. He’s mentioned that he isn’t only into women. We’ve talked a lot about the Argyle situation.” She walked towards the door. “Steve will get over the jealousy eventually. It’s not like Jonathan wouldn’t have made out with him if he could have.”

She left before Eddie could respond.

Eddie suddenly understood exactly what Steve was feeling.

“Not gonna happen,” he mumbled to himself before joining Steve on the couch and pulling him close.

[sylphee]

had to give drawing him a try ;u;

[clownsuu]

I got really bad art block atm again so take some mini doodles I did in my spare time 👍

cw minor implied(?) blood

I almost forgot about the existence of my Emo howdy w h o o p s KSHHHDJDHD

also sometimes I get reminded that Howdy’s “blood” is blue instead of red and I get surprised every single time

[bubbleberrypunch]

Buggy and Shanks fighting when they meet again during Laughtale... Buggy calls Shanks out on being a coward (again)... Says that unlike everyone else here, Shanks doesn't have a dream... Tells him that he's still not a real pirate because he hasn't been doing what he wants to do... Doesn't know what Shanks actually wants... Just knows that Shanks has only been doing things because it was responsibility and obligations... What is Shanks's ultimate dream...

Finally breaks and the red haired man yells, "You!"

"You're my dream!"

[kdreader02]

Is it just me or does it feel like in the ALNST fandom, people assign a LOT of Luka’s canon traits to their fanon views of Ivan, particularly the possessiveness

Don’t get me wrong, I do think Ivan has a possessive streak, but I also think it pales CONSIDERABLY in comparison to Luka’s feelings towards Hyuna

Like I can’t see Ivan legitimately thinking Till’s life belongs to him, meanwhile we have a canon side comic of Luka as a kid telling Hyuna that her life is his.

Idk, it just feels weird for me that so many people love Ivan and Till for being “toxic doomed yaoi” and then are (understandably) unsettled/put off by Luka and Hyuna for being “too toxic”

[marasschino]

Japan's most ineligible bachorlette of 2011

[ratgirlexe]

It feels almost weird to me that I really struggle to compute HDG as a horror-adjacent setting like so many others do. I know that there is an inherent power imbalance in the vast majority of relationships within the setting, and that can easily lend itself to a feeling of dawning horror when the protagonist realizes that they are inherently powerless against whatever is about to happen to them, but ultimately the setting just... isn't very scary to me in the way that it seems to be for so many others.

Maybe it's because I haven't read as many of the more extreme horror-adjacent entries, or maybe its because the other settings in which I write are so much more bleak, but its just not why I come to HDG to write. Ultimately when I'm writing in HDG, there's an inherent positive slant to what I'm writing, because there's this idea that ultimately by the end of the story the characters will be in a better place than where they started. It might take forced drugging or brainwashing or any number of potentially horrific things to get them there, but at least in my estimation its ultimately going to be for their own benefit?

And again, maybe I just need to read some of the darker things folks have written, I know there's a handful of works by certain writers that are apparently much more extreme in how the dynamics between characters work, but ultimately HDG as a setting is one of wish fulfillment, both for submissives, dominants, and those in between. I can't see it as anything but hopeful, even if sometimes the big plants are quite scary.

[hellboundhimbo]

i need them to spontaneously combust into a ball of fire but also have a big fat gay wedding and live happily ever after it’s all very complicated

[d-eadeye]

Like parched lips biting into a ripe peach, canine teeth tearing grotesquely through velvet skin.

It looked more like the dried skeleton of an animal, her modest dwelling, sun-bleached bones abandoned on the back of a lopsided hillock somewhere in the faint, flickering distance. He'd almost missed it attributing the wan shape instead to the dried carcass of a steer, spirit rearing alive through the inexorable heat.

A nebulous haze emerges from the void-mouth of the door and she along with it, awaft in the smokey emissions that flee between her doll-lips and billow against her tenuous sides. There is a distinct aromatic note, of smoke and suede and an intangible something, that inundates his nostrils unabashedly. "That right?" His admission ripples through her own like a bullet. The leer of his hawk-eye briefly abates to peer ungracefully beyond her delicate shape and within her strange, shifting parlor.

"Well, shoot. Makes my job easy as pie, then." And he wantonly brushes past her into the abyss.

» »        SOME CALL IT HELL AND OTHERS PARADISE.   it was a matter of perspective,   of which she sees all.   the nebulous aura of her dwelling was proven to be more spectacle than showing of power to the untrained eye.   an encircling pond of lotus blossoms below a  wisteria hanging over them  like a dusky omen,   fragrant and spindly with its drooping petals.   a botanical onslaught that was only parted by streams of undulating smoke.   even with carcinogens peppering the air all that flowered within these confines was burgeoning with a curious vivaciousness.   hyper-real,   nearly too saturated in color to seem entirely organic.   

        the witch is a dark jewel hidden within this landscape of oversaturated sunrise.   in the midst of this desert oasis she is water,   the manner in which she moves and speaks,   a liquid persuasion.   ❛  if you've come this far it means you are exactly where you're supposed to be,   taka.   ❜   hawk-eyed,   a gaze like well-spent coins and her own is of a similar curiosity.   canyon red and nearly as perilous but her regard is softened by another exhale of her cigarette.   ❛   if it is a witch you seek,   then i am she.   ❜  

[junglefurytrash]

Thank you Tumblr for blessing me with this completely unhinged thread that made me laugh so hard my lungs hurt, and it's associated reblogs and posts/extra funnies.

Today's Starlight Shitposts; Greaseball being introduced to the absolute insanity that is Greek Mythology and everybody else in the group has random chunks of knowledge surrounding this topic except him and he becomes increasingly exasperated.

[sicklyworm]

My head is too full of sickness induced brain fog to say anything smart rn so...

Some interesting quotes from the forth book extras (English translation pages 216-217):

"At the beginning, it was purely to vent, and he wrote whatever and however he wanted. Though the stories were unbearably shitty, and even struggled to get monetized, he did manage to get good reviews from a niche crowd."

"The more he wrote, the more of a shut-in he became, and the more of a shut-in he became, the more he wrote. As a classic worthless otaku, the people with whom he had the best relationships and got along with most were all on the internet, oceans and seas apart. He basically didn’t have any friends like Mobei-Jun, and it would likely be very hard to find any again in the future.

Wait.

Mobei-Jun? A friend?

Since when had he started seeing Mobei-Jun as a “friend”?!"

Points of interest:

He started canonically started out as a emotional outlit for his struggles in life but then capitalism came knocking on historic and his creative outlet turned into what I would consider worse then a nine to five.

As he has no work-life balance whatsoever in ether life.

His life style became objectively less healthy as he became a shut in inorder to write enough PIDW to pay for his living expenses. It seems on some level he very much dislikes being a shut-in considering his worthless otaku comment but, yk, gotta do what you gotta do.

He, canonically, had close online friends. Wich is not only really endearing and relatable to a lot of readers but also amazing fanfiction material.

Discord AU on my dashboard due yesterday. Please and thank you.

Also his panicking about even thinking about MBJ as a.... Friend. Is silly and goofy and I love him.

So, conclusion,

I'm very sleepy

and very ill

and I very much need to put SQH I a blender with a bunch of rocks.

[spectralarrovv]

they make out sloppy style after this btw (i was there)

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

hello grick fandom, please accept this, my first drawing in about 8 years