#fruity four text posts

[kurtkankle]

it’s time for… more fruity four text posts!

[therian-database]

Hayyyy pookie!

It's ur Paul dano lover!!

This isn't very database related but more so an opinion!

I wanna make a subtle therian candle set! I just need 2 more animals (even though it's bad to be "generic" I do need 2 more animals and want them sorta generic for a therian!)

My two first ideas for this four candles candle set is:

Like a wolf: woodsy, line, tree

Like a fox: light bakery scent, maybe cinnamon-y?

(Logo will have a consistent wood bg with text saying: "LIKE A" at the top and then at the bottom the scent "fox" or "wolf" with the animal of that scent!)

I am gonna list scents I have so you can brainstorm bc ik ur good at it!

Nature sents (wood/forest and rainbow)

Fruit scents (guava, pear, apple strawberry, cucumber, etc)

Bakery scents (coming in today Aug 16th! Will dm u)

Beach/coast scents (also coming in today and will dm u!)

Srry this is so long! Luv uuuu!!

Hi pookie!!!!!

All I can think is wtf does a rainbow smell like???

Anyways here's some ideas:

Like a sloth: tropical, fruity scents, with some woodsy ones mixed in? (Guava, strawberry, cucumber, wood/forest)

Like a cat: probably bakery vibes, some woodsy scents, def feeling like a honey scent would go well! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Like a shark: beach vibes!! Salty, fresh scents that make you feel like ur underwater! Maybe some cucumber in there?

Like a dragon: campfire scents, anything that feels spicy, like nutmeg or cinnamon scented candles, and wood/forest :3

Like a bear: woodsy scents, maybe a salty beachy scent, some bakery scents!

Anyways love you pookie!!!!

P.S.

You need a new personality. Ik Paul dano is hot but please post smth else (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

[blood-and-wine-ao3]

The chapter 1 link!

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/48321235/chapters/121869772

(I'm posting the old chapters as well, so they can also be accessed here :])

Chapter text below the cut!

Tommy got home from work, slipping out of his battered trainers and closing the door behind him.

"Toms! Missed you!" A small, familiar voice came from inside the living room.

"Ayyy! Big Clem!" Tommy grinned, making his way to its source.

The living room was a simple affair. A brown leather sofa faced a large-ish TV on the wall, and a big armchair rested comfortably next to a table that held a moth vivarium. A dining table with four chairs sat behind the sofa. On the mantelpiece was all manner of trinkets, photos, and gadgets. The kitchen linked to the living room, and the fridge was covered in drawings and tab sheets and tattoo designs and whatever the hell else.

Tommy walked to the armchair, flumping down into it. "How are you, the biggest of big moths?"

"Fine, thank you! How was work, big guy?" Clementine replied.

"It was alright," Tommy shrugged. "D'you wanna fly around for a bit while I grab you something to eat?"

"That would be lovely, thank you!" she said.

Tommy loosened the lid of the vivarium, taking it off and letting Clementine take to the air. She was a beautiful mottled red-brown moth, about 6 inches in her wingspan, with fluffy orange antennae and beady black eyes. Tommy stood up, Clementine stretching her wings and flying about his head, and walked to the fridge.

"Right, we've got an apple, some cucumber, and some lettuce from the caesar salad Wil made-"

"You know I hate lettuce, Tommy!" Clementine had no human facial expressions, but you could hear the pout in her voice.

"I know you do, Clem. Apple and cucumber it is." Tommy smiled in reply. 

Tommy grabbed a knife from the drawer and the apple, sitting back down in the armchair and skinning it. A thick spiral of apple skin developed, and Tommy breathed in the fruity sweet scent of the juice.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Toms?" Clementine asked.

"Oh- yeah," Tommy put the apple down, breaking off the spiral of skin and placing it waxy side down on the table as he fished a lighter out of his pocket. He struck it, the orange flame staying lit when he took his thumb off of the flint and raised it to the air.

Without a second thought, Clementine dove into the flame, setting alight as she fluttered around in the fire.

"Alright, I'm done," she said, flying out of the flame still alight as Tommy lowered the lighter again and flipped it shut, extinguishing the flame while Clementine sat on a charred spot on the table as she went out.

"Alright, I'm all sanitised," she grinned. "Flames Above, you always look so scared when I do that. I can't get hurt by it, but I can't touch water. I'm just getting clean, Tom."

"I know, I have had you for 10 years now." Tommy laughed. "It just freaks me out, because I very much do get hurt by fire."

"Imagine," she giggled. "Hurt by fire like a dweeb."

"I'm not a dweeb, I'm a Big Man, I will have you know-"

"Tommy, I met you when you were nine, I'm well within my right to call you a dweeb."

"Agree to disagree." Tommy grinned, taking a chunk off of the apple and placing it on the table next to Clementine, who descended on the fruit with fervour.

"Flames I love apples." she hummed.

"I am aware, Clem." Tommy chuckled, grabbing the spiral of apple skin and nibbling it down to nothing, leaving the apple on the side in case Clementine wanted any more after her chunk was done.

"I better start on the mac n' cheese before Wil wakes up," Tommy grumbled, walking over to the kitchen and opening the cupboards.

"If i remember, cheese sauce is flour, butter, milk, and cheese." the moth said.

"Yup," Tommy confirmed, grabbing the ingredients, a saucepan, a frying pan, and a pot. He put the saucepan on the hob to heat, and filled the pot with water, pouring the macaroni into it, followed by a dash of oil and a bit of salt so the pasta tasted better and didn't stick. He put the pot on the hob, and put the butter into the now-hot saucepan to melt. He poked it around, and once it was melted, he added a bit of the flour in. He mixed it well, adding more flour in once it was smooth. Once all the flour was mixed with the butter, it started to bubble and almost foam.

"Y'know, in my 30 years in this world, I have never been able to understand how you humans can harness the Great Flame so easily to create nourishment for yourselves. It just doesn't compute to me, and I don't think it ever will." Clementine marveled.

"It's just cooking, honestly. I can't really explain it." Tommy shrugged. "This is just a roux-" he shook the pan containing the butter-flour foam, "And this is just a sauce." He added half of the milk to it, dissolving the foam into the mix.

Clementine chirped in disagreement. "No, it's almost art. The way you mix things and time things and put it all together at the end to eat, it's like a dance."

"I guess," Tommy reasoned, adding the rest of the milk into the sauce.

There came a yawn from the bedroom off to the side, and out stumbled Wilbur in black sweatpants and a baggy band shirt, hair disheveled, beanieless. His glasses sat at a weird angle, probably because he slept in them.

"Evening, Big Dubs," Tommy called. "Mac and cheese'll be ready in 10."

"Thanks, Toms," Wilbur yawned. "Y'know, ever since I started doing night shifts, we haven't had to have a bed-couch sleeping rota."

"I know, it's great," Tommy grinned. "You're at work when I'm asleep, and I'm asleep while you're at work."

"You just said the same thing twice," the taller noted.

"You know what I meant, though." he replied.

Clementine flew around Wilbur excitedly, a blur of wing and antennae.

"Hey Clem,"

"HI WILBUR!!" she enthused.

"She says hi," Tommy translated.

"I forgot he can't hear me," Clementine laughed.

Wilbur stretched as Tommy added an ungodly amount of grated cheese into the sauce and stirred it to melt. While it was melting, Tommy checked the pasta. It was done, so he moved it off the heat and strained it with the pot lid. By the time he did this, all of the cheese had melted, and he poured the now-cheese sauce into the macaroni.

"Alright, Wil, serve yourself," Tommy announced, at which point Wilbur stood up from his spot on the couch, and grabbed himself a portion of the mac and cheese, Tommy following and then putting the leftover into plastic tubs and putting them in the fridge.

The meal passed with banter and laughs, but soon it was time for Wilbur to head to work, so while Tommy cleared the plates and Clementine took a nap, Wilbur got dressed.

"Bye Wil!"

Wilbur had a bad feeling about tonight.

[redwhitebuddie]

been thinking a lot about how ashamed i used to be for using ao3 and tumblr. but like ao3 survives solely off of user support and dedication to fandom, that shits beautiful.

[reggieslocket]

[buddiesronance]

[byler-alarmist]

Stranger Things is one big 80's movie fix-it fic.

It's Stand By Me, if they were brave enough to admit that Chris and Gordie were.in love

It's Pretty In Pink, if Andie and Duckie ended up together like they were supposed to

It's The Breakfast Club, if the teenagers were allowed to be very, very gay

Edit: even better, per the suggestion of @punkwillbyers, it's if Duckie was gay and Andie turned out to be queer, too

[heinzezsquirt]

more stranger things text posts because i'm bored

[kurtkankle]

[sophemeva]

**Robin fumbling into Nancy's room from the window**

Nancy : wut..

Steve : (whispering loudly from outside) SAY THE LINE

Robin : *cough* Nance see, i am stealthy,.. like a ninja

[jus-let-me-read]

Fruity Four Texts

Ft. Ronance and Steddie with Platonic! Stobin

[fourswordsannotated]

[redwhitebuddie]

to no one's surprise, eddie's favorite holiday is halloween.

a day where he feels he actually fits in, the town full of people dressing up in costumes. the one time he can walk out in his clothes and it feels appropriate.

but since dating steve and moving in with robin and nancy, that's not his favorite part of the holiday anymore.

now its the little things. the decorating their house with fall leaves, faux spiderwebs in every corner and inflatables littered in the front yard. putting up bats all around the house. steve coming home to see them after a shift, "it's a little on the nose, don't ya think?"

its carving pumpkins on their living room floor, getting the carpet messy but none of them care. in the background their combo mixtape playing with everything from dio to cyndi lauper. lining up their pumpkins on their front porch, getting to come home to them everyday.

it's steve in their kitchen covered in flour while the kids and him bake halloween cookies. then later curling up on the floor of their living room watching ghostbusters, while only thirty minutes in robin and steve are cuddled up together, completely passed out.

its steve being able to enjoy the holiday for the first time and eddie being a part of every bit of it.

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

fruity four as texts w me and my friends

[st-turbulentic]

I keep thinking about Steve’s face (nothing new), but specifically, Eddie saying—

“You’ve got a bit of a resting bitch face, Harrington. Anyone ever told you that?”

—In regards to his face

[morganbritton132]

Okay but after that flight twitter threat. Do Eddie and Steve see that threat at some point? Who shows it to them? What are their reactions? Do the gossipy news pick the story up? Does Eddie get asked questions about it in interviews?

I Love it and I have so many questions

They do see it!

Steve actually sees it first because Robin saw it first. She sent him a screenshot of the thread, but conveniently left out the tweet where the person realized it was Eddie and Steve. She texted him like, “This you?”

Steve’s like, “Whoa, you can’t have a conversation anywhere nowadays. It’s worse than when the FBI was actively bugging our phones.”

Robin texts back, “Hi to the FBI agents currently bugging our phones.”  

Steve says, “Yeah, hi.”

And that’s that for Steve.

Eddie, however, tracks down the original thread and Corroded Coffin’s official twitter account responds with a picture of Eddie’s ‘vintage’ SpiceWorld Tour t-shirt that he got in ’98 when the fruity four went to their concert. He’s like, “Yeah, they’re not very metal but are you gonna tell me that The Lady’s a Vamp isn’t an absolute banger? I think not.”

Then he goes to bed.

And the internet does what it always does and jumps to a conclusion that’s based in nothing. People are trying to figure out if Eddie was sitting next to his husband or if there is a cheating scandal on the horizon. The OP doesn’t remember what Turtleneck looks like and Eddie hasn’t posted anything since he reminded people about his interview.

By morning, the gossip sites are running stories about his rampant cheating. Eddie is throwing away ten years of marriage to his sick frail husband for plane sex with – gasp – a woman! Or a younger man! Or John Travolta of all people.

Eddie responds to all this with a Tiktok.

In the video, he starts out filming an article on his laptop about how he’s in New York right now cheating on his husband. He pans from the article up to Steve shoving their stuff back into their suitcase. Steve’s hair is a mess. He’s half-dressed and clearly tired, and there’s a line of hickeys tracing up the scar on his neck.

Eddie zooms in on them before panning up to Steve’s face. Eddie says, “Babe, did you see this? I’m cheating on you.”

“What, right now?” Steve asked, clearly just humoring him. He deadpans, “I’m devastated.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I thought I was coming to New York to do a silly little interview and spend some time with my husband but, nope. I’m currently having sex with – Matt Damon. Really? If I’m blowing up my marriage, it’s not with actor equivalent of plain toast.”

“I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”