#sue me >:(

[pteropods]

I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever

[great-and-small]

I was reading the Wikipedia page for fans of taylor swift and their “industrial impact” and now I have a crazy idea that will most certainly not work

[etherealhoneypie]

your pov (if you’re under me while someone else is fucking me)

[lotus-pear]

saw the labru trend and IMMEDIATELY thought of them

[clownboybebop]

[shushmal]

okay but a like post-series fic i want that's like: steve harrington being the only man left in hawkins fighting monsters

and not like a 'everyone died, last man standing' way but just. they beat it back, the story ends, nice little tie-up and neatly concluded, eleven loses her powers because their world is completely cut from the other. and life goes on. eddie (yes, eddie lives au don't fight me) goes off with his band, robin-nancy-jargyle off to separate cities for college. the kids go to high school, graduate high school, and scatter across the country. joyce and hop buy a beach house far-far-far away from goddamn hawkins indiana.

steve though. steve stays. he does it too without comment, takes all their calls telling him all these amazing things. the years pass. the calls are fewer and far between. he's mostly in contact with only dustin and robin. except robin's out of country doing some crazy temp job in some remote country, she never catches him at home right now so just leaves him messages. and it takes a couple of weeks for dustin to realize he hasn't gotten steve on the phone.

frantically he calls around "have you heard from steve???" except the most people talk to steve anymore is like phone calls during holidays and holy shit what could have happened??

and what if it's back?

cue everyone who can in that moment, rushing back. eddie hopping on a flight from fucking london direct to indianapolis somehow, heart in his throat. he manages to meet hopper in the airport and they pick up max and dustin at the bus station.

they get to hawkins that is even more different that what they left. a smaller town, a town that shuts down completely when the sun sets. it's creepy and deserted.

except for the fucking upside down monsters of course.

and they're in their stupid little rental in front of this demogorgon and they're screaming but then the thing just goes splat on the concrete and steve fucking harrington is blinking owlishly at them.

"Oh, hey guys!" he calls jogging up to the driver's side window. "Wow, what brought you back down this way? You should have told me, I would have told you about the curfew!"

turns out steve just forgot to pay his phone bill that month, didn't even realize he was missing calls and he's been fighting monsters the entire time because actually they WEREN'T cut off from the upside down at all and he's just been casually fighting monsters for the remaining hawkins residence—the whole town knows now and steve's the guy you call when you have a monster problem

sidebar: WAYNE still lives in hawkins, and he and steve are best friends, eddie munson you are gonna LOSE YOUR MIND

[scre6m]

MONKEY MAN 2024, dir. Dev Patel

[galaxyspeaking]

Forgot something

[attyrocious]

somewhere in the north blue

[ohimsummer]

pumping puppyboy! satoru’s aching, drooling cock, slick and sticky, endless beads of pre bubbling out the tip. his hands fist at the sheets, hips bucking up into your relentless hold as ceaseless whimpers slip by his lips no matter how hard he bites his tongue. even more embarrassing is the involuntarily kick of his leg whenever you squeeze his base, tongue gliding over that sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. his limbs twitch, and then there goes that leg again, itching back and forth as you stroke your tongue along the underside of his weeping length.

his back arches off the bed, head sinking into the soft sanctuary of pillows as you fondle at satoru’s sensitive balls. the movement of his leg quickens as he nears his orgasm, voice cracking as whimpers of ‘f— fuck—!’ and desperate begs of ‘please please please please…!’ grace the air.

with one last squeeze to his cock, satoru’s cumming with a strangled cry, painting your face and chest with thick, hot ropes of his seed. his flailing leg slows to a tired bounce before dramatically falling limp with the rest of his body.

you lean over satoru and his heaving chest to press featherlight kisses on his warm cheeks, murmuring praises of ‘good boy, you did so well for me’ into his pricked ears. he gives a whine through shuddered breathes. another twitch shoots through his restless leg, tail wagging at your affections; you open your arms wide, and satoru leans into you immediately, tired and eager to melt into the tranquil comfort of your embrace.

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[hinamie]

god, i wish i knew you back when i was a kid / but when you stare into me now, it feels like i did

[qiinamii]

old men's little guys

[namespara]

Queen Marika because people dont realise how evil of a girlboss she is. I love power driven evil women helloooo

[cairoscene]

a day on gotham twitter

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[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[andorerso]

Rogue One as a Netflix series: what if the team survived Scarif? (in/sp; template)