#stripey top

[themancorialist]

Stevenson Square, Manchester.

[fauxfickle]

Not a ship post

Wish Rolfe and Mitzi got more interactions together. It just be highschooler and man who peaked in high school. I imagine Rolfe likes to hear about all the classic high school drama and Mitzi likes him for being as much as gossip queen as her

[phansterdam]

one thing about life is you can never go wrong with a stripey top

[crimson-catalyst]

STRIPEY KINGS STICK 2GETHER

artfight revenge for my man @butterscotchnarwhal!!!!!!!!!! hehehehe... i was already planning to Get them but then she got me first >:v

[lavend3r-stardust]

I need to see them in my clothes immediately . . . for uh, scientific reasons :P nothing else . . . Totally not so i can feel another rush of dopamine as i see them spin around my room and sheepishly grin because we both know they love wearing my hoodies :>>

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

Bashar's outfit is similar to the outfit he wore in Paris all those years ago

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

It took me ages to realise the rugby top Gwilym wears in the movie is meant to be Brian's purple striped top.

Good work there, costume team 🙄

[gutsfics]

i need to learn to sew clothes so i can make a period accurate Gaius cosplay

[twinkdestruction]

he would

[mothbaaalls]

PATCHY JUST STOLE AN ELASTIC STRING OUT OF MY ROOM AND RAN AWAY WITH IT LMAO

[coreytasticc]

Realising that my ideal body and outfit is just Sheva Alomar if she were ripped as fuck is... something.

[zaerog-infinity]

Seeing Sugarplum in "Top 10 Worst" made me really sad. Can we get some Sugarplum love :(

The Ultimate FR Gene Survey RESULTS!

We polled 240 Genes altogether - all the Modern/Parallel and Ancient Primaries, Secondaries, and Tertiaries. This graph shows the spread of winning results throughout every gene:

Overall, FR Genes are Liked. A higher percentage of Modern genes are Loved (27.9%) than Ancient genes, which are Loved at 18.6%. No (exclusively) Ancient Genes are Disliked.

There were only 3 majority Dislike genes: Mosaic, Smirch, and Keel.

No Genes were majority Hate. 12 Genes received No Hate At All: Shell (Veilspun), Flair, Darts (Sandsurge), Spinner, Saddle, Noxtide, Flameforger (Aberration) (Banescale), Web (Veilspun), Tear (Banescale), Fade, Blaze, and Riopa (Auraboa).

Most Loved: Flair (by a lot) Most Liked: Weathered (Gaoler) Most Neutral: Spirit (Gaoler) Most Disliked: Smirch Most Hated: Keel (by a lot) Most Controversial: Space (Aether) (ended on majority Love but is also the most Hated Ancient tert)

The Top 10 Worst Genes (Highest Majority Negative Votes)

10. Saturn 9. Gembond 8. Sugarplum (Banescale) 7. Breakup 6. Candy (Aether) 5. Bright (Veilspun) 4. Hypnotic 3. Smirch 2. Mosaic 1. Keel

The Top 10 Modern/Parallel Genes (Highest Majority Positive Votes)

10. Harlequin 9. Foam 8. Flaunt 7. Constellation 6. Fade 5. Blaze 4. Cinder 3. Glimmer 2. Bee 1. Flair

The Top 10 Ancient Genes (Highest Majority Positive Votes)

10. Ragged (Banescale) 9. Sailfish (Sandsurge) 8. Web (Veilspun) 7. Diaphanous (Veilspun) 6. Marlin (Sandsurge) 5. Augment (Aberration) (Sandsurge) 4. Tear (Banescale) 3. Wraith (Banescale) 2. Mochlus (Auraboa) 1. Riopa (Auraboa)

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Thank you all for voting in the Ultimate Flight Rising Gene Survey!

[xxsteveharringtonxx]

Ditto

Steve Harrington x Reader

You had known Steve all through high school, you were even part of his little click when he was King Steve. You got ditched along with Tommy and Carol but you weren’t like them, Steve knew that and he felt a little bad leaving you behind. But that’s high school you guess and now looking back it seemed so long ago.

He had heard (quite reassuringly) that you’d stopped hanging out with them after some party in senior year where Tommy thought it would be funny to throw you into the pool.

Everyone knows you can’t swim, right?

Surely Steve wasn’t the only one that paid that much attention to you.

A specific memory he had of you was in junior year when he was on the swim team, you’d always wait around for him to finish practise for a ride home but you wouldn’t go anywhere near the water edge.

You had bumped into each other again at Star Court too a few years ago, a stripey top and funny hat adorning his head. It had been the first time you really saw him since graduation.

“Nice uniform.” You had quipped with a scoff and fond smile. Leaning against your car door as he walked from his own.

He had look you up and down, slowly from head to toe, taking in your white paper hat, yellow and white checked dress and white tennis shoes. You were clearly waitressing in the diner up on the food court.

“Ditto.” He had retaliated with a smirk before walking off, hair perfectly placed and his shoulders shaking as he laughed at himself walking in.

Over the years you had then obviously seen each other across town, Family Video mostly, sometimes at the pool if it was warm enough and you both had time off work.

But now most recently as you’re both nearly 24 it was in The Hideout.

He was friends with Eddie Munson now, truly reformed King Steve.

Tonight The Hideout was particularly busy and you waved over to Robin as you were stuck chatting with some random guy a few years above you in school.

His name totally lost on you as your focus was stolen by Steve.

As usual.

She grinned and waved back before grabbing hold of a reluctant Steve and dragged them both over to where you were.

“Hey!” She greeted hugging you tight, you greeted them both, extending a hug to Steve too.

His fingers lingered a little on your waist and you looked up at him hopeful, a glimmer of something as your eyes met. The two beers you’d had giving you the false bravado to give him a grin, suggestive and flirty.

“Hi Steve.” You chirped happily and hadn’t even noticed the guy you were talking to sulk off with a pout.

“Hi honey.” He replied, a name he had given you in high school, said because you were always sickly sweet to him and back then the casual flirting was nothing.

Now it gave you butterflies and a smitten smile you’d tuck under your teeth to try and hide.

“Eddie playing tonight?” You asked looking between them for an answer.

“Yeah and Robin has dragged me out on a double date.” Steve grumbled with an eye roll.

You were slapped cold all of a sudden and it was a sweat box in this place.

“You’re here on a date?” You asked as if making him realise what he had even just said., your head titled to the side and taking a step back from him in disappointment.

He definitely didn’t want you to think he was on a date, or interested in dating.

Well, dating anyone but you that is.

“Oh uh, yeah but not really it’s just-“ he was cut off by Robin grabbing his arm again with excitement.

“They’re here! Come on let’s get a drink!” She dragged him off again in a flash and you were left red cheeked and pouting.

Blinking out of the hurt you looked around for your friends, you had met them at college, staying close to Hawkins you would commute to campus and they became your best friends.

Rejoining them you couldn’t help but be distracted, the girl Steve was on a date with was blonde, on the younger side and definitely interested in him. Giving him the same smitten grin you probably were when he first got here.

She was laughing at all his jokes, which you knew were lame but you knew why she was laughing.

You do the exact same.

Looking away back to your friends distracted you while Eddie was on stage, one of them crushing on him bad. He was good you have to give him that and when he threw you a wink your friends squealed latching onto your arm.

“I’ll introduce you come on!” You had said a few hours later, Eddie and Steve currently sitting in the booth they claimed.

Robin, her date and Steve’s date were dancing to the next band.

“Hey pretty!” Eddie greeted jumping up and hugging you.

He’d become one of the coolest guys you knew, and he definitely wasn’t The Freak anymore.

“Hey! You were amazing up there! My friend Sasha is a huge fan, Sasha this is Eddie we went to high school together and you know Steve you met him before.” You introduced nicely and Eddie took an immediate interest in Sasha.

“You’re like so cool, I wish I could play an instrument.” She gushed instantly.

“Well it’s not that hard princess, want me to teach you? It’s all about the fingers.” He purred making her giggle and drag him to the bar.

“Hey you want some air?” Steve asked you standing up and putting a hand on your lower back. You were once again completely taken by him, he was looking down at you for an answer, his cologne wrapping you in his familiar warm presence.

“Sure!” You followed him outside to the small seating area, nowhere near enough heaters but Steve sat down close enough to keep you pretty much on fire with his presence, but he sat down with a huff clearly enjoying the fresh air and being away from the groups.

“What’s up Stevie? Not having fun?” You asked a little teasingly and with a small nudge of your shoulders.

“Not really.” He confessed making you look down at your lap, fingers picking at nails. “You look pretty tonight.” He followed up quickly and you could feel him watching you, waiting for a reaction.

“Steve.” You groaned trying to hide your smile and it made him laugh out loud, you felt his laugh rumble through him you were sitting that close.

“You know you’re pretty, but you look especially pretty right now.” He reaffirmed and you looked up at him.

“You’re on a date right now.” You reminded and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care honey.” He reassured. “I was hoping you weren’t here tonight, you are literally the last person on earth, I want knowing I was doing Robin this favour.” He told you honestly and the excitement burst in your chest.

The years of flirting and tip toeing around the attraction seemingly becoming real.

“You finally admitting you like me Harrington?” You joked knowing everyone teased you both throughout high school, your late teens and early twenties being taken up by much the same but it was a little less jokey.

“Depends.” He teased making you glare at him mockingly, a glint in your eyes that he swore in that moment to himself he’d never get bored of.

“Depends on what?” You played along.

“On whether you’re admitting to liking me too.” He laughed and you smiled right up at him.

“Oh right. Well, if you’re playing that game I’ve liked you since we were freshmen, actually I think specifically it was when you told Tommy to fuck off because he pulled my hair all the way back in middle school.” Steve laughed at the memory before looking at you and nodding slowly.

“Ditto.” He whispered leaning down slightly and lowering his gaze to your lips.

“You gonna kiss me now?” You asked hopeful making him smile at your impatience.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to kiss you now honey.” And with that his lips met yours, gently and softly making you warm all over.

When he finally pulled away you rolled your lips into your mouth before smiling.

“Finally.” You told him happily.

[zombiedcattle-art]

[Image ID: Fanart of Jevil, who appears on the page five times. The top left Jevil runs with a little red heart floating in his cupped hands. He has a small, cheeky smile. The top right Jevil stands on tip-toes leaning toward the viewer. In a taunting manner, he pulls open his mouth to reveal thin, sharp yellow teeth and a sticking out purple tongue. His eyes are open, looking to the viewer's left. Between the two uppermost Jevils, spindly peach-colored writing reads "CHAOS, CHAOS!" The center Jevil is mid-jump with outstretched arms and legs and a wide open smile. The bottom left Jevil looks toward the upper right with one open eye and a toothy smirk. He holds a stripey scythe in both hands. The bottom right Jevil has his back turned to the viewer as he pirouettes. Above him, four playing cards, all Aces, are fanned over the plain white background. In the bottom left corner, text reads "zombiedcattle". / End ID]

oh, it’s just a simple numbers game. for starters, what are the numbers on the back of your credit card

[sarahmackattack]

On Arachnophobia

I used to be terrified of spiders. Like, heart racing, sweaty, make-bad-choices scared of spiders.

This fear was starting to become a problem back in 2020, when I wanted to spend hours a week in the woods at night- a pretty spider-heavy endeavor. I was like "Ok, that's it, I gotta get over this". So I made the deranged decision to start taking portraits of spiders. Now? I like them.

This is (I think) in the genus Rabidosa. Long legged, stripey, and pretty cute in the face.

I MEAN. Come on, that's cute.

Here's he same individual from the top.

[octoberarts]

[Image Description: A drawing of a black woman with pink locs that cover one eye, in which a few pink and yellow beads are in them. She has three rings in her ear, and one on her lip, and a dangling star earring. She has three necklaces, of which one has a large pink heart on it. She is wearing an off shoulder dark pink top, and her pink skirt has a drip pattern, alongside a pink belt with yellow chains attached. There is a pink turtle keyring on the chain, and two small yellow layers beneath the skirt. She wears fishnet on her legs and arms, with one arm wearing a stripey pink arm warmer, and both legs with stripey pink socks. One leg has a ripped legging under the sock, whilst the other has a pink ROM knee brace. Her boots are also pink, with a small drip pattern at the top. She has a cheerful expression and stands with confidence using pink and yellow crutches.]

Edit: Changed hairstyle description to locs following feedback!!