#i don’t need another wip

[thetriumphantpanda]

Personally I think we all moved on way too fast from ‘I’ll tell you something about my good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace’

Miss Taylor really said that and there’s no way that dbf!joel wouldn’t smirk about his love saying that when they get found out 🤷🏻‍♀️

[fruitrollup56]

I went on AO3 today to see if there were any Ichico/Nico fanfictions, and to my horror, there are not. I guess it’s my job to fix that!!

[lostinfic]

I have a plot bunny involving the inappropriate use of a confessional… gotta do some research

[the1laff]

Thinking about making a little Gwash ficlet for Father’s Day bc I’m not crying over a heartfelt Father’s Day card rn

[shina913]

Why am I getting fic prompts from this Yoongi Q&A portion? 🤣

[beyourownanchor6]

Idk if you’ve seen this already but I think you’d enjoy bc god knows I’m enjoying imagining this as buddie

https://www.tumblr.com/closet-keys/705799531624808448

anon if you wanted me to write more cowboy buddie all you had to do was ask 😏😂

i had not seen this so thanks for sharing it with me!! it will most definitely be living in my head rent free now 😉😍🩵

[imperiumwifestrikesagain]

Someone really should tell me not to start a rookie story.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[valentinafoxr]

Man I wish I had motivation to work on my fanfics but I’m so Olympics-pilled. Sorry I can’t write I need to watch obscure sports every free second

Maybe someday when I got the brain juice for it I’ll write an Olympics AU in which Adrien moved to England to live with his aunt and cousin after his mom’s ‘disappearance’ (idk maybe Felix swipes the amok earlier, Gabriel is still Hawkmoth but Adrien went no-contact. I haven’t figured this out yet) but a few years later he goes to the Paris Olympics as part of the UK fencing team.

Obviously there’s an Akuma during his team’s competition and Adrien needs to be saved by Ladybug and her partner (Alya? Nino? Different random Black Cat wielder?) and SURE HE FALLS HEAD OVER HEELS FOR LADYBUG. But he’s also already started crushing on the girl who works the bakery stand in the Olympic village. You see where I’m going with this right

[penvisions]

screaming, crying, obsessing

series masterlist for this idea can be found here

just came up with a taaaaasty fic idea where reader is the waitress that tommy defends the day of the outbreak. you know the whole family as the waitress of their favorite place to grab lunch or takeout for the crew, to unwind after a long shift or busy day

you’re fighting with the police at the station when joel arrives and they implore you to stay in your home and hide as they drop you off, realizing they might as well have just delivered you to your death as they drive through the city center and see how intense everything is

you mourn the loss of them as you fight and claw your way through the end of the world to end up in jackson just as it’s getting established, nearly bursting into tears when you see tommy and he tells you he’s the only one that made it. mourn the loss of nervous chuckles and the press of fingers against your own as you served joel over the years neither one of you brave enough to cross the invisible line and ask the other out, he was a ray of sunshine in your life

you stumble upon him and tommy during their heated conversation in the tipsy bison, the place you help to run for the settlement. you realize joel is no longer that ray of sunshine but a black hole of a person as his anger flares and mean words flow from him in a way you’d never expect

cue him coming back to jackson with a teenage girl who seems traumatized and settles in for the long haul. but he’s exhausted, more of a dying star now as he’s lived far too much in his life but maybe…just maybe this time you two can connect with each other

gonna call it black hole sun and idk how long it’s gonna be but i am pumped for this idea

[alexismusictrek]

Well, I’ll continue to carry this earworm until the end of time 🙃

I’m not gonna open another doc… I’m not gonna open another doc🚨

Due to issues with the environmental controls, different decks become flooded with gasses like helium and sulfur hexafluoride. Unable to fix it with B'Elanna on an away mission, Vorik says to embrace the change by singing high- or low-pitched songs on the affected decks.

[fruitrollup56]

I am STRUGGLING to write. Now I remember why I always delete my WIPs 💀

[daddyricsdoll]

Im feeling quite nice today so I'm gonna share a little something I stumbled across on the internet the other week. Been gatekeeping it but thought it just needed recognition because OH. MY. GOD. when I tell you... When I tell you it sounds like Lando Norris? bae... just listen

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0RmLxd51pfepkKU6094ce1?si=7QmGaqhHSCmJTJ2Wi4sVNg

Ok so it doesn't sound like him totally, but girl, it's there🤭 P.S if you go to that account, search for episodes where maximumwill is credited

OH! MY! GOD! I know what you mean when you said it kind of sounds like Lando, that British accent. I- I am not ok, I listened to more than just that one, and… 😩

Thank you a million times for sending this, it has given me quite a few ideas and feelings 🤭 But I can imagine Lando doing these things, not just him though!! Ahhhhhhh 🥵

(Definitely didn’t skip to the good part)

[spiderin-space]

Lamb unfortunately was Not dainty in their escape 😔😩

(Feat. @paintpaintpaintman’s Petra in the third sketch)

[urhoneycombwitch]

more to say apparently. the bathtub scene but… you found this cassette under one of Eddie’s desk folders when you were snooping (unsupervised) the other day. it’s kind of gravelly on the ears but you like it, loud fast music that gets your heart pumping under the layer of bubbles.

you’re younger, a whole different generation. how were you supposed to know who Eddie “The Freak” Munson, lead guitarist of a Grammy-winning band was? your dad probably would. older guys in their 40s with greying hair like Eddie’s.

which is why it’s such a thrill to see you so lost in the music, totally in your own head as you dance and splash to the cranked-up guitar solo playing over your headphones. Eddie stands in the doorway just watching you a bit. growing fonder and softer for you by the second.

rockstar!Eddie Munson x sw!Reader. Pretty Woman rewrite NOW. give me to me Rachel pleassseee…

[malinowaj]

unfortunately spending countless hours at the arena is feeding my wilmon figure skating AU plot bunnies like whoa. the AU which i’ve sworn i’m never going to write. but if i did, i’d have a plot, some incredibly good details and a title.