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[libraryofgage]

Addams Family B-Side (1)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell (on the way!)

This is part of a series of unrelated works entitled "Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually" and I think that title is fairly self-explanatory. If there are any other couples you think would be good parents for our Stevie boy, let me know and I'll take them into consideration!

Anyway, the B-Side thing is because this is like taking my Addams Family Steddie au and just flipping the cassette tape hfjsdk

This time, it's Steve that's the Addams and Eddie that's normal!

Anyway, blame @whatthemeepever for this one specifically cuz it's gonna spiral into a wild ride actually, so let's all pray for Eddie in advance

If you'd like a tag for any future parts, let me know!

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't

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The moment Steve is born, his father sticks a light bulb in his mouth. When it glows, he jumps with joy and throws Steve into the air. The moment Steve's mother realizes what's happening, she slaps his father upside the head, throws the light bulb at him, and threatens to blow him up again if he sticks anymore into Steve's mouth before he starts teething.

She follows through on the promise exactly two weeks later, and Steve's parents (one smug and the other notably singed but delighted) rebuild their house next door to his father's brother.

Steve's mother chooses his first and last name (Harrington, a reference to some long-lost family friend or other), and his father is reluctantly given the freedom to choose his middle name. In the end, he is dubbed Steve Faustus Harrington, a name his mother is so surprised to find acceptable that she kisses his father as a reward.

And so begins Steve's life.

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"I can't believe you got expelled," Steve's mother seethes, gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turn white. "Again!"

Steve crosses his arms, sinking lower in his seat as he glares out the window. "It's not my fault they were shitty friends. They got what they deserved."

He hears his mother laugh, the sound strained and indignant and very quickly followed by his father turning to look at Steve from the passenger seat. His sunken eyes are filled with suppressed delight as he asks, "What did they do this time?"

A few seconds pass before Steve sighs. "They said they couldn't go out later because they had to study for finals. I mean, what kind of bullshit is that? Finals are three weeks away, and they can't spare one weekend for the funeral museum?" he says, scoffing as he looks at his father, grins, and adds, "So, I brought the funeral museum to them, coffins and cremations and all."

His father's eyes light up, sheer joy and pride dancing in them. And for the very first time in Steve's life, his mother pulls over to the side of the road and parks the car.

"Pumpkin?" his father asks.

"Fester," she says, her voice low and somewhere in the range of upset, "do you remember when I tried to kill your entire family?"

"Of course. It was a splendid attempt."

She nods and looks at him with a tiny, somewhat pained smile. Then she turns and sets her gaze on Steve. "Darling, what kind of grades do your friends have?" she asks. "Because if you're anything like me, and I know you are, you tend to befriend people who are significantly dumber than you."

Steve blinks, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, most of them were about to fail," he admits.

"Then, isn't it possible they really were studying for finals? Especially if they were close to failing at a school where passing is a requirement of attendance? Perhaps you could have suggested going to the...funeral museum after finals?"

A few seconds pass as Steve considers her words, a crushing sense of realization and guilt dropping on his shoulders and traveling to the pit of his stomach. It makes him feel nauseous, and he stares down at his lap. "I fucked up," he finally says, voice quiet and apologetic.

"Of course not!" Fester says, reaching out and ruffling Steve's hair despite the affronted noise from Debbie, "Your plan was beautifully conceived and masterfully executed. Perhaps you should just talk a little more before pulling out the urns next time."

"Incredibly, your father is right," Debbie says, looking pleasantly surprised before turning her gaze to Steve. She sighs and holds out a hand, squeezing Steve's when he takes it. "Don't get so blinded by a beautiful pair of shoes that you completely miss the sale two aisles over, Steve. At the very least, do a little more research before resorting to torture and murder. Personally, I'm very tired of calling the family's lawyer."

Steve snorts at the utter lie. Debbie loves calling the family's lawyer. She does so regularly just to double-check the state of Fester's stocks and bonds and deeds and general worth. "Okay," he says, nodding once, "I'll remember for the next school."

"You know," Fester says, looking at Debbie hopefully, "Pubert is a senior this year. Maybe Steve could go to high school with him."

Debbie hesitates, frowning slightly before saying, "Yes, but it's...public school."

"The best Gomez and Morticia could find! It was highly recommended by Margaret, and Pubert can make sure Steve adjusts and makes friends."

Steve can see the moment his mother agrees. She sighs, lets go of his hand, and fixes her already perfect bob. "Well, I suppose," she says before looking at Steve once more. "And you, Steve? Would you like to try...public school for your junior year?"

"Sure, might be fun," Steve says, thinking about all the movies he's seen that display public high schools as a zoo and the worst place on Earth. It sounds great, and if the place is still standing while Pubert attends, it must be somewhat entertaining.

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"You've got everything you'll need?"

Steve looks up from lacing his shoes and smiles at his mother, earning a nervous grin in return. Her blonde hair is uncharacteristically frazzled, and Steve feels warm and fuzzy (like a mold growing over his heart) at knowing she's so worried as to appear less-than-perfect in front of him.

"Yes, I've got everything," he says, gesturing to the backpack on the stairs next to him. In addition to notebooks and his pencil case, Steve has also packed a travel mace, a miniature bomb (alarm clock detonator stored separately, of course), a tiny bottle of tequila, and his lucky lightbulb (just in case).

His mother nods once, takes a deep breath, and then turns her head toward the kitchen to shout, "FESTER!"

Something crashes, a cat (they don't have a cat) yowls, and Steve's father slides into the doorway. "Yes, Pumpkin?" he asks, eyes bright and happy and utterly stuck on Debbie.

"Is Steve's lunch ready? You made something normal, right?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.

Fester glances at Steve, a brief look shared between them that's both sympathetic and endeared toward Debbie. "Of course," Fester says, disappearing for two seconds before striding over to the stairs with a pink lunch box decorated with black skulls (Steve chose the color, Fester chose the pattern, and Debbie gave them her stamp of approval). "A turkey sandwich, fruit, cookies, and juice."

"Fruit?" Debbie asks, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Apple slices!"

After a few seconds, Debbie nods, and Fester gives the lunch box to Steve, shifting some so Debbie doesn't see the conspiratorial wink that tells him the juice is definitely poisoned. Steve grins and shoves the lunch box into his bag. He finishes lacing his shoes and stands, holding his arms out so his mother can inspect him.

"You've done a wonderful job pairing your shirt and shoes," Debbie says, walking around Steve with an air of pride and approval. She rubs the sleeve of his pastel yellow sweater between her thumb and forefinger, nodding once. "The plum pants are a bold choice, but it pays off. And, as always, your hair is flawless, dear."

Steve grins, letting his arms fall to his side. "I tried that new mousse you gave me," he says, fingers twitching as he fights the urge to run them through his hair. "It works great."

His mother smiles even wider and kisses his cheek, pulling out a handkerchief and carefully wiping away the lipstick residue she leaves behind. "I knew it would," she says, inspecting Steve's face once more before nodding with approval.

"Pumpkin, it's time for Steve to go. Pubert is waiting."

Debbie huffs softly and gives Steve one last once over before nodding and hurrying him toward the door. "Have a good day at school, try not to blow anything up, and call me if Pubert tries to cut off your head with a rusty knife again," she says.

"What if it's a clean knife?"

"Well, that's fine. Grandmama will just sew it back on."

Steve grins and waves to both of his parents before hurrying toward the sidewalk where Pubert is waiting. His hair is parted down the middle and gelled down, his pencil-thin mustache is immaculate as ever, and he's wearing a three-piece suit. When Steve is closer, he pulls out two cigars and offers one.

"This isn't an exploding cigar again, right? I'm wearing a new shirt," Steve says, taking it and looking it over.

"Nah, that joke only works once," Pubert says, dragging a match against his palm to light it. He holds it to his cigar first, puffs a few times, and then does the same for Steve. "How long till you get expelled again, you think?"

Steve shrugs as he takes a puff from the cigar, letting the smoke linger for a moment before skillfully blowing it out in perfect circles as they walk. "I haven't been to a public school before," he says, tapping the cigar over the sidewalk, "so, hopefully, at least a year."

"Public school is fun," Pubert says, getting a wicked grin as he looks at Steve. "You can get away with a lot."

"And the other kids?"

"Well, they've certainly got a lot to learn. I mean, most of them can't even handle a little cyanide."

Steve scrunches his nose and takes another puff of his cigar. After a few seconds he asks, "Will we have any classes together?"

"You're a year below me, so maybe an elective or two. What did you sign up for?"

"I signed up for, uh, shop class, forensic science, and Gothic literature."

"We'll have Gothic lit together," Pubert says, flashing a smile before asking, "And you know what shop class is, right?"

Steve blinks, suddenly a little hesitant. "Is it not, like, something about shopping?"

"No. It's building things. With wood, usually."

"Oh! So, I can build anything?"

"I guess. I haven't taken it."

"Well, I'll find out. Maybe I can build Dad a catapult or guillotine or something."

As they get closer to the school, more students fill the sidewalks, but Steve notices that most of them seem to give him and Pubert a wide berth. They also stare, looking at Steve like he's some kind of puzzle to be solved, with more than a few flashing sympathetic smiles like he's trapped and can't get away. "You're popular," Steve notes, taking one last puff of his cigar before dropping it into a trash can.

"I would fucking hope so," Pubert says, finishing off his cigar and tossing it into the next trash can they pass. "I didn't flood the place with roaches and vermin to not be known."

Steve grins, listening as Pubert regales him with the tale only to cut it short when they get inside the school and pass the front office. "I need to get my schedule, but Mom said she made sure we'd have lunch together," Steve says.

Pubert waves him off. "Yeah, I'll meet you in the cafeteria. Have fun, cousin," he replies, mockingly saluting him before heading off down the main hall.

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Steve's first class of the day was AP Calculus, followed by AP Physics, Wood Shop, and AP U.S. History. When it's finally time for lunch, he surveys the cafeteria for a few seconds before finding a table in a dark corner that everyone seems to avoid. By the time he gets there, Pubert has sat down with a tray from the lunch line.

Steve sets his backpack on the table, sits down, and says, "For a place that's so lifeless, it's not even fun."

"Yeah, it's like that," Pubert agrees, poking some unidentifiable mush on his tray with a spork before spooning some into his mouth.

It's with a somewhat jealous expression that Steve pulls out his lunch box and removes a thermos of poisoned juice. "Is it bad?" he asks, nodding to the tray.

"Utterly repulsive."

Steve sighs and takes a sip from the thermos before pulling out everything else in his lunch box. "They made me wear safety goggles in shop. Safety goggles! It's like they don't know how fun splinters in the eyes are. And everyone is soooo scared of the saws, it's ridiculous," he complains, taking an angry bite of his sandwich.

"What about your other classes?"

"Physics would be better with more practical examples. I mean, who cares about apples when we could learn if a body falls faster than a cannonball?"

"From experience, no," Pubert says, "Anyway, you gonna join any clubs?"

"Maybe the swim team? If I'm lucky, I'll drown," Steve says, perking up a little at the thought.

"Best of luck with that," Pubert replies, stealing Steve's thermos to take a sip of his juice. When he places it back, he offers Steve a sporkful of the mush.

Steve lights up and happily tries it, wondering how something can be so perfectly undercooked and overcooked at the same time. "Impressive," he says, passing the spork back. "Is that freezer burn?"

Before Pubert can answer, a bang from the other side of the cafeteria cuts off all other sounds. Steve glances over to see a boy in heavy combat boots climbing onto his table with a mischievous grin. He's wearing a shirt with a devil head on it and "Hellfire Club" emblazoned above and a vest with spikes, pins, and patches. His hair is just below his shoulders and a little curly, and Steve can see from here the wild glint in his eyes as he stomps down the table while talking.

"I'm tired of the double standards of this lame school. If you're into science or band or some other 'uncool' interest, the administration couldn't give two shits! Oh, the choir room needs new risers so the current ones don't break any necks? Well, that's too bad, we've got to give the football team new monogrammed towels for the locker room!" the guy says, grinning when a group of kids to the side shouts their agreement. "And never mind that our Robotics team has won the school three trophies when the basketball team so valiantly scraped into third place last year for being kinda good at throwing balls into laundry baskets."

"Prick!"

Steve glances at the guy who shouted, taking in his letterman jacket before quickly dismissing him. He looks back in time to see the boy on the table sticking out his tongue and holding his hands to his temples to make horns. There's an even wilder look in his eyes now, a sheer glee at causing a scene and getting under someone's skin.

Steve doesn't realize he's smiling until the boy scoffs, shouts one more line about the school's unfair preference for "mediocre jocks," and hops off the table. He looks over at Pubert and asks, "Who was that?"

Pubert glances at Steve, studying him for a moment before swallowing another mouthful of mush and saying, "Eddie Munson. He does that once a week, usually."

"Eddie Munson," Steve murmurs, glancing over at Eddie's table again and smiling a little wider.

[wizardwomenwisdom]

so i did a thing.

bc all y’all loved my divorced dad ficlet…. i wrote a divorced dad fic. ft. mcdonald's parking lots, hot wheels, and iconic divorced dad rock.

tagging anyone who was interested/asked for it below the cut. otherwise i think dustin gets a kids meal is gonna be my go-to tag for this fic lmao have fun kids

@respect-snails @alienboyoutaspace @mmmmwaffles94 @didntwant2come @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @theoncelee @g4ys0n @foolofentirelytoomanyfandoms @whatthemeepever @specialagentslut-24 @goblinwrangler @fer-is-alive @wildwildsoul @broadwaytheanimatedseries @freddykicksasses

[artiststarme]

To Keep Track of My Own Fic...

Here is the updated part list for "What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins?". This fic is now finished and the end result has 20 parts!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20: Epilogue

Now on Ao3!

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[youmakemyhearthowl]

WIP Wednesday

A little late haha but I was tagged by @zerokrox-blog

Clockwork King- In 1978 Steve Harrington went missing for 5 days, no one noticed. Little Steve Harrington missed an entire week of school and no one said anything; Eddie felt his absence in the empty seat he usually takes up in front of him, and Eddie worries. or; Steve Harrington learns what it really means to be loved while also learning that some of the demons in his head, aren't just in his head (This one is already posted partially on AO3)

2. Punk Princess- Steve discovers the world of punk and queer love, this ones easy going and cute and our boys are gay panicking always with each other. Eddie Wears a cheer outfit. (Also partially available on AO3)

3. Super soldier AU- I've got 2 parts and a little over 20,000 words for this done already, BUT basically, what happens if the Russians grab Steve out front of the burning down Starcourt and he is taken with Hopper to Russia. Thicc, severly truamatized Steve. Robin/Eddie friendship, but of course Stobin platonic soulmates always. Dart may or may not be in it and also just a little guy. I have no idea how to explain this one lmao.

4. My own novel that's enemies to lovers, shape shifters and a throne that was stolen lol

I wanna tag @heart-of-a-rose, @stuftzombie, @whatthemeepever , @manda-panda-monium , @lofaewrites and @tashabeth

[rayshippouuchiha]

The potential which Uzumaki fucked a god AU. Can you imagine the conversation they'd all have? Just the call outs they'd sling at eachother over whos the most likely to have did this? Half want to buy them a drink because damn and the other are just so done because of course they did that.

Would that mean we could get a Sakumo/Ichigo pair with that? Cause unnggghhh yes please.

Oh my god yes.

New favorite topic of conversation is Which Uzumaki Fucked A God and they all get really petty about it.  Just a bunch of chakra monsters and seal masters slinging accusations like

“Well I bet it was Natsumi, she fucked those two Kiri-nin that one time.”

“THAT WAS ONCE AND I WAS DRUNK!! You can’t hold drunken one-night stands against me forever.”

“Watch me, they were Kiri-nin.”

and a bunch of 

“Was it you, Kisiko? Did you fuck a god? Please tell me it was you who fucked a god, I’m gonna win so much money”

“No, no, I know I’ve got like 9 kids with 6 different partners but it wasn’t me. I mean I get why you thought it was me, I’d totally fuck a god, but yeah wasn’t actually me this time. You asked Miyu yet? She’s into some shit, could have been her.”

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Hey Doll! I need to know if you've seen Love and Monsters yet? Cause I have a burning need for the Stiles edits and AUs of it since it was such a genuinely good wholesome movie and I haven't seen one like it in so long.

I just need someone to scream with about it dagnabbit. Lol.

I haven't, even though I'm 100% sure I would love this movie. I've seen enough gifs and stills and plot points to be sure of it. However, I have stage 6 "can't sit down and watch movie" disease, because somehow committing 2 hours of my life to a movie is different from committing to four 30-minute youtube videos about lore from video games I haven't played.

what I'm saying is that it's on my list, but my list is actually made of Schrödinger's commitment

[copperbadge]

ameliahcrowley

This is the *best* news! There are four jerks who (when not in lockdown) always saunter into the coffee bar near my kids' dance class without masks and when challenged announce "Asthma" with the smuggest "The law says you can't ask for proof that we all have the exact same condition that isn't actually affected by masks" grins you can imagine. I can't wait to share the good news!

I mean, it sounds fun but also please be careful, the kind of person who will do that is the kind of person who will get violent if they don’t like someone’s tone. Think very cautiously about how to approach that, and whether the payoff would be worth it. Though you should tell the coffee bar to speak to the ADA, because I believe there is no legal government support for allowing unmasked patrons into a business regardless of disability status. 

whatthemeepever

@copperbadge have you tried the primatene mist inhalers? You can get them at Walgreens. I use like half a pump at a time compared to two full pumps of the prescription inhalers.

I haven’t -- I was planning to but last time I mentioned it I had a BUNCH of people reach out to me about its dangers, especially in terms of potential cardio risks (the most public discussion I had about it is here). Last time I spoke with my doctor he confirmed that it was not a good option for me. 

reesa-chan

Shoot. I've been having asthma flare ups recently and was planning on talking to my doctor about getting some more albuterol for my nebulizer as well as starting up some control meds again. It hadn't occurred to me that there might be a shortage of the stuff.

I think probably it’s less short now than it was a few months ago because manufacture has ramped up since then, and also they know more about how well it works and for whom, in terms of COVID. But I would definitely talk to your doctor sooner rather than later, since there may be a lead-time to getting some from the pharmacy. 

[dearcat1]

Found your Italian Roots AU and now I desperately need Rhodey and the kids POV when they find out because now there is TWO OF THEM! Which is taken completely differently for each of them.

I’ve had this waiting since forever but I can’t manage to figure out how to answer this without spoiling... 

But! I did make it to the point where I can reveal Rhodey’s perspective so let me throw that one at you!!

Story:

Colonel Rhodes has a pretty good idea of what he’ll find once he arrives at this ‘Varia Castle.” Honestly, Starks. Drama is in their blood. A castle, in the middle of nowhere. Rhodes will bet his perfectly toned ass (he has a right to be proud of it, no matter what Toni says) that the place has the lightning of a gothic scene. 

Why not? Rhodes has experience with young Stark geniuses, the Varia’s terrifying reputation wouldn’t have been enough. Kid will have made it look the part, Rhodes knows. Some things are just genetics. 

Granted, Jim has questions. Many of them. Because he’s been reading the files, watching the footage and listening to Toni gush about her sweet adorable little brother and the more he looks, the more he really sits down and takes that in, the more it looks like Tones back at MIT.

Young, far too smart for her own good, far too rebellious. And so so eager to be acknowledged, so hopeful to finally prove something to dear old dad. 

And Rhodes doesn’t like that one bit. But he relishes in the knowledge that Timoteo Vongola is no Howard Stark and Rhodey is no longer James Rhodes, student, but Colonel James Rhodes, pilot of the War Machine. 

Given half the excuse, Rhodes will do to Don Vongola the things he could only fantasize about doing to Howard Stark.

But the kid has to be Rhodey’s priority here. Rhodes knows Starks, knows the tough exterior and the soft easily hurt heart and this one is already theirs too. Not only because he’s Toni's little brother but because the kid stuck by her when neither Pepper or Rhodes could. 

It's been a while since either of them had seen Tones smile so openly, so truthfully. For that alone, Jim is capable of a lot. 

Xanxus Vongola, though that won’t remain the boy's last name for much longer if any of them have a say in it. Which they do, Rhodey is something of an expert in young dumb Stark geniuses. And he's already all those things that were a pain to touch with Toni. 

He's going to have to give the talks about consent again, he just knows it. The ones that go somewhere along the lines of "if they make you uncomfortable and you don't want to deal with it, tell me about it. I'll deal with it for you." 

Tiberius Stone is still on his hit list. 

And the ones about alcohol consumption and "no, collapsing of exhaustion is not the same as sleeping. Get into bed." Worth it, though. And this Stark comes with an additional support system. 

When Rhodes steps out of his plane and there's no Xanxus to pick him up, he knows something somewhere went to shit. Because Jim knows Xanxus might not admit it but he dearly hopes his sister's friends will like him. Which means being there to pick Rhodes up because Tones can't. 

So with the absolute shamelessness of a man who once spent months scouring the desert for the kid's older sister, Jim accesses the trackers on the brat's guns. Toni, as always, doesn't disappoint. Xanxus is easy to find after that. 

The kid is pretending to be unaffected but Jim can see the stress in his posture. Superbi is in front of him, evidently aggressive and just as evidently being dismissed. Pepper likes Squalo. She's already exchanged contact information. 

In front of them is an old man, old school. The man is a mixture of anger and superiority complex, Rhodes knows the type, he's already unimpressed. He does take note of the metal arm, just in case. 

But Jim ignores the posturing for now, “Xanxus!”

Xanxus seems surprised at the warm tone but he nods in greeting. Old dude, however, is not happy about being so obviously dismissed. Jim doesn’t care, Squalo stands between the man and Xanxus and Rhodes won’t do the swordsman the disservice of doubting his skill.

Starling’s posture is all defensive aggression with a little bit of surprise sprinkled in for flavour. It's so reminiscent of Toni back at MIT that Jim can't quite help the way he pulls Xanxus in for a quick side hug, letting him go just as quickly with a hair ruffle. "Let’s go, kid. Or Tones might just stage a rescue."

[decadentbatbagelscissors]

Really interresting!!!

Chapters: ¼ Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV), Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: It’s All Ray’s Fault, This has been spawned from her Tumblr Asks, Happy birthday RayShippouUchiha Series: Part 2 of It’s All Ray’s Fault Summary:

Void stayed with Stiles and the Cult of McCall finds out and decides to Take Measures.

Betraying Stiles again in the process.

So void does the only thing he can, he goes home to the sacred forest and takes Stiles with him.

Time didn’t exist there and Stiles, curious and clever learns everything he can from his new family until one day someone new comes with sunshine bright Chakra reeking of well hidden pain and betrayal.

Something Stiles is well acquainted with.

@rayshippouuchiha Happy Birthday! Remember this? Well I promised so here’s the first chapter.

[exhausted-dog-mom]

thanks @whatthemeepever for tagging me! We actually had a few in common!

Let's see what you will and wont eat! Use 🤮 to mark what you will NOT eat.

01. Miracle Whip 

02. Pickles

03. Butter Milk

04. Black Jelly Beans 🤮

05. Pineapple Pizza  🤮

06. Sardines 

07. Oysters 

08. Sushi

09. Candy Corn

10. Vienna Sausage

11. Brussels Sprouts

12. Mushrooms  🤮

13. Liver  🤮

14. Beets 

15. Bologna

16. Black Olives

17. Green Olives

18. Blue Cheese

19. Fruitcake 

20. SPAM

21. Cabbage 

22. Potato salad

23. Eggnog

24. Black Coffee

25. Anchovies 🤮

26. Grits

27. Sauerkraut

28. Chicken gizzards

29. Pickled okra 

30. Coleslaw 🤮

31. Cow tongue

32. Seafood

33. Yogurt

34. Broccoli

35. Hominy

36. Asparagus

37. Licorice-Black 🤮

38. Eggplant

39. Cottage cheese  🤮

40. Tofu

Tagging @5bloodyroses @i-was-never-glam @bluech33se @missybluebird @ara--a

[libraryofgage]

WIP Weekend (again, yes lol)

This series (I'm calling it Final Girl Steve) is the reason I haven't updated my tumblr series lately because I've been possessed by the muse lmao

Anyway, you can blame @whatthemeepever and the following picture from a mostly obscure 80s time travel show for the absolutely wild AU this has become

Bonus points to anyone for managing to guess how this picture relates to anything lmao

And now the snippet:

“So,” Eddie says, trying to find that confidence from earlier but falling so short that all he manages to say is, “you like horror.”

What the fuck? No, seriously, where the fuck is that smooth talk from earlier? How is it fair that the moment Eddie thinks Steve isn’t the Rich Scion of a Golden Boy he immediately rolls a nat 1 on charming him?

Somehow, though, it must be the right thing to say, because Steve’s shoulders slowly relax and he glances at the book in Eddie’s hand. “Yeah, uh, they’re good books,” he says, licking his lips before asking, “Have you read any of them?”

“Frankenstein for class,” Eddie says, looking down at Carmilla and idly flipping through the pages. It’s not a long book, but the writing is old, the kind that makes his head hurt when he has to analyze it. “And some Poe. The ones about the heart under the floor and the wine cellar.”

“The Tell-Tale Heart and The Cask of Amontillado,” Steve says, the names falling from his lips so naturally Eddie wonders if Steve had predicted what he’d say and gotten them ready. It reminds Eddie of the way he can spout Black Sabbath song titles on command if someone only asked. “I like The Cask of Amontillado more because it’s kind of funny. What dumbass wouldn’t notice himself getting sealed in?”

Eddie snorts and slides Carmilla back into its spot on the shelf. “Wasn’t he distracted or something?” Eddie asks. 

“Still. I’d notice if something like that were happening.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve glares at him. There’s no heat behind his gaze, though. “Anyway, you still want that joint?”

[artiststarme]

A Hopper Snippet from "What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins?"

So this is a Hopper POV set sometime between the second and third parts of the story. I didn't think it fit well in the story but it works as an extra snippet!

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Hopper had been through a lot. He’d lost his mother at a young age, gone to war and seen things that no one should ever see. He lost his little girl far too soon, was presumed dead after the mall fire, and was tortured for months in a Russian prison. With that being said, he’s never felt as panicked and frantic as he did right now learning that the boy he considered a son was gone. 

“Okay, what do you mean he disappeared? Did he just take a day for himself or is this another Barbara Holland situation?” He asked the kids, trying to remain calm.

“No! He’s gone. Eddie and I went to his house and his dad said that he kicked him out. We can’t find him, Steve is missing!” Dustin wailed, teetering on the verge of tears. 

“Do you have any idea where he would go? Did you check with Nancy or Robin? He wouldn’t just leave.” Steve was an extrovert at heart and Hopper found it hard to believe that he wouldn’t contact at least one of his friends that he was close to. 

“Hopper, I’m telling you that no one has seen him in weeks. He stopped wanting to hang out with us so we were giving him space. Nancy hasn’t talked to him since the grad party and Robin is out of town. We don’t know where else he would go because he doesn’t have any friends besides us!”

Hopper’s heart shuttered. If he truly got kicked out by his parents, why wouldn’t he come to him? He always made a point of letting Steve know that he would always be welcome at the cabin when he helped rebuild it. Every gathering at Joyce’s, he would let him know how important he was to the group. But thinking back, Hopper had never blatantly said that Steve was the son he’d always wanted, that he liked having him around and being able to check in on the kid. 

He probably didn’t leave. If his parents truly did kick him out of their museum of a home, he was probably just sulking about it at the quarry or in the woods somewhere. Steve wouldn’t just ditch town, no way.

Hopper nodded to himself, appeased at his attempt at self comfort. “Alright, I’m going to go talk to Richard and Cynthia. You kids head home and I’ll call you later to let you know what I find out. I’m sure he’s just hiding out somewhere around town. Got it?”

The kids nodded sullenly and made their way out of the station and to their bikes. Hopper sighed, when he found the kid, he was going to smack him upside the head for making them all worry. He just hoped he found him soon.

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Punk Princess

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(I'm so sorry for this)

Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.

He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.

He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.

Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself. 

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.

“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.

“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.

“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.

“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.

Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.

“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.

“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them. 

“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.

“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.

“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.

“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”

“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.

“Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.

“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.

“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve. 

“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…” 

“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”

Steve feels ice cold.

He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.

“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.

“Bullshit. Don’t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”

Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.

Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.

He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.

Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that. 

Robin was enough anyways.

She always was.

(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)

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[wardog-of-the-endless]

Tag Game

tagged by: @kaoslikesstuff thanks sweets!! 

rules: tag 9 people who you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions

3 ships:   Immortal Husbands Joe x Nicky- The Old Guard WinterIron James Barnes x Tony Stark- MARVEL MALEC Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood- Shadowhunters STEREK Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale- Teen Wolf

(Have 4 because there are some ties there and I’m binging hard.) 

last song: My Shot// The Schuyler Sisters  - Hamilton Live (Actively Listening)

last movie: The Old Guard (Again... For like... the 5th time... Don’t Judge Me)

currently reading: Vanishing Tribes, Listening to Whales, Anne Bishop’s Black Jewels Trilogy, Various AKC Standards & Rules 

currently watching:  Switching between Rewatching: Sense8 (Again), Chopped & Cutthroat Kitchen (Again)

currently craving: Warm Chocolate Chip Cookies, Soft Vanilla Ice Cream, Windy Days, A fall of Autumn Leaves, The Bite of Winter, Heavy coats and wrapped scarves, Walking arm in arm with a friend carrying a hot beverage, being wrapped in another being watching it rain... 

tagging: @feignedsobriquet @rebelmeg @anxious---soul @polizwrites @themoonwheniamlost @whatthemeepever @journeythroughtherain @backbendersokka @jacarandabanyan No Pressure Tags! Also, to anyone else who wants to answer. 

[rayshippouuchiha]

Oh my goodness Ray! I love Izuku when he's a tiny terror tank but him as a tiny thotty tank is hilarious.

Just this Lil sunshine child being a sexual crisis for everyone around him wherever he goes?

Dealing with villains by accurately calling them out on their kinks then roasting them for it or offering advice?! Because you know he's never had any kind of supervision over his internet access.

His hero name not being Deku but something like Dominus.

Bakugo just in the background immune and long-suffering to the shenanigans because deku has always been Like That and bullying someone that can turn anything into an innuendo is impossible.

This child is absolutely gonna be a tiny thotty tank and it’s glorious.

It just fucks with absolutely everyone.  

Not sure yet what his hero name would end up being but yeah I don’t think Deku would fit in this one. 

But oh god yes by the time they hit middle school Bakugou would be seething with rage but unwilling to fucking deal with that shit. 

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Tagged by @whatthemeepever !

Rules: Post the last line that you wrote, then tag as many writeblrs as there are words in the line!

Okay the actual last line I wrote has spoilers for the story I’m posting so here’s the second to last-

“I swear to god I’ll sit on you.”

Tagging @wynnefic @queerfictionwriter @graciebirdie @bunnywest and thaaaat’s it. There are only 4 words in that sentence.