#whippersnappers

[thetygre]

‘Let people Enjoy Things’! Okay, well we all share the tags on this website, so when you post the entirety of your Omega Reader x Beta Mermaid One of Those Twinks from Jujutsu Kaisen fic that’s longer than Martin Luther’s 95 Theses, and you REFUSE to put it under a ‘Read More’ for some ungodly reason, then it shifts from Your Enjoying Things to My Problem.

[potato-lord-but-not]

hello ! sorry if this is a silly ask but i would love to see your design for bella. i’m really sorry if you’ve already posted your design for her and i’ve just missed it but my sapphic soul would love to see what she looks like in your style. thank you !! i hope you’re having a good day/evening :)

woagh sorry for taking so long to get to this but !!!! BELLAAA 🫶🫶

[kana7o]

a little obianidala for my soul

[podfic-chicklet]

See, and I thought I'm only working in a nursing home!😲👵

(Though we have the cuuuuutest old lady in our house: every time we tell her, "It's 2024" she immediately says, "Nooo, can't be, then I'd be 103!" 😂😂 She is! Also, a very happy person who loves to tell me 10 times a day how her dad was the best ever for bringing her to her dancing classes since age 3.🥰)

Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool

i am going to eat my own entire skin

[rooksunday]

what about a version of ‘din discovers boba is a clone’ and:

side quest activates!

(yessss din loves a side quest)

and six months later din turns up at boba’s palace like hi hello i found forty eight of your siblings i hope you have clean sheets or whatever xoxo gotta jet there’s a bunch more waiting for a pick up at spacebucks and those old guys get cranky

[itswilliamleonard]

hard to be a dad

[radiance1]

Vlad (Pheonix): Just giving you a heads up, when it becomes known that you are dating me. You will have to fight through my 6 abominable exes, as well as Gary.

Constantine: Why is the 7th one called Gary.

Vlad: Because that is his name...?

Constantine: No, I mean why is he differentiated from the others?

Vlad: Ah. Because Gary is not my ex, he's just Gary.

Constantine: Then why is he-

Vlad: He likes card games, the others are most likely to try and kill you.

Constantine: Noted.

[handspunyarns]

I went to South Park: Bigger Longer Uncut alone and I was the only adult there WITHOUT young children

If you were to go to the movies alone, what would be the perfect movie to see?

[afewproblems]

I just got a tattoo done and was thinking about all of the before and after care instructions they gave me and how older Eddie would have possibly reacted to the list of things he would need to do or items to purchase for a new addition to his sleeve.

The artist reaches out to Eddie years after corroded coffin makes it big. She's fairly well known as a minor celebrity herself in the tattoo and body modification space in LA, so when she contacts Eddie's agent about offering a new piece for his eclectic sleeve he checks out her portfolio and is immediately sold.

She sends him the idea and he signs off on it right away and before they know it, he and Steve are on a plane from Chicago to Los Angeles.

It isn't until it's done, and the second skin is placed over the piece, smoothed out to ensure no bubbling, that Eddie balks at the secondary list of steps he needs to take.

The artist taps out the instruction email on her phone, hitting send with a dimpled grin before reaching out to shake his hand and Steve's, thanking them for being such great new clients. She asks Steve if he would be interested in a piece at some point, to which he smiles politely and shakes his head.

Steve has never been into tattoos for himself, though he's always gone to great lengths to admire and kiss each piece on Eddie's body.

Eddie half listens as they continue to chat, pulling out his phone to review the email she sent him.

"Ensure that you leave the second skin on for three to five days and upon its removal (see removal instructions on page two)..."

Eddie has to stop himself from rolling his eyes right then and there. It's not as though this is his first ever tattoo, he's been getting ink since before this girl was even born.

He winces at the thought, reminding himself that just because she's young doesn't mean she doesn't know her shit, and she clearly does. He shakes his head and nods when Steve says goodbye for them and they make their way to the elevator.

"Okay, what's with the face?" Steve asks quietly as soon as the door closes.

Eddie sighs and folds his arms over his chest, careful not to bump the now tender area on his forearm.

"You look like you swallowed a lemon, spill," he reaches out for Eddie's shoulder, his warm hazel eyes, now lined with gentle wrinkles at the edges search his face, "do you not like it?"

Eddie barks out a laugh, "it's probably one of the nicest ones in the whole collection, no Stevie, it's not that".

Steve raises his eyebrow now and just looks at Eddie until the elevator dings and the doors open before them.

God Dammit.

He loves and hates this ability, that Steve knows Eddie will crack eventually if he just waits long enough.

"Fine!" Eddie sighs as they make their way back to the hotel.

It's gorgeous out, nothing like the weather back home right now, the palm trees lining the streets and the twinkling fairy lights on every corner gives the area an almost magical feel, despite the bustling pedestrians packing the sidewalks.

"It's a little weird all the instructions," Eddie says eventually. He speaks slowly, doing his best to articulate exactly what he feels.

Steve nods, though the confused pinch between his brow doesn't quite fade.

"And I've been getting these done since it eighties, Steve, it's just a little--"

Eddie growls and tugs on his hair in frustration, "I don't want to be shitty".

Steve shrugs and loops his arm around Eddie's small waist, tugging him closer.

"Be shitty, you know I love it," he grins and lifts his free hand to remove Eddie's from his hair, "what about the instructions made you upset?"

"It's like I'm being talked down to," Eddie says with a frown, "I got a stick and poke from Jeff in '84 that was totally fine with out any of this," he lifts his arm now to show off the shiny second skin to Steve who nods.

"And which one was that again?" Steve asks, there's a leading lilt to his voice that makes Eddie want to sit on the sidewalk.

He huffs out a low whine, "Steve--"

"Eddie," Steve answers with a soft smile.

And Eddie knows he's lost this argument, if you could even call it that, because the bats that Jeff did for him all the way back in '84, have since been covered up.

Over the years they had morphed into six blobs of bluish grey on the back of his forearm that could no longer be distinguishable as bats, and after being asked about his 'abstract' tattoos by an interviewer a few years back, he had made the decision to get them covered.

And it could have been any number of things that lead to the eventual fading and blobification of his bats, but Eddie figured it was probably because they had almost immediately gotten infected a few days after Jeff had finished them in his parents garage.

Eddie clears his throat and opens the email on his phone again, taking another look at the list the artist had sent him.

"Fine, you gonna help me take care of this thing Stevie?" Eddie grumbles as they enter the revolving door of the hotel, stepping carefully into the pie shaped section to avoid colliding with the moving entryway.

Steve snorts and lets his hand curl through one of the belt loops on Eddie's jeans, "I think I remember agreeing to something like that, in sickness and health?"

He leans forward and nuzzels his nose into Eddie's ear, "till the end of our days".

[sidetongue]

Moby will NOT be playing with them, thank you very much. Now throw his ball for him.

[radarchives]

[zinnie-zoloft]

“Nobody died” AUs where Edwin becomes a kind of mentor figure to Charles are sweet and everything but I think we’re missing the comedy potential of Charles just really wanting to fuck that old man

[freepassbound]

[superfluffychickens]

This young fellow is just so charming, something about his dainty little face and long legs, plus his shy but gentle demeanor, reminds me of a little prince! Hopefully my pullets will be as smitten with him as I am!

[burr-ell]

the moon can wait they're RETIRED

[athelind]

I gotta say, that's been my attitude toward computer and console "RPGs" for thirty-odd years now.

Just replace your GM with a chatbot.

That’s just the way things are going, you know?

GMs are obsolete, the machines rule our games now