#I finished my paper btw

[steddieas-shegoes]

Eddie hates doing dishes.

Hates.

Wayne used to have to leave him notes reminding him to do them because he’d forget, then he’d remember, then he’d make himself forget because he didn’t wanna do them.

But the rule at the Harrington house is guests do the dishes. It’s been that way for years apparently, but Eddie’s new here, new at this, and tries to find ways out of it as much as he can.

But on the first Hellfire night at Steve’s house, there’s no way out. Steve has to get the kids home because they ran over their planned time and now they may miss curfew.

“Dishes!” Steve yelled on his way out the door.

Eddie considered throwing them away and acting surprised that they disappeared.

He also considered just buying him new dishes. He had a lot of government hush money and dishes couldn’t be that expensive.

But he was being ridiculous. He knew it and he was working on just accepting responsibilities as an adult, even the shitty ones like doing dishes.

So he filled the sink up with hot water, adding dish detergent and the sponge Steve had used earlier.

He stared down at the dirty dishes of the kids. Their kids at this point. Steve and Eddie were basically their second set of parents.

He put the plates in the sink, then the silverware, and finally one bowl from when Erica insisted she had to eat her spaghetti in a bowl not a plate, you idiots.

He started scrubbing everything. One at a time.

This is tedious. And boring.

He felt warm arms wrap around him from behind and he let the dish he was holding drop into the water.

“You’re actually doing them.”

“You said I had to.”

“When have you ever done anything I said?”

“All the time! This is slanderous!”

Steve’s lips pressed against his neck and he sighed.

“Thanks, baby,” Steve mumbled against his shoulder before pulling away.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Eddie hated dishes. But it wasn’t so bad when Steve kept his arms wrapped around him and told him about his day.

[apollokyler]

course paper defending goes like--- 🦢hyoga's line, in russian: "просто поставьте зачёт..." (= "just give me a passing grade...")

GO HYOGA!!! YOU GOT THIS !!!

[chitsangenthusiast]

i'm miles morales. but you...you can call me the prowler.

sometimes my wips don't get translated into paper. sometimes the builds i make get too intricate. sometimes you learn the hard way that finding deep purple cardstock is practically impossible and so you drop the project 🙃

thanks to @drive who convinced me i should post this build even if it never gets to see it's true paper form! miles42 you deserve it 👾

[aleeyenn]

HAAAYYYY TUMBLR. ITS 5:44 AM FIREAFY WONT LET ME SLEEP

[oldbirdwithsomebrain]

"Archimedes! No! Its filthy in there... heh birds"

Nothing more sweet then an old man and his bird <3

Chaos under the cut :]

HA I DID IT! I FINALLY DREW MEDIC THE WAY MY BRAIN WANTS ME TO!!! (Or atleast 95%) YIPPPPEEE!! HES REALL AND HES NOT PALE AS FUCK!...hehe silly old man that caused me mental turmoil... im mentally sane i swear haha..

Thats it, its done, im getting my ass some wine...oh hi, i live by the way

[bloomingbluebell]

i don't think difficulty and challenge should be a litmus test for whether or not a game is "good"

first of all, how good a game is entirely depends on the person. like a game that one person hates might be a game that someone else loves

second of all, remember the animal crossing craze when acnh came out? i don't think that's an especially challenging game, but it's still beloved. games that aren't challenging can be beloved

third of all, maybe those of us who suck at games maybe want a game that's easy for once? 🤷🏼

[the-acid-pear-art]

Estefany frustration compilation

[corpus-chorus]

the utter euphoria when you find a new hyperfixation youtube channel and the utter despair when you realize you got through all their videos in like two days

[agarsangre]

🎆☀️🍦🌟 ES DIECIOCHO DE DICIEMBRE DEL AÑO 2022, SON LAS 3AM, Y ENTRASTE A MI LOCAL PARA PEDIRME SI PODÉS USAR EL TELÉFONO PARA HACER UNA LLAMADA 🌟🍦☀️🎆

[tardis--dreams]

There's been interesting developments at work and i need to do a lot of work for university so i think tonight is the Perfect time to finish beyond evil

[skitskatdacat63]

Please god, can someone give me the strength to write ANOTHER 900 word essay in German, I DON'T WANNA I DONT WANNA PLEASE NO

[just-miru]

everyone say happy birthday to @snakesinsocks2005 's amazing OC and my precious silly little rat man!!

mwah mwah mwah <333

[marcmorrigan]

once again drawing my OCs half-dressed and draped over each other. as you do

OCs: maive (she/her) | seyva (they/them)

[beastsovrevelation]

It's ridiculous, I thought romance was clear with my Antichrist, in the Good Omens universe, she's with War, that's it. WarBeast for the win.

But, you know how sometimes your characters do whatever in Hell they wish? That's sort of what happened. I felt a fire between Maxine and... Muriel, for some reason.

It's like, Muriel is looking at Max with a puppy-love of sorts. They're complete opposites, Max is cunning and Machiavellian, Muriel's the incarnation of innocence. I guess, it isn't surprising for Muriel to develop a crush, Max kind of takes her under her wing, even defending her from Michael (Max’s aunt, in some versions mother) at times. What's more important, Max doesn't treat Muriel like a child. She sees the true potential in her, and encourages her to reach it. At first, I doubted Max would return her feelings, but it seems she does, at least once she's a bit less naive.

Alright, in some of my countless wips, I'll let Maxine/Muriel be a thing. There's AngelBeast now. Yeah...

Itt might be interesting. It's such a different dynamic than with Muriel than with War, it's... Beast of Revelation and puppy, I guess. Muriel would look at Max with stars in her eyes. Both Max and War travel all the time, but Muriel would always be by Max's side, never letting go of her hand. And, Muriel finally has someone who sees her, clearly. Someone powerful, who will always protect her.

Maybe, Muriel can eventually become Heaven's ambassador in Hell. The demons can't help but be charmed by her. Even Satan adores her (in my head, he's once snapped at Michael for berating her).

Hm... Characters with Hannah Dodd and Quelin Sepulveda as faceclaims would make an attractive couple.

Don't get me wrong, WarBeast is still the main one, while Muriel's usually either with Hastur or with Crowley. Maxine Frost is dead set on being sapphic in the Good Omens universe (she's bi), isn't she?.. And Muriel's dead set on dating diabolical beings. Also, two of Muriel's three love interests have giant scary dogs.

[vanweezer]

yall dont laugh too hard ok. ok

paper machet paul mask

[solar-halos]

december prompts #9 fuzzy socks<3

omg thank you for this prompt it was soso fun <3. since i got a lil carried away the odesta fluff will commence under the cut!! :D

established relationship, artsy annie cresta

It hardly ever snows in District 4, which is majorly fucked up.

Annie loves the snow. She doesn’t remember much about her Victory Tour, ‘cause the Capitol kept her so doped up all the time, but she does remember that she got to play in it a few times.

It was so deep that Annie had to wear special clothes, delighting in the way the pillowy ground swallowed her heavy boots in the strangest rendition of shaved ice she’s ever seen. Mags stood guard to make sure that Annie didn’t eat shit. She even knitted her a scarf to place around the snowman the Capitol escort taught her how to make.

District 4 doesn’t have any snowmen, but it sure does have a lot of shaved ice. Pineapple syrup drips from Annie’s chin and sizzles onto the pavement.

Johanna was so lucky. She’s been swaddled in sweaters and chugging hot chocolate since October. District 4 always seems to miss the memo, but Annie has to admit it’s pretty wicked that she and her boyfriend can still go on romantic night swims during what’s usually the dead of winter for most districts.

She shifts a bit in her flowy dress so she can sit closer to Finnick. They couldn’t venture far from his house before the entire district started getting all fucking nosey, so she’s completely content to press her freezing cold lips to his cheek from the safety of his porch.

He melts in relief, a testament to how blazing hot it is. He asks her to do it again.

She obliges. She peppers his face with kisses until he’s as sticky as the syrup baked onto her wrists. Which would probably sound a little gross if he wasn’t her soulmate and she wasn’t his.

They have little ways of protesting nasty heatwaves, though. They barricade themselves inside, air conditioning on full blast (they’re victors—they can afford to get a little frivolous), and Finnick makes all these tasty soups. Annie knits blankets and sweaters and cardigans with Mags until they’re buried under scrap pieces of yarn. They’re cozy, even if the sun streaming through their curtains would say otherwise.

She sends most of the pieces to Johanna. Johanna expresses her gratitude in the form of a letter, a bundle of fuzzy socks attached.

They’re almost as soft as snow. Finnick slips the pair with colorful mushrooms decorating the fabric onto her feet, claiming the ones with maple leaves for himself.

They scramble to their feet to show Mags their new look, sock-clad feet slipping against the tiled floor, and then promptly eat shit.

Turns out fuzzy socks were just as slippery as snow, too. Good to know. The gears in her brain start to turn when she’s reading Johanna’s newest letter, complete with a picture of ice skates and a frozen lake.

“We should go ice skating!”

Finnick doesn’t even question it, because of course he doesn’t. They’re one and the same, unlike the snowflakes they hang from the ceiling using construction paper and glitter glue, because Annie heard somewhere that all snowflakes are unique. They blast the AC so the paper doesn’t wilt, and once Finnick’s nose gets pink from the cold and Annie can feel a chill bite at her cheeks, they rifle through their winter clothes.

Annie slips on a scarf, Finnick pulls a sweater over his head, and then they spritz an extra tall swirl of whipped cream over their mugs of hot chocolate. Annie even garnishes it with some crushed up peppermint candy she bought the other day.

And then comes the best part: clearing out the stuff in the kitchen until it’s bare and completely skate-able.

They race from one end of the kitchen to the other, pushing off the wall and holding their arms out for balance as their socks glide against the tile. (Annie wins). They have a spinning contest. (Finnick wins.) They dance the afternoon away. (It was a team effort.)

Finnick doesn’t even need to grab onto her waist to twirl her around. All he really has to do is hold her hand and run around in circles like a tetherball, fingers clasped around hers in the warmest version of a hug Annie’s ever received. She giggles as a cool front whips against her scarf. They must be under a vent.

He dips her, holding her against him extra securely. She grins, so dizzy that she sees three of him.

That’s okay. She kisses him three extra times to make up for it, the gesture warming her all the way down to her sock-footed toes.

(^ live footage of johanna and annie and the gang ice skating together)