#i love Van so much omg

[drieddpetals]

jesper and wylan: *standing under mistletoe*

jesper: "hey wylan" *points up*

wylan: *looks up* "omg mistletoe! did you know mistletoe is actually a parasite? they grow in big bunches up in trees and slowly suck all the nutrients out of their hosts :)"

jesper: "how romantic"

[ejga-ostja]

My second favourite little guy to ever guy!!!

Artist notes: - His cutie-mark represents his multiple talents, his love for music and flute playing, his drawing skills and his skills with chemistry/demolition. - I decided to make him a pegasus bc he has a lot of dexterous skills which I can see him using wings for Him being a pegasus is also a nod to his core similarities w Kaz which, as you may know, am an absolute sucker for lol

[swiftiecrow]

Sometimes I forget wylan van eck is not a real person but just a fictional character

[mostly-tame]

Slept in with my bed rotting buddy, hit the trails for a few eventful miles with @petrichorpaws and the laiki, got dinner with them, and then had movie night. A good day off if ever there was one 💕 I love these dogs and people so much, they've truly changed my life for the better

The photos of the laiki together are taken by petrichorpaws!

[swiftie-as-a-coursing-river]

WESPER 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🤩🤩🤩😻😻😻🫶🫶🫶🫶🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️🧡🧡🧡💛💛💛💚💚💚🩵🩵🩵💙💙💜💜💜🖤🖤🖤🩶🩶🩶🤍🤍🤍🤎🤎🤎❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💕💕💕💖💖💖

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I also... may have finally finished my Danny fic I've been working on for months.

[mrd-gvf]

It's time to get emotional about Greta Van Fleet again. I still haven't really properly processed last night's concert and I really need to hear those songs again, in HD. But I need to talk about their farewell song. This song broke me, I was shattered. They dedicated a whole song for us, they really do love us and it's so genuine. This end of an era was already emotional enough for me but when they performed that song I just broke down crying. But not from sadness just from joy and happiness of being able to witness this beautiful band and be a part of this experience and their journey. I am forever grateful for them

[anthemofgvf]

there’s just something about his side profile

[terrificblanket]

not watcher content but would personally like to thank @simonemalec for editing this incredible teaser of my fave babygirl

[rhythm-of-space]

In my last ask I forgot to mention jakes cute little button nose that I love so much so here's a post dedicated to that. The audacity I have.

[jakesguitarsolo]

I’ve said it once — I’ve said it twice — I’ve said it a million times and I will NEVER stop —

I am plagued by the twins on a daily basis.

[hi-hi-hello11]

no one talk to me. they played tears of rain.

[pepprs]

also (this is it i promise) this is why i am so INSANELY excited to have my own room soon. like omg. it is definitely not perfect bc it’s at home and there’s a breaker box in it and you can hear footsteps really loud through the ceiling and also again *it’s at home* when i really need to not be living at home. but the quality of life improvement i am about to have is actually INSANE. i will be able to have a space far away from everyone else where i can sing without bothering anyone and play piano and decorate it (mostly) to my liking and have a desk and draw and paint and do whatever. finally!!!!!!!! that is going to fix me!!!!!

[andthebubbles]

it’s so funny how i rewatch s1 anthony scenes and i don’t give a shit about him (unless i really try to keep in mind what we know about him and try to understand what’s going on behind the facade/beyond what the show dictates we should see because it’s definitely not from his pov) and then i watch s2, particularly from ep 3 onwards, and suddenly it’s like, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is my dumbass idiot

[tenacquity]

Luckily for Ryunosuke, they didn’t linger long on the very clear fact that he was putting forth all the . . . needless efforts to make himself smaller in his seat. (Smaller than he already was, that is—at least in the company of one like Lord van Zieks.) For despite the man’s telling comment on the shuffling—proving he’d quickly noticed what was going on—the conversation pushed forward at a pace matching the roll of the wheels beneath them. Relieving, really. Lord van Zieks oh-so-casually taking note of Ryunosuke’s “stature” certainly did more than it was meant to; he was glad the prosecutor’s focus went elsewhere to no doubt miss that little flush of heat in his cheeks.

—swiftly forgotten, too. All so Ryunosuke could grant his company every last shred of his attention as he went about answering the curiosity.

He was as much enchanted by the exceptionally different way someone like Lord van Zieks lived as he was wholly entranced by just how much he had to say about it. After all, in most cases, van Zieks was a man of few words, and those that were often never wasted—each syllable meticulously considered before making it through his lips. Instead, he’d loosened up enough to simply speak, to provide details he hadn’t necessarily needed in order to satisfy his guest; it wasn’t as if Ryunosuke expected him to thoroughly indulge every little inquisitive query that left him, really. But he did so, anyway. And though Ryunosuke couldn’t claim to fully understand owning that many properties—especially when he’d spent much of his life hardly owning more than the clothes off his back—he found pleasure in simply hearing him talk so freely about it.

His attentiveness, naturally, aided him in noticing van Zieks hesitating over that mention of his brother, however. He took in that minuscule twitch in the man’s brow, the heavy pause for more than just thought. Ryunosuke’s hands twisted a bit in his lap, and he’d stolen a breath for himself—a prelude to interjecting—before Lord van Zieks recovered all on his own. Quietly, the lawyer decided to table the more sensitive topic for another time. (When his companion was ready to speak of it.)

“Overseas?” Ryunosuke repeated, and he couldn’t prevent the lines carving perplexity across his face. “What on Earth would be the purpose of those if you’re never using them?” He didn’t intend it as accusatory. Absolutely not. But if there was one thing about all of this information that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around, it was the idea of having so many properties for the sake of . . . seemingly never even visiting them. (Was that a thing among the gentry . . . ? Or just particular to Lord van Zieks?)

By the time he’d been posed a curiosity in return, though, the bewilderment left him, smoothed the crinkles around his eyes. “Traveled . . . ? I— Er, no. Not really. I-I suppose I . . . didn’t necessarily have the time or funds to really— Well, I hadn’t even considered it.” A shrug rolled through his shoulders, and his gaze drifted to the window. “I ought to, though. One of these days. It’d seem like a waste otherwise.”

naruhodo's words were nearly lost amidst the racket of the London traffic and crowds. He thought for a moment that he had imagined them... but the smile on the lawyer's face was assurance enough that Barok was of sound mind. All in the spirit of their casual rowing, no doubt, but still — the ever-present furrow of his brow deepened briefly at the comment.

❛ I wish you wouldn't. ❜

— wouldn't what? Spare him? ... for all his honesty, Naruhodo somehow still managed to perplex.

But he hadn't the time to puzzle it. By the time he'd taken his seat in the carriage across Naruhodo, Barok put it out of his mind. It would have been chased out by the sight of Naruhodo shuffling about unnecessarily. Perhaps he found himself stifling a smile.

❛ Courtesy is one thing, Mr Naruhodo, but there's enough room for the two of us. I imagine even a man of your stature could afford an inch or two to breathe. ❜

Though it was a bit of a low blow — though it must be, if he had any hopes of closing the terrible vertical gap between himself and Naruhodo — there was little bite to the words. He moved on quickly enough, considering Naruhodo's enquiry.

❛ There's London estate in Grosvenor's Square; and there is our family home, the country estate in Surrey, in which I spent the most of my years until university brought me to London.... It was to the estate that I retreated during my five years' leave of absence from law.

❛ Some private vineyards in Dorset — and in Alsace, though at times I wonder if it isn't a greater nuisance than it is an investment. ❜ The Alsace vineyards had had the fortune of escaping the first two decades of the great blight that had swept across the Atlantic and wreaked havoc across French vineyards and its wineries. But such luck had to, eventually, run its course. As though the chaos and the confusion of Barok's childhood years were not enough on its own after their father's passing, Klint's franticness and clear upset over his beloved orchards soon sent him scurrying from France and back, a then-small Barok with him. ( Of his own will. Thankfully — loathe as he was to speak ill of his brother, and of the dead at that... Klint could at times be a handful. ) Overseeing the vineyards' recovery was a decades long process that consumed ample time and resources; it had perhaps kept Barok sane in the years after Klint's passing.

❛ Our father owned properties, which he rented out and managed. Klint carried on that work, but I sold the majority. I hadn't the capacity nor the expertise for managing properties — my legal career was my priority as much then as it is now. As for my office, I rent... it once was Klint's as well. ❜

... again and again, no matter the direction he took, his mind and mouth circled back once more to Klint. It wasn't so alarming. This was how he had spent the decade past, after all.

But with company beside him today, regarding him with such bright-eyed curiousity, he could not afford to stew in his own bitter history. He shook his head, casting about for some way to push their conversation forward and elsewhere.

❛ I inherited from them several small homes overseas, though I've not had much use for them. And there are some pieces of land in the Netherlands, too, passed down to us from generations before. ❜

He paused a moment. ❛ ... have you travelled outside London much during your time here? ❜

[reysdriver]

Keeping It Quiet | E.M.

Eddie comes to visit you when everyone is sleeping... or so you thought — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: suggestive content, making out, fear of getting caught, jokes about guns/getting shot

words: 1.7k

a/n: idgaf about timeline or continuity with the show when I do this series of oneshots, it's just kind of an alternate version of the show where Hopper is still here around the events of season 4 ig (also I LOVE this gif of joseph omg)

It was late at night, but you weren’t sleeping. You were taking advantage of the quiet house and catching up on some reading that finally wasn’t for school. You laid with the book at the foot of your bed, and your feet dangling over your pile of stuffed animals right by your pillows. 

It was so comfortable, you forgot about the world around you. 

And you were only brought back by the terrifying sound of someone knocking on your window. It scared you right out of your haze, at least until you looked outside and realised who it was. 

Eddie was standing right outside your bedroom wall with a stupid grin on his face, and he was pointing to the windowsill, wordlessly asking you to let him in. 

After rolling your eyes and marking your spot in the book, you got up and opened the window for your boyfriend. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, leaning over the separation to peck his lips quickly. 

“Not quite the warm welcome I was expecting.” He grunted, using the log you had placed under your window to climb in your room. “You’re not happy to see me?”

“You scared the hell out of me ‘cause you didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

“I didn’t know I was coming over until I was already in my van. I haven’t seen you in forever, plus I had something I wanted to show you.”

The last part was intriguing, but you still wanted to correct his dramatics. You’ve learned that if you didn’t act as the voice of reason sometimes, he would start believing his own exaggerations.

“It’s been two days since you last saw me.” And it didn’t take long for you to give in to whatever he was hiding. “But what is it that I have to see?” 

He let out an exaggerated sigh as he flopped down on the end of your bed. He looked up at you with fake sadness. “I should have known you would only like me for material things, Madonna.” 

“So what if I was a material girl? You’d still love me anyways.” 

He started speaking like he was in the school play, which he would never do. “It’s just sad—”

You jumped towards him to cover his mouth with your hand. As much as you loved his antics and would encourage it at any other time, it was all quiet in your house and you were petrified of waking your family. 

“Are you crazy?” You asked him in a hushed scold. 

He just nodded happily since he couldn’t speak with your hand still over his mouth. 

“If my dad hears you, he’ll burst into the room with a gun in his hand. You might be able to charm the pants off of me effortlessly, but I think you’d get shot if you tried to test your charisma on the chief of police.” 

You cautiously took your hand away from Eddie’s face while he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that and show me what you wanted me to see in the first place.” You told him, sternly but lovingly. 

“Wow, you really are the chief’s daughter.” He joked as he stood up and took off his leather jacket. 

You figured he was just making himself comfortable, but when he started taking off the t-shirt he was wearing underneath the coat, you wondered what was really going on. 

Then you saw it. 

On his right side, where his rib cage ends, there was a new tattoo. A flaming sword that you knew was based on his current—and favourite—Dungeons and Dragons campaign of his. 

He pointed to the pommel of the weapon, which was a heart shaped gemstone. 

“Did you see the end? It doesn’t have anything to do with the game, but I designed it while thinking of you.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Eds.” You answered sincerely. “When did you get it done?”

“Friday. Right after your dad picked you up from the mall.”

“Did it hurt?”

He shook his head as he gently pushed you back against your pillows, then positioned himself on top of you.

“Not as much as it hurts to be away from you.”

You had to stifle your own laugh at his corniness. As stupid as it was, you did feel kind of flattered by him at that moment. And that’s exactly why you let him kiss you, despite you being just a few decibels away from your sleeping father waking up and grounding you permanently for sneaking a boy in. 

But you pushed all your worries aside and let him press his luscious lips against yours. God, how you couldn’t get enough of that sensation. 

You loved how he kissed you just because he likes to kiss you, how he used flavoured chapstick so he could heal his chapped lips, and how he always tasted faintly of cigarettes and the lemon candies you got him hooked on. 

You loved all that almost as much as what came next. 

When he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, and then your neck. He nipped the skin just lightly and then continued to work his magic. You had both noted another time just like this that your bodies must be made for each other, and this exact moment was perfect proof for that claim. 

“Oh, god, Eddie. You’re so good at this.” You praised, trying to keep your voice down. 

He mumbled an ‘mhm?’ against your throat. He was such a sucker for your affirmations. 

“Yeah. Just be careful not to leave a bruise.”

Eddie lifted his head up, causing your face to morph into a frown from the expression of pleasure just a second ago. 

“You don’t want little reminders of my love?” He asked, lips exaggeratedly pouted. 

“Not when my family can see them, loverboy.”

He seemed satisfied with that response, returning his attention to you and practically attacking your neck with his kisses. The way his mouth was worshipping your neck damn near put you in a trance. It was so good that you didn’t even notice the soft knock at your door, nor the opening that followed it. 

When your younger sister called out your name softly, that’s when you realised the importance of not letting your guard down. You tried to push Eddie off of you as he hadn’t seen Eleven there yet, but he got up quickly once he did notice. 

You urged him to sit down and stay silent while you pulled El away from your bedroom and into the bathroom, all while your sister stared at you with a wide-eyed expression. 

Eleven was the first one to speak between you two. “Who was that in your room?”

“That was my friend.” You said, partially honest. He was your friend, he was just also more. “His name is Eddie.”

“What were you and Eddie doing?”

You racked your brain, trying to think of something believable to say that would get your sister off your back. You really should have prepared a lie before this, because it was proving to be more difficult than you would have thought; of course, you never really thought about your sister catching you making out with your shirtless boyfriend.

“We were playing.” You answered as confidently as possible. 

“Playing?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, you know when you and I play-fight, like wrestling? When Dad sometimes thinks we’re hurting each other but we’re really just having fun?”

“So you and Eddie were just having fun?”

“Mhm.” You ran a hand through her hair, feeling somewhat guilty about your lie. “Why? Were you worried about me?”

She didn’t seem fazed at all by your fingers combing through her hair, but her cheeks flooded with pink when you asked if she knocked on your door out of concern for you. 

“I heard you were awake and I wanted to know what you were doing.” Eleven told you. 

It really was nothing embarrassing, she’s just a shy girl. And now you felt less guilty about lying since you know she was just curious rather than upset. 

“Well, I was just playing with my friend. But, don’t tell Dad about Eddie, okay?”

“Why not?”

Another question you didn’t quite have an answer for. Luckily, you were quick enough on your toes that your little sister wouldn’t notice the nonsense spilling from your mouth. 

“You know Dad can be a fun sponge sometimes. Like when he spends an hour questioning your friends before you can hang out, or when he won’t let us turn the couch into a pillow fort. If he hears about Eddie, he won’t let us have fun together anymore, and I would be really sad if I couldn’t see my friend.”

She seemed to be eating your excuse up, knowing exactly what you meant.

“Okay. I won’t tell him.” She agreed. “I don’t want you to be sad.”

“And I don’t want you to be tired, little lady. So, now that you know what you wanted to learn, how about you go back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, goodnight.”

She opened the slightly creaky bathroom door and headed back to her bedroom, hopefully to fall back asleep soon. 

“Goodnight, El. Sleep tight.” You called in a volume just above the whisper you were using just seconds before.

You stood in the bathroom alone after you heard your sister’s bedroom door close. For a minute, you just listened to everything around your house. The quiet wind blowing outside, the sounds of Eddie flipping through your books as he waited for you to come back, and best of all, not a peep from your father’s room. 

It was safe to return to Eddie in your bedroom and resume the fooling around from before. 

Once you silently pushed open your door, closed it again, and sat down next to your boyfriend on the corner of your bed, he pulled you onto his lap. 

“So, we’re in the clear now?” Eddie asked you. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we can be any less careful than usual. That just proves my family can hear us, so let’s not be stupid.”

A flirty grin spread across Eddie’s face as he trailed his fingers under your shirt and up your sides. “Baby, I can’t promise anything. Stupid is my middle name.”