#rat funk

[mice-rats-daily]

Today's rat is Rat Funk from Super Mario RPG!

[ficswithtacotuesday]

The Bullet Farmer: *living in a broken down lead mine in close-proximity with other people, using various body fluids to make weapons of destruction*

Immortan Joe and The People Eater whenever he walks in for the bi-monthly meeting:

[thedawningofthehour]

I've fucking forgotten what a normal chapter is like lol, I'm at 4500 words right now and thinking "ok so this is where that'll happen and I'll add this and then it's time to think about wrapping it up" and it feels so goddamn short. It's not I've just been driven clinically insane these past two chapters.

[keeps-ache]

yay yippee yay :3 🎉

[britneyshakespeare]

without doubt one of the worst things about bratz dolls is that you cannot display them without shoes bc they look weird as fuck. stumpy ass bitches

[dammitkat1e]

I'm at the Pets at Home, I'm at the PureGym, I'm at the combination Pets at Home and PureGym

[spilladabalia]

The Clash - Know Your Rights (Extended Version from Rare Acetate, Remastered)

[funkgodartist]

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[vines-mansion]

@rat-detector

Diagonally spinning rat

I will forever show you rat posts I find

[hoarder-of-rats]

GOD, this car's Bluetooth is obsessed with my phone and I got in and it started playing a guitar riff and for a second I was FEARING FOR MY LIFE because I thought it was playing THIS SONG from my phone

In case you're wondering, that shit translates to "Trick or hard dicks?" And it's funk. I thought I was about to die.

[lumalalu]

cannot stop fucking thinking abt how magnolia thunderpussy has a whole goth and industrial section (NOT THE SAME THINGGGG ‼️‼️‼️‼️) but nine inch nails is filed under god damn Pop Rock .????????

[plutoniuminjection47]

I love songs that sound like euphoria and grief at the same time

[cathartic-tomfoolery]

Guess what...VIRGIL THE RAT-A-TAT-TAT!!!

Like, he's such a funking icon heellppp ㅠ0ㅠ

(Pls ignore lack of strap on bass & funked up anatomy..)

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Just Desserts

Prompt Day 19: Dessert | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content, Blow Job | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives and Plans to Start a Life With Steve Harrington Away From Hawkins, He Just Has to Sit Through Dinner With The Harringtons First

If he makes it through the afternoon in this stuffy, stifling Harrington house, he gets dessert. That's what Steve promised and Eddie's gonna hold him to it.

So, Eddie sits next to Steve at this way too long table, Steve's parents on either end like they're allergic to one another, and Eddie stays on his very best behavior. Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am. Elbows off the table.

It's hard, but Eddie sits in his slacks, with his hair tied back, and waits to get his reward. Bribery works on him, and this was the biggest bribe he's ever taken. Steve better cough up the best payout, too, or he'll need legal representation for his deceptive tactics. 

Honestly, though, it hasn't been terrible. Not really. They love Steve, and that's common ground.

They haven't been mean to Eddie, but it has been a little frosty all afternoon. They're currently talking about some criminal in town, the wrong element, getting their just desserts, and Eddie nearly chokes. He'll get his just desserts later, the town be damned.

Steve squeezes his knee under the table. A warning, and a promise.

He's pretty sure the Harringtons don't think he's a murderer anymore, so that's a small win, but they absolutely think he's trailer trash and that their only son is far too good to be lowering himself to live in suspected squalor with Eddie. Well, Eddie can't really do anything about that.

He's just here for Steve, because Steve asked. He'll do anything Steve asks of him. Steve saved his life, and then brought him out of the funk that threatened to overtake him after the dust settled.

And somehow along the way, they fell in love. 

It's absurd. Eddie knows that. Him and Steve Harrington? The unlikeliest of duos. But they're happy, and have big, big plans.

Even if those plans clearly shake Steve's parents to the core. They were concerned about the news Steve was planning to move to Indy with Eddie, who was not that long ago was wanted for multiple murders, only recently cleared with his not so good name intact.

For the record? Their new apartment is pretty damn nice. Not a rat or cockroach to be found.

"And you have a job in Indianapolis?" Mrs. Harrington asks, and Eddie nods. He does. They aren't idiots. They made sure they'd be able to sustain themselves before they just decided to pack up and move. 

"Yes, ma'am," he says.

"A job that will cover your half of the rent?" Mr. Harrington asks, and Eddie knows what he really means, but Eddie stays docile, nodding.

"Yes, sir."

He may have spent three years trying to graduate from high school, and still failed, but he's not a total idiot. 

And he does have a job. One that will cover half of the rent, despite what they think. He's not sure they're actually planning on splitting things down the middle the way the Harringtons think they are, they aren't planning to be roommates. But that's okay. They can't think whatever they want.

Later, they'll leave this house, this town, and intermingle their whole lives.  

Eddie thinks Steve would marry him tomorrow if that was an option, and maybe it's just Eddie being dumb again, but he's not even scared of that. He's all in, too. 

Both of the Harrington seniors nod in a way that looks vaguely disapproving, and Eddie takes another bite of ham. Only another hour or so until they can go home, where Eddie will get his dessert.

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition.

Eddie stretches out on his back in his bed in the trailer. Most of the room is packed up, ready to go, but the bed they left and that was a wise decision.

Steve presses a hand into the center of Eddie's chest.

Eddie grins, "Dessert, please."

"Dessert," Steve echos, and Eddie's pretty sure everything he endured today was totally worth it.

Steve moves his hand down towards Eddie's belt and Eddie lifts his hips off the bed, more than happy to help move this along.

Steve pulls back, and wags a finger in his face, and Eddie laughs, lowering his ass back to the bed. 

Alright, alright, he can do this on Steve's timetable.

Steve pulls at the button of his jeans, and Eddie crosses his arms behind his head. He's just along for the ride. Zipper down, Steve slides inside Eddie's boxers, hand wrapping around his cock, giving him a few strokes even in the confined space.

"You were on your best behavior," Steve says, and Eddie nods. He was, he was. "What dessert would you like?"

Eddie grins, "I didn't know there was a menu. You decide. It all looks good to me."

Steve laughs, and pulls his hand out, working the waistband of Eddie's boxers down under his balls, just making enough room for himself to take Eddie into his mouth. Eddie groans, hand finding Steve's hair.

He's damn good at this, and Eddie is continuously awed by him. Who knew Steve Harrington would be a world class cocksucker? Not Eddie. If high school Eddie had even suspected, Steve would have gotten no peace until Eddie had charmed his pants off. Literally.

He laughs at the image.

Steve pulls off, "What's so funny?"

Eddie brushes his thumb against Steve's forehead, looking into his eyes, "Just thinking about how I would have hunted you down like a demodog years ago if I knew what that mouth could do."

Steve laughs, "You're so weird." Then he kisses Eddie's bare skin near his hip, right over the web of raised scar tissue, "I love that about you. I love everything about you."

Steve Harrington loves him. 

Hot damn.

Steve puts his mouth back to work again, teasing him, driving him wild in all the best ways. Eddie comes, Steve swallows, and by god, if Eddie's the wrong element, he'll wear that moniker with pride so long as it always comes with Steve Harrington as dessert.

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