#school is schooling but we stay silly

[i-am-megalodonna]

Sorry I need to post AU nonsense or I die actually

[dyingcornerpixel]

Hey if you're someone who gets very noise sensitive when they're overwhelmed or stressed your f/os will be there. They'll make sure you're in a comfortable and silent space so you're able to unwind. If anyone even breathes a bit too loudly they are death staring them across the room. They would always be patient with you and do whatever they can to make you as comfortable as can be.

Pro.ship dni please and thank you. Op is a minor

[rileyclaw]

how do you survive as a toh artist

who said anything about surviving

[dragons1re]

My favorite pathetic Vash panel<3

[pigv4t]

HARLEY DOODLEZ shez so fun 2 draw

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

this one's for all the yuri enjoyers out there — nsft under cut

meronia event prompt(s): scar

[thesnailtail]

;; sekais are like minecraft worlds mixed with mario maker logic to me

;; there's a lot of data in that song so there has to be at least some sort of compression / work around so it doesn't blow the sekai-goer's phone up

;; so the sekai are split into 'chunks' but only some of them are ever permanently loaded. if someone has put an item from the real world there it's always a loaded 'chunk' until that item is removed, any landmarks in the sekai (crase cafe, the performance tent, etc.) is always a loaded 'chunk' wherever the sekai goes last left is always a loaded 'chunk' and wherever they'll renter the sekai is always a loaded 'chunk'. everything else just loads in when someone goes near it, including virtual singers

[smeddiemunson]

6 please. Not exactly angst, missed the headings on first glance. Don't know if I can give ideas,

Thinking of eddie getting a baby (we got given a bag of flour, some classes got eggs, not sure if it was done in 80s America; they're given actual dolls now, they're bloody freaky) from sex ed class to "learn responsibility". Phoning THE babysitter in a panic saying he's lost the baby and forgetting to mention that it's not an actual baby.

ahhh i'm finally getting to this!! i'm so sorry it took me so long! Thank you for being patient and thank you for not making me write angst 🖤 6: "i lost the baby"

As Steve entered through the front door of his home, he could already hear the phone ringing itself off the hook.

He grumbled about not being able to even take his shoes off before he was able to field a crisis, but still rushed over to the phone. He wasn't interested in letting it ring until it stopped, he never trusted that it would be possible for whoever was on the other end of the line to call back if it was an emergency. More than a few telemarketers had been privy to his urgent answer than he cared to admit.

"Harrington's," he rushed into the phone before it had reached his ear.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie Munson panted. "I lost the baby and I don't know what to do."

Steve froze. This was the first he'd heard of anything to do with a baby, who would trust Eddie with a baby? He could barely be trusted to keep track of his own head and that was attached to the rest of his body. Surely the entire town knew now that if they needed a young adult man to look after a baby, Steve was the first person they should check in with? He loved babies and compared to the children he had experience heading, they'd probably be a walk in the park.

His second thought was sheer panic. A lost baby wasn't good in any circumstance. A lost baby in Hawkins, Indiana where monsters came out to play, was the worst of the circumstances.

"Okay, stay where you are. I'm coming." He didn't wait to hear Eddie's grateful reply. But just before he could slam the phone back into place on the wall he realised something.

"Wait, Eddie! Where are you?"

"At the school."

Steve hung up, suddenly thankful he hadn't had the time to take his shoes off. He could get to the school in thirteen minutes in a rush, he thought he could do it in eleven but he'd never had the opportunity to try. Missing a bit of first period had never seemed worth the test.

He supposed there was no better time to find out if he was right than in an emergency.

Ten minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he swerved into the Hawkins High parking lot. Eddie was bouncing from foot to foot and twisting his hands together in front of him. He kept glancing back and forth between the school and Steve's car.

The beemer was parked across three bays and left unlocked as Steve ran across the parking lot to meet with Eddie.

"Oh my god, Stevie, I owe you one, I cannot fail this class. I promised Wayne I'd be fine going back to school and, you know, everything and he'd gonna be so pissed if I flunk another year and, you know he won't say anything, but he'll be upset and I can't disappoint him any more than I already have and I--"

"Eddie!" Steve interrupted, still panting heavily from his short run and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body. "Start at the beginning."

Eddie nodded sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, I can do that."

Steve knew that getting worked up wouldn't help the baby. It would be okay for one more minute while Eddie explained and they could come up with a plan of where to start rather than going in blind. It would be fine.

"So I got given one of those flower-baby things for home-ec. It's worth like 60% of my grade to keep this 'kid' 'alive'," he threw up air quote signs with his fingers.

Steve felt his vision start to cloud red. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he was sure Eddie said what he thought he said.

"A flour baby?" Steve echoed, interrupting Eddie's monologue.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Yeah? You know? You get a bag of flour and you have to draw a face on it, and put a little blue or pink hat on it. Treat it like a real child."

Steve could feel something bubbling in his chest. Anger.

He socked Eddie on the arm.

"Ow!" He furiously rubbed his arm where Steve hit him. "What did you do that for?

"You idiot," Steve hissed. "I thought you'd lost a real baby."

Eddie blinked. Then, arm forgotten about, he doubled over, clutching his stomach to laugh.

"You thought I had a real baby?" He wheezed.

Steve only barely restrained himself from hitting him again. "What was I supposed to think? You sounded really panicked!"

Eddie waved his hands in front of himself as he gulped in air through his titters. "I'm gonna fail home-ec!"

"Why the hell are you taking home-ec anyway? You can't cook."

"But I can sew," Eddie countered.

Steve just glared.

"Thank you for coming to my fake baby's rescue, Stevie. We really appreciate it. You're a good mom."

Steve flushed red. "Why would I be the one carrying it in this equation?"

Eddie smirked, reaching out to take Steve's waist in his hands. "Baby, have you seen these hips? Perfect for poppin' a kid or two out."

Steve batted his hands away. "Shut up."

"I'm serious. I think with a bit of effort--"

Steve clamped both of his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shut. Up."

He felt Eddie smile under his palms then flinched away as he licked

"You're disgusting," He grumbled, turning swiftly on his heel to start marching towards his car.

Eddie had to do a weird little jog to keep up with him. "Come on, baby, don't be like that."

"I'll see you later."

Eddie grabbed his bicep to stop him in his tracks and spun him to look at him. He grabbed Steve's face in both his hands.

Steve tried to look around to see if anyone could see them, but the parking lot was as deserted as it was when he first arrived.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry for panicking you and I'm sorry for laughing at you," Eddie said gently, holding Steve's face completely still. "Will you please help me look for the fake baby we have together? So I don't fail another year of high school and so we can do something more fun tonight. I'll do anything you want."

A smile spread slowly over Steve's face. Eddie narrowed his eyes warily.

"Anything I want?" Steve asked coyly.

Eddie nodded slowly, finally dropping his hands back down to his sides. "Anything."

"Okay, let's find this stupid thing."

"That's no way to talk about your child, Stevie."

Steve shoved him but secretly felt very fond that Eddie would even think to fake adopt a fake baby with him.

"Are you going to tell me what I'll be doing?"

Steve shook his head. He leaned close enough so he could whisper. "You're just going to have to find out later, Daddy."

The sound of Eddie's desperate groan followed him into the school.

[sepiamestus]

Via anime boy, my favorite way to cope

[fridayyy-13th]

my Day With Family is…something, so far. not awful. but definitely not good either.

[tarotphil]

@that-azurii-loser it’s almost iris time ‼️‼️‼️‼️ dan and phil hateeee to see two parasocial childhood best friends coming ‼️‼️

[walkman-cat]

would anyone be willing to see my gatsby costume designs after i've drawn them?

[mysticalcats]

hi!!! been a while!!!

how are you?

hello!! i'm doing very good, thank you for asking!

[pup-pee]

my father telling me how scared he was when i ran away from the house but i cant express how scared i was 2 b in the house

hey, whats up w/that?

[dolichomorph]

got ambushed (kindly invited) with public humiliation (board game involving brief snippets of roleplay) today lads..... the ego may never recover

[mr-urple]

I might pass out but we baller

YEAHHHH WE BALLIN