#it's stiff competition for me

[spacedewey]

My natural physical reaction to music comes from a lifetime of punk and metal shows. Any music. When Lucy Dacus says "hummingbirds" in this song, I'm ready to go fuckin apeshit.

Just headbanging and jumping around my kitchen to very soft music while I'm trying to do the dishes. I don't understand it, either. Fun tho

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[tiffysdeath]

i love evans quicksilver but his wig in days of future past is.. interesting..

[why-bless-your-heart]

Literally how does Amanda Tapping have the most beautiful smile in the world

[lightyaoigami]

I hate to tell you this bestie but if your hunger response has faded away due to lack of eating over time you may have an ED. I understand not eating enough food because it takes a lot of energy and it's hard, but I just hope you take a closer look and please take care of yourself <3

[braintapes]

(Obligatory 'if you're playing/interested in Lobotomy Corporation and haven't gotten to any of this, spoiler warning!)

Thinking about Hokma Lobotomy Corp so much 2day. How all he wants is to spend more time with those he loves. How thoughtful and observant and caring he is but how his regrets and guilt have accumulated, snowballed over time. How he sees and refers to himself as an "old man." How tired he looks and yet how sincerely and warmly he greets you when you first meet him. How he genuinely wants to get along with you and spend time with you because he's the only Sephirah who actually does like you.

How due to the nature of the game, you only get to meet him at the very end of your journey. How you literally CANNOT spend much time with him at all the way you can the upper and middle layer Sephirot. All he wants is for that fleeting moment of what he felt was real friendship to last forever. No wonder he melts down so easily. After watching you and watching the facility and languishing in an endless cycle of meaningless time repeated over and over, he finally gets to face you again. Both of you changed and weighed down by that flow of time. But finally face to face again. Finally. "How can I ever be more thankful than I am right now? You're just too kind to me, kind to the very end."

And then just as quickly, you're about to be gone again. Ripped away from his hands by the cruel, iron ones of time. And this time you may not be coming back again. The moment he thought he could preserve forever threatens to end...

Thinking about how honest and genuine he is, hoping that perhaps his sentiment will reach you, for once. How despite everything, he chastises himself and bears the burden of blame and guilt. "I have always wanted to be an important part of your life." That line alone is heart-shattering, but also in the context of how he exists when he says it. Everything that's been done to him to get him there and he still greets you this way.

Don't talk to me I want to give this old man a hug so so badly .

[diseaseriddencube]

on one hand I feel overwhelmingly compelled to righteously add my name to the wiki as the angel who granted us with the stage play

on the other I'm not the kind of person to vandalize wikis... otherwise poor Jan has to fix my goofing around 😔

[justaghostingon]

Love Me to Death Chapter 52 Reactions:

Riiiight. Because a shirtless hunk on a ship full of repressed religious people is gonna blend in reeeeal well.

[spookykingdomstarlight]

there will be no escaping the urge to listen to 《余年》 on repeat for the rest of the day

[siflshonen]

The more I think about it the more I really think Todoroki Shoto, Kirishima Eijiro, Aizawa Shota and Yamada Hizashi are the kindest characters in BNHA

[jasminethetransvampire]

Of all of the fics you've written, which is your favorite and why?

Okay so I know that the "right" answer in this situation is to be like "Oh no, I couldn't possibly pick a favourite, they're all my babies!", but apparently I'd make a shitty parent cause I definitely like some of my children more than others. That being said however, I still can't pick just one favourite, so I'm picking two. Namely, the currently ongoing chapter-based fic Through You and the exhaustingly named Another Way to Feel What You Didn't Want Yourself to Know (And Let Yourself Go)

Both fics are works of passion that I'm really, genuinely proud of. Through You may have had its ups and downs in terms of quality, but I love the story I've told so far and I'm excited to tell the rest of it (even though it takes me time to do so). I'm so in love with the characters and the versions of them I'm portraying in this AU, I truly love writing for them. It also fits perfectly in my favourite genre: Sad girls having good times. Another Way wrung all the blood, sweat and tears I could afford to give out of me, and it was absolutely worth it. It's an angst bomb, a character study, and full of so much love and acceptance for a protagonist who could really fucking using it. It's a fix-it, and it turns out I bloody love writing fix-its. Like genuinely, writing this fic made me feel better about the world.

[venacoeurva]

I just found out about the skyrim sexyman polls and YEAH TELDRYN SWEEP BABY

[princekirijo]

The Devil May Cry series has some of the best video game music of all time

[zhaozaipalooza]

POV: There are only 3 days left to have your say on the Palooza Prompts and these two find out you haven't voted yet.

[shitpostingkats]

Currently, it is my fondest wish in the world to one day own a replica of the poncho Yusei wears in crashtown.

[hudbannonarchive]

shadow might be sam’s most girl episode of all time