#insert shrug emoji

[waveoftheocean]

"i can see it in his eyes" 🥰

[dreamsteddie]

There is something so beautiful and melancholy about the idea of failed rockstar Eddie who was on the verge of being a major hit but ended up giving up his dreams because he didn't like who he was turning into.

Eddie who leaves Hawkins behind as quickly as he can and dedicates his entire life, every waking moment, to building up his music career. He sleeps on couches for years, staying with whoever will take him in for a night or two in exchange for a bump of coke or joint from the remains of his sizeable Reefer Kick stash. He carries everything he owns in the back of his trunk. Amp, wires, guitars, clothes, etc and basically converts it into a portable practice studio.

He plays every gig he can get his hands on. Playing as a last-minute substitute guitar or base for any band that calls, playing for pop bands and punk bands alike until he convinces enough people to join up with him and start a new metal band.

With the band comes more stability, for a while. They share a cramped two-bedroom among the five of them. Writing and jamming every day, going home to smoke up and decompress.

Just over four years after Eddie lands in the city, they play their first real show. A show at a respectable, if small, bar venue with people in the audience there to see them. People sing their songs and dance to their music. It's not sold out, not even close really, but it's the start of something big, they can all feel it. That night they go out to the club around the block with a couple of people who came to the show and party harder than Eddie ever has before. He wakes up with that distinctly fuzzy feeling the next morning that tells him he dipped into the harder drugs the night before, something he hasn't done since he learned his dad passed three years ago.

It scares him. He can't remember anything past walking into the club last night. He doesn't remember anything he did or said and desperately hopes he didn't do anything weird with a fan, but he brushes it off. Tells himself it was a one-time thing, a celebration of their success. They deserved to let loose, right?

Except it wasn't a one-time thing. In fact, it turns into an almost every night kind of thing, and as their fan base grows what feels like overnight, the parties grow in intensity with them. They play their hearts out on stage, eventually selling out all of the smaller local venues and moving on to the larger, more serious ones. The occasional disagreement over music between the band members turns into larger, more personal arguments. Eventually, they reach Fleetwood Mac Rumors Era levels of drama. Everyone is sleeping around, the drugs are out of control, and they can't hardly stand to be in the same room together anymore, only pulling it together enough to go on stage at the end of the day.

Eddie lives that handful of years in a daze. It can mostly be attributed to the copious amounts of alcohol he's turned to to cope with the stress, but he uses his fair share of snow to keep himself in the creative spirit too. It feels inevitable when he reaches a kind of low he doesn't know if he can come back from.

Eddie wasn't a saint, but he has always sworn off meth. It was the thing that killed his mom. He remembers the way she'd wasted away, the days when she seemed crazed, and how sorry she was to him when she stabilized. The regret in her eyes when she looked at him. But when he's asked if he wants a needle all he can think about is the prospect of spending the rest of his life stuck with this band full of people he can't stand and people who can't stand him if the record deal they've been negotiating goes through, and it feels like it will.

Thinks of what all his hard work will mean if it doesn't.

He says yes.

Wakes up the next day starfished in the alley of an apartment he doesn't recognize staring up at the little sliver of blue sky he can see between the fire escapes and weeps. He's become exactly the kind of person he never wanted to be, some asshole almost rich guy laying in a damp alleyway all alone with no real friends.

Eddie lies there for an hour just thinking. Trying to remember when the last time he called Wayne was. Thinking of all the girls he slept with when he probably shouldn't have, when they were both too fucked up to make the right choice. Thinks of his mom and dad.

Tries to remember the last time he made the world a better place to live in instead of contributing to the filth.

He gets up and leaves. Leaves it all behind. Gets in a taxi to take him to where his van is parked by the venue from last night. Frantically takes everything out of the back and leaves it on the street. The only things that remain are the few keepsakes he brought with him to the city and his acoustic, the one his mom left him and Wayne helped him paint. The amps, his sweetheart, and the performance wear all get dumped on the side of the road and then he's jumping into the front seat and stearing himself toward Hawkins.

Hours of driving leads him back home to Hawkins Indiana, the one place he promised never to return. Hawkins has seen a boom in the last few years, it seems. More shops, a bigger main street. He even spots a proper cafe. It all feels less haunted than he remembers. More people, fewer familiar faces. The trailer park, though, looks almost the same as it did the day he left, right down to the sight of his uncle lounging on the porch, waiting patiently for whatever comes next the way he always has.

Wayne doesn't ask any questions, not right away. He just scoops his nephew up in his arms and holds him in the cool morning air. He always knew his nephew better than anyone else, never needed words to know when he needed his uncle to help hold up the weight of the world.

And that's how Eddie finds his way back home. It takes a while for him to feel well enough to face the world again. A mixture of detoxing and coming to terms with the feeling of starting back at the beginning, like the last six years of his life didn't even happen leaves him licking his wounds in his partially empty childhood bed. It looks the same way it did when he walked out the front door.

When he does come back to the world, he starts small. Stepping out on the porch to share a cup of coffee with his uncle feels like one of the hardest things he's ever done. Maybe the most important.

He's proven right when he steps out to find he's not the only guest his uncle is entertaining this morning. Another resident of the park has already claimed the second chair as his own.

Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who never made it out of Hawkins but also never regretted it. Who's made a small, happy life for himself here in the trailer park after his parents kicked him out for good when he turned 20. Who works part-time under the table at Miller's Mechanic and collects disability checks for the lost leg and minor brain damage he got from a car accident at 21. Steve Harrington who keeps his uncle company and makes sure he has everything he needs, taking care of the other residents in the park to the best of his ability doing easy car maintenance, babysitting, or just offering company to the more lonely residents.

Steve is so different from the guy Eddie vaguely knew in high school that he might as well be a stranger. They all sit and talk together for the entire morning, laughing and sharing stories. Steve never asks about where he's been or why he's back and Eddie wishes he could tell Steve how much he appreciates it.

Before Steve heads back he asks if Eddie would like to come over after he gets back from his shift. Asks if he wants to drink a beer and watch a movie. Eddie is quick, maybe too quick judging by the sympathetic look Steve sends his way, to turn down the beer and scoop up the movie invitation like the precious thing it is. There's something about Steve that soothes his soul. An easy connection between them that Eddie hopes they both feel.

Steve kisses him that night, slow and easy like they've been doing it their whole lives. Like they didn't basically meet for the first time this morning. Like Eddie hasn't been in denial about his sexuality for his entire life. Eddie cries at the warmth it fills him with. Steve just cradles him by the cheeks and lets him. That night Eddie doesn't go back to Wayne's. He lets Steve drag him to bed and hold him close. Lets him tangle their legs together and breathe warm air into the crown of his head until morning.

Steve shows Eddie how to live a life without dreams. A life without ambition but full of love and comfort. A life without plans, but with the knowledge that every day someone who loves you will kiss you when you wake up and hold you through the night.

[alien-slushie]

Kaminari: Do I even weigh anything to you?

Midoriya: No. It's like holding a couple of grapes.

[dentalhoney]

Perusing about Mercari, and this description on a BSD tapestry is... quite fair.

[abitterberryblog]

hey, you. let's take a break. the rest of the world can wait.

[full---ofstarlight]

mark of the apostate or something like that haha

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tiddies out version below the cut ◔ω◔

[sntechsupport]

Hey, how accurate is that one sburb wiki that's run by gnomes? I know they got a few things wrong early on because they didn't know the game tailors itself to the player's species and their only outside source was that gamefaqs guide from that one session that got famous, but as long as I'm viewing the wiki later in the timestream after they started getting more editors I don't see anything that's obviously incorrect.

Fuck me if I know. It's not any one official wiki. (There is no official wiki, and strictly speaking this blog is ran on the side, too.) And we don't exactly have the capacity to crawl through wikis to check for their reliability. We have a code to duct-tape together.

Sincerely

SN Tech Support (Gear)

[welcome-home-my-beloved]

Do you think Howdy talks like that 'cause he is from "The Big Apple" (New York City)?

[golden-redhead]

it's my annual Obsessing Over Teen Titans All Over Again time. how fun!

[somaticmilk]

More gambling money

[infallible-ineffability]

I’m pretty sure the names appear at the same time, just that since Michael’s against lighter background it catches the eyes later, but eh, not a hill I wish to die on

David finally got his wish! Now he is listed first in the title sequence :) Season 1:

Season 2:

[oh-gh0st]

lazy pinterest redraws featuring my 6 favorite NEETs + others (2nd edition)

[arcadewonder]

[ ♫ ]

[lilyrizzy]

For the kink ask: milking (prostate or tits I will accept both gladly) 💜

cw: girl daniel & lactation kink because i am who i am lol

"Daniel," Max says, his voice half a whine already as he shoves open the door to his drivers room. "Daniel, what are you-"

The rest of his words die on his lips. Daniel already knows what he's looking at, and for once it's not how she's sat with both of her hands resting on her bump, the tight pull of one of Max's Red Bull t-shirts-the only thing that fit's these days- around it.

"Hi Maxy."

She can feel the smirk she can't quite hide spread across her face, watching his eyes move from meeting hers, down to the wet patch over her nipples and back again. "How was practice?"

Like she doesn't know, like she didn't watch him set the fastest time sat besides the mechanics, throbbing.

He ignores her words, taking two steps closer before pausing again, looking- Lost. By now, he's usually worming his hands into her jeans, dipping between her legs. Eager for a taste, with hands splayed possessively over her belly, like it's his reward. It makes her giddy, the way that even now when she feels uncomfortably huge, he can't get enough.

"You are leaking," is all he says, voice cracked with something wanting, "Daniel, you-"

He looks at her with raw desperation, and she spreads her legs. It's the only invitation he needs to bridge the gap, to kneel between them and start pawing at her shirt, shoving it upwards and out of the way.

"I know," she says, conversationally as though her head isn't already spinning. "It's a little earlier than with Mil's, but I guess this is the perk of triplets."

Max isn't listening she doesn't think, just whining when he finds that she's wearing a bra, another barrier between him and what he wants. His thumbs pause to trace over the soaked gold satin. An impractical choice for maternity underwear, but something she's wearing for Max, for luck.

He might win the championship tomorrow.

"Sh, baby, it's okay," she promises, reaching behind herself to unclasp it. Looser now, he can pull it away from her aching tits, and he groans. Daniel almost makes a noise too, taking in her dark nipples, budded up and shiny-wet.

There's no more hesistation. Cupping one in the palm of his hand, Max leans in and sucks the other nipple into his mouth, plush lips pursed around it. His eyes have slipped shut, and against her leg, Daniel can feel where he throbs in his pants in time to the first drink he takes from her.

"Thank you Maxy," she murmurs, and he whimpers around her, the vibration making her cunt clench. "You're always so good. Cleaning me up."

[helicoprinus]

(1) Depends on if it's "just not participating" vs "actively working against the flight"

(2) Actively sending fodder to the other side is a bit of a dick move, esp if your flight is coming in at a disadvantage (such as ice having drastically shortened prep time this last battle compared to water). Like at least use the flight AH maybe

(3) All for getting that money, but like, don't hurt the entire flight just to spite the dom team, I say as an ember who was 120% ready to jump ship a month ago bc of dom team issues (on the other hand, can one person Really do enough damage for this argument to hold much weight? probably not but). Dom is about getting benefits for the entire flight, not showing how much you do or do not get along with like 4 people on the site. At the very least it's not In The Spirit Of Things to try to make the other side win

honest questions: 1) do you guys think it's bad not to support your flight during a battle? 2) in answering that question, does it make a difference for you whether the person dumps the fodder on the ah to be picked up by anyone (thus leaving a 50% chance their flight would be the one exalting it anyway) or whether they send fodder to the opposite flight on purpose? like is the latter worse to you? is the former? or is it all the same? 3) do the motivations matter to you? would you feel more kindly towards someone whose primary motivation was disagreements with their flight's dom team/desire to support the other team vs. someone who simply chose to do what made them the most money?

ik everybody can do whatever they want all the time, it's a dragon game. i'm not asking whether you think anybody has the RIGHT to deny their flight support during a battle. nor am i asking because how these questions are answered changes what i plan to do next time my flight battles. i don't need personal validation. i'm just curious about how various people in the community think of these things

[full---ofstarlight]

nonexhaustive list of smutty ideas ive rotated in my head that maybe one day i'll write more than three sentences about slash draw???????????????//// idk

Delvyre and shadowheart scissoring

Halsin fisting Delvyre

Delvyre using gale’s face to fuck her pussy 

Devlyre rugan tiddy fuck

Devlyre gale first time sloppy bj 

Isadora threesome w cullen and bull spitroasting

Isadora cullen under the desk blowjob

Artemis threesome w peebee and liam

Artemis liam first time eating 

Calderon spanking Selene

Zevran celeste neck kisses fingering

Reese biting Camille’s tits

Reese monster form camille doggy style