#wevis

[j4mezzz]

hnnng is this fandom even alive still

[puuurson]

[glitchcipher]

Me watching @silverstreams write the most gut wrenching fics about the haha funny portal game

[mistercakerz]

Eepy~

[nathanbatemanfucker]

fmk: miguel, steven, nathan 🤔

[gittetj]

Cactus Malpractice's Worst Album Ever Made series is genuinely my favorite thing on YouTube. Yes, it's been an ongoing challenge to find albums that have no redeeming qualities, but most of the time, these videos are about how, instead of labeling music you think is weird or "cringe" or hard to listen to as bad, you can at least take it as an experience and try to understand the artist's intent. Appreciate their ideas or message. Maybe you'll even learn to like some of it. There's just this basic respect for other people's creativity that's so nice and refreshing, it cleanses my soul

Also, occasionally some absolute gems come up. I'd never heard of Wevie Stonder before, but this album is so much fun? And so laid back? I don't understand how anyone can listen to this and say it's the worst thing they've ever heard

[curlymangue]

¿Sabes como se forman tus rizos?

Siembre es bueno saber un poco más sobre tu cabello. Así que, si te has preguntado alguna vez: ¿cómo se forman mis rizos? Este post es perfecto para ti.

Hola Curly. Si alguna vez te has preguntado: ¿cómo se forman mis rizos? Te voy a dar una explicación sencilla y corta, para que, más o menos, tengas una idea de la formación y composición de tus rizos. Photo by Godisable Jacob on Pexels.com Así se forman los rizos El cabello está compuesto principalmente de queratina. Una proteína que crece a partir del folículo. La queratina, y otras…

[pseudoirony]

my co worker angela observing anything that happens in the world around her

[tteokdoroki]

shout out @todorosie she taught me everything i know 😔🫶🏾

me when i spend work hours making graphics for tumblr

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 26: Fake Dating

Steve was ready for Hawkins to open up again and for the Upside Down to swallow him whole. Christmas was meant to be fun, well at least it was supposed to be fun now that he spent it with the Buckley's. Right now though he was glaring at his boyfriend and best friend across the table. Or wait not his boyfriend this evening, no tonight, Eddie was Robin's boyfriend.

Steve could only blame himself he supposed, one for loving the two idiots that were currently badly suppressing giggles and two because it was all because of what he'd said last week.

One week earlier...

"Robin, just tell your mom you're a lesbian or I'm not coming to Christmas lunch next week."

"Steve I can't do that do you want to ruin Christmas!?"

"She was already fine with me being bisexual she's not going to send you to hell, that's why we tested her with me in the first place!"

"No, I'm not ready!"

"Well I can't sit through another Christmas of your mom suggesting a Spring wedding!"

"You're my boy space friend can't we just let her live in a fantasy world where she marries into the Harrington's?"

"I don't even want to be one!"

"Could pop down to the courthouse and become a Munson, baby," Eddie supplied watching the back and forth while blatantly stealing from the candy display.

Steve gave him a deadpan look, "You need to propose to me better than that, Eds. No, Robin that's it I'm not going, I'm not being your boyfriend anymore!"

"What am I meant to do then, she'll be asking about you all day!"

"I'll do it!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Do what?" The other two asked giving him a questioning look.

"No, stop I hate when you do that twin thing it's creepy. And I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas, Birdie."

Which brought Steve to now. It had seemed like a brilliant idea, one Steve could enjoy his Christmas lunch peacefully being the golden boy of the table as Mrs Buckley dawned over him and two, no boyfriend questions. There was also the added bonus that lesbianism might seem like a better option than the town's drug dealer in the Buckley's minds. What Steve hadn't counted on, was the Buckley's loving Eddie.

"Oh, you're in a band that's so lovely, you know I played tamborine for a band back when I was your age, we thought we were going to be a big girl group."

"I hear you're working over at Thatcher's son, they're good men there you're certainly going to learn a lot."

Steve had been relegated to peeling the potatoes while Eddie was literally putting his feet up in the living room. He felt like the middle child of a family that just got a newborn baby, how dare Eddie steal his pseudo parents. What was worse was that Robin was finding this hilarious.

"Oh poor Stevie Wevie are you sad mom's not asking about how EMT school is going?"

"Yes! I had such a fun fake heart attack story she was gonna love." Steve pouted and for a moment he thought about stomping his foot in protest.

"Hey, it's ok, next year I promise I'll have told them, and Edward over there can come as your boyfriend, ok?" Robin reassured wrapping an arm around him.

Steve guessed that he could give up being the favourite this time, and it was nice seeing people be kind to Eddie, it hadn't been easy after Spring Break. It didn't stop him shooting daggers whenever Eddie and Robin decided to reassure Steve at lunch that he'd find someone nice eventually.

Steve and Eddie waved goodbye after lunch, promising to visit soon and hopped into the van.

"Have fun?"

"Oh yeah, I think Janice is already planning the Spring wedding."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed getting fawned over because we've got dinner with Wayne now, and guess who's his favourite?"

"Just because you know the difference between the Chiefs and the Packers, I'm his own blood and the minute you're there it's like I'm chopped liver!" Eddie exclaimed as they drove towards the trailer park.

Lunch had been interesting but he was very glad it was over as he laughed and slid his fingers between Eddie's between them, happy that he had his boyfriend back.

Ao3

[proton-wobbler]

Vireo Showdown; Bracket 2, Poll 4

Fun Fact!

White-eyed: Females of this species have been documented singing on the winter grounds.

Blue-headed: the Easternmost and brightest of the "Solitary Vireo" complex, which was one species now split into three.

For more information on these birds, check out these Species Features:

White-eyed Vireo | Blue-headed Vireo

Image Sources: WEVI (Jian Mei); BHVI (Will Bennett)

[proton-wobbler]

Oh shit we can just add birds to this??

Ruddy Duck

Wilson's Phalarope

Ferruginous Hawk

Black-throated Blue Warbler

White-eyed Vireo

HIHI ok quick question since ur the only bird person/expert i know. What birds have cool feather colors but ARENT overwhelmingly rainbow/multicolored? Trying to find birds to base character designs off of is HELL since my ass just looks up "pretty bird" and gets some of the worst color combos on the planet,,,

Hello! I am absolutely not a bird expert, but I do love birds a lot, and know of some fun birds! All images going forward will be from Wikipedia pages.

American Flamingo

Mallard Duck (males specifically)

Red-Bearded Bee Eater

Gouldian Finch (these may be too multicolored, but I find the distinct colors to be pretty striking!)

Bearded Vulture (they’re quite popular!)

Red-Winged Blackbird (male)

Baltimore Oriole

Rhinoceros Hornbill

And that’s all the tumblr image limit will let me add. Hope this helps!

-🪿

[st4rr-girrl]

Gang hcs with a crackhead! Reader

You alrdy know that Two-bit, soda, and Steve would love you sm

Like you match their energy and you’re fun asf to be around

Darry would love you, but you’d just be such a handful for him

Since he’s alrdy dealing with a whole group of depressed yet crazy kids lmfao

You’d probably hang out w two the most, cause he always has energy

Y’all tease tf out of each other

And it’s the funniest shit to the gang

They find y’all so amusing

You’ve almost gotten kicked out of multiple places due to disturbance lmfao

You’re always bouncing off the walls and other people think ur fuckin weird lmaoao

Not that you care though

But if someone makes fun of you in public and you’re right by them….

Uh-oh.

They’re in for a treat

They better sick down and buckle up lmaoo

You and two-bit would roast tf out of whoever made fun of you

And it’s actually so funny

Like I bet soda and Steve would be wheezing.

Anyways—

When you enter a room, you like to make it known that you’re there lmao.

You walked into a room that only Steve was in

“Hey Stevie-bear” you shouted when he was two feet away from you ☠️

He looked at you like “bitch wtf-“

“Don’t ever call me that again”

“Awhhh ur such a bully Stevie wevie”

You laughed— obnoxiously— before leaving to go annoy someone else.

And another time

“TWO-TWO BEAR!!” you saw two-bit outside with the rest of the gang

You ran up to him and jumped on his back and he almost toppled over in surprise lmao

“Omg hey guyysssss” you said, while the gang stared at you in shock lmao

They didn’t expect that

At all

You looked behind yourself.

“Fuck is y’all looking at??😭😭” ☠️☠️you made a fake cry voice

Two bit stood there like 🧍

Anyways it can be kinda hard for the gang to keep up w you sometimes but you make sure to slow down for them 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Cus y’all work together and stick together like a cute little family 🤭🤭

(Wrote this cause I am the crackhead friend lmaoaka)

[rivangel]

Post it!!!!

ok sweet anon . i have never drawn Anything. i honestly can’t tell if a drawing is actually better the more low quality it is if in the context of a meme, so JUST IN CASE i’m adding the original i drew for twt

this is how levi ackerman wears a towel after a hot relaxing shower/bath, no further questions:

original

wevi

[nivisdreaming]

Could I request Steve smut. Could be in a bar, or party or club idk just smut!

Run, Rabbit, Run.

Summary: Feeling brave, you decide to taunt Steve a bit, just to see his soft facade break down. Going along with your games, he takes you out to a forest and gives you a single order to obey: Run.

so i’ve been sitting on what I want to do for this request for awhile, and i finally have an idea >:) woo boy i ran a teeny bit far with this one!! there will be a part two with more smut but it got so long i could not justify making yall wait any longer!!

WC: ~2.7k

Tags: Smut, jealousy, brat!reader, predator/prey, slight dub-con, dom!Steve Harrington, sub!reader, fem!reader, rough sex, oral sex (f!receiving), begging, degradation, praise, (as always those go hand in hand with me), brat taming, excessive use of petnames (bunny, baby, honey, sweet girl, little rabbit, sweetheart, etc), semi-public play, hair pulling, clothes ripping, slapping, implied PiV, implied overstimulation

Steve holds the front door open for you, giving an overly dramatic bow like the gentleman he is as you stride by. You enter the crowded space and quickly find him taking your hand in his own, following behind you closely to avoid getting separated in the masses of people. You’re quick to make your way to the kitchen and over to the drinks, where you begin pouring something for yourself before you look over to Steve and ask, “You want anything Stevie?”

He shakes his head. “I thought we talked about you not drinking at these parties. There’s frat guys everywhere, leave your drink unsupervised for one minute and you could be in so much danger!” He crosses his arms over his chest and shoots a disapproving look at the cup in your hand, but you just give an innocent giggle and lift it to your mouth.

“Loosen up hun, I’ll have one drink and go dancing with the girls, no guys allowed! No one’s getting their hands on me but you, pretty boy~” You wink and take a large gulp from the cup. The alcohol helps tamp down your nerves regarding your plan for the night, and if anyone asks, you can blame the flush of your face on it instead of your embarrassment with how revealing this dress is. Speaking of the dress, you subtly try to lean forward to rest more of your weight on the counter, pressing your breasts together to give Steve a good cleavage shot as he sits in stunned and flustered silence. You give him a few seconds to let his gaze wander down your body, until his eyes come to meet yours again and you down the rest of the beverage before he can stutter out a sentence. With a smile and wave you are off towards the dance floor, leaving your soft-spoken and reserved boyfriend reeling.

You easily locate Robin and Nancy at the center of the room, both obviously pushing tipsy and still nursing half-empty drinks as they giggle and sway to the music. You make your way into their group, giving each a bright greeting and a half hug.

“Y/N!! How goes operation ‘break Stevie-Wevie’, babe?!” Robin calls over the music.

You smirk and whisper back, “Good so far, but we haven’t even hit the hard part yet!” You spare a glance towards the drink table and spot him staring right back at you.. “He’s clearly a fan of the dress though, so as long as the other guys are too this should be a piece of cake!” You laugh and bump Nancy with your elbow, mouthing her a thank-you for helping you pick out the outfit for tonight.

“When do you want us to go distract him?” Nancy questions into your ear, fighting to be heard over the rant Robin has launched into regarding the current song. You shrug and ask for 10 minutes to gather your flirting confidence, to which she laughs and offers you a sip of her drink that you graciously accept.

A few songs pass and you allow yourself to get lost in them, music and chemicals combining nicely to rid your body of anxiety and free your mind to focus on the goal at hand. As the song switches to a slower beat you dismiss the duo in the direction of Steve, watching out of the corner of your eye until they manage to drag him off in the direction of a random drinking game he will undoubtly refuse to participate in.

You slip off the dance floor and head in the direction opposite the one Steve and the girls went, needing to find people without accidentally finding them. Just to your luck, you find a sitting room that is only mindly cramped, with a few couples hidden away in corners but mainly just a group of guys sitting in a circle on the ground smoking. You’re able to recongnize one of them as a distant friend of Steve’s, Eddie Munson, and you decide to make him your target for the night. Or, your decoy target, at least.

Kneeling down beside him you lightly tap his shoulder, throwing on your best innocent infauted look as he turns your direction. “Hi! I really like your rings, can I ask where you get them?” You tilt your head and give a slight flutter of your eyelashes. He barely meets your gaze for a moment before his eyes skim down the rest of your body, taking in the tight dress that rides up on your thighs with how your positioned on your knees. He gives you a cheshire grin and proudly presents his hands.

“Of course you can, you can ask me whatever you’d like sweet thing.” Out of the corner of your vision, you spot Steve blow by the open door, clearly hunting for something. Or someone. You can hear how he suddenly halts and turns back around to stand just outside the doorway, scanning for you through the haze of smoke. “I get these custom-made by a close friend of mine, but I’m sure he’d be willing to do a set for a pretty girl like you,” one of his hands coaxes up your thigh while the other is held out to you, “Go ahead, get a closer look if you’d like, I’ll just be taking in the sights.” He winks as you hesitantly take his hand, fidgeting with the cool metal of the rings and pulling him closer to you so you can view the intricate carving of the steel. You try to limit your side-eyes to the door, where you know Steve is looming and watching the whole situation play out. You have to bite back a smile when you pick up what sounds like an irritated grunt from that side of the room.

Suddenly, just as you are about to take it a step further and begin to trace and inspect the veins of Eddie’s hand, a harsh grip lands on your upper arm and wrenches you backwards. “Baby. It’s time to go home.” The growl to Steve’s tone leaves no room for aruging as he pulls you to your feet and harshly grabs your wrist, yanking you away from Eddie and towards the door. You can hear the curly-haired shout a goodbye after you, but all you can keep your focus on is trying not to stumble with how fast Steve is forcing you to weave through the party, straight towards the door and down the steps. He hasn’t spoken a word to you despite your complaints about his fast pace and rough treatment, leaving all you hear from him to be the occasional grunt as he forces you along.

You expect him to return you to his car so you can talk there, but you realize this isn’t the case as he leads you through the street and out of the neighborhood, right into the nearby forest until the foliage is too thick to see out of anymore. You can’t help the whimper that tears from your throat as he pushes you to your knees on the rough ground and takes a fistful of your hair in his grasp in order to force your gaze upwards.

“You wanna play games with me? You want to go to the stupid fucking party and try to push my buttons just to piss me off?” He snarls and tugs harder on your hair. “We’ll play games, little bunny, if that’s what you want.” He releases his hold and takes 2 steps backwards, hands raised in the air as a sign of surrender. “Let’s play my favorite. I like to call it ‘Predator V. Prey’. You have 5 seconds to run before I come after you. Make it out of this forest without getting caught, and we talk this out like civil adults in the morning.” Steve removes his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, taking his time to accent how they shake with barely contained rage. “Get caught, and we settle this right here, right now, with you screaming for my forgiveness. Understood?”

Trembling and trying to avoid directly looking at your boyfriend for any reason, you nod and stumble to your feet, trying to adjust your dress as you stand. You gasp when a tear reverberates through the trees and the fabric falls away from your form, leaving the feeling of Steve’s calloused fingers of the sensitive skin of your back. He leans in so close you can feel the tickle of his breath against your neck. “Better scamper off, little rabbit.” There’s a harsh sting on your ass as he smacks it with a cackle, and you take off sprinting as he begins the countdown.

You make it 20 seconds of running before you realize the high heels you wear probably aren’t doing you any favors. Frantically looking around, you spot what appears to be an makeshift tent of some kind built out of sticks and vaguely covered by foliage. Eager for the chance to remove your shoes safely, you drop to your hands and knees and crawl inside the cramped space. You fumble as you try to rip off the tight leather and struggle to keep your hands steady enough to undo the straps. Finally, both shoes fall to the forest floor and with a relieved sigh you move to exit the fort.

You peek out from the opening just in time to spot Steve rounding the corner of the direct path you had taken here, his chest heaving with the exertion of chasing after you. You ducked backwards to shield yourself from view, but heat bubbled in your core just from the one look at him. Everything about him in this moment seemed authoritative and predatory, from the flex of his biceps as he pushed brush from his way to the strain of his hard cock against the crotch of his pants. Your mouth watered naturally at the sight of that bulge, and images of choking on it sent shivers down your spine, but the adrenaline pumping through you continued to scream that you needed to run.

You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle the puffs of your breath, praying to a higher being that Steve would not be able to hear the pounding of your heartbeat nearly as well as you could hear it ringing through you. You squeeze your eyes shut and curl into yourself, cowering as if you were a scared animal and Steve was the big bad hunter.

Over the sound of your own terrified panting it’s hard to pick up, but you swear after a few seconds you can hear the cracking of twigs as someone walks away, and after a few more seconds you are left in still silence. You feel the tension of your shoulders relax a bit, knowing you have earned yourself more time to get out. You go to peel your head slowly from where it sits between your knees, but a tight fist wrapped around your ankles startles you upright and right into the roof of the makeshift shelter, sending branches clattering to the ground as it collapses.

With your attacker slowed by the sudden scattering of blockage, you are able to stumble up and onto your bare feet, ready to dash in a random direction, but by the time you’ve made it to the next tree Steve is upon you, tackling you to the dirt and pinning your waist with his own. His heavy frame knocks the wind out of you and he quickly takes advantage of your open mouth, plunging two of his fingers inside and pressing downwards on your tongue. “There you go, I’ll give that mouth a better use than flirting baby, just gotta give in and let me have it,” He presses deeper and triggers a gag from your throat, “I’ll teach you better than to taunt me with what I already own, I’m gonna prove I can take what I’ve earned, little bunny,” he chuckles lowly in your ear.

An involuntary whimper is pulled from you as he removes his hand and slides off you to kneel between your knees. Immediately you miss his weight and try to trail after him, but are made to pause as he grips each of your calves and forcibly spreads open your legs.

“Did you forget the game already?” He mocks your pouty lip with a tilt of his head. “Just admit it, you wanted to be taken this whole time. You never wanted to get away from this, you were just too much of a brat to get down on your knees and beg for me like the subby bitch we both know you are.” His hands trail upwards, grasping and squeezing at your thighs, kneading at the tender flesh until you start to squirm and whine underneath your breath.

He teases a fingertip through your folds, condescending smile only growing as he hears your wetness echo through the silent woods. “C’mon, tell me ‘yes’, baby, tell me you’ve wanted this all night, and I’ll give you everything your body is begging me for.”

A slap directly over your clit forces a yelp out of you, and with the last bit of your fight burning out you burst into tears. “Yes! Yes please, just wanted to see you jealous Stevie, I’m sorry sir!” you whimper and buck your hips upwards to chase his touch. Two of his fingers spread your lips in response, and eagerly he bends down to thrust his tongue inside you. The vulgar suckling sounds he creates against your pussy are almost loud enough to drown out your pleasured noises as he laps at your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth without hesitation. He hooks an arm around your thigh to drag you further into him, leaving you with no choice but to take every sensation he gave you.

His fingers move to press past your opening, crooking upward and massaging at your walls, pulling wails from you as he continues his assault on your sensitive nub. You spasm around his digits, writhing desperately in the dirt as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge. A third finger stretches you out as he pulls back his mouth to murmur, “C’mon sweetheart, I can tell this pathetic little cunt wants to come already, just give in and give it to her.” He leans back in so you can feel his breath on your inner thighs. “Be a good girl and come for me, honey.” With one final hollowing of his cheeks around your bud the dam bursts. Your jaw hangs loose in a silent scream as you clamp down hard enough to nearly force his fingers out, legs shaking and spasming around him with overexertion.

He joyfully licks you through it, collecting your release on his tongue in order to savor as much of your taste as possible. He waits for you to fall limp to pull himself back up, immediately locking his lips with yours in a passionate kiss as he props you up against a tree and wraps your still shivering frame around himself. You pull back to gasp for air when he places three fingers around the sides of your throat and presses ever so lightly into your delicate skin.

“So pretty, all soft and fragile like this. Feels so much better than being a brat, doesn’t it, baby? Don’t you just wanna be my beautiful little angel, make all your delectable submissive sounds and milk the cum from my cock?” He presses harder, fuzzing out the clarity that has just begun to return to your mind. “I know you can do it princess, you need me to fuck you until you fall apart. Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you over and over and over.” He growls the last part into your ear before releasing the pressure on your blood vessels, sending a rush to your head right as he begins to undo his belt.

[abbaenthusiastreal]

Can you draw Devy wevy 🤫🤫🤫 (Devin)

Art block is GONE 💜