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[armyofpsychictrashcans]

YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT. But I also can't help but laugh so hard at everybody serving looks, and I mean looking INCREDIBLE, perfectly aligned with what their characters stand for and represent and just looking beautiful at the same time and Brennan just showing up in a sweater.

Like he's so token straight friend coded I can't.

can we Please talk about the MAKEUP LOOKS THIS SEASON

i mean it's great every season, but oh my god

jasper's lighting in the first few episodes going into his hair!!

and rashawn's makeup with the moss and flowers and colors

plus her outfits have been FANTASTIC

erika's little nose markings and THEIR HAIR with the grey streaks and curls and izzy's little flowers in her hair

AND NOW THIS FUCKING EPISODE!!

erika's blood-like makeup, jasper's lighting with green and looking badass af, rashawn's leaf crown thing and eye shadow, and siobhan going full 9 yr old child with the dirt smear and leavesssss

and last but obviously not last are aabria's absolutley fucking amazing outfits!! there was another screenshot of the rings she had in her hair for the first ep but i ran out of pictures lol

THANK YOU AND AMAZING JOB TO DENISE R VALENTINE, EVELYNN CASTANEDA, TEQUANNA COLVIN FOR MAKEUP AND FRANCESCA ROVELLI FOR HAIR IT HAS BEEN SO FANTASTIC ALREADY AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE WHATS STILL COMING!!

[loveletterlore]

masking the truth ♡ e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: reader is not having a good time at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie seems to be having a great time, unbeknownst to each other that they'd much rather be together.

warnings: angst, eddie and reader are dummies who don't realise they are both pining, fluffy angst kind of idk

word count: 2.1k

authors note: omg first fic on this account I'm so scared ahaha. recent life things have led me back into the arms of Eddie and you know what, fuck it

Steve’s Halloween parties were legendary for a number of reasons: awesome costumes, lots of booze and usually some decent drama. Little did you know, this year the drama would be you.

You had turned up to the party late, still reeling from an argument with your sibling over who would be which Disney princess, which had blown wildly out of proportion when they had started getting too personal with the digs. Anxiety had settled over you in the car ride over, your knee bouncing and fingers picking at the fabric of your outfit. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, you flung the door open and jumped out, beelining for the house in search of alcohol and him.

The front door was propped open with a beer keg, the jocks crowding around and chanting random noises, not even sounding like words. You headed for the kitchen, looking for any sort of bottle that you could grab and chug. You found a bottle of vodka, still half-full, flicked off the cap and took a large swig, drops gliding down your chin from impatience. Wiping your face, your eyes searched the crowd for a recognisable face.

You spotted the hair before you saw the face. The host himself, Steve Harrington, was dancing with a group of girls in the center of the living room, hands in the air and a wide grin on his face. His eyes drifted around the room before meeting yours, waving his hands and gesturing for you to come over. You waved back before indicating to the other room, opting to find some more of your friends rather than break those girls’ hearts by stealing their King.

Another gulp of vodka down, you threw yourself on the sofa next to Robin, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Hey loser,” Robin smirked, eyeing up your costume. “Wouldn’t you be more at home in a castle?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, bottom lip poking out. 

Robin took the bottle from your hand, taking a shot and giving it back with a grimace. 

“Why are you being grumpy?” Robin pouted down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Who hurt our little princess?”

“The nasty, evil witch known as my sibling,” you rolled your eyes, taking another drink. “Anyway, what are you meant to be?”

Robin’s outfit consisted of a red bodywarmer, denim jacket and sunglasses.

“Dude you’re joking right?” her eyebrows knitted together, genuine concern painted across her face. “I’m Marty McFly… Back to the Future… ‘Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.’ How are we friends?”

“Because you love me,” you smiled up at Robin, the vodka finally in your system and blurring the edges. “And you don’t want to spend all of your time with Steve.”

Robin shuddered at the thought, “That is true. Where is he anyway?”

“Grinding on some girls in the other room. Who else is here?”

“The usual. Cheerleaders, jocks, ladies,” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at the last mention before nudging your shoulder. “I saw Eddie around here somewhere.”

Eddie Munson.

Known to some as “the freak” and to others as “the dungeon master”.

Known to you simply as Eddie.

You had been close with Eddie for a couple of months, after Dustin had brought Eddie and Steve together, uniting the friendship groups. His curly locks, ringed fingers, dimpled cheeks had you enamored from the first meeting, leaving you fighting a blush whenever you were in his company. 

Despite trying to remain cool at Robin’s words, your eyes scoured the room, looking for the curly mop of hair that would give away Eddie’s location. The previous feelings of anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the insecurities that had been thrown around returning to your thoughts. 

“He’s here?” you tried to keep your voice level, failing desperately to cover the shaking of your body. You tugged at your outfit, suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin, it was too short, too revealing, too showy. 

Robin’s eyes studied your face, noticing the sudden change. “Hey, what’s happening?”

“No, I’m okay, I’m fi-” your voice stopped as you found him. With another girl's arms around him. 

Of course. Of course he would. Why wouldn’t he? His recent alliance with Steve had raised his social standing, with girls now noticing him and wanting to “fix” him. It would make sense for him to take advantage of it. Your heart started racing in your chest. Of course it wouldn’t be you. Why would it be you? He had his pick of girls now, what made you seriously think that he would settle for you?

Robin’s eyes followed your steady gaze, landing on the sight you were fixated on.

“Dude, I don’t think-” Robin started, reaching the arm not around you to your other shoulder, trying to redirect your attention.

“I’m just gonna go, I shouldn’t even have bothered, this has been an awful night,” your voice wavered as you pushed Robin’s hands away. 

You stood on wobbly knees, hands shaking as you tried to pull your outfit over as much of your body as you could cover. Robin called out to you as you left but your feet stumbled along the carpet, aiming for the front door. As you passed through the living room, Steve’s eyes followed your figure, questioning why you were moving so fast and leaving so soon. You wrapped your arms around your waist, your limbs feeling heavy as your eyes welled up. 

Of course he wouldn’t want you. 

Why did you ever think it would be you? 

Just look at you. 

It would never be you.

You didn’t notice when it started raining, drops of water melting together with the tears that were streaming down your face. You were the epitome of a teenage disaster; walking the blocks home in a stupid skimpy outfit, hating yourself and sucker-punching your brain with self-deprecation every step of the way.

A cacophony of groans and whines erupted as Steve dragged himself away from the girls he had been dancing with, watching your figure racing out of the house. He heard his name coming from the other room, turning to meet Robin’s worried gaze.

“What’s up with that?” Steve pushed his sunglasses onto his head, nodding towards the door that you had just left. 

“I think we have a slight problem. You know how those two idiots don’t realise the thing?” Robin raised her eyebrows. “Thing go KABOOM.” 

Robin imitated an explosion with her hands, causing Steve to roll his eyes.

“God damn, do I have to do everything around here?” Steve started towards Eddie.

Eddie had removed his mask, looking flustered and trying to separate himself from the incredibly drunk girl who was draping herself over him. 

“Ma’am, please just-” Eddie was cut off as he was yanked away by the arm, turning to see Steve and Robin standing with hands on their hips.

“Okay dummy,” Robin started. “You fucked up.”

“How- what?” 

Steve tapped his foot impatiently, “The whole unrequited love thing? You need to go and fix it.”

Robin explained the situation to Eddie, whose face drained as he heard how you had left. His heart skipped a beat as Robin told him how you had been pining over him as much as he had you. 

“Shit. I gotta go.”

Your sobs were muffled by the blanket you had wrapped yourself in, cocooning yourself in an attempt to drown out the outside world. You had your Walkman turned up to maximum volume, the headphones digging into the side of your head as your body shook with each cry. Nothing could stop your mind from racing, thoughts running at light speed.

You’re not good enough. Who would want you? Of course Eddie Munson would never want you.

Remnants of your outfit were strewn over the floor, an oversized shirt and pyjama trousers instead covering your body. Your hair was still dripping from the rain, but you simply didn’t have the energy or the desire to deal with it. You were listening to a cassette that Eddie had given you, a mix of both of your music tastes, although the gift had come with a warning: 

“Sweetheart, if you tell anyone that I made a cassette with ABBA on it, I’ll kill you before you get a chance to run,” Eddie’s dimples blinded you as he grinned down at you, handing over the cassette. 

Another wave of pain washed over you at the memory, feeling stupid as you recalled all of the times you had read the signs wrong. As the track changed, you heaved in a breath and turned onto your other side. The brief moment of silence was interrupted by a small noise.

*tap*

*tap*

*taptaptaptaptaptap*

“What the-”, you took your headphones off, pulling the blanket down from over your head. Following the tap noise, you tiptoed over to your window, wiping your face to get rid of the tears that had started to dry, leaving a sticky residue. 

You jumped as another tap echoed, a small pebble bouncing off of your window. Looking down, you instantly recognise the mop of curls, despite his face being covered by the stupid halloween mask he had previously been donning. A groan vibrates through your body as you realise what you’re wearing, those thoughts still pounding in your head. 

Sliding your window up, you lean your head out, “Eddie?”

“Finally!” you can hear the toothy grin hidden beneath the mask. “I’m comin’ up.”

“No, Eddie-” you start to protest but Eddie had already clambered up the garage, nearing your window. Muttering under your breath, you hoped your parents were telling the truth when they said they’d be out late.

“Shit,” you panic, realising the state of your room - Eddie would definitely know something was up if he saw the depression pit you had concocted. Hurrying, you kicked your strewn clothes under the bed and reorganise the blankets on the bed. Running a quick hand across your face to get rid of any stray tears, you turned to the window, Eddie’s lanky figure climbing through.

With that stupid devil mask still on.

“Why are you here? Why aren’t you still at Steve’s?” you crossed your arms across your body, lightly kicking the carpet with your foot and avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly as he took the mask off, tucking it in his back pocket. “What happened?”

Eddie reached for you and you took a step back, a pang of pain bursting through your body at the look on his face. You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking back and forward between Eddie and the floor.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

“Robin told me,” Eddie interrupted you, studying your face. “Everything. I mean, I think everything.”

Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. Moving slowly, Eddie took a step towards you, his hands reaching to rest on your arms. 

“So tell me angel, what happened?” Eddie ducked his head, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Eddie,” you breathed, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to-”

“Angel,” his voice was stern now, deep with need. 

Taking a deep breath, you shifted in your stance. “I wasn’t feeling great and I just wanted to see you, but you were dancing with another girl and I mean obviously you can do that, I can’t tell you what to do or not to do.” 

Words raced out of you faster than you could think, your body beginning to wrack with nerves as you realised what you were confessing to.

“And I just don’t know what to do Eddie because I wanted it to be me you were dancing with. I wanted it to be me you wanted to dance with.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you met his gaze, terrified of what you might find written in his eyes. 

Eddie took a moment, before stepping closer to you, one hand lifting from your arm to caress your cheek as he started laughing. Your heart sunk at the noise.

See? He’s laughing at you. What an idiot to think this would be some romantic moment. He can’t even handle the thought of it without laughing.

Eddie noticed how your face dropped and immediately stopped, tucking his finger under your chin to drag your eyes to his.

“Sweetheart, I think we’re both idiots,” he grinned down at you, dimples shining in the darkness of the room.

Your chin trembled as you looked up at him, brain spinning from the whiplash of the situation.

Eddie blinked once, twice, then leaned down to meet your lips with his.

And for the first time that night, your brain was quiet.

a/n: was that stupid? that was probably stupid.

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[hoping-for-novelty]

"we've learned to let each other say yes" in a conversation about sex, while referencing the time she taught her how to masturbate, and wearing a bodywarmer that looks like the lesbian flag

I didn't believe the Dorothy/Joyce shippers before this page but holy fuck

In hindsight the laundry thing was a pretty obvious clue

[sketchonista]

Solid Homme FW23 shot at Paris Fashionweek

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[bestsiblingstournament]

Seto & Mokuba VS Ianthe & Coronabeth

Part B, Round 1, Match-Up 7

(Image description: two anime-style characters. The one on the left and to the front is wearing a striped blue long-sleeve shirt, a yellow bodywarmer, and two necklaces. They have long, black hair, and have their hands on their hips. They're also a great deal shorter and possibly younger than the other character. The other character, on the right and to the back, is wearing a long, white jacket. A black shirt and pants with a green belt, and a device on one of his arms for holding cards. His hair is brown and covers his eyes, but not his nose or ears. He's also wearing one necklace. End description)

(Image description: A book cover portraying A female-presenting character in front of sand dunes and a planet with a moon. To the left is a dog, to the right is a skeleton. Various skulls and bones are scattered across the ground. At the bottom is the text ""You will love Nona, and Nona loves you"- Alix E. Harrow". Just above it, highly stylized, is the title "Nona the Ninth" in all caps. At the top, in a different font, is the author's name; Tamsyn Muir. Just underneath that is "new york times bestselling author". End description)

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[stopthefeeling]

I can't believe it's been 5 years. I want to throw up. 5 years without my favourite character of all time. 5 years without my smug, cocky manslaughtery bisexual king. 5 years without the awful tintin haircuts, the bodywarmers, the elbow patches. 5 years without scheming, bitching, terrorising old people. 5 years without lying, without loving, without being the soppiest git ever. 5 years without Ryan Traitor Hawley, and thee Robert Jacob Sugden. I miss you every day, my love.

[ver0sha]

@nightmarefuele asked: “You bit me.”

"Your hand was going for my throat," Osha retaliated, huffing and puffing as she glared at him from her place on the ground. Her body ached. She hadn't properly trained or sparred in years. Osha was more than a little rusty. Powerful but sloppy.

The lightsaber still felt unfamiliar in her grasp despite its aesthetic-familiar. [Sol's lightsaber... no, her lightsaber. Hers.] Her fingers flexed around the metal, sweatslick skin against bodywarmed metal. She let go of it as she pushed up to sit on her knees. "I didn't bite deep." she claimed despite her wide eyes searching to see if she was wrong.

[illbisexual]

retrytrio - arguments

"life or death situation, Matt," Jess claps her hands together from where she stands in front of Matt, who is sitting on the sofa. Emily stands beside her, her hands on her hips as she looks at Matt. "Who do you like more? Me, your dazzling, beautiful, amazing girlfriend- or Emily, your less dazzling girlfriend?"

Those words cause Emily to smack Jessica's side, the blonde huffing as she reaches to hold said side Emily had punched.

"We all know I'm the better option," Emily smiles as she fixes her turtleneck. "Come on Matt, don't be scared to admit it."

"Seriously, girls, this isnt-" Matt starts to try and stutter out, but he's cut off as Emily huffs and rolls her eyes. "Come on, everybody knows im your favorite." Jessica glares at her, as she reaches a hand over and tugs on a strand of Emily's hair. The latter squeals, reaching one of her own hands over to tug on Jessica's french braid which the blonde had laid over her shoulder. Meanwhile, matt just shifts the way he's sitting awkwardly on the sofa, looking between his two girlfriends. "Emily, Jessica, lets just-"

"Oh, matt, you promised to take us shopping when it hit 2," Jessica says as she looks down at her phones reen. Emily looks at the screen too, before she looks at Matt. He looks back, before his eyes flick over to Jessica as she starts walking to the front door, picking her blue bodywarmer up from the peg it's hanging on by the entrance. Emily follows along, almost like a cat trailing behind its owner as they walk around the home, picking her car keys up as she goes. She snakes her arm around Jessica's waist as the blonde opens the front door. The two girls pause as they look back at Matt.

"Get moving then, Matt!" Jessica encourages as she walks away from Emily, heading out into the driveway. Emily smiles at Matt, before following outside after Jessica, leaving the front door open.

Matt starts to get up from the sofa, running a hand over his face. Phew- atleast that was over. However, now he was gonna have to carry the shopping bags from the mall.