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before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.
you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"
and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.
it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.
you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.
in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.
the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.
you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.
after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.
the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.
you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.
#warm up#writeblr#this is also about being ace btw#my identity has slowly shifted over time and maybe if everyone is REAL cool i'll talk bout it#bc it's complicated and nuanced. but this is like#trying to warn u that if you find it “relationship upkeep” to have sex with ur partner#and don't actually enjoy it or seek it for urself. u might just not be attracted to them.#which is fine ! ace ppl can be perfectly happy in any relationship they feel good in!#but also i wasn't as straight as i had expected!#> the first time i saw dick i was like. huh. oh okay that's fine i guess#> the first time i saw pussy i was like. WAIT ACTUALLY HANG ON I GET IT#i just assumed sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be ya know#but also like. btw? this IS NOT saying ''u might be gay not ace''#bc tbh i'm grey ace/demisexual#it's saying u might not be into ur partner. explore urself & ur feelings. turn inward.#TAKE THIS IN THE MANNER IT WAS MEANT> GENTLE AND KIND#AND NOT IN A WEIRD INTERNET WAY PLEASE#bc the truth is that there ARE ppl who are gay who assume that they just ''don't like'' sex#and ace ppl who might need a different partner w/different needs#and i would have REALLY needed to hear ''check in w/urself about if u actually like sex''#WAY EARILIER in my life. but nobody said anything bc they assume if ur having sex. u like it.#not just the actual act of sex. not once ur turned on. do you ACTUALLY like it. or is it a burden?#even if ur gay. check w/urself. maybe ur more ace than u realized. in which case. ADDITIONAL FLAG BB#i love collecting my flags. i'm at like 354 at this point#but also btw this is about how toxic relationships are SO normalized that u can be in one#and have everyone around u being like ''THATS JUST MEN LOL''
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i couldn't figure out why the tension on the rigid heddle was so bad, nor why it seemed worse every time i pick it up.
i think i've cracked the case.
anyhow, my next big-loom project was going to be tea towels, but now i think it's going to be a cat hammock.
#weaving#cats#fibre crafts#please excuse the grocery bags in the background#i hadn't gotten around to taking toiletries etc to where they belong so they were just hanging out#smartest raccoon i know
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@lilpy what if this is how we all die
#michael sheen#fucking michael sheen man#gasping for breath#good omens#good omens 2#aziraphale#is he just like. hanging out in the aziraphale search on twitter#michael#please#i’m not strong enough for bearded aziraphale
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ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)
#dc comics#batfamily#damian wayne#stephanie brown#dick grayson#talia al ghul#duke thomas#cassandra cain#mine#woo new art tag. please god let me keep this up all year#uhh anyway yeah! still a big backlog of sketches but i got burnt out which means i had time to collect some#i feel like my art looks. extremely different w/o lines compared to with? idk i worry that's it weird/off-putting#but hey at the end of the day I'm hardly worrying about my brand integrity on tumblr dot com#duke and cass being at poetry club is based on them canonically being into poetry and for a good while duke and jason got along well#Steph is there for both jason and cass' emotional support (unfortunately there's a design flaw. she can't do both simultaneously)#(which is fine bc cass is fleeing the scene at the idea of having to casually hang out with jason)#(they're the exact amount of similar and more importantly different that it's like putting two firecrackers together. bad)#i really like the steph mask designs... it'd be fun to do something with them but idk what y'know?#I'm just like. if we're assuming that her mask has to be different from both babs and cass then this is what I've got as alternatives#i mostly wanted to practice character interaction with the talia and damian one... and also i love them#looking at james gunns batman movie proposal. you keep your hands OFF HER MR GUNN#please if shes evil in a movie they're never gonna let her be good in the comics again 😭#dc when you inevitably cave and do your next big reboot let the ppl finally have the son of the demon origin (w/ tweaks of course)#idk it's canon in my heart. heartcanon if you will <3#anyway yeah uhhhhhh enjoy?
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my martha knight au in a nutshell:
Danny/Martha: see up here?
Danny/Martha: *taps skull*
Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage
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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*
Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--
Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--
Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--
Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--
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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself
Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)
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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid
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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--
Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!
Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?
Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)
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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.
Danny/Martha: do you understand me
Falcone:... crystal, ma'am
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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*
Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*
Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--
(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)
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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.
Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.
Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]
#if martha could become the joker in one timeline if bruce died then she had to have SOMETHIGN going on up there mentally. im all for it#im a 'martha wayne may have been secretly batshit' truther. subscribing to bruciemilf's portrayal of the wayne parents#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#fem danny fenton#female danny fenton#martha knight au#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#dp x dc#giving danny fenton psychological issues since 2022 folks#points at marthadanny: she's a hot mess with unprocessed trauma and psychological prblems. she's hanging on by a thread#LISTEN TO AFTER ALL BY CHRISTINE EBERSOLE THAT SUMS UP MARTHADANNY ENTIRELY#bruce your mom is even crazier than you. how is that possible. her trauma has trauma.#marthadanny: i dont wanna talk about my feelings OR my trauma i want to raise my son. go away#martha: who knew that being a child hero without any support would result in deeply rooted psychological issues and paranoia in spades#marthadanny: im fine (<- experienced liar. is not fine. please god someone restrain her before she claws someone's eyes out)#she has eyebags the size of the savanna and wields red lipstick like a weapon. she's going to rob a rich man blind. she has a baby to feed#what would a mother not do for her child? what heights would a mother not climb.#and you're shaken to your soul with an ache that you cant erase. like the tears you never cried but still keep scrubbing off your face.#there's a pain you cant imagine. the little talk that keeps you wide awake that somehow turns to bold determination that you wont ever make#the same mistake. so you've got to feed your little future and ensure her talent poise and charm might just grow up and save you after all#fun fact bruce and danny's birthdays are exactly one week apart. danny is Feb.12 and Bruce is Feb.19. take that as you will :)
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Hey there! I read both Reprogrammed and Decoded and was blown away. Unfortunately (sorta), my odd little brain had one little question that was burning from the end of Reprogrammed till the end of the story: what about the Wild Kratts Kids? How did they react to Chris's disappearance/return? I know if I were 8 and my teacher (i guess thats an okay metaphor? maybe?) randomly disappeared for 3 months and came back 10 pounds lighter with dozens of new scars and white hair in their early twenties, I'd be a little torn up/curious. How would Chris feel about showing up on screen in front of a bunch of kids in his state? Would he...wear a...hat...or something...? I don't know, just thoughts lol
They never told the public that Chris was missing (Didn't wanna scare the kids or give the Villains the knowledge that they were vulnerable)
And being out in the most rural parts of the world, it's not uncommon for them to go months without any sort of public appearance. For now, Martin is handling any sort of press alone until Chris is ready to be back in the public eye.
But of course they still run into a wild kratts kid every once and a while.
He's still working on his alibi.....
#wild kratts#littlecrittereli#chris kratt#wk reprogrammed au#reprogrammed au#martin kratt#asks#wild kratts fanart#wild kratts au#kratt brothers#wk decoded#I'd like to think they arent super mainstream celebrities#like in the scientific world? legends ofc#but like the average joe probably doesnt really know who they are#but they end up on the news every so often for their breakthroughs in biology and robots#(well Aviva gets on the news)#The brothers are just the poster boys LOL#they definitely avoid the press as much as possible though#they only do public appearances when they absolutely have to for like... grant and funding reasons... they would much rather be in the fiel#they are 100% more interested in animals than the fame AHAHA#they are like oh my god please leave us alone and let us hang out with animals#(they always have time to educate the kids though)#(and they volunteer to lecture at colleges every so often too)
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on the one hand, i think merrill should be in datv because lore-wise her arc perfectly intertwines with the narrative of the veilguard (elven history, gods and magic are her thing; not to mention that we're literally going to travel primarily through eluvians), and also perfectly fits the main theme (there is so much in merrill's story that has to do with regret). on the other hand, i think merrill should be in datv because she'd love to hang out with bellara and davrin and also she's always wanted to pet a griffon
#hear me out. she'd be so excited to meet bellara. that's a fellow dalish researcher!#who also seems to be quirky and friendly! bellara would befriend her in a heartbeat i just know it#but also davrin! that's a dalish grey warden! and merrill's long lost friend was also a grey warden! a marvelous coincedence#and she's never heard of other dalish wardens! she'd like to hear ALL about it#about his clan and where he came from and what it's like to be a warden#can't believe the people merrill would like to meet so much and who don't seem like they would treat her like a fool and a weirdo#are hanging out on the other side of the continent. that's SO UNFAIR#someone please call varric's friend who has an experience with eluvians and knows a lot of dalish lore and invite her to the lighthouse#merrill#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard
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Don't You Want Me (Baby?) Pt 2
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Steve and Eddie are either hooking up or dating - and are about as bad at keeping a secret as they are dealing with their feelings. (Dustin POV)
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Dustin was criss cross on the couch the next day eating a rainbow of cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons when he saw it.
“What’s that?” He said, taking the morning paper right out from under his mother’s nose.
“Dusty!” She chided, sitting up in her recliner. “I was just getting to my horoscope.”
“Sorry, mom.” He said distantly. He read over the ad again and his grew ear to ear. This was too perfect!
Eddie’s been too busy with his dumb girlfriend to hang out with them in forever.
Well, there might be no better way to reel him back in than a Creature from The Black Lagoon re-run. Ok, it was at the drive through a town over - but Eddie literally can’t say no! He loved classic horror (even after everything they’d seen in living color.)
Dustin kept the outer page and returned the rest.
“Thanks mom! Also, Cancer’s should keep an eye out for big opportunities on the horizon.” He yelled back over his shoulder as he ran over to the phone. He paused as listen to the line ring. “And let their kid go out with his friends tonight!”
“Now where does it say that…” His mom tutted, far too used to Dustin’s Dustining to be surprised by almost anything.
“Come on…” Dustin mumbled impatiently on the fifth or sixth ring.
“Wayne here.”
“Hi Mr. Munson! It’s Dustin Henderson, is Eddie there?”
“Eds, it’s for you.” Kind of surprising his uncle was up at this hour. Usually he was sleeping in to prepare for the next nightshift. Maybe he got the rare weekend off. Good for him.
“You’ve reached The Dark Lord Baelzabub’s office, can I take a message?”
“Eddie! Right! So!” Dustin ignored him, already shooting off at 60 miles an hour. “There’s this thing going on, it’s tonight - and I swear, your gonna be off the wall when you hear about it cause they never have good stuff on out here - “ Eddie cut him off.
“Woah, there. You said tonight? Cause no can do compadre.”
“But!” Dustin sputtered. “You’re not gonna wanna miss this Eddie I’m telling you.”
“Sorry, little man. Can we do uh, I could do tomorrow. Wait actually shit, not tomorrow.”
“No, we can’t - it’s only happening tonight, if you’ll just let me tell you what it - “
“Sorry, man. I’m not gonna make it. I’m uh, I’m -“ he sighed.
“Busy.” That fucking Judas…..
“Yeeeeah. Look Henderson, I’m sorry. I’ll catch the next one ok, man. I promise.“
“Right. Yeah.” Dustin wasn’t pouting. He wasn’t.
They didn’t stay on the line long. He sighed and glared at the phone. Fuck it, fuck Eddie - they were still going. And then next week at Hellfire when Eddie asked about they’re weekend they’ll tell him how awesome it was and how much fun they had without him. Then he’ll regret blowing Dustin off.
He picked up the phone again.
“Harrington residence.” Oh right, Steve’s alleged parents were in town.
“Uh, hi. It’s Dustin Henderson. Can I talk to Steve. Please.” He said, only just managing to remember his manners.
“Steve, honey, your little friends on the phone.” Mrs. Harrington said.
“Hey man, what’s up. Wait, I’m gonna stop you right now. No I can’t give you a ride.”
Dustin sputtered indignantly.
“What you just assume I only call you when I need a favor.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You just called to say hi.” Steve corrected himself. Then he paused, clearly waiting.
“Yeah.” Dustin huffed. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Steve repeated pleasantly.
“So uh, how’s uh, how the uh,” Dustin’s eyes darted around the room trying to latch onto something via image/word association. He made eye contact with the portrait of a calico tabby his mother had needle pointed into a throw pillow. “- your cat?”
“How’s your cat?” Steve shot back.
“Hey, woah, low blow!”
“So is this call a welfare check for my nonexistent cat or?”
“No! I, uh - your parents! They’re in town - “
“Dustin.”
“Well… - Look, ok so I thought wouldn’t Steve enjoy if we all went out tonight and - “
“And there it is. Look, I already got plans tonight: So...”
“You too?” Double Judas!
Steve had said all his weekend plans were canceled since his parents were at the house!
“Yeah, well, the plan changed.” Dustin was running out of chauffeurs…
After a minute of huffing, he called Will. At least he seemed properly enthusiastic.
“One thing though. How are we supposed get all the way out there?”
“You’re gonna get Jonathan to drive us.” Dustin said confidently. Will however, hesitated.
“I’m not sure. I think he said he was going on a date with Nancy tonight.”
“Seriously?” Dustin huffed. “Jesus Christ. Well, you’re gonna convince him then.”
“I dunno.”
“Come on, Will. We’re counting on you here. All our licensed friends have betrayed and abandoned us. You gotta come through on this.” Will didn’t say anything. “Just pull the kidnapped by monsters card! Right? Say the creature feature will be therapeutic, or something!”
“Fine. I’ll ask.” Will sighed.
Will could be convincing when he needed to be. Thing is, he didn’t even really have to try. It was those damned puppy dog eyes. That’s what got Dustin, Mike, and Will in the back seat of Jonathan’s Lincoln.
They invited Lucas but he couldn’t make it after coming down with a bad case of relatives-in-town. It turned out for the best considering Nancy was occupying the passenger seat. Looking beleaguered.
Jonathan found a spot with a decent view and put the vehicle in park. He looked over to his girlfriend with a forced optimism.
“See? Not so bad.”
Nancy smiled tightly, looking at the adolescents crammed into the back. Mike made a face at her, and because it was genetically hardwired into them both, she returned it.
“Uh huh. Romantic.” She said, turning around to watch the opening credits. Will had told Dustin they were on the rocks. He might even feel a little bit guilty for intruding on date night but they were short on options here.
“Can we get snacks?” Mike asked Jonathan.
“Uh, sure. We can go over there. Did your uh, parents give you money for snacks?” Jonathan said.
Dustin and Mike shook their heads.
“Oh uh…” Jonathan fumbled with his wallet, shifting around in the coin pouch. Will very quietly looked at his shoes. Mike seemed to notice because had opened his mouth like he was about to say something to him. But then after a pause, turned back to the front.
“Actually, Jonathan got us slushies last time.” Mike said loudly.
“And he gave us money for the arcade the other week.” Dustin said, picking up quickly.
“Yeah, it’s not his turn to pay.” Mike said.
Will’s seemed to relax a little, his shoulders becoming not so tightly hunched.
“Oh. Ok.” Jonathan said, obviously somewhat relieved himself.
“It’s your turn.” Mike said, kicking that back of Nancy’s chair.
“Excuse me?” She said, turning to glare at him.
“It’s your turn to pay for the snacks. Come on, you have a job.”
“I’m not your babysitter.” She rolled her eyes. She decisively turned her back to them again.
“We should have gone with Eddie.” Mike whispered.
“Yeah well he’s, busy.” Dustin whispered back, making air quote finger bunnies. “Besides, that guy barely has money for gas. Steve wouldn’t let us starve though.”
Mike huffed, rolling his eyes at the mere mention of the guy.
Dustin settled back into his seat, looking out the window at a couple passing their car on the way back from the concession stand. He could smell the popcorn in their bucket.
Wait a minute. Is that -
No fucking way. Speak of the devil, I guess…
Dustin peered across the rows and yup, that was Eddie’s van. Hard to mistake that piece of junk for anything else that passed for road legal.
“That fucking bastard!” Dustin whispered.
‘Busy.’ Right. Busy going out to see a movie - without Dustin!
And also the rest of the party.
“Hey where are you going?” Mike said, but Dustin was already out of the car.
Mike and Will scrambled to follow him.
“Wait, where are you guys- “ Jonathan’s reaction time was a bit slow.
“They’re fine.” Nancy said.
“Ok just don’t be gone too long.” Jonathan said, ineffectually.
“Where are we going?” Mike said.
“Look.” Dustin gestured at the van, positively aggrevied.
Dustin stomped over. He could see through the window from there. Nobody was even in the front. He ditched them to come see a movie he couldn’t be bother to actually watch. Now that really grinded his gears. It was with righteous fury he banged his fist against the side of the van.
Dustin cracked a satisfied smile when he heard a yelp and the metal sounds of someone banging around in the back.
“Watch this.” He whispered. Then he dropped his voice a few octaves and with an Oscar worthy Hopper Impersonation said, “This is the police. We know what you’ve been up to.”
Mike had to bury a snicker behind his hands.
“Hey man, I know my rights - “ Eddie cracked the back door, sticking his head out. His eyes grew very wide. “Oh you can not be fucking serious….?”
Dustin couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh man, your face!” All threes boys, even Will, were snickering. At least until they heard -
“Dustin?!” From behind Eddie came an unmistakably shrill voice, positively scandalized.
Eddie grimaced. He turned his head slowly to look back over his shoulder.
“Um. Yep. Dustin. And company.”
“What the - Is that Steve?” Mike said, rather scandalized himself.
Begrudgingly, Eddie let the door swing open, revealing Steve in the back of the van sitting on a mattress and a pile of blankets.
“What? Since when do you two hang out - !“ Mike sputtered, throwing his hands up like this was a most unforeseen betrayal.
Mike fully bought into Eddie’s hype. Which makes sense. Eddie was cool as hell. But much as Dustin’s tried to set him straight, Steve dated Mike’s sister. Those two forever were destined to be adversaries as far as he was concerned.
Steve kind of just thought Mike was a shithead.
Sure if you ask Mike, he considered Steve like ‘terminally uncool’, and that was a direct quote. Way too uncool to be friends with Eddie Munson of all people.
Dustin’s been trying to push this friendship for almost a year at this point, to absolutely no avail.
So. Actually Mike kinda had a point there.
“Yeah, since when do you two hang out -“
“We don’t!” Steve said quickly.
“- without us.” Dustin frowned.
“What are you guys doing all the way out here? Away from Hawkins. Like just, so far away from Hawkins.” Eddie said, smiling uncomfortably wide. His eyes were shifting warily between the party and Steve, like he was watching the world’s most invisible ping pong tournament.
“It’s not that far.” Steve muttered. Eddie almost looked guilty the way he was chewing on his lip.
And Steve looked, well… honestly Steve looked caught red handed. For what? Dustin had no fucking idea.
Dustin narrowed his eyes. Steve was bright red, his hair was a mess (highly suspect), he was wearing his favorite polo but it was all untucked and disheveled. He was blinking up at them, mouth open like he was struggling for words.
“I don’t believe it…” Dustin said. He sniffed the air, a bloodhound on the trail. “You two were…”. The older boy’s eyes grew wide. “Smoking weed!”
Eddie deflated, dropping his head. “You caught us.” He said, monotone. He pressed a hand roughly to the side of his face, leaning his elbow on his thigh and looking up at them with his one visible eye. “We secreted away to smoke some fresh schedule 1. Please don’t tell Mrs. Reagan.”
Steve did a little angry scoff. Eddie lifted his head just enough to peer through his bangs and see the pissy look Steve was giving him. Eddie threw up his palms, with a wide eyed and beleaguered flinch. Clearly telegraphing a defensive, what?
“Since when do you smoke weed.” Mike asked. Because obviously Steve wasn’t cool enough for that either.
“I peer pressured him into it.” Eddie stage whispered, wiggling his fingers in villainous glee.
Steve rolled his eyes. Dustin was like 95% sure that was total bullshit. Because he was almost 100% sure Steve already smoked some. Dustin’s been in Jonathan’s car before, of course he’s gonna know what weed smells like. He’ll catch a whiff of it on Steve every now and again, especially these last few weeks.
These guys still try to hide stuff from them like they’re little kids.
But also, Eddie’s clearly just trying to keep the mood light considering how flustered Steve looks about getting caught with the stuff.
“Remember kids, just say no. Unless your bad influence has as high quality stuff as I do in which case -“
Steve kicked out his foot knocking Eddie in the thigh.
“Say - no thank you.” He finished passive aggressively, as if Steve should’ve had more faith he would stick the landing. “Just. How’d you guys even get out here anyway?”
“Jonathan and Nancy drove us.”
“Nancy’s here?” Steve sat up quickly, straightening to look past all their heads.
Eddie huffed out a laugh. He grinned at Steve with his canines, slowly shaking his head. As if the van didn’t smell bad enough, he took out a pack of smokes.
“What?” Steve huffed. Eddie leaned against the wall of the van, one shoe dangling out brushing the ground.
“I didn’t say anything.” Eddie’s words were garbled between the cigarette he was lighting.
Dustin took a step back, looking at Mike and Will. They too, seemed to pick up on the overall bazaar energy these two were giving off.
Honestly Dustin ‘plan’ had been to march over here, make Eddie feel bad for blowing them off, then maybe asking if they could hang out with him for the rest of the movie. Probably guilt him into buying them snacks.
Dustin wasn’t happy about being ditched, but he’d wanted to come see this movie with Eddie. He could be mad at the guy later.
Now though, he was thinking Nancy and Jonathan’s weird couple energy would be preferable to this, whatever this is.
“Riiiiiiiight.” Dustin jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “We’re gonna - we’re going.”
They made it maybe 5 steps, but Eddie was ever insitant he have the last word.
“Hey shitheads. Don’t mention Harrington here, if you can help it.” He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, using the hand to cup his mouth away from Steve. He stage-whispered, “He doesn’t want Miss Priss to know he’s been experimenting with - the devil’s lettuce.” He added a lot of drama to that last bit, like he was telling a spooky ghost story. Not talking about like, pot.
“Eddie.” Steve said. Eddie ignored him.
“You guys run along now. Pay attention yeah, this one’s a classic.” He gestured vaguely behind him with his cigarette. “It’ll be on the quiz. And I expect your report on my desk Monday morning.”
They said their goodbyes again, and wandered off. When they got back to the Lincoln, Jonathan had his arm around Nancy and she was leaning her head against his chest.
Dustin took a brief second to ponder over what the hell Nancy and Jonathan’s deal even was these days…
“Hey guys.” He said, neck bending to look over his shoulder at an awkward angle so as not to jostle his girlfriend. “That Eddie’s van?”
“Uh-huh.” Will said.
“You should tell him to pull up. Or something.”
“You are not doing that right now.” Nancy muttered. “The kids are here.”
“What? I wasn’t -“ Jonathan protested. It wasn’t very convincing.
“Nah he’s uh,” Dustin wasn’t gonna call Steve out, not if he seemed actually upset that he’d been ‘caught’ doing drugs. “Eddie’s - he’s… on a date.” He said. Will nodded, because he also tended to catch on pretty quick. Even Mike shrugged in placid agreement.
“Huh.” Jonathan said, landing somewhere between surprised, impressed, and all together apathetic. “Good for him, I guess.”
Friends don’t lie, sure. Except sometimes. When friends lie for their friends.
Wait a minute. Dustin squinted at the back of Jonathan’s head. Does Jonathan buy drugs from Eddie often? It was a long shot, but maybe Eddie and Jonathan have secret smoke sessions too.
“Do you know who Eddie’s girlfriend is?” Dustin tried.
“Hmmm? Girlfriend?” Jonathan said distractedly, eyes on the screen. “Uh, no, no I don’t think I’ve met her.”
Dustin huffed, frustrated, sinking back into his seat once again. Feeling thwarted.
By the time the movie was finished and they were lining up with the other cars towards the exit, the shitbox van was nowhere to be seen.
So imagine Dustin’s surprise when he gets a call around 10 am and Eddie’s on the line asking if he wants to come by and hang out.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been telling you I’d help you out on this one shot you’re trying to run for weeks now.”
“I thought you were busy today?” Dustin inquired. Hesitant. As if just waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under him.
“Nope. No, uh, not anymore. Those plans got,” Eddie cleared his throat, “scrapped. Don’t worry about it. Are you coming over or not?”
“I’ll be there in thirty!” Dustin said. He slammed the phone down and sprinted to his room to get gather his notes.
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#steddie#steddie fic#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#stranger things#idk if you can tell but even though Eddie’s pissy and jealous he wants to protect Stevie’s feelings#don’t mention he’s here hanging out with me. even though I HATE he doesn’t want you to mention he’s hanging out w me#got my Eddie playlist on for this one boys#gonna TRY to get part 3 out tomorrow we’ll see I guess#also PLEASE we not not forget that Dustin lying (but also really not lying) about Eddie being on a date here#is going to cause just. so much unforeseen mayhem#someone stop this kid#mine
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"And she had brown eyes like a lamb, innocent and golden"
#when the Yuri so unhealthy one of them eats the other#symbolism galore#hellsing oc#my oc#laura chastel#my art#OOOH boy let's go with the content warnings#cw gore#cw guro#cw nudity#artistic nudity#cw blood#cw death#cw cannibalism#cw decapitated head#cw decapitation#cw dismemberment#this is the woman that Laura loved (was it love? she had no idea) before Integra#I'll try to give more info on her. the idea came recently and I thought it could be cool#yes another nun. in my defense this one became one AFTER they met#it's just how catholic French villagers are ig. idk I don't really hang out with them#this piece beat my ass black and blue#i have no idea how to render#please be patient i have autism#and I'm a bit unsure about this piece. presenting it to you with an awkward hand
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#watching 4MINUTES is also like that
4MINUTES (2024) | DOCUMENTARY
#4 minutes#4 minutes the series#jesbible#thaidrama#uservix#userrlaura#raeblr#userbon#mjtag#esmetracks#tusersilence#userspring#userrlana#fyeahthaidramas#rinblr#tansgifs#gifs:fourm#god this show had so many of us doing homework like we had a test coming up it was insane#but also me gifing this just cuz they look hot#Jes hi hello hi if you reading this im free on Thursday night and would like to hang out#please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when I'm free#now why is this not in the tags tumblr dot com 😐
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winner
#cult of the lamb#cotl#doodles#. WAIT HANG ON LITERALLY AS OF POSTING THIS I JUST HAD A STUPID IDEA#HOLD PLEASE#eyestrain#tw eyestrain#^edit oop almost forgot those
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
#wish this was better written!!! but im sleepy!!#writeblr#pride#lgbt#but for real please help me make these lesbian wings. gonna get the supplies tomorrow . i have#no sewing machine but know how to hand sew#have never done a good job with tie dye so idk why im just runnin with it#ps im specifically going to boston pride next weekend come hang out with me
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Jack: Do you think you'd ever kiss a fish?
Phil: [Sighs]
Jack: Is it cheating on your wife if you kiss a fish, Phil?
Phil: Depends? Like, on the mouth? Or like-
Jack: What on EARTH does that mean???
Kristin:
Jack: COMPLETELY reasonable, Kristin. That is such a reasonable thing. [...] If you were to ask me off the top of my head, "Hey, if you could kiss any fish, which fish would it be?" I feel- I'm gonna s- I'm gonna hazard 75% of people are sayin' that fish [Lola from Shark Tale] and I'm saying the res- the remaining 25 are saying that one with the scar from Finding Nemo.
#Jack Manifold#Philza#Misstrixtin#IRL#YLYL#Phil#Kristin#Jack#lord...#not a complete transcript but this is most of it#edited#also for the love of god please stop making sally jokes. not only is it straight up not funny it's just such low-hanging fruit
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I love how you draw Anya and Daisuke,,,, omg,,, please please more of them being happy and okay i beg of you,,
Prob will do more interactions, they deserve to be happy, i would totally be open for suggestions on them doing stuff. I think Anya would be like the cool aunt for Daisuke, and she showed him Mägo de Oz, and he did like it, soo they are now in a concert having an amazing time together.
Bonus Swansea waiting for them both in the car (he cares for them a lot, so he wants them to be safe) while listening to La Oreja de Van Gogh, prob Dai and Anya would take him for a concert too but of LOVG since he likes that.
#mouthwashing#art request#send asks#koky's art#anya mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#anya#daisuke#swansea#swansea mouthwashing#mouthwashing anya#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing swansea#LET THEM BE HAPPY#PLEASE I BEG YOU#THEY JUST HANGING OUT AND HAVING A GOOD LIFE#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#digital illustration#sketch
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i wanted to practice backgrounds and i just reread @skimmingmilk’s fic chart a course to second chances for the millionth time so there was only one logical conclusion
#the scene on the dock when baby tails sees the boat leaving and then the biplane overhead…..#head in my hands#chapter 2 just makes me so sad#how could you just leave him like that he’s just a babyyyyyyyyyy#sonic just come get your brother now please#also skim you mentioned a while ago that you had an idea of or sonic traveling back in time to cocoa island and hanging out with baby tails#and i need you to know that thats been haunting me ever since#it has been burned into my brain#just the idea of sonic seeing how alone his baby bro was….#ugly sobbing#i’m ruined. the picket fence brothers have ruined me /pos#miles tails prower#art#fan art
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idk quick doodles of a time where volo ends up finally giving up his plans and rei gets his friend back. i just really wanted to draw that hug haha
#pokemon#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon volo#pokemon rei#clai's art#i imagine it takes a very long time to chip down volo's defenses to this point#he is antagonistic to the absolutely last second but that hug Breaks him for the first time in his thousand year long life#i didnt draw it but please imagine him having a good long cathartic cry#and the second one. an interaction for volo that is entirely NON transactional for once! rei wants nothing from him but to hang out!#i just want to see volo finally letting himself be vulnerable. lower his guard for once since he hasnt done so in centuries#got some very nice tags on my other recent volo post that made me think about him again#doodlejoltik if you're reading this shoutouts to you i love reading all your thoughts about my stuff heehoo
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