#cws mentioned are the following

[zalcolm]

reblog if you either eat at least one of the following:

toilet paper

drywall

pineapple on pizza

human skin

pussy

but no one is able to guess which

[demonictacobeard]

Lilith, surprised when Adam’s contact picture shows up on her phone: Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re supposed to be dead aren’t you? I felt the deal break months ago

Adam, who got sick of his and Lucifer’s UST last night and made a move: I mostly lived bitch, I just had to ask YOU PICKED THE BORING ASS BEACHES OF PURGATORY OVER SEX WITH THAT MAN FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[formulanni]

See you later in the kitchen with a knife!

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009 (please lmk if you would prefer to be taken off the tag list for non f1 art 🫡)

[steddieas-shegoes]

congrats on 3000!!! 🎉🍾🎊💖

For the sentence prompt: "I'm just gonna go freak out for a minute first."

Thank you!!!! ♥️

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Steve was holding his hand while the doctor checked his stitches. It wasn’t really that weird for him to be holding his hand, not since he woke up half-dead in the hospital.

It was a little weird that he was rubbing his thumb against the side of his thumb, though.

And probably a little weird that his other hand was resting on his head, a weight that was comforting and confusing all at once.

“Looks great, Eddie. I’d say by the next visit, we’ll be able to get them out and let these finish healing naturally,” the doctor smiled at him as he pulled his shirt back down.

Steve’s hand squeezed his, and he couldn’t help looking over at the sunshine in the seat next to him.

It had to be pretty obvious how he felt about Steve. He’s lucky none of the kids have caught on and started teasing him yet.

Robin has, but at least she knows to do it privately.

“I’ll have the front desk schedule you for two weeks out. You can grab an appointment card on the way out. Keep them all clean and don’t do any heavy lifting or physical activity quite yet,” the doctor reminded as she pulled off her gloves and threw them in the trash. “You boys have a nice day.”

As she left the room, Steve helped Eddie sit up slowly. He didn’t really need the help anymore, but he’d be an idiot to admit it with how much Steve touched him.

“Two more weeks, Eds! That’s better than what they thought last time,” Steve was so excited for him. His smile was lighting up the room and he looked five seconds away from bouncing on his feet.

“Yeah, it’s great.”

“Aren’t you excited?” Steve’s smile dropped at Eddie’s tone.

“Yeah! Yeah, it’ll be great to have less limits. Might be able to get the guys together for a jam session,” Eddie gave a small smile.

“But…?”

Eddie sighed. “But then you won’t be around anymore, right? Like, other than when we all hang out on movie nights. You only stuck around because no one else could really help me every day. Everyone had work or families that wouldn’t let them out of their sight.”

Steve looked heartbroken, and Eddie couldn’t figure out why.

“Eddie, I’m not gonna leave you just because you don’t technically need me anymore,” Steve shook his head. “We’re- we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course! I mean, I thought so. But I know it could just be that you feel bad and I wouldn’t expect you to stick around because of that.”

Steve grabbed his other hand, his grip tightening on Eddie’s skin almost painfully.

“I wanna stick around for a lot of reasons, Eds.”

Eddie was caught in his gaze, his wide, pleading eyes almost too much.

“Like what?”

“Like because you’re fun to be around. You’re funny and talented and smart. You taught me about Hobbits! Love those guys,” Steve stepped closer. “You’re brave and you care about all of us. You-“ Steve swallowed. “You see me. The real me.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s heart was racing as he looked between Steve’s eyes, down to his lips where his tongue had poked out momentarily to wet them.

“You’ve seen me when my parents have come home and made me feel like shit and you just distracted me with singing whatever pop songs are on the radio and helping me cook dinner. You’ve been there when I had a two day long migraine and couldn’t even stand up to go to the bathroom. You made grocery shopping fun! I fucking hate grocery shopping, but you just keep being silly and making me laugh and I had fun.” Steve leaned in so his forehead was touching Eddie’s. “You laugh at my jokes, even when they aren’t that funny. You listen to me when no one else pays attention. You see who I am and you let me be who I am and I don’t feel scared that you’ll run.”

“I’m not running.”

“I know. I love that you aren’t, that you won’t.” Steve closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were watery. “I love you.”

Eddie was certain he was dead. Maybe the last month had all been some coma-induced dream and they finally pulled the plug. Maybe he actually died in the Upside Down and the last month was his final goodbye to everyone in his own head.

He stood up slowly, trying not to push Steve away, but having to guide him away from the table he’d been laying on.

“Where are you going? You’re not leaving, right?”

“Nope. I’m just gonna go freak out for a minute first.”

“Um.”

Eddie smiled, leaned in to kiss Steve’s cheek, and pulled away.

“Give me a minute. This is either the most realistic dream I’ve ever had or the best day of my life.”

Steve snorted, but let him walk to the door and stand outside of it for a moment.

When Eddie came back in, his cheeks were red, but he looked determined.

He pulled Steve into him by his hips, crushed their lips together, and smiled so hard their teeth clacked against each other. It was a little messy for a first kiss, but they could get better.

“You love me? Really?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Steve laughed as they pulled apart.

“I thought I was obvious!”

“Not really. I was convinced I was imaging things! Robin had to explain to me what the hanky code was before I even believed you liked guys!”

They both laughed so hard they cried, forgetting entirely that they were still in the doctor’s examination room.

Someone knocked on the door and they broke apart quickly, trying to stop the laughter for a moment to deal with whoever was at the door.

A nurse poked her head in. “Sorry, don’t wanna rush you, but just wanted to make sure everything was okay? Did you need to see the doctor again?”

“No, no. Sorry. We’re heading out. He just needed a minute,” Steve said quickly, smiling back at her.

She nodded and left, leaving the door open as a silent reminder that they needed to disinfect the room for the next patient.

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to say it just-“

“I’m not. I’m saying it because I love you. I see you, remember? There’s a lot there to love.”

Steve turned a bright red, and Eddie decided then he would do just about anything to see that shade on Steve’s cheeks and neck as often as possible.

“Let’s go home,” Steve finally said when he recovered. “Wanna kiss you more.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

[iliothermia]

dont mean this in any disrespectful way when you posted that i did go through your account and saw you had posted about gaza back in oct 13, i think in the current climate where so many zionist weaponize anti-semitism to silence people trying to stop the genocide i was also worried when you posted that and had seen no posts about palestine on your twt i did go down farther and saw that that was not the case and its just not easily apparent i do feel like you are aware of this though and it feels a little exploitative to post that knowing people would be sensitive to the language you used and your lack of public sentiment around palestine and unfollow you thinking you were a zionist i dont think your a zionist but your immediate outrage at people unfollowing you for that post is ignoring the context in which your posting in. please remember people are dying before our eyes everyday from people who use the language of anti-semitism to fuel that death i implore that you act with compassion towards people and not bad intentions

(for reference to others, this is about this post I then shared on my twitter as well.) Me commenting about people unfollowing me for sharing support for my community is not outrage, it's an observation on how I can't support fellow Jews without it being connected to Zionism. I said a very positive message to support others who have been dealing with things IN DIASPORA like I have and get messages like yours and this.

It is not exploitative for me to express love for MY COMMUNITY (NOT ISRAEL) after experiencing multiple actually antisemitic incidents IRL recently and saying the words I needed to hear for others. I need to hear that people care. My synagogue got bomb threats and I've been called a kike and harassed in real life multiple times. I didn't even post about most of the stuff I've dealt with to be sensitive to others and the online environment lately. Yet here I am being called exploitative and that I should be more sensitive to others for supporting my community. I have never once called anyone on here or anywhere else an antisemite or weaponized antisemitism so please don't project on me.

[enemywasp]

The most horrifying part of getting hate comments isn't the fact i get them, it's the fact a 14 year old said it:

Kids are cruel. And I'm so concerned they think it's okay to say stuff like this.

[nukacourier]

Already made one for NV, so I feel like making polls for the other games would be right (also sorry there's no neutral option since I ran out of room)

[darkcotl]

When the Lamb marries, they have their bride/groom/secret third thing kneel before them at the altar to represent their faithfulness.

When they marry the Bishops, they place a wooden block in front of where they are meant to kneel— the dried sheep’s blood and deep axe marks make it very clear the point that they are trying to make.

Really, it’s a bit heavy handed, but oh, if it’s not effective…

except for Narinder. He doesn’t quite understand why this point is being made at him.

[cconfusedkat]

After five months of planning out how I'd make Goat's toww looked like ,,, unable to decide if i wanted to make it either narinder or shamura ,,, i settled down with using shamura but w a lil twist (being referred to as the one who wilts) :-D seeing as theyre the god of war & wisdom , it sorta gave me the two conflicting ideas for them;; two crowns for two vessels, and instead of being chained by the bishops they actually killed them and were sentenced to above (or purgatory) for their crimes!! Especially against *the* bishops of death, famine, pestillence, and chaos ,,

I like to believe their mechanic works a bit like this; they have a chain directly in their head, which leads up all the way to the catacombs far more above than purgatory, being able to walk and sit down anywhere- just with the "why does my head ache so much" because they physically are unable to pull that sword out! (And if they did, then that would kill them ,, especially now considering theyve given power to both goat & ram they are weaker than before)

Speaking of goat & ram— ram was three years old when she died, goat was nineteen and still holding onto baby ram ,, he had to go through trial and error cuz Areem (another bishop of war! Except hes more of a "time and precision" bishop) didn't even want both of them as vessels 😭

Yeah,,,, yeah theyre Kind Of Rude to both of them

Feeling a little guilty about their attitude towards the two,, they give them both a chance to train to be their vessels (as shamura themself wasnt really all that desperate to have any vessel of theirs to begin with ,,, hence the unneccesary training that the two didnt know was unneeded ,, shamura just needed a friend to talk to without Directly saying it)

After three years of constant sparring and researching of wisdom across the faith, shamura gives them both two different options;; to either spar for either crown or take a test. Obviously ram didnt want to take a test, but goat did- he was worried about ram getting a crown of war at six years old compared to him (who was now 22) ,,, shamura makes them both spar and in the end , Ram is the one holding a spear to Goats throat, and Goat lost the sparring because he was distracted with his emotions & logistics ,,, Shamura gladly gave ram the crown of war and then rolled their eyes when giving goat the crown of wisdom FJSJFJSKFNS

Though they're more dismissive towards goat

maybe a bit too dismissive! Anywhom,

For them to be indoctrinated theyd actually would have to like. Get that chain out their head—killing them—then dropping their purple robes , making it easier for goat and ram to resurrect them + giving them no choice to get indoctrinated into their cult

Theyre basically the reason why goat's au is called "regretful war & regretful wisdom" :-] as much as they didnt want any vessels to begin with , there was a major weight of stress off their shoulders ,,, as well as being indoctrinated into the cult ,, with goat leaving to lambs world it sorta just leaves ram & Shamura left (ram hates shamura now . Their one sided parent daughter relationship is So Sad)

[royaltea000]

I bet he gets the worst pregnancy cravings known to man

[katmaibearfan]

a personal update

i've been having some Mystery Health Issues for the last month or so, and one of the main symptoms i have been getting is extreme fatigue. in addition, there's some other life stuff happening which, with the fatigue i have been having, has been pushing me very close to (and sometimes over) my limits.

i have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to hopefully start getting some answers about what's going on, but that will almost certainly take me out for the whole day, between travel and bloodwork and such. in addition, my father-in-law and his girlfriend are visiting this weekend, which will take up a lot of my time and energy as well.

this is mostly just my exhausted-and-rambley way of saying that i wish i was posting more than i can right now. while i was hoping to use the month of august to get those ID and Lore posts out (since many of the bears go on walkabouts this time of year, action slows down on the cams), i think its very likely that these life events and health issues will be taking the majority of my time for the foreseeable future.

to be clear, i will still be posting here when i can! its just that i will probably not be able to as frequently as i would like for a while. hopefully these health problems are easily diagnosable and easily treated, and i can get back to spamming y'all's dashboards with brown bears sooner rather than later.

[5ome-7ype-0f-5hapeshifter]

id dont fucking knwo what i was thinking whern i was making this

warning. this shit Loud.

original audio is here, BUT i downloaded the audio from here. so. yuh.

please reblog to put nickel inanimate insanity screeching like a damn seagull over balloon's existence on someone's timeline.

[daily-selfship-questions]

Going to a candy store with your F/O(s)! How would it go? You both get little baggies to fill, and there's containers with tongs or scoops in them with all sorts of candy that the eye can see!

what sorts of candies do yall get? Sweet? Sour? Chocolate? Gummies? Hard candy? Licorice?

Does someone end up going to grab a second or maybe even third baggy? Does either of yall get over zealous and have to be maintained? Do you guys maybe end up trading or sharing some candies? Maybe purposely getting the same kind?

Perhaps your F/O ends up pointing at a particular one, commenting on how nice it looks, "Oooo, [S/I], this one looks good," and as they're filling their bag with a few pieces they offer if you'd like to try one as well.

[sanguinewolves]

hello everyone! normally we’d wait longer in between server ads, but there have been some pretty major staffing changes lately. so:

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are you 14-19?

are you looking for a discord server?

then i’ve got the perfect place for you >:]

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it’s owned by @lesgay-loser and me, and our other lovely staff members are @cringefail-loser @starrysidereus and @incohorace !!

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-an active mod team

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-tons of useful bots, including pk for systems and a couple game bots!

-channels centered around queer identity

-channels for sharing art, writing, etc

-and more !! look if i listed all the server’s perks we’d be here all day ok. it’s a pretty neat little place

aaand here’s the link !! ik this ad is simpler than usual but like it hasn’t been that long since the last one so. yk

you can also check out our two sibling servers, the haven (13-19) and mlm hideout (14-19).

[allogrim]

I need there to have been at least one time during the Loumand failmarriage where they decided to go to a kink club together. Preferably in the 70s or 80's, maybe directly after San Fransisco when they were working on patching up their marriage and were looking to ~spice things up in the bedroom~ or whatever.

I just need to imagine that somewhere out there in the world of AMC's Interview with the Vampire, there's an aging, semi-retired sex club owner reminiscing with her employees about these two incredibly hot married dudes who hung around for a few weeks in the 70's and their insane relationship dynamic. No negotiation, no safe-words, an apparently 24/7 master/slave dynamic that they casually reveal has roots in both of their real life experiences. No they will not elaborate. No, it's fine, go back to demonstrating how to use a flogger safely-- this is fascinating, isn't it fascinating, Louis? Louis, are you paying attention?

She sends them home after a week with a pamphlet about consent and a life-time ban from the club for being Too Insane. They still have the pamphlet but have 100% failed to implement any of the advice in it.

[lilac-hecox]

hi i would love an ianthony fic where one of them is sick and the other is caring for them?? Couldn't stop thinking about this since Anthony said he would "nurse ian back to health" back when they got covid lol

Congrats on 500 followers btw!!!

Ian/Anthony - Ianthony - Sick

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“You suck. You did this to me,” Ian complains.

“I’m sorry,” Anthony says, pressing the back of his hand to Ian’s sweaty forehead, “I think you have a fever.”

“I have covid because a certain someone gave it to me.”

Anthony withdraws his hand and looks down at Ian. The two of them are sharing a bed, Ian under the covers and Anthony on top, a blanket wound over his shoulders. The both of them are sick as dogs, and to be fair, Ian isn’t wrong. It is Anthony’s fault.

He ignores Ian’s bitching and picks up his phone, checking the alarm he has set.

“We can’t have medicine again for an hour still.”

Ian groans and flips on his side so he’s facing away from Anthony. He coughs, the sound of a bark in his throat, and Anthony curls up against Ian, pressing his front to Ian’s back.

“You’re lucky I’m cold right now,” Ian mumbles.

Anthony squeezes gently around Ian’s middle.

“I’ll keep you warm. You want soup or something?”

“You’re going to make soup?”

“I was thinking I’d get it delivered,” Anthony says, setting his chin over Ian’s shoulder, “I don’t want to make you even sicker with my cooking.”

Ian laughs, the sound rumbling through Ian’s body and into Anthony’s.

“I’m sorry for traveling to Prague and getting covid and then giving it to you,” Anthony says.

Ian turns in Anthony’s hold, so they are face to face.

“It could be worse. At least we’re suffering together. This would suck so much more if I was trapped in my house alone and sick as fuck.”

Anthony runs a hand through Ian’s hair, brushing it away from his damp forehead.

“When we’re better I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” Ian asks with a smile, “How?”

“Um…all the blowjobs you can handle?”

Ian laughs and then coughs into his elbow to keep from coughing all over Anthony’s face.

Anthony rubs Ian’s back. He also doesn’t feel well but if he focuses his energy on caring for Ian, it’s easier to forget his own illness wreaking havoc on his body.

“How about this? I’ll order dinner to be delivered. We can lay here and rest until it gets here and then take our meds and eat a little something?”

Ian nods, his eyes already slipping closed.

“Sound perfect to be honest.”

Anthony fishes out his phone and begins setting up an order for their usual favorites and he leans in and presses a sweet kiss to Ian’s cheek.