#i'll reblog this at a decent hour tomorrow

[plussizefantasia]

Rockets Run

Flufftober Day 2: Meet Cute

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

AN: This really got away from me and from the prompt but I really like how it turned out. Please reblog if you liked the story and I'll see you tomorrow for day 3!

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

There weren’t a whole lot of diners that were open 24 hours in Hawkins Indiana. Especially after Benny’s closed three years ago. Rocket’s wasn’t a very good diner, it was on the verge of bankruptcy before its only competition closed and it became the only place in the small town with a decent cheap burger. But it was the only option you had if you didn’t want to drive twenty minutes into the next town over. This meant that when the occasional cravings for a midnight milkshake struck you were left with only one option. And so was everyone else who wanted food after 9 p.m.

Steve didn’t understand why he was always the one who had to go get food for the party when they all hung out and started getting hangry around 11. Now that the kids were a bit older their parents were a little more lenient with curfew, especially on the weekend. This is why he’s at Rockets alone on a Friday night on the verge of becoming a Saturday morning waiting for his order of enough food to feed a small army.

You on the other hand had just finished an almost twelve-hour shift where the rumbling in your stomach made itself more known the longer the night had gone on. Finally when your coworker heard the actual monstrous sounds that your body was making she took pity on you and told you to take the rest of the night, and implored you to get some food before your stomach started to eat itself. You laughed it off, thanked her, and hopped in your car to take her advice. A milkshake really sounded good right now.

Walking into Rocket’s during the midnight hours was almost like entering another dimension, at least you think it is you’ve never actually been in one. The lights were bright, and in contrast to the darkness waiting just outside the windows, it was almost startling. The booths and tables that filled the dining space were always almost empty, the occasional groups of teenagers or semi-drunk adults may be scattered among the seats. Tonight there was only one other customer in the space. A young man, about your age with the fluffiest hair you think you’ve ever seen. He leans against the booth closest to the counter, not sitting but not exactly standing. He seems to be waiting for his order, you briefly wonder how long he’s been here. 

“What can I get you?” A woman in a shockingly old-fashioned diner girl dress asks you. She’s older than you but just barely, and by the look on her face, she obviously doesn’t want to be here this late. 

“Um, an order of fries and a chocolate milkshake to go please.” You respond, not having to look at the menu to know what you’d like this evening.

“Sure thing, it’ll be just a moment,” She replies dryly before turning away from you and disappearing through the swinging doors you assume must lead to the kitchen.

During the exchange between you and the waitress who seemingly hates her job, the young man in the diner shifts his body to look at you. There's a certain glint in his eyes and you can only guess at the thoughts that are spinning within them.

Steve doesn’t think he would mind picking up the food as much if there was always a pretty girl at Rockets when he did. You caught his attention when you walked through the door, the bell rang and caught his attention first but the chime was quickly forgotten when his eyes landed on you. It’s not a secret that Steve likes women, he likes all kinds of women and he isn’t afraid of the world knowing that but he is kind of surprised that you managed to really capture his attention when you look so... tired. 

You obviously just came from work if your uniform and name tag are anything to go by, and the darkness that meets the top of your cheeks from under your eyes catches the light in a very obvious way. But there is a certain beauty to you that he just can’t ignore. You just look so soft and so adorable shuffling your feet into the late-night diner and right up towards the counter. He can’t help but think that seeing you might just be the best part of his week.

You’re eyes catch the stranger’s and you lift an eyebrow in an almost challenging way. You know that you must look haggard, you’re dead on your feet and not doing a damn thing to convince anyone otherwise. He on the other hand looks pretty put together. He’s wearing a soft-looking yellow sweater and a pair of Levis that just seem to go together. His hair is messy in that trendy way and his eyes sparkle under the fluorescent lights. 

Your moment of observation ends when the waitress from before calls out for “Steve”. The stranger perks up and pushes himself up from his semi-reclined position. He makes his way towards the counter where he is then given four large bags worth of food. As each bag gets past into his hands your eyes grow a little wider and when he has a good grip on all of them you finally let out a soft chuckle at the way he becomes lost amongst the sea of to-go boxes. 

“Hungry?” You ask.

“Actually, it’s Steve” he replies not missing a beat. He’s smooth and funny and if you weren't as tired you most definitely would’ve let out a laugh. However, any points he might’ve earned in your book are immediately revoked when he almost drops one of the bags he’s holding. It’s embarrassing, in a really endearing way. 

“You need help?” You offer, and he smiles. 

“Sure, if you’re offering.” Without another word you grab the bag he’s struggling with and motion for him to lead the way. He pushes the diner doors open and makes his way towards the nicest car in the lot. He uses his one free finger to pry open the door to the back door and places the bags on the seats. You offer him the one in your hands and he adds that one to the pile. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, and you can’t help but mirror the smile he has. You don’t respond but give him a single nod and turn back towards the diner doors. You can see your order sitting on the counter, the waitress must’ve called your name while you were out here. 

You look back at the handsome stranger as you reach the doors. You can see him look at you through his mirrors as well. You lift your hand in a small wave and he smiles once more as he speeds out of the parking lot and down the street into the night.

When Steve gets back to his house, arms full of bags and a smile he can’t seem to shake, he pushes open the doors and is immediately met with a handful of gangly teens each grabbing at the bags in his arms. He lets them take them and makes his way towards the living room where the other adults closer to his age lay sprawling across the couch.

“You don’t look nearly as grumpy as you normally do after a Rocket’s run,” Robin observes. 

“I think I found a good reason to not mind as much” He replies not giving too much away about his encounter with the beautiful young woman who helped him with the food. Not knowing that you were sitting alone in your room across town, thinking something very similar to yourself. Maybe you’ll have to make late-night Rocket’s runs more often. You want to see the pretty stranger named Steve one more time, after all. You never told him your name.

[sailoreuterpe]

Brothers In Need Once More

Apparently both of my older brothers are struggling currently. Had I known sooner, I would have put up a post much sooner. Sadly, both brothers have a tendency to suffer in silence–abusive upbringings destroy hope for help. I decided to write up a quick post with both of their information so anyone who is feeling generous has options to help. I’m currently working and sending them money as much as I can. However, I’m in a significant amount of debt myself and I can’t assure them and their children a good holiday without aid.

As usual when I post such situations, I’m open to providing creative returns such as fanart, fanfiction, and so on. Please direct message me here or email me at puff22_2001@yahoo.com if you’re interested. I like to think that my work is decent and I love to create for others.

Zack:

My brother Zack has been struggling for the last several years. He works 50-to-70-hour weeks at Walmart on a permanently-dislocated ankle and with a host of other chronic health problems. He’s currently on the verge of homelessness again and has very little in the way of financial support. His 8-year-old daughter is the sweetest little girl who loves coloring and Frozen. Zack is an amazing person–generous, kind, and wise. He’s one of my favorite fellow members of the LGBT community and he deserves some stability for once.

Amazon Wishlist (Daughter Only)

Amazon Wishlist (Zack Only)

PayPal

Chuck:

My brother Chuck is currently unemployed due to the winter season. Chuck is an independent contractor and he works so hard, even though his jobs keep falling through. As well, Chuck has two beautiful kids: a 16-year-old and a 11-year-old. Chuck is a great person--hardworking, kind, and moral. He’s another one of my favorite members of the LGBT community and all that he wants for his fortieth birthday tomorrow is for his kids to have a good holiday.

Amazon Wishlist (Christmas)

Amazon Wishlist (Chuck Only)

Amazon Wishlist (Eldest Only)

Amazon Wishlist (Tools Only)

Amazon Wishlist (Youngest Only)

Cash App

PayPal

Venmo: ChuckWeismiller/RedLegRevolution

If you'd rather send money to me, my paypal is right here. If I do get any donations, I'll be splitting them three ways: one equal third to each brother now, and one equal third split in equal halves to give them when they visit at the end of December as a surprise.

I truly appreciate any donations, reblogs, or even just supportive thoughts and vibes! I’m trying my best to help my family with my limited resources and Tumblr has been so kind throughout the years. I love you folks so much and I can’t ever thank you enough.

[firespirited]

Yesterday was a big day, I had to do quite the long car ride to get an x-ray with a friendly but right wing indoctrinated driver. Spent 2 hours redirecting regressive if not outright racist politics towards class solidarity and gently nudging him towards local involvement over worrying about big conspiracies. Deployed the 'as a foreigner/immigrant myself' uno reverse card a couple of times 😜. Play oblivious so they have to either admit that it's about race or back away from the subject. There was also a clear opening about not liking Muslim accommodations in schools worded as 'religious influence' and I said "oh! yeah! I'm so sick of wierdo catholics telling us how to live our lives like they own this country!" so fast I couldn't believe that just blurted out. [Catholic school wasn't that terrible actually, the headmaster made sure to keep church and state separate so to speak with opt in catéchisme but baptist and evangelical culture (including 2 years of xian high school) was suffocating and the gaslighting is built in, they nearly crushed the independant thought out of me.]

I'm wiped but mostly from pain, turns out the body braces to adjust to movement in cars and a lot of that goes to your neck. I'd done practice and knew to wear a neck brace and keep as relaxed as possible. I knew the pain was coming and I'm sure glad it only manifested as heavy dizziness on the day, but it’s always breathtaking how much pain a body can deploy in such a variety of ways.

I decided to do a walk anyway this evening as it was cooler than it's been all week and the pain was still at dull 6/10 slight rug burn on the shoulders and nausea levels but had to cut the walk short. It's now at 'I regret even getting out of bed today also my teeth and eyes seem to be reverberating like a glass that's been hit with a fork' levels.

Got to meet this adorable grey cat and it *loved* being scritched. I couldn't get decent photos due to having hands full so you'll have to imagine a smallish cat throwing the full weight of its head into my fingers despite nearly falling off its perch... and totally blissing out. Meanwhile, Lily had trotted down the road and some other cat decided to challenge (?) or seduce (?) her to the point where Lily the dog backed off - she's unfazed by threats usually, even from huge dogs so this cat must have had big energy to make Lily go 'what is wrong with this creature?'. I've never seen anything like that from a cat towards a dog it didn't know before. I have to imagine big floofy cat mistook Lily for another cat.

Fluff ball straight up walked down the road, crossed it and stared down my chill dog like it was going to fight her. *confused shrug* it ran when it saw me though.

I'll probably have to spend most of tomorrow in bed. I'll try and tag everything 'fast reblogged' correctly later on desktop.

Recent finds: dying pleather bags yielded some nice hardware:

[curiosity-killed]

rebirth

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning from erha. Mo Ran wears dark robes and is kneeling, one hand clenched around the blade of his sword, which is propped out in front of him. His head is tipped backwards to look up at Chu Wanning and his other hand clutches Chu Wanning’s left wrist. Chu Wanning stands behind him in a thin white robe that gapes in the collars; his hair is loose and drips down his back and over his shoulder. His head is tilted down toward Mo Ran and eyes closed, and his left hand curls around Mo Ran’s jaw, both cradling his cheek and tipping his head back. His other hand is clenched before Mo Ran’s chest, dragging a dark lotus out by the roots. Dark red and purple veins spread up Mo Ran’s chest from the flower and over his neck and jaw, and the hand clenched around the sword is bleeding. Both of them are crying. The background is mottled dark purples with pale purple smoke roiling around them. A shaft of light cuts through both, like a door partially ajar.]

[synthaphone]

finished my last pet + petpet portrait!!! Junglelecho the ice bori and Skyglider the Gikerot

[allegro-designs]

Who all is helping and what are their alibis for the murder?

Dorothy: ���Well, I suppose that’s a fair place to start… I guess I’ll begin and we’ll go around the room? I’m Dorothy Sweet and I was sick most of this week. My doctor saw me on Tuesday and my mom stayed home with me. You guys?”

Victoria: “Everyone knows Victoria Cooper! I was hosting a happening party at the skating rink for my dear friend’s birthday!

Gunther: “Uh… hello. Gunther Wernig. Pleased to meet you, if under unfortunate circumstances–”

Milton: “And Milton Knight Jr.! We were at Tori’s party, as a matter of fact.”

Jovani: “I am Jovani Rochman and I was studying with a tutor in preparation for my Biology test this Thursday.”

Alice: “Alice Li. Working my mom’s restaurant.”

Nicky: “Nicky Prince, baby! Hot Rod champ and coolest guy in town! I was hanging with my Grease boys that night.”

Dorothy: “Yeah we don’t actually know why he’s here either.”

Nicky: “Hey, little buddy was my friend too once. He’s the one who crossed the line. Plus there’s no way you guys were breaking in here without my help.”

Gunther: “…Also I invited him.”

Nicky: “Hell yeah you did, babe, which is why you’re the best one here.”

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[merigreenleaf]

Tell me what you're working on!

I'm realizing as I see other writeblrs talk about their characters that I really don't know what most of you are writing. (Or I did at one point and it's hard to keep straight.) I'd love to become more familiar with your projects! I'm unfortunately an anxious introvert who's too afraid to initiate conversations and I'm pretty sure the times I'm on Tumblr aren't when anyone else is so I miss a lot of posts.

So I'm wondering if I could get all you writers to reblog this post and ramble about your characters? Or link me to a bio page for them if you have one? Or a page about your stories in general if you have that? If you want to, of course!

Please help out a curious person who stinks at talking to people. Even if we haven't talked, I would love to hear your ramblings! 💚

[rationalclover-blog]

I may have been offline all day, but if there’s one thing I’m gonna pop in for other than ikkent, it’s hecking amnesia: memories. I said I’d do this to let everyone know once it happened so I’M DOING IT NOW:

3 GODDAMN DOLLARS Y’ALL, NO EXCUSE, BUY IT ♥

[arthurbudgerelli]

10/24/22 - Target, Finger, and Clicker

I started doing a little target training with Arthur every hour after he'd been up for a few hours. And I mean really only a little. Like, I would get up from my desk, wash my hands and then do two or three instances where he would touch the stick, click and get a treat. I think I did this about three times, which is probably a good place to start. I don't want to go overboard

Speaking of going overboard, I definitely did a training session that was too long and asked for too much

I started with some target training, and I think i should have kept with that if i wanted to do that. But after a little bit of that, i wanted to see if he would step up, and we did make some decent progress on that actually. But again, I pushed a little too hard and he got nervous. So he fluttered a bit.

He also got a little possessive of the millet which surprised me. Like he didn't quite bite me, but he almost did. I definitely should have stopped before that

I might do one more iteration of clicker training just to make sure I'm not ending training on a bad note. But something not hands focused. Later I'll reblog tomorrow's plan

[pasta5284]

you answered an anonymous ask on feb 20 of this year (/post/676744138081927168/do-you-still-talk-to-zazabiacantharea-ive-been), and if that person is still around and still looking for me then hey, email me. thanks a million. soweli@proton.me

i'll reblog this tomorrow at a decent hour but other anon if you're out there,

[mustlovelance]

as to why this lion wouldn’t have been mentioned before--that’s an interesting question. clearly its existence wasn’t a secret (if it did exist lol), since they had mural depictions of it. this mural depiction specifically draws the white lion off to the side, away from both voltron and the cheering crowd. I think this was the usual arrangement--voltron comprised of the five lions, and a sixth lion existing separately from it. 

maybe this sixth lion was still a work-in-progress (halted by the war), or maybe it was defective, or maybe it was always intended to operate independently. that last option could be very useful if they want allura to pilot a lion and pilot the castle; she isn’t part of forming voltron, so she can move between the two as needed.

when you mentioned the ray of light, I looked at it again, and I realized--I don’t think that could be anything but a sixth lion. it’s within that ray of light. it was absolutely intended to be part of this mural. if it isn’t a sixth lion, then what is it? what other possible explanation exists? 

i was trying to figure out how lance could get blue back, allura could still pilot a lion (if she wants to?), and shiro could return as black paladin.

in my desperation, i had a revelation.

this trailer opens up with this shot, in which voltron is fully formed, yet there’s another lion off to the side. they’re going to explore the origins of voltron eventually, and they’ve already shown that it’s different from the 80′s version. although the narration says “word of voltron has spread”, suggesting it was only recently created, the cracks on this area of wall make it an unsuitable place to create such a piece, so this must have been damage over time. 

now, if it was a white lion in that picture… 

in the 80′s voltron episode “secret of the white lion”, allura runs off to chase this white lion because she thinks it has the spirit of her father. in actuality, the lion is one of haggar’s robeasts in disguise. 

the thing is, few concepts have been directly replicated from the 80′s version, which is why speculation based on it is often useless. fundamentally, the show is different. in the 80′s, zarkon was just one of many kings in the drule empire, voltron stayed on allura’s planet of arus most of the time, voltron was a “defender” not an “attacker”, etc. 

however, the writers have used it as inspiration in creative ways. examples: shiro’s scar across his face is in the exact same place that the blood was when shirogane (golion only) died, the cat was haggar’s in the 80′s but now belongs to one of lotor’s generals, lance has a crush-type thing on the princess in both versions but it manifests itself very differently, the sentries are a product of the 80′s version insisting that all the drule enemies were robots so that destroying them wouldn’t upset the censors, arus is the name of the planet on which allura’s ship landed and was the name of 80′s allura’s planet, alfor existed as a spirit rather than an AI in the 80′s, etc. 

to go out on a total limb here, what if they take the whole “allura connected to white lion” concept and run in a totally different direction with it, as they have with so many other things?

the sixth lion, if it exists, was separate from the other five who formed voltron together. maybe it was created after the fact, and is under galra control at the moment. 

so what if they found the white lion, and it wanted allura as its paladin?

this doesn’t offer a solution to the whole “who is piloting the castle?” conundrum, but i’m desperate here, alright.