#the best of all of us

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Birthday Cakes in Different Dimensions

Happy birthday @acewithapaintbrush! You are an absolute gem of a person and I’m so happy we met. This will have to do until I can give you your actual gift (wink) 💕 💕 💕

Leo is baking a cake. It slopes heavily on one side; weighted down by thick buttercream icing from a tub, so sugary-sweet it sends zips of electricty up his spine with every heaped spoonful he shovels into his mouth. The layers are uneven, because he used his ōdachi to cut it. In mid-air. He attempts to pipe the delicate, decorative swirls Mikey spent an hour teaching him how to do, but they come out uneven; one is perfect, the rest look like half-melted snowmen. He places half a strawberry on each one and hopes it isn’t too noticable.

He spears the sponge with two sparklers and sets them alight, presenting the cake with a flourish so theatrical, it almost sets the dish cloth slung over his shoulder on fire. It’s chaotic. It’s flashy. It’s ridiculous. It’s the first special occasion since the Krang, so of course he’s going to go all out. Raph - the birthday boy, sitting on the floor surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper and his doting, fussing, bickering family, trying not to well up and failing miserably - wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Thanks, bro. For everything.”

...

The bridge is quiet; except for the yowl of a cat somewhere in the brush below. Shane isn’t heavy footed - weird for someone with his gangly height - but he can hear every creak of the wooden boards under his shoes.

“Uh, hey,” he says into the darkness, tupperware box in hand. “Goatman? You here, buddy? It’s me. Shane. Your landlord, I guess; since I own this bridge, an’ all.” He squats down on the bridge - bringing his height to about that of the average Ryan Bergara - and places the tupperware on the ground. “So I dunno how time works for you, but it’s six years this year since we last talked. More than half a decade. A lot has changed since then, y’know? And I think a lotta what’s come our way is, in part, because of our funny little japes together on this bridge. We’re pretty popular on the old Youtubes. Do you know what that is? Probably not. So I thought I’d...oh, what the hell.”

He takes the cupcake out of the tupperware, places it on the boards, and lights the tiny candle. Ryan would kill him if he found out about this. That, or bust a gut laughing.

“I broughtcha a little something, is all. You got anything to say about that?”

The bridge is quiet.

“Didn’t think so.”

...

You’ve never seen a birthday party ‘til you’ve seen a Madrigal birthday party.

Flowers and music and food and dancing, shouting and laughing and singing. Colours and fireworks and kisses smushed into cheeks, gifts upon gifts, aguardiente and happy, drunken tears. Hours and hours of non-stop celebration for the Children of the Miracle. But as the clock strikes midnight on a birthday they never thought they’d share, the only people awake are the triplets themselves. Let the community enjoy the party to come. This is just for them. The cake in front of them is small, but no-one minds. Right now, there are no children, no pets, no husbands or mothers or townsfolk demanding their share. They sit together around the dinnertable, the only light in the room coming from a flickering candle - a lovely, ordinary, cheap candle from the store that smells of clean smoke instead of life-altering magic - leaning on each other, heads touching, hands intertwined, whispering to each other like a prayer.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[remcadll]

Dick is never going to get to have a midlife crisis because Bruce is going through his for him. also because he will not be making it to 40.

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[vozart]

happy holidays

[swampybogg]

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cassidy loves to scare the FNAF night guards..

[bellaciao-ciao-ciao]

[morganbritton132]

Need a fic where Dustin goes into Hellfire real strong about Steve Harrington being his best friend and no one believes him. So he tries to prove it but Steve is just not working with him.

Like, he’s goes, “No, seriously. We’re best friends. Practically brothers. He’s going to pick me up today, just you see.”

But then Keith got sick so Steve’s stuck at work until closing so Claudia picks him up. She waved at him from the driver’s seat and Eddie is just like, “That you Steve Harrington or am I dreaming?”

“Ew, don’t say that.”

Eddie drives the boys to a game shop the next town over and on the way back, Dustin gets Eddie to stop in Loch Nora. He’ll prove that Steve is his friend.

But Steve isn’t home when they knock on his door and Steve’s dad doesn’t know who Dustin is (they’ve met three times). Dustin is just like, “Son of a bitch, thanks for nothing.”

Dustin decides he’s going to prove himself once and for all because the Hellfire boys keep giving him pitying looks. He invites Eddie over for dinner and then calls Steve like, “After work, be here.”

Except the reception was shitty so Steve heard “Ben-Hur” and just dropped the movie off with Claudia. He went home and never showed up for dinner. Dustin asked his mom to tell Eddie that he’s friends with Steve. She does but it sounds like a lie.

So he goes to the source.

He drags Eddie into Family Videos and tells Steve to tell him that they’re friend, but…Steve doesn’t. He blatantly ignores him. He helps customers. He types on the computer. He doesn’t acknowledge Dustin at all until finally, Dustin asks, “Is this about the tape?”

“Yes, it’s about the tape!” Steve explodes in exasperation. “It’s late! It’s on my account. I’m getting fees!”

“Oh my god, I’ll bring you the movie. Just say we’re friends.”

“Yes! We’re friends.”

But by then, Eddie had already left.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 86-89)

* Where it all started.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[hussyknee]

Not surprised but also

TWENTY THOUSAND PEOPLE WERE MURDERED FOR THIS.

"We made an oopsie while shooting at all the other unarmed people trying to run away."

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[renirae]

based on this textpost by @orangeyjuicy !!