#snips snails and puppy dog tails

[the-soul-starved]

I’m on attempt 3 at raising a smallbird into a Tallbird and so far each one has failed miserably . I do enjoy how they follow you around like a little cackle of ducklings though

[rowdyruffhousing]

SNIFF TEST!

Thanks to the addition of dog DNA in the making of the Rowdyruff Boys, Brick has a particularly sensitive sniffer, able to pick up on even the mere trace of a scent. So sensitive, in fact, that he has specific smells associated with his brothers and the girls pertaining to their respective elements.

Blossom, as mentioned in Multiversus, 'smells like a unicorn kissed a cinnamon stick', which just so happens to be a pretty apt description of what 'everything nice' would even smell like.

Bubbles smells like vanilla frosting, cotton candy, and freshly-baked sugar cookies. Hers is extremely powerful and saturated, and it'll give Brick one hell of a headache if he lingers too long around her.

Buttercup, being spice, was a little harder to pin down, but she's pretty similar to a hot mug of chai tea on an extremely cold and dreary day -- definitely the punchiest scent of her sisters, but somehow just as goody-goody as they are.

Regarding himself, Brick smells like a wet dog. Though judging by the amount of stolen cinnamon apple pie and unicorn magic fragrances he's stashed, he may not be as happy about that as he lets on. Can neither confirm nor deny.

Boomer... smells like sweat. A slight hint of Axe Body Spray, but mostly sweat. So sue me, snips didn't give me enough to work with.

Finally, Butch smells like... well, he's kind of weird. Extremely briny and salty, kind of pungent, as if he's been marinating in the ocean for millenia.

[thedoormann]

yall ever just not be able to get fuck all done

[catastrophic-crow]

man, ahsoka grew up different from how i thought she'd look

good that she's reconnected with her siblings, though!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Save it For a Rainy Day

Week #9 Prompt: Where It All Started | Word Count: 1950 | Rating: T | POV: Wayne | Characters: Wayne, Eddie, Steve | Pairings: Wayne & Eddie, Steddie | CW: Eddie's Rough Start in Life, Parental Neglect, Language, S4 Canon | Tags: Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Taking in Eddie, Eddie and Steve Meet as Kids, Haircuts and Swimming Playdates, Fix-It, Happy Ending

He's so little. 

That's the only thought Wayne has, over and over again. He's so goddamn little. With lank, limp hair, all snarled and knotted, matted. Unkempt. Dirty. Dark circles under his sullen eyes. He's small, but at the same time he looks every bit of a hardened fifty-five, at all of seven-years-old.

He didn't look like that the last time Wayne had seen him. 

And Wayne is sick that he's deteriorated to this point, in just two years time. At five, he had been a happy, wild boy. All snips, snails and puppy dog tails. 

With a loud mouth and big, round cheeks.

Al swore he was fine, that they both were, on the rare occasions when he'd call after losing Betts and Wayne had believed him. Until the social worker was on his front steps, Eddie standing there, head bowed, so utterly serious.

"Do you want me to find someone to try and comb it out, or would you like to shave it and start over?" Wayne asks, and Eddie just shrugs. Still not talking, still buried deep within his shell.

Wayne's not going to decide for him. Thinks it should be his decision, but knows it can't stay like this either, even if he doesn't have it in him to start dragging a comb through it. He knows that'll hurt, and he can't do it to Eddie. Won't. 

"When you decide, you let me know," Wayne says, hoping he'll decide sooner rather than later.

It takes three days, but Eddie finally comes up behind Wayne on the couch, and taps him on the shoulder, and makes the motion for shaving his head.

"Okay, I'll get you an appointment," Wayne tells him, because he wants to do this right, and not leave Eddie with the memory of Wayne shaving his head in the kitchen of the trailer. Maybe that's cowardly, but he'd rather push that off on a professional. 

Eddie is sitting on the little wooden board the hairdresser placed over the arms of her chair to make him taller, the hydraulic lift hadn't even been enough to get him where she needed him, and he somehow still looks little.

She gently, oh so gently, takes the clippers to Eddie's hair, shaving off strips, as she talks him through each pass. Eddie seems fine with it, there are no tears, but no smiles either.

This was the right call. A beauty shop, not a barber. Wayne's own barber does just fine on his own hair, but wouldn't have been so delicate with Eddie, and right now, Wayne's pretty sure his boy needs a soft touch.

There's another boy in the chair next to Eddie, probably the same age, but he's so much larger, and more animated. Studying every move of her hand as she barely trims anything off his thick head of hair. He doesn't need the booster board, even if Wayne suspects he's younger than Eddie.

"Nanny Louisa, can I get my haircut like that?"

She laughs, "Steve. Your mother would have both of our hides. We all have very strict orders for your haircut and you know it." 

"Aw, man, it looks so cool," Steve whines, and if Wayne isn't mistaken, that's Richard Harrington's boy. And if that's true, there's no way he's leaving here with his head shaved, that's for damn sure.

And then, as if it were a miracle, Eddie smiles. It's small, faint, barely there. But it's a goddamn smile, aimed at the other little boy that is watching as Eddie's hair falls down all around his chair and onto the floor.

The Harrington boy doesn't win, and only gets a trim, but Eddie has straightened up on the board. Not nearly as withdrawn as he was when they entered the shop.

Maybe shedding all that damaged hair feels like a new start. Wayne sure hopes so, because they're gonna need all the help they can get.

When he's all brushed off, and the plastic cape removed, the hairdressers each hand Eddie and the Harrington boy a coupon for a free ice cream cone at the shop down on the corner. It's a perk for being good in the chair, and they both earned it today.

Eddie clutches his coupon in his little hands.

"Do you want to save that, or get it now?" Wayne asks, and Eddie looks torn. That isn't the look Wayne wants on his face, so he quickly amends his question, "Or both? You can save your coupon for a rainy day, and we can still get ice cream now," Wayne offers.

"Really?" Eddie says, looking so hopeful, and it's the most beautiful word Wayne's ever heard in his whole life.

"Really," he reassures, "you save it until you want to use it. And I'll buy, today."

"Can we go get ice cream, too, Nanny Louisa?" the Harrington boy asks, and she looks reluctant, but finally nods. She couldn't let him get his head shaved, but ice cream, that's probably a much more doable request.

Wayne sits at the table with Louisa and makes the world's most uncomfortable small talk, as the boys sit at another table together, and jabber back and forth. Well, Steve is doing most of the talking, but Eddie, his sweet Eddie, has said more in the past thirty minutes than he has in the past week, and Wayne doesn't care who has gotten those words out of him, he'll be grateful. 

When the cones are gone, both boys appear at the side of the table, "Eddie's coming over tomorrow to swim," Steve announces. 

"Oh, is he?" his nanny asks, teasing Steve, and Wayne smiles. 

"He is. His uncle will bring him," Steve says with a confidence that things will always go his way in life, and Wayne hopes that rubs off on Eddie, just a little bit.

"I will?" Wayne teases, and Eddie meets his eyes, and Wayne nods. "If it's okay with Miss Louisa, I think that could be arranged."

"I don't know how to swim," Eddie admits on the way home, and Wayne laughs.

"Maybe you shouldn't have made a swimming playdate then, kid," Wayne teases, and Eddie laughs, a small quiet laugh. But it was a laugh. Wayne heard it.

"Yeah," Eddie says, and then he's quiet for a stretch, "could you teach me?"

Wayne isn't so sure that's his area of expertise, but he supposes he could try, "Yeah, I can try."

Knowing Eddie would be far too embarrassed to go to the public pool, Wayne takes Eddie out to the swimming side of Lover's Lake.

Wayne, not sure the last time he's even been in shorts, wades out in the water in his cut-off jeans, surely blinding the boaters a mile out with his white legs, as Eddie walks in beside him.

And Wayne teaches him, always staying within an arm's reach. And Eddie swims. It might not be the fancy strokes that the Harrington boy can surely swim, in his private pool with his private swimming lessons. 

But Eddie's doing it, and Wayne feels like maybe, just maybe, he's finally done something right for the kid today.

Eddie's laughing, and splashing, a quick study, and Wayne lets him paddle around for as long as he wants, until the sun threatens to sink beyond the horizon. 

Once back on shore, Wayne wraps him up in a towel, just one from the house, and gets him back into the truck.

"I'm starving," Eddie says.

"The downside to going swimming, I'm afraid," Wayne answers, but swings by Benny's Burgers on the way home, getting them both a burger, fries and a milkshake. Ice cream twice in one day is fine, Wayne's pretty sure, since Wayne's celebrating the first good day they've had since Eddie got here.

Anything the kid wants, forever, Wayne will do his best to make happen.

In the morning, Wayne brings Eddie by Melvald's General Store, to let Eddie pick out a beach towel from the rack. Eddie combs through them, so serious as he checks out the options: Star Wars and Barbie and Huckleberry Hound.

"Garfield!" Eddie finally declares, and Wayne supposes that's the one. 

"Garfield, great choice," Wayne says, taking the towel to the counter so they can pay for it. So Eddie won't be embarrassed bringing a fraying old towel from home. So he'll have something new, and fun, that he picked out all for himself. 

Wayne probably should have washed it first, but he's not that organized, and Eddie'll live. Wayne pulls off the tag and hands it over, and Eddie hugs it to his chest.

Pulling into the circle drive at the Harrington's is weird, to say the least. He's never set foot on the property, and never imagined he ever would. But, Eddie's brought a lot of changes, and if Eddie likes this other little boy, and he's kind, Wayne will be polite and make his boy happy in any way he knows how.

That evening, when he picks Eddie up, he's tired, and a little sunburnt, but rattling off information about his new friend and all their grand plans for the summer vacation.

And as time always goes, that summer flew by too fast, and before Wayne knew it, years had passed. The boys drifted apart as fast as they became friends. As kids do. By high school, Wayne hasn't heard the name Steve Harrington from Eddie's mouth in years. 

But that summer, that first summer, Wayne will forever be grateful for him. For Steve Harrington, Garfield beach towels, and more ice cream cones than he could ever begin to count. To swimming, and fishing, and playing in the backyard. 

To the little kid that made his boy smile again.

And when Steve Harrington, now grown into a man, shows up on Wayne's doorstep, Eddie's denim vest clutched in his hands, filthy and blood-stained, Wayne lets him inside without a word. 

Wayne takes one look at him, and tells him to wait there. 

He has to dig, but he finally finds Eddie's piggy bank in a cardboard box that he'd packed from the remnants of the trailer, and pulls out the bottom plug. Change falls out, clattering onto the desk. 

But inside, there's a slip of paper. Folded to fit, and dirty from spending so much time hanging out amongst the coins.

Wayne clutches it in his hand, and when he presses it into Steve's palm, trading him for the vest, Steve looks down at it, his eyes wet and red-rimmed.

Wayne starts, "I don't know if you remember-"

"Of course I remember," Steve cuts him off. 

"Well, I thought today might be that rainy day."

Steve laughs, and sniffles a little, both at the same time.

"This ice cream shop has been closed for years," Steve says, but he's finally smiling, just a little. 

Eddie's not here to do it himself, not here to coax out that smile, so Wayne's repaid the debt for Eddie himself. 

"Yeah, well…" Wayne trails off.

"But it is, you know," Steve says, "that rainy day. So, thank you."

And months later, Eddie shows up on Wayne's doorstep again. Dirty, his hair matted, and eyes downcast. Thin, worn to the bone, and as silent and stoic as he had been at seven. Wayne asks no questions. The answers don't matter right now. Instead, he pulls on him, hugging him tight, welcoming him home.

They've done this before, and they can do it again. And Wayne's grateful to have the opportunity. He was so sure he'd never see him again.

Then, after Wayne's gotten Eddie settled, and Eddie is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, combing out his own hair, Wayne excuses himself, heading for the kitchen to call Steve Harrington.

Wayne tells him to bring ice cream.

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[nextgenfoals]

Snips x Snails, the most boy pony you'll ever meet

(Please, how could I NOT name this guy puppy dog tails??) Tails works at a local animal shelter! :3 — mod charm

[arcanescribbler]

You'll Grow Out Of It

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails That's what little boys are made of

And don't you mind the pigtails pulled "That just means he likes you!"

Now little girls They're sugar and spice And everything nice

And don't you mind the bitter almonds Buried in the bake

They say: this, or that Snails, or spice They say: boys are tough! "Boys don't cry!" They say: girls are nice! "Girls don't fight!"

They say They say They say "You'll grow out of it"

And make a world That grows you in To fit in a box

Pink or blue Girls vs boys "Action figures" or "dolls" Arbitrary schisms

And I think of a cousin And the toy kitchen set That he loved so much That it stuck with him Forever

And I think of the toy guns Sitting in a drawer That my mother never let me have Until I bought my own

And I think of the baby blankets Crocheted with love For a cousin's child not yet born

I think of the square of gray wound with rainbows Harder to stain, easier to clean That I cursed at And grumbled over And packed in a shoebox Ready to gift

And I think of the lurid pink bobbles My grandmother works slowly With her tired hands Barely begun

I think of sitting with my cousin In my room Picking out colors

I think of my young hands Swift if clumsy And the hours spent

And I think of that pink blanket Barely begun Having waited to know An arbitrary pair of chromosomes Before the work could start

And I think of a baby not yet born

And I hope that they grow out of it.

[teneleven12xiii]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF, Formula 2 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr, Alexander Albon/George Russell Characters: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Oliver Bearman, Andrea Kimi Antonelli, Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Luke Browning (Formula 3 RPF), Background & Cameo Characters, Carlos Sainz Jr, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Esteban Ocon, Jenson Button, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Family Feels, 5+1 Things, POV Multiple, Adopted Children, Adoption, Logan Sargeant is a good parent, Oscar Piastri is good parent, Mercedes driver Logan Sargeant, Protective Logan Sargeant, Implied Sexual Content, no one here knows how to mind their business, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage, Appendicitis, 2025 Formula 1 Season, Domestic Fluff, Parenthood, no beta we die like Logan sergeants career, Baby Luke Browning, Williams Formula 1 Team Bashing, Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries Summary:

Max is skeptical over this whole conspiracy theory that Oscar Piastri and Logan Sargeant have a son together. Don’t get him wrong, if the pair are really raising a child together they are doing an incredible job, Luke is an adorable, well-behaved child. and the few times Max has seen him around, he is always polite and smiling

or

5 times the grid tries to understand the relationship between Oscar, Logan, and Logan's son.

+1 time they find out the truth.

[livingforstars]

Watch Galaxies Form - September 5th, 1996.

"Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, is that what galaxies were made of? Astronomers imaged an interesting distant patch of sky with the orbiting Hubble Space Telescope. They found many merging groups of stars and gas which have been dubbed "pre-galactic blobs." A particularly dense bunch of these small blue merging objects are visible in the above picture. This may be a snapshot of galaxies actually being formed! Although peculiar by present standards of galaxies, these blobs may have been normal in the distant past, many billions of years ago. This adds evidence that galaxies formed from the conglomeration of smaller objects instead of the fragmentation of larger objects."

[the-soul-starved]

(To the tune of snips and snails and puppy dog tails)

Sniffs and tricks and billy goat kicks

[rowdyruffhousing]

a concerned citizen asked:

So which one of your three is the biggest nerd?

Oof, this is a hard one! "Y'know, I don't think it's fair, callin' any of us nerds," Boomer said, "None of us would be the Rowdyruff Boys if we were--"

"It's you, Boomer."

"Yeah! Yeah, Boomer, it's you."

"Hey, no fair!" Boomer threw his hands in the air like he just didn't care... except he clearly did, in fact, care about this question. "Brick's a bigger nerd than I am!"

"Who're you callin' a nerd, nerd?"

Butch watched as his brothers devolved into a baby rage argument with each other over who was the bigger nerd: the guy who could name all the Ramones albums in reverse alphabetical order or the guy who knew each Kirby boss by their boss themes. He turned to the anon, smiling from ear to nonexistent ear.

"Hehe, guess we know who isn't the nerd!"

[satyrradio]

Can you repost your boy and girl flags you made? The ones that had like the brown at the bottom?

boy flag stripes meaning: snips, snails, puppy-dog tails

girl flag stripes meaning: sugar, spice, everything nice

[steddieficrec]

Some Of My Favorite Smut

more than you bargained for by anonymous

(1/1 I 2,432)

"Mike leans in closer, forehead almost touching the door, just in time to hear Steve shushing the girl gently. He gathers her curls with one hand, the other settling around her throat, and pulls–

Their eyes meet.

It’s definitely not a girl.

Eddie Munson stares at him through the tears in his eyes, lips parted in ecstasy as Steve Harrington fucks him within an inch of his life."

OR

Mike kind of regrets staying over at Steve and Eddie's.

#1 crush by pizzabones

(1/1 I 5,713)

"'That was a big sigh. Whatcha thinking about?'

Eddie opens his mouth to say ‘ah nothing’, but he stops himself. Maybe it’s time to let the proverbial embarrassing cat out of the bag and let Steve know just how long he’d wanted this domestic scene with him. He hums, 'You, actually.'"

or

Eddie tells Steve about his long-term crush, Steve tells him a secret of his own.

Somewhere it Hides a Well by teddywesworl

(1/1 I 7,610)

Eddie ducks his head briefly, a gesture that doesn’t quite fit with the guy’s overall image: buzz cut, obvious ink, scars on his jaw. A bunch of his shirt buttons are undone, and Steve can see a white tank and a gold chain underneath.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I’m at a shop in Uptown.” It’s rote, sounds sort of disinterested. Steve might think he’s being dismissed if Eddie Munson’s eyes weren’t raking over him, lingering at his jawline, his throat, his hands when he adjusts his cuffs.

Or: At Lumax’s wedding in 2003, slutty bisexual physical therapist Steve sets his eye on inked up tough guy mechanic Eddie and peels away his mask.

sugar hiccup by 02tilt

(1/1 I 9.101)

His fingers brush over a tiny valley on his forearm. A rough, pink divot where a demobat didn’t bite, but— slipped? Or something. It’s interesting, actually, because if he lowers that arm to his side, he can see where that scar leads. Where the thing managed to latch on and rip a chunk out.

If it weren’t invading his dreams and turning him into an insomniac, he’d congratulate it. Good effort, man, but you didn’t get me. Just made me look a little cooler.

He could call someone. That’s an idea. And by someone, well. Who else is missing a few pieces?

The Honey Inside Your Hive (Director's Cut) by biggest_mistake

(1/1 I 10,764)

Steve Harrington is on his own in a big new city and running out of money. The clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find a source of income soon he’ll be forced to admit his father was right when he said Steve couldn’t make it on his own. Desperate, he scours the classifieds and comes across a vague ad promising a big payout for only a few hours of work.

If Steve had been a little more cautious—or a little less proud—maybe he wouldn’t be losing his virginity on camera.

Or: Steve unknowingly auditions for a porno. Eddie’s more than happy to help him get the role—and lose his virginity. Jim’s there to document the occasion.

(It’s a Casting Couch fic.)

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails by pinkiequinn

(1/1 I 15,121)

The Harrington-Wheeler’s have it all. They’re newlyweds. They’ve just moved into a beautiful new apartment. Nancy’s career has taken off. And they are finally, finally starting a family.

But there’s something not quite right with the neighbours. And the building is so cold. And Nancy’s never home.

And Steve’s has been having the strangest dreams.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic

(5/5 I 34,987)

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Are You Flagging? by soidade

(17/17 I 40,991)

“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.

Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”

Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”

-------------------------------------------------

A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance.

flight risk by Ayes, itskleo

(16/16 I 81,324)

Eddie Munson is famous for giving his bodyguards the slip. Enter Steve Harrington. Has this bratty rock star finally met a babysitter that can keep up with him?

[softandsleepyboy]

Here's to all the girls who are snips, snails, and puppy dog tails!

Here's to all the boys who are sugar, spice, and everything nice!

Here's to the kids that are a blend of it all!

You don't have to play by the gender binary and neither does your regression

[ao3feed-steve-eddie]

by pinkiequinn

The Harrington-Wheeler’s have it all. They’re newlyweds. They’ve just moved into a beautiful new apartment. Nancy’s career has taken off. And they are finally, finally starting a family.

But there’s something not quite right with the neighbours. And the building is so cold. And Nancy’s never home.

And Steve’s has been having the strangest dreams.

Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham, Sam Owens (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: Demon Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is the Devil (real), Demon Sex, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Lactation Kink, Male Lactation, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, (but more just like... in theory), Scenting, growing a pussy for impregnation reasons, Intersex Steve Harrington, Foot Fetish, Deepthroating, Monsterfucking, Body Modification, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Breeding Kink, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Religious Cults, Gaslighting, Character Death, Horror, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, It's Rosemary's Baby!, Sacrilege, Cock Worship, Devil worship, (in more ways than one lol)

[hollowtones]

are u snips, snails, or puppy dog tails

I'm Holly