#pre 83

[purpleghoul87]

Mike & Charlie at the movies :)

[spockderangementsyndrome]

Congratulations to TOS Kirk/Spock shippers, thee original slash fandom that is only getting stronger with time. Let's get this bread in 2024.

Edit: It's annoying the shit out of me that this is circulating with an interpretation I don't think is supported by data (see this), and then I remembered it's my blog and I can be petty if I want to. No more reblogs.

[tinidor-theodore]

"If he'd let me, I'd kiss every mole and freckle on his skin."

Pairing: Michael Afton X Male Reader Tws: Smoking weed, homophobia, and parental abuse. Tropes: Kissing while high, childhood best friends, situationship, sneaking in at night, and homophbic parents on Michael's part. AN: either before bite of 83 or in an au where it didnt happen. either way, you and mike are teens here. You and Michael have had a thing for each other for a while, and both of you are terrible at hiding it so both of you know, but michael is a lot more scared than you are and tries to content himself with what he convinces himself is still friendship. Btw i wrote this while listening to Bad Idea by Girl in Red so i highly suggest you listen to it while reading this

Blue eyes followed my fingers as they danced across the strings, the sound of my voice singing a peaceful lullaby made him feel as if weights were being placed on his eyes.

I gently placed my guitar on it's stand, lighting another joint with one hand and ruffling Michael's auburn curls with the other. My eyes meet his as they try to resist drooping.

We were both higher than a kite, the smoke and smell filling the air in his room. My fingers slipped from his hair, tracing his features like he's made of porcelain.

My thumb lingered on his lip, tracing around a fresh wound. "Where'd you get this one?" I'd asked, frowning, despite the feeling that I already knew.

He placed his rough palms over my hand, wrapping long and slender fingers around mine. "Father," he replied curtly, and I didn't bother asking further.

"I missed you," he said fondly, pressing his lips to my palm.

"I wish you'd kiss me somewhere else" nearly slipped through my teeth, substituted hastily with "I missed you too."

A stupid grin formed on his face as Michael placed more kisses on my hands. Mike knew what he was doing when he placed one on my wrist. He could settle for this but I couldn't.

I'd grabbed his collar, I pressed my lips against his, the cold metal of my piercings sending shivers down his spine. I tangled my hands in his hair while his hands busied themselves with sitting up and pulling me onto his lap.

We weren't supposed to kiss. I knew I had crossed the line when I felt chapped lips and tasted his blood.

I knew we'd regret it, but can you blame me? The way his eyes looked, glazed over and relaxed as he watched my every move. The desperation was evident in his eyes, but I could see fear, shame, and restraint.

I'd never been one for patience, or self control. He could stop himself all he wants, but he couldn't stop me.

Neither of us could get enough. We held onto each other like the world would end if we didn't.

I couldn't let go, I wish I didn't.

Footsteps hit hard against the floor of the hallway outside his room, the hinges screamed as the door slammed open for his father.

He covers the little amount of light pouring in from outside, instead filling the room with a sense of fear.

Michael had pushed me off, and I could see the sinking feeling on his face, shaking like a leaf.

His voice waivered, trying to ignore the tears forming in his eyes. "I think you should leave."

I did as I was told, two pairs of eyes staring holes into me as I softly shut the door behind me.

That was the last time we spoke. I saw him at school the next day, a face full of bruises and a slap mark. He wore a hoodie I let him borrow once, bandages concealed under sleeves. He avoided me every time I tried to talk to him, scared into distancing himself from me.

I don't think he told anyone, god knows what would happen if anyone found out the son of William Afton was kissing boys.

"I wish I never kissed him," is what I tell myself every night, but with each passing day I start to wonder if it was our faults or if we're really that bad. If only they saw the way he smiles at me, the way he intently listens to every song I show him, and the way he blushes at the slight brush of my hand.

It didn't take long for me to start wondering why he's scared of liking me. Is there something wrong with me? Is it how I act? Or is he scared of how others will act? Why should it matter? We don't need them, we shouldn't care what they think. They can say what they want, and do what they "must" but the stars watching our every move will dance together the way I wish we would.

[imbones]

Personally this is one of my favorite fnaf designs I have to date. Having no canon name I chose to call him Jacob. Personally I wannt give him his own ask blog or comic because he deserves some love (of course the rest of the fnaf 4 bullies are included)

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight - Part 3

Part 1 part 2

Word count: 1.2k

To Eddie's surprise, there's a note on his locker. He plucks it off and almost crumbles it up, but the handwriting looks familiar.

"Meet me behind the gym after school. - H."

H? For Harrington? Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but why would it be wishful if they avoid each other constantly? It's just after the full moon, Steve still seems rather weak, as he always does afterwards. He's pretty sure nobody goes behind the gym, but it's only because he's never been whisked away to do horny teenager things back there like many other students in this hellhole of a school.

The dirt and pebbles crunch under Eddie's feet as he peeks around the brick wall to see none other than Steve Harrington waiting very anxiously there. Is he waiting for a girl? Maybe Nancy Wheeler? Though Eddie is pretty sure things are rocky between them right now. He slips into the small corridor-like area between the two walls and stands just across from Steve.

"You asked me to come here? I don't have my lunchbox with me today, you'll have to either wait until tomorrow or come to my place-" Eddie starts, but Steve cuts him off.

"No, I don't want weed or anything. I just want to, uh... I just wanted to say thanks. For sticking with me for the past two... nights. I've been doing this for years and nobody's really stuck around to help me out like you did." Steve says quickly, looking around to make sure nobody is listening in on their conversation. The past two nights. The past two full moons. Steve holds out a small wad of cash, clearly expecting Eddie to take it without question.

"I didn't know what you like." Steve says sheepishly as his shoulders shrug. "I would've gotten you a proper gift, but now that just seems weird. So... money" He adds, his tone simple but clearly nervous for some reason. Eddie hesitates. What's the catch? Does he owe Steve after this? Is this a test? Steve moves his hand slightly, raising his eyebrows as if to say "Are you gonna take it or not?". On one hand, money. And on the other hand, it's from Steve.. But money is for certain good, Steve is still a maybe. He reaches out with a shaking hand, hoping Steve won't change his mind at the last second for whatever reason.

"Thanks?" Eddie says, more of a question than an actual statement of gratitude, snatching the wad of cash up before Steve can even blink. Steve nods, running a hand through his hair and taking tiny steps forward so he scoots down the wall a little more. Eddie mirrors him. They stand in silence for a few moments more before Eddie speaks up with probably the stupidest thing he has ever said.

"Why don't you have anyone else with you? Surely your parents know their own kid turns into a giant puppy almost every month." He comments, but Steve immediately goes quiet, even though he was quiet before. This is a different quiet. This is a quiet Eddie knows all too well, the quiet that's either the calm after the storm or the buildup to the storm.

"They don't know." Steve says simply, now seemingly completely invested in the gravel under their feet. Eddie thinks he genuinely hates how much Steve looks like a puppy right now, but it's a little fitting.

"They don't? You've been doing this for how long now, and they've just been at home while you're turning into an overgrown dog?" Eddie says, hardly even a question. Of course he's mad at Steve's parents, he just doesn't know why.

No.. he does.

But he refuses to catch feelings for Harrington. Refuses. It goes against his whole Munson doctrine. Basically, jocks are bad, jocks will always be bad. All of Steve's friends saw Eddie, and decided that he was the perfect target. They've backed off somewhat since he started selling though, nobody really messes with their dealer.

"They just don't." Steve bites, his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive position. The hell is with his tone, wasn't he just thanking Eddie? Also, how long has Steve been doing this? The scar on his shoulder that Eddie managed to see in the locker room looked really old, but Eddie doesn't know enough about scarring to know just how long it's been there. He always wondered about that, it looked like he'd been mauled by something. And he was.

"Fine, fine. Fine. Did.. did it hurt?" Eddie then asks softly, and Steve shrugs, scratching his neck with blunt nails right above the scar. "Don't really remember. It happened when I was like.. seven." He says, snarky tone fading slightly, but definitely not fully. Eddie feels that annoyance burning behind his eyes and in the back fo his throat once more.

"Seven? Are you serious!? And your parents just don't know!?" He demands, throwing his arms in the air. Parents should know these things, especially if their seven year old son got mauled by a werewolf. There had to be blood, it had to hurt- what the actual fuck!? Steve runs a hand through his hair, huffing.

"Just... stop. Seriously. You're about to say something else, just-... just stop, dude. It doesn't matter." Steve says, and Eddie bites his tongue. He really needs this money, his uncle needs this money. And it's just enough to cover rent.

"Fine. Fine, I'll shut up. Just, can I ask what happened? Like, how it happened?" He asks the boy in front of him. Steve sighs for what seems like the hundredth time, shrugging.

"I was just playing outside, I guess. Sun set and I saw the guy- thought it was a big dog and learned my lesson." Steve says. He hesitates before finishing the rest of the story. "My parents paid doctors to say I got onto a car crash on my records. Don't know how the hell it worked but it did."

Eddie just simply nods, his lips parted as he listens to Steve explain all of this. Steve might be a jock, but his parents are now among the list of people he hates, right above Steve himself. Although Eddie might not know it, but Steve is slowly teetering off that list- maybe he hasn't actually been on it for a little while now.

One day Eddie will admit it to himself.

Someone calls out to Steve, snapping them both out of whatever state of dissociation they were in. "See you around." Steve says simply, walking away before Eddie can say a word.

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Eddie is once more alone. The trailer is dark, he has the snacks all to himself, and he gets to watch whatever he wants. This is what happens every time Wayne goes to work, there's always a horror movie not rewinded and a can of Spaghetti-O's missing by morning. This is the way he likes it, and yet someone knocking at the door is interrupting his alone time.

"Whaaaaat?" He groans out as he begrudgingly shuffles to the door, blanket still around his shoulders. The door swings open only for him to see none other than Nancy Wheeler at his door. The hell is she doing here?

"I'm worried about Steve, and I saw you talking to him." She says firmly, almost accusingly. She doesn't think Eddie did something to him, did she? Eddie himself knows his reputation, how he looks and how he acts towards people like Steve, but he feels his blood run cold and his face go numb, and not because of the nighttime breeze now blowing even harder into the trailer.

"What's wrong with Steve?" He can't help but ask.

Short and sweet, but still longer than the rest. I'm gonna try to make each chapter longer, because I'm very used to writing short things under 1k words :)

Tag list!! (Woah I have one of those now): @manda-panda-monium @anaibis @irregular-child @gregre369 @cartercaptainofthemoon

[bravevolunteer]

ngl every time i see the "cis" in michael's bio it feels. Wrong. like i see it and i go "i'm probably gonna non conform his gender one of these days"

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

D is for "Decorate"

Streamers, glitter, an array of balloons in every cheery color…It was everything a birthday boy could have asked for but Evan only had wide, tear-pricked eyes for the robots looming over the scene like giants. They were going to move as soon as he turned his head away, he just knew—

“Oh, everything looks lovely.” His mother’s warm hand on his shoulder prevented him from startling. “Be sure to thank your father and Uncle Henry for setting this up, darling.”

“…Y-Yes, Mummy.”

If only birthday wishes really came true…He would wish for a party at any other pizzeria.

[robotnikholmescomicblog]

Ohoho, now this is interesting, if not the most memorable part of the entire issue! There’s a couple of pages dedicated to clearing up what Naugus was doing in the post-reboot Mobius, including how exactly he came to occupy Castle Acorn in #225 and why Tails Doll was there, and how he had lost his powers in the first place (though they don’t elaborate on how touching Nicole made him freak out, and to be frank I’m glad that they don’t xD).

Most importantly, the reboot seems to have retroactively made the events of Sonic Advance 3 be the original reason he lost his powers, Dr. Eggman testing out his dreaded Genesis Wave when he split the world into pocket dimensions and whatnot. It fits as a game element and part of the lore, and it’s one of the things I truly commend Flynn for utilizing on this book. It’s not just “Ooh look, a random game reference!“, it’s an event from the game series seamlessly intertwined with the comic’s narrative. I’m very well fed.

[energysoda]

Christmas, 1982 (WIP)

[boyfridged]

So glad to have met a fellow Lance enjoyer! I thought I was like one of three who existed. And I completely agree with you about Jason! I like the themes and narratives surrounding Jason, but I don’t think they’ve ever been executed in a way I personally find satisfying or interesting. I like Jason as a concept more than as a character (Red Hood version specifically. I really like Robin Jason). If I may ask, how would you have liked to have seen Lance’s storyline handled in post-crisis and beyond had he not been erased? I’m so giddy you like Lance you have no idea 😂

well, first of all, i believe that batman having two dead robins is a bit of an overkill (said no one on the editorial when they were concluding steph's robin run) bruce having two dead children is a bit of an overkill so if lance is relevant (and dead), jay should get to live. unless it is to all becomes another story of inevitable cycles, in which case bruce's role in their demise would be emphasized in a way that would seriously change the batman mythos and perception of bruce... (of course, even in the contemporary timeline, other robins have also died; but they also quickly "recovered" so the question of bruce's responsibility became completely irrelevant as it's no more than a temporary injury atp)

back to my point, lance's death should have some real consequences when it comes to the way bruce (and dick too) view vigilantism... post-crisis, bruce is especially fixated on the idea that the role of robin will shape jay into someone moral. but with lance dead, it begs a question, is being a paragon of virtue worth the price? is self-sacrifice really the way bruce wants his kids to embrace? and from there, i believe there are two directions: one of them being bruce trying his best to prevent this outlook from forming in jay's head, or maybe as always, failing to understand the faults of his own lifestyle and dooming another child for the same way of conceptualizing what love and heroism means...

this is perhaps an interpretation borne from my personal impression of the story, which i believe to be rather disturbing, even though he original conclusion was supposed to be hopeful.

[fingertipsmp3]

Just remembered another fucked up paint story (will put in tags because idk I like talking in tags more than actually in the post)

[runelocked]

[ can’t stop thinking about time travel post-college william au. very specifically a time travel au where william comes back from the future irreversibly changed for the worst and begins delving into remnant and experiments much MUCH earlier than canon. he doesn’t know EVERYTHING about the future but he knows an unsettling amount and even though he’s nowhere near as far gone as his future self, he begins spiralling down that path much quicker ^_^ i might actually make this a verse of its own i can’t stop thinking about it ]

[fastfists]

You know...even tho, I don't include much Archie Pre-Genesis Wave for various reasons, I would love to somehow make a verse or something with Enerjak. Cause like as much as a lot of stuff that was done and the lore there was wacky (especially for the Echidnas)...Enerjak was and still is one of my favorites. Plus, can do a 'Dark Knuckles' with that.

[afsurgence]

" so I have a wonderful idea and shall not take no as a response. . . tea server. "

[ponds-of-ink]

This just in: Local Purple Guy just realized how massive the FNAF 10th Anniversary cake might be, and is regretting his sweet tooth. More on August 1st.

(Context: I am preparing for both the next weekend and the influx of “eating good” the fandom might get. Consider this a spiritual successor to the whole ice cream analogy from last year.)

[thomaswylde]

raw