#and feet that work

[melonpond]

my manager: "hey could you come in to work at 9 instead of 11 this day? it'll put you into overtime"

my brain: "more hours = more money. this is the perfect plan"

my joints: "please not again"

[egophiliac]

giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)

anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.

[ruushes]

a quick Him bc my math was off trying to figure out the timeline between games and it made me irl a little emotional to think about him turning 50

[yourbestbuddie]

Headcanon that cas does not understand human pet-names in the slightest. Sure he knows about ‘darling’, ‘honey’, ‘sugar’, but he doesn’t understand why those words are chosen specifically. One day, Dean and Cas are in the kitchen, Dean’s making dinner and Cas is watching him, and Dean’s like, “Hey Cas, can you pass me the rice?” And Cas, wanting to impress Dean with his knowledge of human interaction/emotion, responds with “of course, Milk.”

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[splickedylit]

@ USAmericans that are following me, if you (like me) get anxious you'll somehow have issues with a mail-in or drop-off ballot: I forgot that in a lot of places (here's a site to check!) early in-person voting is an option, so I figured maybe you did too!

Lines are MUCH shorter than election day,

which means it's quick and you have more time to look things up at the voting booth if necessary,

and you have a LOT more ability to find a time that works for you than if you just vote on Nov. 5th (which I would be have been almost completely unable to go out and vote on).

Early voting y'all it kicks ass. A quick google of "early voting (my city/county" immediately brought up the exact address, days and hours of where it was available. Will definitely patronize the fine folks at my local polling center again in four years assuming that. Things go well. And we still have a democracy in four years. OTL

[cubbihue]

What happens if a changeling meets the person they’re based on? Or…wait. How would someone even figure out they were a ‘replacement’ if the changeling themself…isn’t aware? I must study him.

Thankfully, it's impossible for a changeling to meet their counterpart. Children can never visit the human world once claimed by fairies. So otherwise, they remain unaware indefinitely!

...Although, I guess there will always be flaws in a touched creation. Even if it were created by magic. So maybe Timmy Turner does suspect something. Even if it's just in the form of an odd headache.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[hellenhighwater]

augh! The newest part of my hundred and fifty year old house is the den and sunroom, which were added on...sometime between the 60-80s, if I had to guess. And they are by far the poorest-constructed parts of the house. The sunroom had a leak last winter, which I initially attributed to an ice dam in the gutters (cue me on a ladder in an ice storm, chiseling ice out of the gutters with a pick and my bare hands while getting pelted with chunks of sleet) and that seemed to have done the job. But I've cleaned the gutters out plenty and for the last three rainstorms, there's been a leak in the sunroom every time, so I think it's a more serious issue.

On the other hand, I have a rube goldberg machine of houseplants feeding ceiling-drip water into each other before all dripping into the rainwater bucket, so that's certainly saving me some watering. The fiddle leaf feeds into the philodendron; the philodendron feeds into the rubber plant; the rubber plant feeds into the monstera; the monstera feeds into the parlor palm, and into the bucket on the floor.

[flwrstqr]

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

heeseung pouts, eyes locked on you as you scroll through your phone. “baby, don’t you think i deserve a kiss?” he asks, voice soft and teasing. you glance at him, raising a brow. “you just had one, hee.” “that was hours ago,” he exaggerates, leaning closer until his lips are almost brushing your cheek. “i’m practically starving here, angel.” you try to hold back a smile, but his persistence makes it difficult. “fine, one kiss,” you sigh, pretending to give in. he grins instantly, closing his eyes and puckering his lips, but just as he leans in, you dodge, kissing his cheek instead. he groans, grabbing your wrist gently. “that’s cheating!” he whines, pulling you back into him. “you know what i meant, pretty.” you laugh, finally giving in and pressing your lips to his, feeling him smile against you. “that’s better,” he murmurs, satisfied.

rest of the members below !!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

jay leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile as you pass by. “you’re not forgetting something, are you, love?” he asks, tilting his head just slightly. you pause, giving him a curious look. “forgetting what?” he taps his lips, eyes flickering to yours with that familiar playful glint. “you know… the usual before you leave,” he says, acting nonchalant but clearly fishing for a kiss. you smirk, playing along. “oh, you mean this?” you lean in, but just before your lips meet his, you pull back and kiss his forehead instead. jay chuckles, catching your hand before you can walk away. “really, sweetheart? you’re gonna do me like that?” he teases, pulling you closer. you laugh, but this time, you give in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “better?” you whisper. “much better,” he mumbles, still grinning.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

jake’s sitting on the couch, eyes flicking from his phone to you as you walk by. “baby,” he calls, voice soft but insistent. you hum in response, not looking up from your task. “you’re missing something,” he says, a little smirk tugging at his lips. you glance at him, confused. “what are you talking about?” jake pats the spot next to him. “come here and i’ll show you.” you roll your eyes but walk over, and the second you’re close enough, he tilts his head, pointing at his lips. “right here, princess.” you cross your arms, pretending to be unimpressed. “do you always need a kiss to survive or something?” he laughs, tugging you gently down beside him. “yeah, kinda. but only from you.” with a sigh, you lean in, about to kiss him, but pull back last second just to tease. jake groans. “you’re evil,” he mutters, before grabbing you and kissing you himself.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

sunghoon leans back dramatically on the couch, sighing loud enough for you to hear from the other side of the room. “ugh, my lips are sooo dry…” he says, glancing over at you with a sly smirk. you ignore him at first, pretending to be busy. “if only,” he says, voice louder now, “i had a sweet kiss to fix it…” you roll your eyes, unable to hide your smile. “seriously?” you call out, amused by his obvious attempt. “what?” he shrugs innocently, leaning back even more, hand over his forehead like he’s in distress. “it’s a real problem, baby. a kiss would definitely help.” you shake your head, walking over to him. “you’re so dramatic.” his grin widens as you get closer. “only for you, angel,” he says, and before you can pull away, he tugs you down, capturing your lips in a kiss. “see? problem solved.”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

he glances at you with that playful glint in his eyes, lips curled into a soft smile. "hey," he says, voice barely above a whisper, "you know... i've been thinking." his fingers lightly trace the back of your hand, sending shivers down your spine. "what's on your mind, babe?" you ask, heart racing. he chuckles, leaning in just a little, eyes flicking to your lips. "maybe... i could get a kiss from my favorite person?" he teases, his voice soft but filled with warmth. you blush, biting your lip, and he laughs, tilting his head slightly. "come on, cutie. don’t make me wait," he murmurs, leaning even closer, his breath mingling with yours. you can’t resist, closing the gap between you two as his lips meet yours, soft and sweet, like he’d been waiting forever for it.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

you and jungwon are sitting close. he’s been extra soft today, letting his knee stay against yours, his hand brushing yours every now and then. "you cold?" he asks again, placing his hoodie over your shoulders before you can even answer, the scent of him wrapping around you. you catch him looking at your lips when you talk, and when he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers linger, making your heart race. "you’re acting weird today," you say, teasing him, but he just grins softly, eyes sparkling. "am i?" he murmurs, leaning a little closer. your heart skips, realizing what he's been hinting at all along. "maybe you just want something," you say, eyes meeting his. he chuckles, lips brushing yours as he whispers, "maybe i do." and before you know it, he’s closing the distance, finally getting the kiss he’d been asking for all night.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

you’re sitting with riki, as he scrolls through his phone, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, close enough to brush your shoulder. he glances at you every now and then, a smirk playing on his lips. “you’re really quiet today,” you tease, nudging him with your elbow. he just shrugs, looking at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “no, just thinking,” he mumbles, eyes dropping to your lips for a second. before you can say anything else, he leans in, closing the distance between you two without a word, his lips meeting yours in a soft, quick kiss. it’s so sudden, so him—no asking, no warning. when he pulls back, he smirks, eyes locking with yours. “figured you’d get the hint,” he says, leaning back like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

[chiropteracupola]

you can turn anyone into little creechures :)

[indolentjellyfish]

Squid glass dip pens!

I didn't get much torch time this summer so instead of trying to churn out a bunch of the same old I decided to learn a new skill. I haven't perfected it yet but I'm getting there.

[cimicherrychanga]

just so you know i walked several miles wearin these shoes today. including past midnight through the city in my silly little outfit. if you even care

[gros-chat-fait]

Just six normal teens hanging out in the woods. --

100th post and final drawing of the year. Happy holidays and new year, everyone <3!

[lazylittledragon]

yet another flop from the 'we can always tell' crowd

[ninoacca]

don't vampire bites guarantee turning into a ghoul or vampire in hellsing? do true vampires sleep? so many questions I do NOT gaf about have some yuri babes!!!!!!!!

[kevindavidday]

i know it's been said a billion times before but neil from jean pov really did clear up the reason why andrew was so grumpy about being attracted to him 'cause neil's objectively annoyingly hot when he's being a cunt (which is all the time)