#timezone reblob

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

I think I never got a line quoted back at me that much 😂😂😂

I wanna dance with somebody

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22

Prompt: Sports

Rated: T

CW: some vague mentions of Eddie’s boner

Tags: No UD AU; Meet cute; Good neighbor Eddie Munson; Dancer Steve Harrington

Notes: @thefreakandthehair, @sourw0lfs, @devondespresso - SPORTS! GO, SPORTS!!!

Wanna see dancer!Steve stretch (and Eddie have a horny meltdown)? Check out the artwork done by @house-of-the-moving-image!!

It’s still half dark and freezing outside as Eddie parks the van in front of the dancing school.

“Shit, we’re running late,” Max curses and bends down to straighten her neon-colored leg warmers for the twentieth time. “Just because you couldn’t find your stupid car keys.” 

“That all you gotta say?” Eddie huffs, but all it gets him is that bewildered brow quirk she always does when he’s being dumb. “How about Sorry for waking you at ass o’clock, Eddie? Thank you for driving me, Eddie? You’re the best neighbor in the world, Eddie?” 

She scoffs at him. “Ew, are you always that desperate for validation? Pathetic.” 

Eddie gawks after her as she opens the passenger door and gets out to retrieve her duffel from the backseat. That little gremlin! He should’ve closed the door in her face, left her standing out in the snow. 

Except, it all rang a little too close to home. The way she huddled on his porch, arms wrapped around her too-thin jacket, face set in a disappointed scowl. The way she barked at him to drive her to dance class because her mom had been home late and wouldn’t wake up. He knows she’s been taking odd jobs around the trailer park to pay for the classes, knows it's the one thing during the week she looks forward to. Also knows that her mom is too out of it to care half of the time. Knows how that feels. 

There’s no way he could’ve denied her. 

The problem is, she’s perfectly aware of that. 

“You coming?” 

She’s eyeing him expectantly through the open back door of the van. Eddie waves her off, fumbles for his cigarettes in his pocket. Realizes he forgot them. Shit. 

“‘s okay, I’ll just wait out here in the car.” 

She rolls her eyes so hard her entire head sways with the motion. “Don’t be a moron, they have heating and a lounge inside. C’mon.” 

*

The inside of the dancing school is basically just one long hall with a floor-to-ceiling mirror front at one end. There’s a counter in one corner and two mismatched sofas with a pile of old magazines opposite that. Max makes a dash for the gaggle of girls doing warm-ups on the dance floor, even though there’s no instructor in sight yet. 

“Oh hey, can I help you?” 

Eddie blinks. A guy has just materialized behind the counter - though the truth probably is that he was crouched out of sight to retrieve the boombox in his hands. He puts it on the countertop, cocks his head at Eddie, which makes a few strands of floofy chestnut hair fall in front of his wireframe glasses, and oh fuck, he’s cute! 

“Adult classes don’t start until noon, but-” 

Eddie barks a laugh and saunters closer. 

“Yeah, no. I’m just here to drop off little Red.”

He jerks his head at the dance floor. Cutie follows the movement and his face breaks into a smile so full of genuine delight, Eddie wants to cuddle him. Or maybe bite him. Maybe both. 

“Oh, Max,” says Cutie. “You her brother?” 

Eddie snorts. “Nah, just a neighbor. Her mom was … indisposed.” 

“Huh,” Cutie says. Quirks an eyebrow. Somehow manages to put an entire unspoken verdict into that little noise and gesture. “She’s real talented, y’know?” 

Eddie shuffles in his place, unsure about what to do with that information. “Um, yeah?” 

Cutie nods, eyes darting over at Max, who’s dropping into a painful-looking split in front of the mirror, and shit, when did she learn that? 

“Yeah. I think she’s got potential. Plus, she’s really come out of her shell these past few weeks. So thanks for driving her.” 

“Oh, erm …” Eddie makes, pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his incoming flush. “No problem, dude, not like I had-” 

“Steve!” Max hollers, and they flinch apart. Eddie didn’t even notice how they’ve both drifted into each other’s space, Cutie’s elbows bracketed on the counter and himself just swaying ever-so-slightly closer. “You done flirting, or what? We should’ve started three minutes ago!” 

Cutie - who’s name is Steve, apparently - takes off his glasses and winks at Eddie. Fucking winks at him. It goes ridiculously well with the pretty pink blush that’s blooming high in his cheekbones. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, raising his arms over his head and bending at the hip, does a silly little stretch. “Duty calls.” 

Then, he smoothes his hair out of his forehead and steps around the counter, pressing the Play button on the boombox. 

“Okay, ladies, here we go! One song for warm-up, just move around the room however you like, feel the music.” 

Some atrocious, boppy pop number starts to blare through the room, but Eddie hardly processes it. He’s too preoccupied by the sight in front of him. 

Legs. 

And an ass. 

Legs and an ass in fucking tights. They hug Steve’s form like a second skin, bringing out every muscle, and Christ, there’s a lot to bring out! Guy looks like one of these ancient Greek marble statues - if marble statues wore fucking Tears for Fears shirts and could balance on their tippy toes and do leaps and spins in perfect sync with the music, all with flawless core tension and a seemingly effortless smile. 

Eddie thinks he may need to step out. Take a breather. Throw himself crotch-first into the nearest snowdrift, maybe. 

Instead, he takes two shaky steps backwards and collapses on top of the nearest sofa, grabs a random magazine from the pile and fans it open in his lap to hide his very unfortunate predicament. 

It’s Good Housekeeping. 

Steve spins by, catches his eye and winks again. 

Eddie turns back to the magazine. Cool, fine, he always wanted to know about the ten best apple pie recipes to delight your loved ones with. 

He does hope this magazine is sturdy, or he might just tear through it.

All my holiday drabbles

[mutantenfisch]

As some of you know i spent all of October in a hospital so i didn't do much art nor did i participate in any art-related October events.

However, now that I have a working wifi connection, i will put up a queue with my older works as a belated #repostober but i am going to use my common #mutantenfischart and #self-reblob tags. Feel free to follow the first and look up the latter on my blog.

I will feed the queue to drop 3 works per day in a row until the 30th, starting this evening 8 pm my timezone (UTC+1).

Stay tuned! :)

[thevulturesquadron]

For tattoos purposes, is anyone around here on mutuals or followers that speaks greek/are from Greece? 👀 Anyone I can reach out to?

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hiya! Sunray here!

That must be nice! And Autumn is a lovely name for such a pretty lady!

Whatever chemicals you breathed in during her bath was worth it, (no it's not, are you alright? :<) look at that shiny coat! May I ask what breed she is? :D

And out timezone is CET or Central European Time, which is one hour ahead UTC or Coordinated Universal Time (according to google at least, these timezone things always confuse me to no end). It is currently 9:29 in the morning as I write this

Also forgot to say in my previous reblog, but your art style is really pretty :}

I doodled both of our traumatized lil shits

First is a kind of old doodle of SR Eclipse stretching, second is SEA Eclipse holding a chip that totally doesnt have the blueprints for the second pair kf arms and how to properly connect them once they are fully made totally not guys trust

The third is SR Bloodmoon and Flare warning the SEA family to not let SEA Eclipse have any ideas, its a little too late for that tho in this shitty comic-doodle-

Also ignore the lack of detail im doing multiple things at once rn-

The text:

Crappily drawn SR Clips: ’Gotta Help other Eclipses, bros’

Right next to crappily drawn SR Clips: ’The one who gave it’

Chip that crappily drawn SEA Eclipse is holding titled: ’Computer chip for blueprints’

Text above crappily drawn Bm and SF: ’Dont let him have any ideas, ours never stops working’

Im just happy those 8 lil shits didnt mention the shoulder strap so i could explain it completely to u instead, HAH-

Think of a knee brace but for an arm and u got it, but Eclipse feels immense pain if he doesnt have it supporting his shoulder. The only time he takes it off is to sleep or adjust it

I don't think this is crappily drawn at all! All the drawings are lovely! :D

And yeah, SR SF and BM, you are late. He already had ideas since he saw SR Eclipse. Now the SEA family has to unite to stop that idiot from doing highly illegal body-modifications on himself (animatronics can't modify their own bodies in case something goes wrong. you have to go to what's basically their equvalent of a surgeon)

And yeah! Eclipse on Eclipse solidarity! Future four arm besties 💅 (Everyone else: NO!)

The shoulder strap was mentioned in the last couple chapters of SR, no? Or was that still just the brace SF made for him so he can at least use that arm? Or am I remembering incorrectly? (more than likely)

Also these pictures are very amusing I love them your honour 👉👈

[daisyxsims]

[phandomfriendfinder-blog]

Preferred name: anon 9 URL:  Interests: binge watching game theory :D, making frens?, reblobbing Fandoms: Phandom, Skeleton Clique, YOI Fandom Timezone: GMT +8:00 (Philippine Standard Time) Language(s) spoken and fluency: Filipino and English A few sentences about yourself: I was a sadist but my current emotional phase is being motivational and nice to others especially in real life because I think I maybe an ambivert.

Age: 13 Pronouns: they/them Country: Philippines Sexuality: ace/aro

Is there any specific interest you want your match to have? (Please try to have these tie back to the questions asked above): watches game and film theory pls thanks!!! and also RobertIDK but anyone’s fine.

Would you like your match to be in the same time zone as you? would be very helpful but I don’t think so (sorry!)

[dear-mrs-otome]

Gonna leave this up another couple days - there's been good turnout, though I shouldn't be surprised that Ikesen Mitsuhide is in the lead.

It's not a given though! Jean and Theo and Kyoichiro are making strong showings and they could easily snatch the prize from the Snek...

Hello Friends - it's 'Crazy Idea' time!

I won't lie, I know we're all tired of hearing 'covid wrecked my creativity' but there's a reason for it - things are tough for a lot of us! Personally, it's been a very rough year+ for me as a writer, in terms of carving out a time and place and headspace to get anything down on paper...but I'd really like to change that. There's the usual approaches - writing exercises or prompts and such, but none of those really clicked with me in terms of 'something that forces me to sit down and write X amount a day'.

So I thought up a little project to help me get better about making it a habit. Introducing:

🌟 Mrs. O's Write Along! 🌟

The premise here is that you, dear followers, pick an otome route from the English games I play for me to read, and every day I will write a little something pertaining to that day's chapter. It might be an expanded moment of a scene, it might be a bit of the suitor's POV, maybe a headcanon, whatever strikes my fancy. But the goal is that there will be a little something, every day, and you can follow along if you'd like!

I've been kicking this around for awhile - at first I had planned to just do it as-is for Jean's route in Ikevamp, but I thought it might be a lot of fun to have some input from you guys what you'd like to see or who you might like to read with me. So if you're interested, go fill out my little survey and vote on a route!

I'm looking forward to this little endeavor! 💞 Hope to see you all soon!

[s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r]

I have gotten SO MANY good responses on this—I can’t pick just one to reblog so I implore you to go through the replies/reblogs/tags.

For those who haven’t seen, please add yours here!

Hi! What are your favorite Mr. Robot quotes? I’m shit at accurately remembering the best things people say and those film/tv quote websites are the actual worst. I’m thinking of revisiting a gif technique I had success with, but I’d like to add some poignant quotes.

Reblog/reply with your faves!

[hopesbarnes]

in case anyone wants these!

some icons ive made but dont plan to use if you guys want them! just reblog/like if you use one💕

[foxsoulcourt]

P.S. Here's my garden now + the plants that will go in it.

Hey, Cory. I love your positive energy. I know you must go through your own difficulties, and everyone's life is different. I'm really struggling to keep my energy up and going. I'm 19, have worked really hard for what I have and I'm really ambitious. But I'm mentally exhausted and I have nobody to reach out to where I live atm. I try to make myself socialise and respond to messages too but something keeps me back. Would love to know how you keep going, if you have any advice? Much love 💛

Dear Sweet Heart,

I didn’t forget about you, but I got scared. (Who am I to answer such a question?!!) But/and, you asked me what I do to keep going, so I’m going to respond. Earlier I posted some things w/those pics of my garden. Below are a few more + a post which.is.so.good and I think might be helpful to you rn. It names the Existential Angst we live with + articulates some practical ways to not just survive w/it in one hand while we go about our days, but to thrive. Look it all over, take what is helpful + leave the rest behind. 

BRAVA for stopping to recognize mental exhaustion + realise you have limited resources where you currently live to support your desired growth + ambitions!  (I love now you know you won’t always be in this particular place.)  Right now is the perfect time for this awareness to take hold of you + for you to be able to do something in response.

ALL change starts with awareness AND acceptance of what is.

Most of the reason any of us push back against changes we want to make is because it’s scary + unknown + we listen to doubting voices inside our heads or coming out of our friends + loved ones’ mouths. I sure do it! When awareness comes, it’s scary, so I numb it w/_____ (insert your favourite addictive experience here). That’s a human response to what feels like an overwhelming situation. When we become more aware + accept what is, we make better choices.

BRAVA too for realising something is holding you back from doing this thing you think you’re supposed to be doing! Pay attention to those hesitations; they are your body/spirit/mind’s wisdom at work. Maybe this is not your season for interaction. Maybe you realise it’s time to make new friends or move away from family, even if just for a while. I don’t know the answer, but you do. Whatever you want to call the thing at the core of your being KNOWS not to force you to do something. Thank it for protecting you in this way.

Meaningful + healthy change comes when we show ourselves deep compassion. Keep listening to that part of you; tend to it; ask it questions.

Here are some things which help me keep going. I rarely, if ever, am able to do all of the all of the time. That’s cool, because it reminds me rules don’t save us. We can’t do these X things + then demand to Be Neil Josten FINE. Building vitality + resilience happens over time. These are called practices, not Shields Against Fear of What We Cannot Control.

Lean on the basics, returning to them as needed: enough sleep + sound nutrition + water + movement + laughter + silence + nature.

Practice sitting in silence whenever you can. My meditation practice is embarrassingly simple + effective: I set my phone for 10:36 minutes + then settle in whatever place I’m in and start breathing. (The :36 is a quirky number I picked to get situated) I don’t do this daily, use a mantra + or a special cushion. I do it whenever + wherever I need it: on the bus, sitting in a car in more parking lots than I can count, after fights, before tough conversations, when I’m giddy with happiness or sad beyond belief. The effect is cumulative. I started doing this 15 years ago (OMG almost to the day!!!) and it has been a great gift.

Be kind to yourself: always + in all ways. When you hear that cruel internal voice, ask yourself if you would ever say that to a dear friend? If not, change what you say to yourself too. Being kind to ourselves also teaches others how we expect them to treat us. Win win win.

Find ways to create things using your hands simply for the experience of it. I love to cook + eat, so I chop a lot of vegetables and make food I like to eat. I am not particularly good at maintaining a garden, however I love to weed things about 2-3x a year + cut flowers, so I do what I can + enjoy it. Sometimes I write, occasionally I sew. What we do matters little; it’s the act of creating which brings the magic + vitality into our lives.

Learn to make friends with + even enjoy ambiguity. It’s all around us; always has been, always will be. One of my fave profs reminded us to “keep your knees bent” which is her way of saying, be ready to move in any direction or stand still or stand up because you never really know what’s coming your way. That phrase has been really helpful when I get scared about something. (I’m laughing because I’m scared about something rn and I’ve totally forgotten to say this to myself!)

Here’s the link to that fantastic post + findingfeathers’ helpful comments

Okee dokes. Thanks for asking me an important question. I hope you see this + it is helpful. Remember, I’m just a DM away, anon or not.

Love,

Cory

[hollandroos]

If you guys get this to 600 notes I’ll deadass get chapter one up by Tuesday (my time. Monday most other places)

Show me your excitement 💜

Lethal Beings

This is an idea- but if you guys like it then it will turn into a series. I’m loving all of these King of Hell blurbs soo, here we have our King Prince of Hell and Princess of Heaven ;) 

once again, this is an idea that I’ve briefly discussed with the wonderful @dej-okay. If it has been done before then feel free to send me a message for credit or removal.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sorry boss, can't come in, I'm being held Misery style by a bunch of angry moots. 🫠

Over the edge

(*Scrolls through drafts* ... oh right, there was something. Have more phantom thief, I guess.)

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, February 2024 edition

Prompt: edge, 509 words

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Guard!Steve, Thief!Eddie, Jail Break

Notes: Part 1 | Part 2

Eddie never regretted becoming a criminal. 

You don't watch the high and mighty hoard all the magic still left in the world, feeding their twisted hunger for power, without growing to resent them. 

Even when they captured him, when they locked him away in this prison under the sea, he never once wished he had chosen differently. 

The only regret he had here in the dark was that he'd never see Steve's face again. 

And now Steve is here. Steve is unlocking his shackles and pulling him along dark corridors, up towards the light, and Eddie still thinks this may be a dream. 

When they reach the surface, he faintly registers the wind in his hair, the salt on his skin, the moon in the sky, but all he can see as they stumble towards the edge is Steve. The sea gapes under them, black and endless. 

“How are we getting to land? We'll never-” 

Something is pressed into his hand. A pouch on a leather string, filled with something heavy and sharp-edged. 

“Think you're the only one who knows how to get their hands on magic artifacts?” Steve grins, brandishing a pouch of his own. “Crystals. For warmth and navigation. I have a boat waiting out by the coast, we just gotta-” 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes. “You really are perfect, huh?” 

Steve falters, blushes adorably, and-

-an arrow comes flying out of the dark. It pierces the pouch in Eddie’s hands, ripping it from his hold. The sound of the waves swallowing it is lost over the roar of voices. 

“There they are, seize them!” 

Eddie's heart kicks in his chest. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this is bad, this is so fucking-

“Eddie.” 

Steve cups his jaw in both hands, turns him so that he must look at his face rather than the guards rushing their way. There is a weird, determined calm in those pretty eyes of his. 

“You said you're the best around,” Steve says, fingers ghosting over his cheekbones. The footsteps are coming closer. “Don't look at them, look at me. You said that you can break into any place, steal anything. Was that true or just one of your boasts?” 

Eddie huffs, irritation rearing its head. 

“Of course that's true, what are you even-” 

“Good,” Steve smiles, and kisses him. Eddie’s world grows soft around the edges, everything narrowing down to Steve's hands in his hair, Steve's lips against his, Steve, Steve, Steve. It's why he doesn’t realize how Steve walks them closer to the edge. “Then prove it.” 

He gives the leather pouch one last tug … the last remaining pouch that he has just slipped around Eddie’s neck. 

Eddie's stomach drops.

“Stevie, no-” 

“I'm sorry,” Steve says, and pushes him over the edge. 

Eddie’s world tilts. 

The wind rips at his clothes and gravity pulls him down, clawing his scream from his lips. 

The last thing he sees is Steve's face, alight with grim satisfaction as the guards tackle him to the ground. 

Then the waves swallow him and everything turns dark.

⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️⚔️✨️

To be continued...

Taglist: @sourw0lfs @bananahoneycomb @firefly-party @whoneedscanon @steddie-island @sidekick-hero @theheadlessphilosopher @extra-transitional @penny00dreadful

[idem-porter]

Also comes in this fun, spicy flavor!

Me making Journey OCs based off of already developed OCs in the year 2020 with my bud @lidrens ? It's more likely than you think!

[kactusnz]

there's some liars in here btw cause i reblobbed it on wednesday (UTC+13) and the poll had 3.5 days to go (standard poll length options are 1 day and 1 week) so there's no WAY y'all could have voted for thursday/friday yet (probably also saturday but i cbf doin timezone maths) but there are votes for thursday and friday there.

Pls reblog if u vote :)

[eridanusco]

Timezone reblog!

Lunar Chaos- Reunited (part ii)

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, angst

Word count: 924

(A/N): My internet is finally up, so here’s part 2! Let me know what you think, I’m so excited to hear from you!

“It began after the serum. Dreams of a woman and a man, their faces shrouded in mist. Every time I reached for them, they disappeared, dispersing like fog in the sun. It started out as confusing flashes during the night. ALl i knew was that I loved them, and they loved me. Then they became more persistent. Affecting me during the day. The more they increased in frequency, the darker they got. As the plane went down, I saw Bucky and (Y/N), and for 70 years, I watched them die.” -Steve Rogers

For 30 years, she wept. Deep in the heart of nature, (Y/N) grieved. Around her the earth flourished, but the rest of the world was a different story. Her tears caused the greatest flood the world had ever known, wiping out civilization. Unbeknownst to her, other deities were helping her, knowing the grief would pass, and nature had to be saved. Imparting on a worthy mortal the knowledge of the coming disaster, they led her to save a mated pair of every animal and bring along a mate of her own. The waters did not recede for months. After receding, life did not suddenly spring back. Slowly, green began to return to the earth, until one day she felt it.

Like comets in the sky, two souls came hurtling from the heavens, waking the goddess from her grief-induced coma. Landing to the north, the souls of James and Steve were in two beautiful boys from allied families. You see, while Egan was powerful, the draw of true soul-mates could not be denied.

(Y/N) watched over them, always out of sight. She went behind them, cleaning up their messes, healing them subtly. Aching when they were with others. It wasn’t until they were 25 that she stepped in, introducing herself as someone new. Although the familiarity was there, there were things that needed to be relearned.

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[birthbyfantasy]

Self reblobbing is also encouraged, you can reblog your own posts as many times as you want, so it’s easier for followers that live in different timezones to see your posts at any time.

Can even set up a queue easily so you don’t even need to be online to post!

Artists who’ve gotten used to twitter are afraid tumblr won’t be as useful to them if they jump ship, but here’s the thing: twitter is only built for instant short-term gratification, and it severely limits what you can share anyway. You can only post one short paragraph and up to four images that get compressed to death, then at best get a burst of viral attention that lasts a day or two before their algorithm buries it forever and it’s forgotten immediately. On tumblr you can post a whole original article, story or multi-page comic. If you want it to get attention you just tag it every relevant thing you can think of and it stays pretty visible in those tags forever and ever. People interested in said tags follow them or routinely search them, scroll through and will see what you made even years later. Without an algorithm automatically flooding your dash with nonsense and without a “trending news” feature, it’s also practically effortless here on tumblr to avoid things you don’t want to see. If you don’t like a political topic, you just don’t search for it or follow people who post about it and you’re already significantly less likely to see it, just like that. If you really miss algorithmic content, tumblr mobile now has the “for you” section and has always had “based on your likes” options. This is absolutely the most comfortable and useful website for creators to network on as long as you understand its advantages!