#carry on /silly

[sars-wulf]

Okay so I’ve seen some people going around saying Sasha Waybright is a jock…

No?

No she is not 😭

Despite being the avatar of the quality of strength, Anne is the jock compared to Sasha.

They literally go to a mini preparatory school (well it’s a catholic school, but close enough! I think one can assume it IS a preparatory school actually since normally public schools aren’t necessarily named after a saint. Orrrr it used to be a parochial (religious) school, and kept the name after transitioning to a public school… we don’t know the history but for my purposes I’m assuming SJMS is a parochial school.)

Prep is defined as someone who is wealthy, upper-middle class, and can be found anywhere. But this is an American subculture and this is an America centric post…(Rahhh!!! /silly)

They can be shallow, ignorant or rude to people not from their socioeconomic background, and display this behavior to anyone not in their in-group. They are also usually white as well.

Guess which human does this in the show?

They often exhibit traits of insecurity, which Sasha does show, as she is insecure in her friendship with Anne and Marcy, and is jealous of Sprig when he presents himself as Anne’s best friend. She also gets angry and possessive upon learning Marcy and Anne are working together.

Preps are often on the cheerleading team or football team depending on gender, and guess what! Sasha is a cheerleader.

Sasha is prep also because she presents herself as not really connecting much with her friends beyond controlling them (preps don’t really interact with other groups beyond their in group). So you could also say Sasha is prep because she didn’t try to interact with anyone outside of her trusted group until amphibia too.

Also Sasha would totally wear those fucking prep outfits. You know the ones.

It’s not just a style of dress, imo, it’s your actions too. When we see Sasha assert her superiority over Maggie, we notice that she has a habit of doing so. To Anne, to Marcy, and to others she doesn’t know. “End. Of. Discussion.”

Preps assert their financial superiority over others, and chances are, Sasha’s parents DO have fuck you money. How else does she get away with stuff so often that she’s built up a rebellious habit?

Now about Anne… she’s the jock. Plays sports, has one brain cell most of the time (in an endearing way, not a demeaning way. She’s actually pretty intelligent, so give her some credit! (Girl chose a HARD SCIENCE WTF)), she didn’t really have much interest in intellectual pursuits in the show and zoned out when Marcy said anything more complex.

However, despite people assuming athletics and academics to be mutually exclusive, they don’t have to be… Anne is just an air head! A herbo, if you will.

Anne is the type to go “want smoothies after, dude?”

Sasha goes “Ew, you want me to do that?!” (Which happened in mother olm so….)

Marcy, the nerd (I’m not explaining this, it’s self explanatory), will info dump about her newest creatures and caverns campaign.

Anyways, that’s my two cents!

Sasha Waybright is NOT the jock, she is the prep of the trio, and I will die on this hill /silly.

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[waveoftheocean]

batswaddle 😌

[normal-about-the-dca]

Security Breach: Ruin

[saltedbiscuiit]

Apple Zai

[noodles-and-tea]

Woodworms…

[0rchidm4ntis]

Thinking of that time Silver ran away from home

[linoyes]

bonus worm time

[r0setyler]

tenrose is a continuation of ninerose, literally not metaphorically. that's the same man.

[loveyourhate]

🌙Tired💤

[benevolenterrancy]

@ladyprophet thank you!! (,,> ᴗ <,,)

I feel like SQH's quality of writing would be right up WWX's alley - kinda trashy, kinda hilarious, very horny! he would very happily follow along with all new chapter updates! on the other hand WWX's willingness to do completely insane things with no sense of self-preservation would probably be stressing SQH out a bit xD

[triona-tribblescore]

Husk went and bought some bike-safe clothes to cope with his adrenaline-junkie boyfriend uvu ✨

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[honehonn3honey]

A protection that becomes more creepy

Azul in my heart. You can see the original art here and read the monster list here @lustlovehart

[Alt under the cut]

My first concept, since my style could not simulate the texture of slime in its purest state

It is quite thick so water can not enter or wet. Only small puddles where you can accumulate

It is a monster and that, magic, but I can imagine that it can only reach a height by the pressure, it can come out expelled sometimes

[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.”

[causalityparadoxes]

I very much appreciate the return of RTD's slapstick and cartoon-y comedy. Its so silly but so good. I'm glad the episode took itself seriously when it needed to, but had that camp sci-fi energy to it too.

Honestly, The Star Beast as a story was a great pick to bring us back into an era headed by the guy who put shit like 'spinning christmas trees of death' and 'big fuck you wasp priest who makes buzzy sounds when he's mad' etc into the show.