#somebody reblog please omfg.

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TW: GORE/HEAD INJURY⚠️‼️

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Hysteria was so good omfg….. so good in fact it could be a lil series 👀 Would you consider doing a part 2 please? If not, that’s okay!! :)

Hysteria pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Thank you so much, my love!! I really hoped that this would just be a two-parter, but what i have here has already taken me AGES and i wanted to give the final smut all the attention it deserved. let me know what you think pwease!!

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, infidelity, a very bad relationship between RC and her boyfriend, lots of mentions of fucking but no sex in this part, some delicious fucking ANGST!!!!, threats of violence and drama, bad bitches having a hard time talking about their feelings, you'll probably want to read the other part first but i'm not a cop.

You should not be staring at Eddie Munson. Especially not in the middle of the cafeteria. 

But you can't take your eyes off of him. Not because of the way his frizzy hair catches the light like a halo, or how he's smiling wide enough that you can see his dimples from the other side of the room, torso stretched long over the edge of the table. It's not because you know how the little hollow spaces around his mouth feel against your skin.

It's what he's got caught between his fingers that has you tripping over your feet to get to him.

A shiny white polaroid picture.

Somebody was talking to you—one of the girls from the squad blabbing in your ear about fuck all as you step into the crowded lunch room. You don't even mumble out an excuse, pushing past the bodies in your way, ignoring the glares that follow you all the way to the freak table.

"Give me that."

Eddie's passed the photo to one of his friends, and that's who you snatch it from. He's a freshman, clearly, with a mop of curly brown hair covered in a dorky looking baseball cap. He lets out a soft cry of protest; you silence him with a look.

But you're not in the photo. Nobody is in the photo. 

You were expecting something explicit—expected to see your own fucked-out body spread on his sheets, his rings glinting where they laid against your cheek and his spit smeared across the insides of your thighs. You expected a picture that would have you dripping through the cotton panties you were wearing. You were expecting some kind of thrill to know that Eddie had been looking at it where anybody could see it. 

So the reality is a little jarring. 

It's a polaroid of a fucking dog.

Not even a cute dog—a little mutt, laying on its belly in the dry grass, washed out in the bright sun. A waste of fucking film, if you didn’t know what it was really for. 

Your mouth presses into a tight line, lips pinched between your teeth, and you keep your gaze down, unsure what will happen if you look Eddie in the eyes when you’re feeling so insane. 

Now is not the time to laugh so hard you’d snort, or rip his throat out with your teeth for getting under your skin. Now is not the time to fall all over him like you’ve been fucking craving. 

None of the boys at the table are brave enough to make a sound when you look up—not even Eddie, although he wears quite the grin.

It takes more than one deep breath before you feel safe enough to speak.

"Cute, Munson,” you deflect, popping a hip as you flip the photo back in his direction, “I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, princess,” he smiles, cocky as all hell, “we're not exclusive."

Somebody laughs. It’s a high-pitched, nervous little giggle that sticks out amid all the heavy silence of listening ears. Eddie leans back in his seat, hands cupped behind his head the same way he had the night you went to his trailer. Echoes of the same shivers he’d pulled from you brush across your skin. 

You want to say something biting. You open your mouth, ready for it, and nothing comes out. Eddie's shirt has ridden up a little, a thin sliver of pale skin revealed beneath his black t-shirt. Maybe even the edge of a tattoo.

Fuck.

He sees where you're staring. He could call attention to it, if he wanted—people at the nearby tables are all waiting to watch shit go down—but Eddie doesn't say anything. His cheeks grow a little pinker.

"What's going on, baby?"

Double fuck.

Connor’s here. You feel his thick arm squeezing possessively around your waist, tightening like a snake sizing up its meal. Your whole body goes still. 

“Hey, babe.”

Your boyfriend smiles in a way he probably thinks is charming, and one meaty finger steers your head in his direction. You're given no warning before his tongue is in your mouth, cracked lips brushing clumsily over yours.

Fuck. Fuck. A millions times fuck.

You slip your hands behind his head, out of view. You don't want anybody to notice the way your fingers curl into fists, nails digging against your palms as you count down the seconds until he stops touching you—pretending to kiss him back and pretending to like it even as your throat and stomach burn. 

Eddie’s noticed. You can tell the second you look at him, his brows divoted towards each other, gaze twitching between your tightly-balled fists and Connor’s sneer. 

“What’re you doing talking to these pricks, babe?” Connor asks you, totally ignoring Eddie and his friends. You shouldn’t roll your eyes at him—shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re growing a little tired of the prom king attitude—so you freeze your expression like plasticine, and keep all the hate on the inside. 

You hand him the polaroid between your fingers, put on a bitchy exterior that doesn’t look much different from your normal exterior. 

“Eddie was just showing us all his new girlfriend.”

Connor squints at the photo, huffing a dumb little laugh from between his lips. You’ve set him up for about a thousand good punchlines. Of course he goes for the most obvious. 

“Finally found a bitch who’s willing to fuck you?” Connor asks, tossing the picture at Eddie.

It smacks against his chest before falling pathetically to the floor; Eddie doesn’t move an inch, eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. But everybody hears him when he mutters, “not the only bitch.” 

Then his gaze slides to you.

Oh. fucking. shitting. bitchfuck. The surrounding tables go silent, and then burst into activity, filling the room with little murmurs. You watch the stunned looks change, realization blinking on expressions like a string of Christmas lights, feeling every pair of eyes crawling over your skin.

Connor’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he explodes in a rush of movement, gripping the collar of Eddie’s jacket in both meaty fists.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Connor! Jesus.”

He shrugs you off where you grab at him, his elbow hitting hard enough in your chest that you fall back a few steps. You rub at the spot with your palm, forced to watch like everybody else.

And even though Connor’s got him in a grip tough enough to keep his feet off the ground, it takes Eddie a generous second to rip his eyes from you. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, freak,” Connor spits right in his face, “or what kind of shit you’ve been smoking, but you better watch it. ‘Cause there’s no way a girl like mine would ever want a greasy little prick like you within a mile of her.” 

And Eddie could ruin everything for you in this one shining second. You can almost see it—the smirk of his lips as he tells Connor, tells everyone, about how he made you fucking scream for him, how you begged on hands and knees for the freak of Hawkins to fuck you, and how he refused.

But he doesn't. And, to his credit, Eddie's hardly phased by Connor’s random outburst. He keeps his face neutral, raising his hands in surrender.

“Hey man, listen—I didn’t mean anything by it,” Eddie tells him, and it’s only a little bitchy, “promise.”  

The cafeteria wouldn’t be quieter if it were empty, all eyes on the freak table and your boyfriend and the guy you can’t stop thinking about fucking. 

After a tense second, Connor’s grip loosens on Eddie’s jacket. Maybe he believes what Eddie told him. Or maybe he’s just remembered that if he got suspended again, coach would bench him for the rest of the season. 

“Stay away from her, got it?”—he steps away with a final threat—“or I’ll bash your fucking head in.” 

Connor yanks you away with a hand at your bicep, and your fingers are numb when they curve around his jacket sleeve. It’s like he hardly feels you there, all deep, heavy breaths and poisonous stares back over his shoulder. You want to look back, too. But you know better.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking freak, swear to god,” he tells you.

And he means it. 

You skip fifth period. 

Nobody even looks your way when you push past the clanky metal doors into the pale sunshine, probably passively assuming you’re on your way to hotbox in the parking lot or make out under the bleachers—which, to be fair, you’d done before. But you don’t stop walking when you reach any of your usual hiding spots, past the goal post at the far end of the football field and into the damp leaves beyond the tree line.

It’s quiet out here. Which only makes more room for your racing thoughts, rattling through the leaves and dead brush that soften your footsteps to an almost silence.

But you're not sure where you're headed. Guys talked about it all the time—the picnic table in the middle of the woods where Eddie did business—but none of them ever brought their girlfriends with them.

You thought it was because Eddie was a creep, that Connor was protecting you from his dealer’s lewd comments and stares when he left you alone in his Jeep every time he went to go buy. 

But the way he looked back in the cafeteria, how easy it was for him to grab at Eddie and how unphased Eddie had been by it all . . .

Maybe your safety wasn't even on Connor's radar.

Luckily, the journey to the table is a straight shot through the woods. One second there's nothing but green leaves and branches in every direction, and the next you're stepping on beer cans and candy bar wrappers at the edge of a clearing.

It's about as underwhelming as you pictured it. A dinky old picnic table in a sea of flattened, molding leaves. Piles of them lift beneath your shoes, releasing the smell of damp earth into the air with each step.

Might as well sit while you wait.

The slats dig into your ass, not that that matters. You'll sit here all night if you have to. You can peel the splinters from your cheeks later.

Your fingers run along the scratches on the table's surface, names in hearts and gossip from two, three years ago, maybe more—all overlapping and criss-crossing until you can't read any of them.

Except for one, near the edge. Eddie's name is carved deep with repeated wear, the lines black and thick enough to snag at your fingers when you trace at his clumsy scrawl.

Ugh, fuck him. This dickhead makes you cum one time (or more—whatever) and now he’s got you thinking in metaphors. 

The waiting doesn't take away any of your worry—just multiplies it, like you've got to make enough to fill all this empty space, have to send some of it back to Hawkins High and keep a cushion between Eddie and his obvious death wish.

Maybe Connor wouldn't beat the shit out of Eddie at school, but there were plenty of places he and his friends could corner a loner.

Places without witnesses. Places with a lot of beer and their own cheers multiplying off echoey walls.

Places where there'd be nothing to make them stop.

“I’m not gonna fuck you out here, if that’s what you were thinking.”

" Jesus,"—you jump, and a few more splinters implant themselves on your landing—"Eddie."

He's standing at the edge of the clearing like you summoned him—thought his name one too many times and he appeared by magic.

If that worked, though, he'd have showed up in your bedroom every night for the past week. And your shower. Maybe at least once during your math class.

"I would be kind of hot, though," he continues without meeting your eyes as he wanders over to the table, fidgeting with his rings. You swallow the lump in your throat when he curls his thick fingers under the table top, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Eddie wears a cool look when the table wobbles, metal supports groaning from the movement. "But I don't think she could take it."

"Eddie—"

It's like you hadn't said anything. He’s on a roll, rubbing a hand over the uneven stubble on his jaw, considering the options with his hip popped.

"I've always wanted to fuck someone on the edge of a table, though. Think your boyfriend would come looking for you out here?"

"Eddie."

A smirk blooms across his face. "What do you think he’d do if he found me balls deep in your pretty pussy?"

"Eddie—"—you slam your palm on the table, make him look you in the eyes—“stop.”

Whether you wanted him to or not, he listens. Maybe it's too bad. You were kind of hoping to hear more about the whole fucking on the edge of the table thing.

Eddie's arms cross over his chest, jaw jutting toward you.

You're stunned silent for a second. He's actually gonna stop talking long enough for you to speak.

"You- you can't pull shit like that again."

Eddie plops down into the seat across from you, hands clasped together, wearing this look of false innocence.

"To what shit are you referring?"

"Fuck, Eddie," you reach out for emphasis, "this is serious."

You're surprised by the feel of his hands—the soft heat of his skin and smooth contours of his veins—even though you're the one who reached for him, fingers slipping under the edge of his sleeve and circling his wrist.

His expression softens, big eyes getting bigger, pink tongue sandwiched between his lips. You're not even thinking about the way you felt the last time he had his tongue pressed to your skin. Just touching him like this has your heart pounding.

You slip your hand back, palm flat to the wood. "You can't antagonize Connor like that, okay? He's fucking crazy."

"Uh, I was trying to antagonize you. Your boyfriend showed up uninvited."

You want to laugh, but that would give him the wrong idea. "Well, you shouldn't be antagonizing me, either."

Eddie kicks his feet up onto the bench, hopping on the table top so he can lean in close. “Probably not, sweetheart. But have you ever thought maybe you shouldn’t have a boyfriend who’s, uh— I don’t know—fucking crazy?”

He tries so hard to look nonchalant, but you’re picking up on the signals. The shake in his hands and the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

Oh, god. He's fucking serious. As serious as you've ever seen Eddie get.

The breeze blowing through the clearing sets goosebumps across your arms. “I can handle Connor, okay? But you have to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie rests his chin on his hand, pursing his lips together. “What if I don’t, sweetheart? You gonna punish me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s stubborn. He’s a lot of other things, too, but you gotta focus on the stubbornness right now or you’re gonna end up bent over the table.

Eddie’s eyes go wide when you don't respond, hand dropping away from his face.

“Oh my god. Are you, like, actually worried about me?"

It’s the way he says it—like you weren’t even human to him until now, like he can hardly believe you’re capable of feeling anything but apathy or rage. 

And it shouldn't hurt. You didn't climb to the top of the social ladder of Hawkins High by caring what every dumbass guy whispered behind your back. Or what they said to your face.

You had skin like armor, and normally a comment like that wouldn't even make a dent.

So why do you feel like crying?

“Fuck you, Eddie.” 

You're up from the table before the look of surprise solidifies on Eddie’s face, already into the trees when he catches up with you. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’s already seen it.

You care about Eddie. You care about the freak. And you don’t want to see him get hurt because of you.

“Hey—” Eddie catches you with a hand at your wrist, circling it in his big, warm grasp, “shit, don’t—”

You throw his hand off you, wild, too big for your body. “Don’t what, Eddie?”

You're just so fucking tired of this. Of thinking about him all the time. It's like you're drowning. Wanting Eddie Munson is going to kill you.

“Don’t-” he stares at the tips of your white Keds, digs his own shoes into the dirt, “don’t go back to him.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laugh at him, harsh and mean because maybe that’s who you are at your core. “And you and I can live out our Litte House on the Prarie shit here in the fucking woods? He’s gonna come looking for me, Eddie. He already wants to kill you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” 

You know what he meant. You can see it in his big, brown eyes, the way he’s fucking terrified to look at you. And he’s probably right to be, after everything you’ve done.

Whatever. Fuck this. Fuck your feelings and his pretty baby cow eyes and anything else that made you believe that things could be better.

“Did Tommy invite you to his party Friday?”

Eddie kicks a clump of leaves in your general direction. “I’m always invited to Tommy’s parties.”

That’s not true. You’re always invited to Tommy’s parties. Eddie’s always invited to deal. There's a difference.

You wrap your arms over your chest, fighting off the chill from a gust of wind that isn't there.

“Don’t go."

Jesus, you sound needy. Needy and weak.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? I make, like, a month’s worth of gas money selling to Tommy and his stupid friends—”

And would get the ever-living shit kicked out of him if Connor saw him there.

You stomp towards him, ending up chest to chest, your words coming out harsh through your teeth.

"I will buy you out."

Eddie's lips part with a soft pop, eyes tracing your face. You can't tell if he's offended that you've offered him money (which was kind of a dick move, if you’re being honest), his expression—normally so easily decodable—coolly masked.

Okay,” he says, pausing, like this is just some deal, "while we’re making demands . . . break up with your boyfriend.”

“Eddie . . .”

You can’t remember the last time you felt like this—throat tight and raw, barely balancing on the knife’s edge of tears. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried over a stupid, fucking boy.

You wish Eddie was just another stupid fucking boy. 

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, staring up through the leaves. “Just- think about it, okay?” 

And he walks off without looking back. 

tagging: @dotslabyrinth

[siren-serenity]

Hi! I was hoping you could write something with my yuusona Minthe (she/they pronouns used interchangeably) for the battle of the restaurants event ^^ (here's their info!)

May I request, Minthe as a barista. She's trying to make Vil's order (which is a bit complicated) but Rook keeps distracting them with cute nicknames which only get weirder the more they don't react to it, and so they make a mistake?

Minthe, Rook and Vil are in a polycule.

Thank you, and I hope you have a great day ahead ^^

↳ *TITLE: HER LOVERS!* ༉‧₊˚✧

↳ *MINTHE X ROOK HUNT X VIL SCHOENHEIT!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ OMFG??? THATS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE FOR ME!!! bro minthe should be in heaven - i mean?? rook dedicating all his love for you? being vil's lover and being in the utmost care? that is honestly a dream!!! (Okay, as I wrote this, I made a HUGE mistake by deviating from the plot line…let me know if you want me to rewrite it!!! So sorry T-T)

↳ *𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘚!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Taglist: @krenenbaker, @moonlitnyx, @azulashengrottospiano. @eynnwwyjth, @parad-ice-lostandfound, @officialdaydreamer00, @leonistic, @plutosring, @starsilluminateourgalaxy, @aceofsweets, @rav--en, @dowdos, @deathkat657, @escha-evenstar, @toffeeeez, @dearest-siblingtwst, @biromanticboba, @savanaclaw1996, @candlewitch-cryptic, @lowenergyallday

please reblog or dm if you wish to be tagged!!

Their presence in the cafe blinded the students. Who wouldn't be? It was the queen and his huntsman, Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt after all. Vil's appearance is as beautiful as ever; he truly deserves the title of 'the fairest of them all'. Similarly, Rook's wide grin made him glow with beauty.

"Ma cherie!" Rook crooned as he skipped his way to the barista counter. Minthe gave him a small grin and nodded. "Hey, Rook!"

"Forgetting somebody," Vil drawled playfully before reaching for her hand. He brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "Morning, little dagger."

Minthe clicked the computer screen and sent him a loving smile. "Good morning, my fairest. What would you two like to order?"

Vil hummed under his breath. "Something healthy to start the day, I suppose. I haven't gone on my jog yet."

The huntsman nodded. "I'll have anything Vil takes! We're going on a jog later. Truly, Vil is the most dedicated to pursuing the path of beauty!"

Minthe laughed in agreement.

"That's why we love him," she teased. "Alright! Can I serve you two a fruit smoothie and chicken pot pie to start your day? Perfectly healthy and made with organic ingredients. No preservatives added."

The blonds nodded in agreement before having a small polite "squabble" over who would pay. Minthe could hear the quiet whispers as she went to make their smoothies. Vil would occasionally go "I'm your housewarden!" to which Rook would reply with "As your beloved huntsman, I should pay! It is but a small cost."

As she sliced the bananas, she could hear her senior, Melody Striker, approaching.

"Got the two fighting over you again?" The black-purple-haired girl snickered, gesturing to the two who were still arguing. "Ah, young love."

The strawberry juice covered her fingers and made them feel sticky, but Minthe carried on. "No, they're just arguing over who pays for both their meals."

She playfully sighed, switching in the blender with a flick of a finger.

“Honestly,” she yelled over the chaotic noise. “They should just take turns or pay for their own! I don’t see the need—“

“I think they just like showing off to you,” Melody smirked. “It’s probably a Pomefiore thing; I saw Ace and Epel doing the same a few days back. Peacocks, all of them.”

Minthe snorted as she poured the smoothie into the two cups. “I can see that.”

As the black-purple-haired senior walked away to the counter, she prepared the last of the identical dishes before walking towards her lovers. Her heart fluttered as she met eye contact with both of them and almost on instinct, a smile blossomed on her face.

“Your dishes, monsieurs,” she teased, setting down the plates. Vil looked upon the meal with a glint in his eyes and Minthe awaited with bated breath for his approval.

Vil hummed before gracefully taking a fork and taking a bite out of the warm chicken pot pie. Even as she stood, she could smell the tantalising scent of the meat, cooked to perfection and smelling utterly delectable.

“You’re not good at hiding your desire, little dagger,” Vil’s playful drawl snapped her out of her stupor. She felt him cradling her chin with one hand, lifting up the spoon with a piece of the pie on it to her mouth. “Have some, dear.”

Minthe felt Rook take her unoccupied hand in his, brushing a calloused thumb over her knuckles.

“Eat, mon amor,” Rook hummed, “I can sense your hunger and your yearning to have a bite of the pie!”

As if agreeing, Minthe’s stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. With a sigh and a smile, she relented. She took a bite, her smile growing larger with the taste of the pie dancing on her tongue. With her eyes closed, she didn’t notice Vil and Rook exchanging a fond, loving smile between them.

[itsseohannbin]

so sorry to hear about what happened to your blog. just as a friendly note in case you didn’t already know, and for the sake of maybe saving some fics you had lost, if somebody had a post of yours saved in their drafts on their blog, and then they go to that post and hit the edit button, it shows the whole post if there’s a read more :)

omfg you are a lifesaver! I didn't know this, but thank you thank you thank you!!!

If anybody has any of my work reblogged and sitting in their drafts CAN YOU PLEASE POST & TAG ME IN IT!! It would be a great help in trying to get this entire situation worked out!!!!

thank you so much Anonny ♡

I super super appreciate you!

-- Hannji ♡

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #22

Leviathan: Do all American parties actually have those red plastic cups or is this a lie created by the movies

Leviathan: This has had like 65,000 notes and NO-ONE has answered

Luke: Because no one on tumblr has been to a party

•

Mammon: I went to an Arab-American comedy night and there was a Muslim guy making a joke about being in high school football

“I was hit so hard I saw Jesus. Do you know how hard you have to be hit to see somebody else’s god?”

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Mammon: How did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant HOW DID TH

Satan:

English person: *points at an apple* Apple

French person: Non c’est une fucking pomme

*800 years of war*

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Solomon: Hey man I haven’t heard anything from Beethoven in a while. Is he on hiatus or something?

Barbatos: Beethoven hasn’t heard anything in a while either

Lucifer: Too soon

Diavolo: HE DIED IN 1827

Satan: He’s decomposing

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Leviathan: OMFG SO TODAY MY BROTHER’S PHONE WENT OFF AND HIS RINGTONE WAS SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND AND MY OTHER BROTHER STOOD UP AND SAID TURN THAT THING OFF IF I HEAR IT AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY TRACK DOWN RIHANNA AND EXPLAIN TO HER THAT DIAMONDS DO NOT SHINE THEY REFLECT

Leviathan: Do you think this is the right time to tell my brother he’s tumblr famous now

•

Asmodeus:

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ENTRANCE EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ORAL PRESENTATIONS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR GIANT ESSAYS

GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK

d(^u^)b

Mammon: How did you do the backwards ‘b’

Satan: Try the key next to ‘f’

Mammon: G

Barbatos: And here we see someone fried from exams

•

Mammon: “Mickey mouse it says you want to divorce Minnie because she was……extremely silly?”

“No I said she was fucking goofy”

Mammon: Please stop reblogging this I stole this joke from my brother

•

Solomon: A Mexican magician tells the audience he will disappear on the count of 3. He says “uno, dos…” *poof*…he disappeared without a tres

Satan: I’m mad as fuck this stupid ass joke amused me

•

Leviathan: I’m trying to figure out when “oh it’s midnight” turned into “oh, it’s only midnight”

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Solomon: So my friend is a priest and apparently can’t deny when I ask him to bless something so I now have a blessed laptop, blessed loaf of bread, and blessed underwear

Solomon: I just asked him to bless this post and he did

MC: This post is officially the most holy post on tumblr. Use it to banish sins from your dashboard

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Beelzebub: Sleeping is nice because you’re not actually dead and you’re not awake so it’s a win-win situation

Belphegor: It’s like being dead without the commitment

Satan: An open relationship with death

Simeon: Death with benefits

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Asmodeus: So one time this asshole was harassing my friend and he gave them a note that said: “hey pretty wanna date me? Yes: smile No: backflip” and like the fucking badass they are and because they’re a gymnast, they got up and did a fucking backflip in the middle of class

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Leviathan: My family isn’t home, you know what that means

*sits in living room instead of sealing myself away in my room*

Raphael: This is too accurate

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[hardlystrictlystarwars]

AHHHHHHH OMFG 🥰💕

Ah omfg this was a great gift to come back to!!! Thank you(every single one of you)! When I started posting to this blog back in April I never would’ve imagined that somebody would actually enjoy what I wrote. BUT HErE WE FREaKING ARE!!! 

If I could, I would give every single one of you a hug. I have found this blog and writing to be very therapeutic and I hope that in the future anything I post/reblog can do even a fraction of what it has done for me. 

As a 100 follower celebration(this might be a little cliche) I’ve posted a bunch of numbered prompts down below that I’ve collected from pinterest, tumblr and other places. If you want to request one just send one in(preferably with a character I’ve written for before) I don’t know how long this will take me but I promise I will do all of them(You can also send one in anonymously if you don’t want ur @ attached to it).

“You’re just not the same anymore”

“Don’t look at me like that”

"Promise we'll meet again?"

“Don’t leave”

"I'll forgive the galaxy, because you're in it"

“your kisses mean the world to me.”

“just one more kiss.” “i can’t. i’ll be late for work.”

‘’you can’t claim to love someone, and then go and do what you just did.’’ 

“What made you change sides?”

"When did you stop loving me?"

"You left without saying goodbye."

"For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

"This is the third time you've broken a promise to me, I'm starting to think you are doing it on purpose."

"I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want."

''i don't know if i can do this.'' ''you can, and you will. just put on your best smile. you'll woo [them]. just like you wooed me.'' 

“Those things I said to you...I just wish I could go back and stop myself from ever saying them.” “There are things I regret too. But we’re here now. Together.”

“People can stay, you know? It’s possible.” 

" Yeah we're together, just not right now. "

“You left!”

“Do you have any idea on what you’ve done?”

“Is that a threat?” “Its a promise.”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“Are you drunk?” “...No.”

[fanfoolishness]

Steven Universe: Future thoughts

Spoilers for the first four episodes below the jump!  All sorts of rambling ahead!  Please message me or reblog to share your thoughts, I wanna talk about it all!

I’ll try to organize things by episode.  I won’t be able to rewatch them until they go up on Apple TV so this is all off the cuff.  AHOY!

1x01 Little Homeschool

Steven has White, Blue and Yellow essences in his bathroom cupboard.  Maybe keep a bottle of your own spit just to be safe?  You never know? 

Aww Cherry Quartz is cute.  Did she actually get named? I assume that’s who that is.

I had thought that shot in the trailer was going to be Pink Smoky Quartz.   I was wrong, but then we DO get Pink Smoky Quartz next episode ahhhh!

We all know Steven drew that picture of himself and the Diamonds on the brochure.  

I like to think that Steven keeps up with his drawing during quiet times, and while he isn’t technically great, most 16-year-old artists aren’t great per se.  What’s important is that he keeps doing it and he’ll keep getting better!

Little Homeschool looks awesome and I want to go make some morps with Vidalia.  Wait, were Lapis and Peridot there? I don’t remember.  They should be!

I’m so glad Jasper isn’t the big bad!!! And I love that she’s just antisocial but not actively harming anyone (beetles and grass aside).  

Still no explanation for the blanket, I love it

STEVEN GO OFF, YOU TELL HER NOT TO HURT THAT BEETLE

Whoa Steven, that rage is juuuuust below the surface these days, isn’t it?  I get being annoyed at Jasper and I’m sure this isn’t the first time they’ve had this discussion but he really does just go off on her pretty damn quickly, and several times.

I am concerned that he referenced her corrupting herself.  I DON’T WANT CORRUPTED STEVEN Y’ALL, this better not be foreshadowing!!!!!

Honestly Jasper just needs to get into wrestling, I’m shocked Amethyst and Steven haven’t pointed this out to her

I’m dying at her attacking all the Earthlings in her little radius

Awww Steven, at first he’s really intrigued by Diamond Mode and wants to learn how to use it better.  So optimistic!

Except you totally killed about 10 conifers and only healed one, so way to hurt the forest dude

Am I the only one wondering how conflicted Dr. Maheswaren must feel, knowing Steven can heal all this crazy shit and that a) she’s toiling at doing it the old-fashioned way, b) he could really help her patients, and c) he isn’t?

Looking forward to seeing Steven and Jasper talk again, but I really hope it’s not because Steven’s been corrupted and is trying to get over it.  Urrrgh no ;_;

I do want to see if she has tips for how to control anger.  Or how to use it and learn from it.  But I’m not sure she knows either.

Steven is a shark.  Because if he’s not swimming, he’s sinking.  And swimming to him is helping people.  If he can’t do that, if he can’t do what he’s supposed to do in his mind, what is he doing?  He’s gonna sink this season and it’s gonna be FUCKING SPECTACULAR.

1x02 Guidance

Amethyst is so proud of herself!  It’s awesome!

Steven is clearly a little uncomfortable that he didn’t come up with the idea, isn’t he?  He also has a hard time figuring out that there are ways to use what you’re made for instead of having to run from it.  Of course, that isn’t true for everyone.  Little Larimar did love screams and children more than ice.  The best lesson is that people are different, some are comfortable working in a certain zone whereas others need to struggle past it to feel complete.

Amethyst was sitting in front of the Teens of Rage video game.  I FEEL THIS WILL BE SIGNIFICANT Y’ALL.

I’m just so glad Mr. Smiley finally isn’t understaffed. He could take a day off and go visit Mr. Frowny!

Uncle Andy is back!  Yay!  And he’s getting involved with Beach City in general, I’m really happy to see him putting down some roots.

Smoky Quartz is back!

PINK SMOKY HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THEM GO

Love love love the pink/purple asides for the Steven and Amethyst debate while being Smoky Quartz

TIME SLOWING/SUPER SPEED POWERS??? I WAS NOT PREPARED

The roller coaster exploded IN THE OCEAN I can’t EVEN

So far both Steven and Amethyst are intrigued and impressed by Diamond Mode, and sure, it seems harmless now... 

Steven is worried he’s losing his touch helping people.  That makes me worried that that’s part of a bigger feeling, not just this particular snafu.

Amethyst being so direct is often the one who gets closest to Steven talking about his feelings.  He started to go there, but then Little Larimar showed up again with their terrifying talk about screams....

1x03 Rose Buds

I’m really glad Greg and the Gems aren’t giving Steven shit about not wanting Rose to be looming over him in portrait form.  Now if y’all will also TALK to Steven about how he feels about it... but at least they’re okay with him removing the portrait.

HOOOOOOLY SHIT Y’ALL

I’m so happy J-10 and Y-6 are back!

OMFG they are NOT over Greg and it’s amazing

GAH-REG HOW COULD YOU

I’m glad the Zoomans are in control of their own destiny and able to go where they wish!  

no no no no no no no no no no we all know what’s coming here

Coming face to face with Rose Quartzes = instant KO for one Steven Universe

I almost had a panic attack with him as the Roses clustered around him and the music got tenser and tenser and the camera zoomed in on his face and that was fucking INTENSE PEOPLE

Greg seeing the Roses and just noping the fuck outta there, amazing, everyone in this family is so repressed

Poor Garnet and Pearl hiding in the bathroom

“Yeah, it’s weird”

Poor Rose Quartz-who-most-looks-like-our-Rose-Quartz, it’s clear she is much more emotionally in tune than the other two (due to her belly gem placement?)

STEVEN GOT NEW PAJAMAS

but let him sleep shirtless you cowards!

Also he just looked... so GROWNUP in that scene by the warp pad?  His proportions were just no longer little kidlike?  And he is still cutely beefy but not really little-kid chubby anymore and teen me would have had it BAD for him at this point, I’m just sayin’

Steven is S O O O O   S T R E S S E D   R I G H T   N O W

he’s eating his fucking blanket in an attempt to not talk about his problems I CAN’T

also HAVE WE NOTICED that Steven will eventually end up telling strangers at least some of what’s bothering him, but never the people who actually love and care about him

this episode was so damn tense it is masterful

I’m glad they managed to talk things out a little

but clearly Steven is still, as always, just scratching the surface, this poor kid just needs to GO OFF.

did he go pink in this one from stress for a second?  Or was that the next one? 

1x04 Volleyball

You cannot tell me that that white coat is not a hand-me-down from Dr. Maheswaren, it is CANON IN MY MIND

also damn how many Gems are cracking themselves right and left that this needs to happen regularly?

seriously though Steven, you might just want to get a spittoon and start sending one to every hospital ever, you would undo A LOT of human suffering....

Steven honey I’m so sorry your mom did you so wrong and I’m so sorry you’re so scared of everything to do with her and NONE OF IT IS YOUR FAULT OKAY

but maybe also you need to learn how to face some of this stuff so it doesn’t scare you so badly

Poor Pink Pearl!

Volleyball? Seriously Steven? so insensitive how do you know Pink didn’t throw a volleyball at her head

Poor Pearl and Volleyball feeling so jealous about each other

Volleyball is 8000 years old??  damn how old was Pink?

oooooooh the Reef!  so cool and mysterious!  Look at all those Pearl possibilities!

So Pink damaged her Pearl, and she sent her to the Reef for repair.  They fixed her gem, but when she reformed, the trauma was still so severe that she reformed with the crack.  Oh man :(

Now again I don’t want Corrupted Steven but you could probably wrangle that into support for the theory.

I prefer to think that Steven will do something different than straight-up Corruption to himself, but we could see something like the crack form instead of Corruption.

Willing himself into a monster form only works if he thinks of himself completely as a monster.  Right now he thinks Pink is the monster, and he thinks, finally, that he isn’t Pink.  So either he’d have to really hurt somebody and then view himself as a monster, or, my preference, he would develop something like a scar or pink eyes or stay pink all the time or something until he’s figured out his issues.

I JUST DON’T WANT HIM TO HAVE HORNS, YOU GUYS.

Pearl WAS protecting Volleyball from Steven oh NOOOOO

STEVEN SONIC SCREAM

So we’ve got Diamond Mode Strength, Super Speed, and Sonic Scream, man oh man oh man

this finally makes sense because all the other Diamonds have such well-developed offensive powers

Pink must have been like “no those are dangerous I don’t want them, what else can I do” and developed her healing powers secretly

I always wondered why the Diamonds never recognized Rose Quartz’s healing tears or shield as belonging to Pink

And it must be that she never showed it to them

They maybe only knew about her offensive powers

MEGA PEARL IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WISE AND HER RIBBON DANCING IS SO MAGNIFICENT AND I LOVE THEM JUST TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER YOU TWO

I can’t believe we got a new fusion so quickly!!!!

Fuck that bitch Shell amirite

look, someone help Steven.

Please help Steven.

HELP. STEVEN.

No new trailer for next week???? COWARDS

omg someone please please scream about all this with me

[delusion-of-negation]

@cubric was scrolling down 2mm in the replies to see the one beneath yours too much effort for you? or scrolling somewhat further, a huge 10cm, to see my most recent reblog? and both (below, if you can bear scrolling) address your asinine question. beneath that I'm going to also link the follow-up post I made, it addresses this shit, and I'll copy (some of) my explanations too.

btw, it's themselves or themself or their selves, not they selves, & 'their selves' would be like in a fantasy movie when somebody has their mind split up & they have to 'fight their evil self', for example

some of my explanation/s, copy n' pasted from prior comments:

this post is about not making other people feel like shit because they're human beings with flaws, because they can't be perfect.

what you need to do is practice mindfulness, let the thoughts go, when they happen don't judge them, just let them pass. but what do I know, I've been drinking for five hundred and seventy hours.

for the record though, I do know how it feels when you are mean to you - surprisingly, tumblr user delusion of negation does struggle with mental health issues. and the post kind of covers that - in that you also have to distance yourself mentally from the things your ill brain says, let them pass, and work on mindfulness. but mostly the post just wasn't about that, I was tired of assholes making me feel like I don't deserve to exist near them if I'm not perfect. and seeing people doing that shit to other people all the fucking time online.

can we please not do "this is why I hate myself" on the "dionysus tries to reassure people not to hate themselves to cope with these big self-hatred feels" post? it just doesn't feel like the best time.

/end copy n' pasted part

edit: I just woke up, so tired!me forgot that my reply was visible if you're using default (newest first), and it would've been at the top when they left replies to this. sorry my joke insult was inaccurate.

so far, I've been trying to only respond to people like this when they act all rude or snarky about it, but the laziness in display here omfg.

you're allowed to be messy, you're allowed to fuck up, you can be emotional and stupid and frantic and confusing and weird and any other embarrassing thing. anyone who makes you feel otherwise, or who makes you feel like you're walking on egg shells, like you're doomed if you slip up, they shouldn't be such a big part of your life.

[fractissomnium]

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by:  @arpeggxo

tagging: 

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴛᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ? I’m literal trash for Zemyx/IenzoMyde (or Emyd, Dyme, whatever “Somebody” name people come up with for the water baby)

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ sʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ? E v e r y t h i n g

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ? Ehhh… this one’s a tough one to answer? I’m less concerned about the age gap so long as both muses are of age. It’s always nice for the muses to be similar or close in age, but I’ve done ships with significant age differences. Both have their pros. Like I said, so long as both muses are of age, I’m pretty much cool with any age gap.

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ? Sometimes. It depends on the mun and the muse, and I feel like that sounds really asshole-ish, and I don’t mean for it to. But if I don’t particularly like how a certain mun ships with others, I probably won’t be too keen on shipping with them. I’m also really weird about shipping with certain duplicates. Case in point, I ship my nerd with Willow’s Isa, and while I’d be super down for interacting with any other Isa, I don’t know if I could ship with another one, just because of how intricate and involved that particular ship is.

ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ᴅᴏ sᴛᴇᴀᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴsꜰᴡ ? Okay so, I have a niece. She’s 12. Very innocent for her age (thank fuckin god because lord knows high school’s about to beat that out of her). So I consider something nsfw once it reaches a point where I’d cover her eyes if it was happening on a movie. Kissing is fine, some wandering hands are fine. But once lips start moving to body parts below the general collarbone area, my hands gotta cover my niece’s eyes, and that’s when I’ll usually start tagging it nsfw.

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sʜɪᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ? I’m open to any other ships tbh. I love ships? I love the different things that can happen with them, the different routes it can take, different backstories, different… everything. There’s so many different options and AU’s and verses that I can’t honestly say that I’m closed off to any one particular ship with my muse. So long as there’s chemistry between my nerd and the other, and so long as I’m comfortable approaching the mun to be like “SO HEY I GOT THIS IDEA”, then I’m basically open to it.

ᴅᴏᴇs ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴛᴏ sʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ? Not really? I mean, if you try forcing it, we’re gonna have some problems, but you don’t necessarily have to ask to ship with me. That makes me feel like I’m giving permission and that doesn’t feel right to me. Shipping is a two-way street. Discussing it, yes. Asking me? Please no. Don’t make me adult any more than I have to.

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ ? Omfg I have to be. Lol.

ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ? Literally throw yourself in my arms and go “STAr so I HAVE THIS IDEA WHERE OUR MUSES DO THE FRICK-FRACK.” And I’ll probably be like “YES OKAY TELL ME THIS IDEA” For real, though, just message me about whatever idea you have. Or even if you don’t, just tell me you’re interested in a ship. I tend to sink my teeth into one idea and just roll with it from there.

[doctorroseprompts]

OMFG, these prompts: “It’s always been you.” / “The only thing I want is you.” And my favorite “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Somebody PLEASE use this!!! I've been craving for some angst lately!

Those are great ones!!  Anyone want to write some angst this weekend? 

If you write one of these, or if you’ve reblogged the prompt meme and write Doctor/Rose stories based on the prompts you get, don’t forget to tag us so we can reblog your fic and add it to the weekly rec list on Sunday.

[yangrdn]

idek if i reblogged this already or not but idc it's amazing

i fell in love with this fic. from the start where tom is described as the typical "hard" to get through boy that's also seen as a whore (that made me laugh when i read that) to him being a softie with y/n 🥺 the way you wrote their relationship was so amazing. i LOVED reading tom introducing himself to the reader, and then trying to be all confident and kinda cocky because he wanted to get her attention in class. also i gasped when he took of his shirt, like dude you're trying too much she already sits next to you am i complaining tho i mean come on he LOOKS good i was going through so many emotions when he told his mates he was waiting for somebody and meant y/n, it made me melt bc the tom is waiting for y/n? the girl he met that exact same week? i don't wanna say it but the first word coming to my mind is SIMP- also why did they - or more like y/n- let go of each others/his hand, i was smiling sm bc i thought it was the cutest thing ever 😩

"just full of questions aren't you" and him being nervous? nope YOU started this, you finish this. after all you invited her and flirted with her🤨🤚 omfg PLEASE this fic kept killing me, because reading him being so proud of y/n and just wanting to show her off like "have you met my girlfriend y/n?" and wrapping his arm around her has my heart go boom boom boom 💓💓

so i usually don't read any frat!tom or college au's with tom in general, but damn this has to be one of my favorites because of how good and sweet it is 💖💖

Who would’ve thought | Frat!Tom

Summary: Who would’ve thought that the frat boy with the concerning reputation would actually be a big softie with a thing for romance? All it took was the right girl.

Word count - 3,705

Warnings - drinking, mentions of throwing up, language

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Tom Holland, the ultimate frat boy of the campus.

You first heard about him through people in your classes, the classes you were meant to share with him if he were to ever show up. He was considered cocky, a little bit of a whore, and didn’t have a care for anyone who he wasn’t A, trying to sleep with or B, wasn’t a part of his frat.

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