#thanks for the sprint!

[mrmustachious]

24 mins!!

Aaaand GO! 🥰

wc: 273 words

snippet: Alan clearly didn’t feel the same, but then he had never had to worry with Gordon looking after him. He didn’t see people for who they really were because Gordon saw for him. He didn’t realise that smiles could be scowls or that hugs could bruise. He was too naive for his own good.

[Send me numbers!]

[hyolks]

give it back

[theplottdump]

Do you like me Bert? 𝘿𝙤 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪? Of course I do Ernie, you're my best friend. 🛀

Val and Chad as Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street 💛

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

People I'd like to know better: tag game

Tagged by @biscuit-o here (thank you!! Putting this in a separate post to spare our followers the extremely long thread, lol)

Last song: ♍ - Let Me Dance, Let Me Glisten (by Flutterwhat (James Fischer))

Last book: Technically The Wheel of Time 4 - The Shadow Rising, but we're always working through like, five books at any given time.

Last tv show: The White Lotus courtesy of partners. I have no idea what's going on in there. Lol.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savoury.

Relationship status: Happily partnered with @inseparabiles <3

Last thing i googled: Not counting things I googled for this post, "générique bob le bricoleur"

Looking forward to: Tonight's writing sprints with friend, and Saturday's movie date with partners.

Current obsession: Coming as a surprise to absolutely nobody, Death Note and specifically MelloNear.

Tagging the last 9 people in our notes for this:

@angurgapi, @lasalebete (DIFFERENT tag game than the one you tagged us in, lol. Will do yours in a bit, I have to go to dinner now!), @astrolesbean, @willowcatkinblog, @dem-bones, @cheesyygarlicbread, @somapodra, @inseparabiles (I know you and love you but you can do this anyway. Mwah. <3), @demonic-mnemonic

[cable-salamdr]

Yooo just wanted to say your art is AWESOME KEEP IT UP ‼️‼️‼️

annnd if you are still taking requests I desire lloyd and garmadon chilling 😊

Okay I know you said chilling

However, consider.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 25: Love is… Asking, “Do you want a blanket?” (Prompt by @thefreakandthehair)

wc: 952 | Rated: T | cw: Hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries and general hospital stuff, physical pain, one mention of blood

Tags: Post-s4, Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Hospital

'Hospital Blankets'

“Steve? Hey, Steve?”

Steve is pulled out of a restless slumber by Eddie’s stage whispering. A twinge in his back fully rouses him as he remembers exactly where he is – in Hawkins General, bent up like a pretzel on what is quite possibly the world’s hardest chair, wearing nothing but a hospital gown and his underwear. He blinks harshly, his vision blurry as he looks in the direction of the chattering, dark-headed form lying in the bed in front of him.

“Huh?” he grunts, his voice thick with sleep as he becomes very much aware of the overall pain radiating over his whole body.

His throat burns too, even from a single word. He instinctively reaches a hand up to the reddened scar there – already a formed habit – only to scratch himself with his patient wristband.

“Do you want a blanket?” Eddie continues, his weakened voice indicating he is barely conscious, let alone aware of Steve’s discomfort.

Steve arches his back this time but it causes his chewed-up sides to ache, the bandages stiffening and contorting. Their tacky borders pinching at the already tight skin and scar tissue.

He gives up and slumps back in the chair, clutching the armrests for dear life as a twang shoots directly up his spine to his head. He runs a hand through his hair, impossible to keep from flopping in his face considering all he can do is give himself a goddamn sponge bath these days.

He should have just listened to Robin (and more than a few disgruntled nurses) when they begged him to stay in his own room.

But his room feels empty. Big and dark, just like his family home but a little more white and clinical smelling. It gives him nightmares. If he manages to settle enough to sleep that is…

It’s kinda hard when your friends are scattered throughout the bowels of the local hospital, all in varying states of distress meanwhile, outside the world has half caved in.

“Steeeve,” Eddie whines this time as he repeats, “Do you want a blanket?”

He half dry-sobs his query and Steve has no choice but to shimmy upright – thankfully, the slippery cover of his stupid seat helps him up this time.

Blanket… he finally considers and finds himself stifling a shiver.

He didn’t think to bring a blanket with him as he was much too focused on getting out of bed and down the hall to Eddie’s room. A room that is much colder than his own, which the occupant clearly knows.

Eddie’s fist is balled up in his blankets, offering them up as he raises his shaky arm.

“No,” Steve says softly, shaking his head and waving him away.

Eddie needs it more.

With a herculean effort, Steve moves the chair a few inches closer to the bed, hoping it isn’t scraping the floor or tangling up any of the wires and tubes hooked up to beeping machines – god knows where they each begin and end. His sides all but seize up as he sits back down and forces himself to correct his posture.

“But you’re cold,” Eddie frowns, his voice impossibly small.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests.

Eddie’s weak hand punches at his banket in a haphazard swish motion.

“Get into bed with me…” he mumbles, closing his eyes, “Rest with me, sweetheart.”

His head lolls to the side and Steve huffs out a laugh. Eddie is certainly on one hell of a cocktail of meds, mixed with the overall exhaustion that must come from almost dying. Steve can barely keep his own eyes open and he wasn’t anywhere near as close to it.

His heart thuds in his chest as thoughts of Eddie’s almost lifeless body rush back to his sleepy brain.

Dustin’s sobs… Robin scrambling to tear up clothes and sheets from the Upside Down version of the Munson’s trailer to make bandages… Nancy forcing everyone to focus as she devised a game plan, stopping every few moments to shoot down undead bats…

Steve screws his eyes shut and stands, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair before swiftly moving them to the bed for purchase.

At least Eddie’s right side is a little less banged up – but only just enough, Steve thinks as he hikes back the three warm layers of blankets enough to sit himself down on the bed. He swings his legs up next, clenching his jaw as every muscle in his body aches and pains from what transpired however many days ago.

The bed is a tight fit, but Steve doesn’t mind. The mattress is perhaps a fraction more comfortable than the chair, but he soon warms as he settles down and rights the blankets, smoothing them out for good measure and double-checking he hasn’t disturbed Eddie too much.

His body warms almost instantly as he rests his head beside Eddie’s on his pillow, positioned close enough that he can feel frizzed dark curls tickling his cheek. Eddie’s wispier than he expected and smells of the generic hospital soap – but at least the dried and caked-up blood is gone.

“That’s good…” Eddie coos, turning his head to face Steve, those tickling tendrils now replaced with a soft woosh of his breathing.

He can see the scar on Eddie’s cheek now. The bandage patch has been removed, exposing raw stitches today. Steve sighs, relieved by the smallest of steps forward.

Eddie can’t do much more than reach his hand out. And Steve takes it, interlacing their fingers despite the heart monitor clipped onto Eddie’s right index finger.

“Blanket’s... warm…” he mutters, nodding as he feels slumber tugging at him once again.

Eddie hums in agreeance and lightly squeezes his hand.

[ildiavoloro55o]

Listen you can hate or love sprint race weekend as much as you want but you gotta admit sprint weekend is for Lestappen content. Because so far this season sprint weekend has fed us alot of Lestappen and I for one love it!

Baku:

Austria:

Spa:

[b4kuch1n]

this body of yores

transcript

[volivolition]

You hear a commotion outside, days after halloween had already passed...

You hear the door creak open...

VISUAL CALCULUS - It's not like the house is our permanent residence, anyways. We live in the void of a headspace. HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Yeah, this is just a convenient depiction that one of the Concepts made. Anyway, catch, Crowny!

[dark-elf-writes]

Thinking about how death works for demigods with the Hells Belles crossover and the image of Charon having his own desk where he collects the toll is very funny but what’s even funnier is imagining the period of time where Thanatos was captured because that means he has a full audience for when a demigod takes one look at him then fucking HOOFS it back to life and you know the other souls and demons are cheering them on.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: BLACKFISH CITY by Sam J. Miller.

Finished this last night! The jacket copy starts, "When a strange new visitor arrives in a floating city in the Arctic--humanity's last hope after the ravage of climate change--the city is entranced. She's riding an orca and has a polar bear at her beck and call," and, honestly, I'm sold (love a good floating city!).

I adored the setting and the worldbuilding--supremely cool city that was thoughtfully developed--and I loved how the narrative came together at the end. All the POV characters felt distinct (thank heck, because there were Many of them), and I had a fun time figuring out how to piece all the relationships together and percolating on The Science. Overall had a great time!

[mrmustachious]

42?

wc: 463 words

snippet: “He’s not answering his phone,” John said as he dialled again and pressed his phone to his ear in the hope that the call would be picked up this time.

[Send me numbers!]

[eqt-95]

the heart ask game

i always lose track of my excerpts (and y'all were so awesome sending through an avalanche of asks), so i've collected all the supercorp heart ficlets into a single post in order of posting. many many genuine thanks to everyone who sent me an ask - it was a fun challenge to force me away from being precious about every bit and just move on.

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation, post 1 | the 'Her' AU

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation, post 2 | the super sad one

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out | Lena has a secret

🤍+❤️ kiss at the wedding / milestone + first kiss / realization | Kara wants to be Orpheus

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy | Lena is drunk and Alex can't cope

💛 reunion kiss / relief | Lena's off planet and Kara has zero chill

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss | the one where Kara takes a leaf from Nurse Esme's book

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft | unsaid is said

❤️+💜 first kiss / realization + surprise kiss / impulsive kiss | Lena's patience is at zero and Kara

[pg-sk]

Not a hater and not a fan either.

but HUGE RESPECT to Lando for giving Oscar the Sprint win back to repay for Brazil.

Great job McLaren, you guys did one good thing today. (i still want ferrari to win WCC, but props to you guys)

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

GUYS I’M GOING TO THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX

THE SPRINT RACE AND QUALIFYING

THIS TIME NEXT WEEK I’LL HAVE SEEN THEM

[sentient-catctus]

*xyplophone glissening noises*

unmute 🔉