#i don’t have any words

[devil-in-hiding]

bully!soap anon here.. hi. ૮ . ̫ . ა 'm happy you liked it!

If you could transform him into the monster he is today, tied at the temple of your body, starving for a pound of your flesh - Johnny's certain the filthy bastard is enamored with you, too, now.

Your hands grip his wrist when he pushes your head back into the wall, hips digging into the little furniture behind, and you hiss at him like a kitten showing its claw. But kitty cat gets 'em clipped once in a while.

After all, Johnny's heart was yours in a matter of a minute, long ago. A simple little fall, a little lamb barely strong enough to hold on to their bike. Your hands were red, nose snotty. Knees scratched, Johnny had stood there, swallowing in his chest the sound of your wet sniffles while both your mother fawned over you.

This was it. He knew. He'll have you.

It's only fair he locks you in your office. After all, you betrayed him. How could you let anyone see how pitiful you looked, with tear-bright eyes, swollen lips caused by your nervous biting, and puffy cheeks red with vexation?

It's odd who you seem to find your words when he's near, don't ya think? Couldn't you do that to the coward who turned you into a mess?

He will punish you later. Bend over your desk or that medical bed. He isn't certain in which position he wants you first, but it doesn't matter. He will have you. Devour you. Mold your womb under the sloppy discipline of his cock.

Strain the arch of your back with the scum's blood he needs to tear apart. Soap will give you a reason to cry, lass, with his palms swapping at your arse until the imprint is carved into your flesh.

Little lamb needs to learn not to stray around, and soap will gladly be the dog who, with bites at your ankles, guides you back to the den.

(that's okay. I like every one of your ideas anyway! kiss kiss)

can i be ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ anon? don't know if I can request that

[pinkelotjeart]

Don’t hit me up.

[wrongcaitlyn]

taylor just sang dear reader

[starskykarofsky]

I miss you so much already

[mctoews]

[travichughes]

yesterdays episode made me want to throw myself off a cliff

[vcrnons]

FUCK???????????

[flowercrowngods]

some hurt/comfort cuddles for @t-boyeddie. because you deserve nice things and cuddles

🤍 also on ao3

Steve feels endlessly pathetic pulling up to the Munson trailer with a hammering heart at two in the morning, feeling like he has nowhere else in the world to go. It’s a lie. He knows it’s not true, knows that his brain is lying to him, knows that his thoughts got all tangled up and messy somewhere between noon and midday, knows that all he has to do is breathe through it and just get this day over with.

But he can’t breathe. And he can’t sleep. And he—

He needs a hug. He needs Eddie and his stupid, sweet, lovely koala hugs with his goddamn hair all up in Steve’s face. He needs it so badly that he can’t wait until tomorrow — and now here he is, pulling up to the trailer.

He gasps a little in the silence of the car when he spots a familiar figure sitting on the front steps, a blanket around his shoulders and a cigarette in his hand. Tears spring to his eyes — pathetic little tears that he refuses to allow right now, so he blinks them away. But the longer he looks at Eddie sitting right there, looking up at the approaching car with a smile that’s slowly growing, the more he feels ready to fall apart. And he will, if he’s not held together.

And Eddie is so good at holding him together. Steve needs him close; can’t wait even a second longer.

Steve cuts the engine and is out of the car in one swift move, walking over to wonderful, beautiful Eddie who is gloriously, miraculously awake.

His quick steps on the gravel match the loud, rapid beating of his heart, and then Eddie is getting up, closing the distance between them just as fast, until they’re crashing together in a tangle of arms and a gentle hand on the back of his head that’s pulling him close, close, closer.

“Hey, baby,” Eddie breathes into his cheek, his temple, his hair, and Steve wants to melt into him. Wants to cry now that the world smells like Eddie again, feels like Eddie again; now that the world is Eddie again. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head where it’s still hidden in the crook of Eddie’s neck, his hands clenching in the soft, worn shirt he’s wearing to sleep. He wants to say, No, not really. Wants to say, It’s stupid. I was just lonely for a little too long. Missed you. Missed you, missed you, missed you.

But he can’t say anything. The words get lodged in his throat and the thought of speaking makes the world feel so overwhelming again, makes him feel like a failure and a fuck-up and all those things his mind tells him that he is on nights like this.

Things that he knows he isn’t. He knows! But knowledge doesn’t protect him on nights like this.

What protects him is the way Eddie sways them gently this way and that, silent in his own right — humming slightly to give Steve something to focus on. It makes his eyes sting again, so he burrow’s further into his love’s neck.

“I’ve got you. Was waiting for you, you know? Had a feeling. Just a feeling, Stevie. So glad you came.”

It’s good. It’s good he’s here. Eddie is glad. Eddie doesn’t judge him or hate him or think he’s too much, think he’s pathetic, think he should talk and explain and be as strong as they both know he can be.

Steve takes a deep breath, inhaling Eddie’s scent, his shampoo, his aftershave, the cigarette smoke and the laundry detergent. It settles him, and he can practically feel his frayed mind smoothing out, can feel his racing heart slow down, can feel his hands unclench from Eddie’s shirt as he breathes like he couldn’t all day and all night.

Once he’s calm enough that he doesn’t feel like he’s about to snap and break and crumble any second now, he slowly lifts his face and meets Eddie’s eyes. Even in the dark, illuminated only by the street lights and scarcely lit porch lamps, he looks so kind. So patient. So genuine.

So, so lovely.

“Hi,” he breathes, carding a hand through Steve’s hair, and Steve feels like a fragile little thing again — but gentler this time, because he knows Eddie is holding him. Because he knows Eddie won’t let go.

“Hi,” he croaks, wanting to try again with the words. It doesn’t feel good, doesn’t feel right. Maybe tonight isn’t for talking then.

“Do you wanna come inside? Stay the night with me? I’d hate to let you go now that I have you, Stevie. How’s that sound?”

He nods before Eddie even finished the first question, watching the smile unfold on his face until it’s full and wide, his hand not stopping its motions through Steve’s hair.

“Come on in, then, beautiful.”

Eddie leads him by the hand, leads him inside, entirely unwilling to let Steve go. He guides him through the dark trailer that Steve knows so well by now and doesn’t let go of his hand even as he makes him sit on the bed.

Steve looks up at him as Eddie steps between his legs and holds him close again, knowing that Steve loves this position. He can hear Eddie’s heart beating like this, can wrap his arms around him completely and just hold on forever and ever as Eddie plays with his hair.

“You’re pretty,” Eddie murmurs then. “And smart. And kind. And I’m incredibly lucky to have you here with me, Stevie. Do you know that?”

He does. It’s not why he’s here. It’s not why he can’t talk tonight. He just… He just needs Eddie.

So he doesn’t react, which is a language they have made for nights like this, and instead holds on even tighter around Eddie’s middle and leans back, falling onto his back on the bed and pulling a laughing Eddie with him, who gets the memo instantly and wraps his entire body around Steve.

The grounding weight of Eddie on top of him is what makes a few of the silent tears fall, because he gets to have this now. Because it’s okay. It’s good. Eddie loves him. He’s not a fuck-up.

Eddie brushes a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and holds him. Tells him good things in a soothing tone sometimes that go right over Steve’s head because he’s busy losing himself in the steady beat of Eddie’s heart, the rise and fall of his chest that he’s now resting his cheek on, with Eddie’s arms around his shoulders. He’s focused on the vibrations of his voice that carry through his whole body and right into Steve’s. It’s a magical feeling that he wants to chase, so he trails his fingers down from Eddie’s adam’s apple to the middle of his chest, and up again, every time he talks. It makes Eddie laugh, makes him shiver, makes him brush more kisses to Steve’s forehead.

Quiet cuddles in the dark of Eddie’s room allow Steve to breathe again even as he buries his nose in Eddie’s neck, almost smothering himself just to make him laugh again, call him ridiculous, and tell him, “I love you.”

Steve smiles until he falls asleep still half on top of Eddie, who promises not to let him go. And he doesn’t. He won’t.

[boxbug]

a very special cat. she will always be loved a lot by so many people

[noodles-and-tea]

how do you get such warm colors? they're so bright and beautiful

whenever I do digital art it gets all muddled or too dark

I find playing around with different coloured overlays (and sometimes using the multiply as well) adds not only warmth but also a lot of depth - even on flat colours!

I hope that was helpful!!!

[soranatus]

this is an odd story but it’s not madeup!

When I was in middle school (2015-2017), my mom’s friend had invited us to her friend’s place to swim in a little man-made lake. The lake was in the middle of farm country and it wasn’t huge in width, but it was a pretty good size for a man-made lake. There was a floating blow-up castle in the middle of it that acted as an island you could either swim or kayak to. As we were kayaking to it, I noticed something in the water. Little white floating things. I looked closer and realized they were jellyfish!

So keep in mind, I’m from Oregon, and this lake was located in northern Oregon, but still over an hour from the coast. And it was FRESHWATER! I was no marine biologist then and I’m not one now, but it still blew my mind to see a bunch of the jellies float about in the water. They kind of resembled moon jellies, in the sense that they were pretty translucent. But I would scoop them up as we kayaked around.

When we got back to land, I asked the owners what the deal with that was, and they had no idea! They had known about them, but no clue how they got there in the first place. They had brought some to the biology department of one of the state universities, but even they were befuddled by these little freshwater lake jellyfish.

Since then, every time I drive by that property, I wonder how those little jellies are doing

[valewritessss]

Can someone give me well written fluffy Percabeth fics I feel like I’ve read the majority of them already and I don’t want to open another tab to add on to the 107 tabs I have.

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO GAVE ME RECS PEOPLE NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWER

[chaosinstigator]

no bc how in the hell did we go from daniel being adorably cheeky and somewhat confident he’s got a seat next year, and bayer saying singapore isn’t daniel’s last race… to this

to journalists and fans and the fucking f1 account themselves not knowing what the fuck is going on and everyone being collectively confused and upset at how things are now being played out

congratulations redbull you united everyone daniel fans and haters alike here with the fucking disgraceful and disgusting way you’ve treated him, I hope you burn in hell

[fizzytoo]

all i have to say is... hairy butch lesbian werewolf

[the-meme-monarch]

people can Famously do whatever they want especially when it comes to enjoying media and generally i find this to be a good thing. but unfortunately i am a strange and unusual autistic that generally sticks very very close to canon. all this to say i don’t Get It when people headcanon k_k deltarune as using they/them Only or even she/her Only when he has literally been referred to with ‘he’ by one of the people presumably closest to him(brothers to me)

for the record i think he is he/they. i think all three of them are he/they. maybe even canonically but people fight me on this one (really just capn and kk since sweet has only indirectly been referred to as they like in the following screenshot from the wiki (bc I didn’t want to watch a video of their fight to screenshot and crop flavor text) BUT they’re still called by generally masculine terms alongside the other two like ‘guys’ (ost “almost to the guys”) and ‘young men’ (by seam)) (and they use overly-masculine self-referential pronouns in japanese, along with capn)

like im Fairly Certain the individual of scc are still the only one being lost in the groove in dance x. the “they” in ‘they’re totally lost in the groove’ is still Just One of scc. I don’t believe the fun gang are lost in the groove bc honestly they don’t talk like any of this fight was fun for them HSHSHDNDHDJDJ

also incase it isn’t clear i think it’s chill to add on she/her to k_k’s pronouns. people can famously do whatever they want especially when it comes to enjoying media and generally I think this is good. but saying they use she/her (or they/them) ONLY and not In Conjunction With is where I go “well. no. the game called him he. so he/him has to be part of their pronouns?” and i recognize it’s probably petty and stupid to care about to like any degree but know I don’t say this with hate in my heart

and of course there’s nuance like maybe the idea is they Change their pronouns later on but idk no one ever says this

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.