#i demand it back

[greencheekconure27]

they cancelled Willow???!!!

Fucking Disney.Hope whoever made that decision never produces as much as a successful tv commercial again.

ONCE.ONCE I get a fantasy show that I absolutely 100% loved and they can't even keep that one going.Fucking bastards.

Renew Willow!

[iztea]

[onionninjasstuff]

[probably-impossible]

Give it up for: GHOULS!

[heritageposts]

Updates from Al Jazeera's live feed (24 May 2024):

[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.”

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

The Double, text posts 3/3 (Part 1, Part 2)

[housecow]

reach over and squeeze my back rolls pls that’s literally why i have them

[mipexch]

been thinking about something wicked a little too much lately. no harm in romanticizing the ominous dreadful unstoppable force

[genericpuff]

new genre of LO comedy unlocked: watch the LO wiki editors fight for their lives to justify entire articles for characters who only showed up once and then disappeared forever

"well, themis is pregnant so that must mean SOMEONE knocked her up, right??? put that in relationships, that counts"

"charon's abilities... ferryman... boat... he ferries a boat! therefore he must be very good at ferrying boats! write that down!"

"now hold on, let's not completely discount the idea of artemis' pet wolf having some kind of relationship with someone later on, i'm sure rachel will answer that soon"

[spearxwind]

He forgor 💀

[ruubesz-draws]

She is looking... respectfully👀

I miss her... I miss them together :'(

[wtftaylr]

some 'on the boat back from fortification hill' goofs. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful one-sided friendship

[rottentricks]

𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝’𝕤 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Story recap

- 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟. 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙’𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕌𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 ����𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥.

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Just a fun little au I been thinking about for a while, might write about it? Idk I just thought she would look cooler as DD

[cozylittleartblog]

gooseworx in the glitchx livestream: i want to see people draw jax in a suit. people should draw him crying

me: sure thing, boss o7

[notbecauseofvictories]

I've seen that "the immortal loses their loved one but not their loved one's family; what if the immortal stayed close, followed them down the generations?" post a dozen times, and I understand it's intended to be sweet---but every single time I see it, all I can think is that it's straight-up the beginning of a horror story.