#send the ants

[dreamsteddie]

They have ants.

They must be new. Eddie's never seen them before.

It feels strange, almost, to see them in such a nice house. Sacraligous. Like people who have homes like theirs are somehow immune to the little insects. Like they know not to bring such a mundane issue to the wealthy.

There were ants at the trailer. Not all the time, Indiana spent more of its year in winter than summer, the little guys slumbering away inside their nests under their plot of land until it became warm.

Eddie's never given them much thought until now. They were just a thing. A small, mildly annoying thing that happened.

He watches as they make their way across the windowsill and down onto the white countertops. They bump heads, trading information back and forth, heedless of Eddie standing right there. They don't care about him, they probably don't even see him, too focused on whatever little morsel they've found to think about whose house they're invading.

The front door opens, clicks shut.

It's only 1:08 in the afternoon. No one should be home yet, but they both are.

"Eddie?"

"We have ants." There are strong arms wrapping around his waist. Warm air tickling his ear.

"Oh, yeah, I guess we do." Steve knows when not to ask. It's why he left the studio. He couldn't listen to Robin ramble and try to pry his feelings out of him right now.

"We've never had ants before. I wonder what they found." He says, voice hollow, eyes blurring as he pushes back the tears.

"Don't know. Probably not worth it, though," Steve says, because he gets it. He always hears what Eddie isn't saying. Even when he's saying a lot already.

They stay like that for a long time, both of them watching the little worker ants crawl along their walls. Steve rocks them back and forth, just a little, as the sun moves slowly through the frame of the kitchen window.

"I thought it was over. I thought they buried it." Eddie finally breaks the silence. Lets himself break the seal and think about it. Lets himself forget the ants and remember the past.

"I did too."

Eddie knows that if he turns on the TV, he'll see it. Headline news. The gruesome death of a kind girl from a nowhere town in Indiana. A manhunt for a 19-year-old boy. A complete lack of supernatural reality or ensuing serial killer coverup.

It had all been destroyed. It was supposed to be destroyed; it was part of the deal. Burn all of the newspapers and the wanted signs and the police reports before they can leave the destroyed borders of Hawkins, rework the story while the town is too busy rebuilding to notice or care.

Give Eddie his life back.

But something survived the purge. Just one little thing, and somebody found it.

Maybe they were looking, maybe they weren't. It doesn't really matter in the end because once one of them finds it, the whole network knows where to look, where to find more.

"How can you get rid of ants, Steve?"

Sigh, clench, release.

"I'm sorry, babe. You can't."

[timbit-robin-art]

Help me.

[heyimkana]

with the amount of jinwoo posting and jinwoo glazing i've done in the last few days i might truly be beru

like this is me this is how i behaved on twitter today

[satellite-blossom]

I have a very important question :

[utilitycaster]

I truly have no patience for "criticizing a creative choice is disrespectful" as a statement. If you can't tell the difference between sending hate or harassing creators/fans, vs. saying "I didn't like this and here's why" you are an idiot. And on the flip side if you're a creator and someone says "I didn't like this" without any sort of personal attacks or hate involved, simply on the basis of critique and personal preference, and that makes you feel bad enough to stop creating then maybe you should step back and either get offline or make room for someone who has an actual creative vision that isn't "I want everyone to like me."

[ranibwsprimklez]

reminder for 🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜ahhhh🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

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[headfullof-ideas]

Okay, to give people an idea of the progress I’ve made on the fic I’ve been rambling about in reblog-after-reblog posts that no one cares about, that I’ve been referring to as the shish-kebab Ant fic, or the one where Hammerhead won’t shut up about his dead wife, I started writing it three years ago. And only got as far as I did before I picked it up again almost two weeks ago

Three years ago, I only managed to write a little over two hundred words. As of today, accumulated from the work I’ve put in over the last two weeks now, it is now 25,513 words long. And it’s still not done, I’ve got a third of the fic left to write and then edit

[ants-personal]

everything is blue randy vs everything is grey benson

[astral-aromance]

Controversial Silmpost time

I don't blame Elwing for not returning the Silmaril. She was really nothing more than a child. I also can't really blame Dior for the same reason (though he is more complicated, because if he was a mannish child and not half-elven because of Luthien's Choice, he was fully grown at 34). But Thingol and Luthien? Oh yes. Yes, I blame them.

They knew damn well what would happen eventually, Luthien even experienced the Fëanorians at their worst 1st hand, almost getting forced into a marriage all for the sake of the Silmarils. She knew that they'd do ANYTHING, even to their own friend and cousin, because she saw it. They even tried to kill her and Beren. They knew the story of Alqualondë. They knew. But they willingly kept that thing around their family, their *children* even knowing full well that it would likely be the death of them. Heck, Luthien, and Beren aged and died prematurely because of the presence of that thing, and she yet still gave it to her young son with small children while knowing that the Girdle was gone.

Of course, the Fëanorians had no right to do what they did, that goes without saying. But Thingol, Luthien, and Beren really should have known better. Anti-Fëanorian or Anti-Sindar, there is simply no denying that the Elders of the royal line of Doriath played a huge role in the decimation of the kingdom and Sirion later.

They are certainly not blameless in the whole thing. It's more like a 75% vs 25% thing rather than 50/50, but certainly not negligible enough to be glossed over or ignored.

In the end, my question is just... If you know that a fire will eventually kill you if you don't turn off the stove, despite it having been very difficult to light it, why would you deliberately leave it on, even if the fire warned you multiple times that you should turn it off?

[idioticpopcorn]

tweaking out

shit ass Eragon art

So i have the hc that Eragon is bug ADHD and my silly little brain told me to doodle in school today

i know its terrible quality and just random bs but i idk what im getting at my b guys

[macadam]

Everyone stop sending me asks about jazzprowl I have never had interest in analyzing jazzprowl or it’s subfandom and I’m not starting now

[ask-holm]

Why does Mickbell call you babygirl

Hold on a minute, what does he call me??

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

You’ve got me! I have been indoctrinated into the fukutora cult lol. They’re just so good! 

Also I hc Fukunaga as having selective mutism, and I feel like Tora would be really good at interpreting him :). Like, fukunaga never really bothered to learn sign because he thought it wasn’t really important and so few people can understand sign anyway, and he can usually get a point across without it. And then tora turns up and for whatever reason he can just read fukunaga’s expressions and gestures really well and doesn’t judge him at all and aahhhhhhh! /pos 

(Am I projecting? Who knows)

FUKUTORA NATION WE CONTINUE TO GROW, glad to hear it dude!!

I see selectively mute or nonverbal hcs for Fukunaga a lot and I think they're great!! It's cool when mute characters go against the shy stereotype and are actually pretty energetic/sociable. In Fukunaga's character sheet it says his current concern is "Yamamoto tells him to 'Talk more, c'mon'". I think Tora—the oblivious idiot he is—would pester him about talking for the first few weeks before someone finally fills him in. After that he'd start teaching himself sign in an attempt to better understand him only to learn that Fukunaga himself doesn't even know it (though he's touched by the gesture). It doesn't matter anyways cause they just seem to get each other, when Inuoka and Shibayama first join the team they're convinced that the two are psychic.

ANYWAYS YOU'RE COOKING, THIS WAS VERY SWEET! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, also nice saiki pfp

[recentlydiseased]

OMG I FINALLY OBTAINED AN ART STYLE AND IM JUST IN LOVE WITH MY OWN ART LOL

[theswedishpajas]

I had no idea what a strawpage really was but I have made one now, apparently??

Find that good good site here, feel free to send me anything if you want, no pressure

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Spy/Team Leader whumpee shrinks themselves for a high-stakes intelligence mission, but something goes wrong and they get caught

- Normally they give their enemies a hell of a fight, but now all it takes to restrain them is the weight of a hand, or even a single finger, and it's frustrating

- Whumper has to build a doll-sized interrogation set. While they feel ridiculous, it's worth it to watch their enemy struggle

- Needles instead of knives, a glass of water instead of a tank, a breadboard and a battery instead of expensive electrocution equipment... maybe whumper should invest in a shrink ray

- Not to mention the dramatic difference in size and strength. Where whumpee would normally be full of insults and banter, they seem a little too scared of being crushed to say anything too dramatic

- Whumpee is freed by a stranger, but still unable to get to their normal size until they reach their base. Despite being rescued, they still don't feel safe