#Incomplete work

[nanato04]

Here’s a random brain vomit at did at sometime around uhhhh 2 a.m.?

Should i continue this?

I even came up with a title lol

The Secret admirer

Your attraction towards your captain was abnormal.

No. It couldn’t be classified as a crush, it was something far more than that. You were obsessed with your captain to the point where you would boil of jealousy whenever he playfully flirted with random women on the streets.

You loved everything about him. His laugh, his face, his scars, everything. How he wears that one loose white shirt not bothering to cover up his chiseled chest. How his lips get so wet when he downs a mug of beer. How his hand grips anything with such force that you wanted you to be that very thing. How he sticks out his big tongue when he makes fun of someone. You had memorized his smell so perfectly that you would recognize him with ease even if he is mixed among a 1000 men. You loved watching him, every single detail about him drives you crazy.

Oh but you didn’t let anyone know about your feelings towards the red-haired emperor. You would keep your feelings to yourself and admire him from afar. You had already made up your mind that he would reject you or even kick you out of the crew. Yeah you didn’t want to take that risk whatsoever.

One day, you and your crew stopped by a vacant island and were enjoying the rest time. And out of nowhere a bunch of really strong pirates tried messing with your crew. Your captain was completely chill about it and didn’t heed their disrespect. You were ticked off by their mere existence but when you saw that your captain wasn’t phased by their bullshit you decided to do nothing. While all of you thought they would just bark and walk away eventually, they crossed the line by beating up one of your crew members. He was new, innocent and had a long way to go for getting stronger. Your head was washed by anger and you attempted to rush towards those hooligans like a fucking bull, but Shanks had blocked your path by raising his hand in front of you. Your chest collided with his large arm and he looked at you with a gentle smile and said,

“I got this.”

You saw him deal with those pirates in less than 5 minutes. But seeing your captain in action for the first time had riled you up so badly that you lost it. That same night, you were taking a bath, and the thoughts of your captain were all over your head and you couldn’t help but touch yourself in the bathtub. Your nipples were hard from the cold air you thought that came from the ventilator window, but little did you know you forgot to lock the damn door of the bathroom.

Shanks intended to take a bath too but before he barged into the bathroom he saw steam coming out of the slight opening from the door. His entire crew were either gorging food in the dining hall or they passed out at random places of the ship. Except you, you were missing ever since the ship sailed and left the island. He realized it could only mean that you were inside the bathroom and common sense would make him walk away but… his pervert-self took over his brain and he wanted to get just one look at your naked body.

[saioumaarchive]

As he kicks open the front door with a dramatic slam and a wide smile on his face, shouting, “Honey, I’m home!” to absolutely no one, Kokichi comes to this realization. And he lets the smile drop into neutral. There’s no show to perform for anyone. He’s truly and utterly alone.

~ hluhs, "Healing is a Made-Up Concept for people that are Decidedly Not Kokichi Oma"

Hluhs is a relatively new talent in the Saiouma AO3 tag, and this fic especially caught our attention. Not only does it tackle the usual postgame themes of trauma and recovery, but it addresses the underappreciated detail that each of the Danganronpa characters was created specifically for the killing game, and many of them cannot thrive in any other setting. There’s also a wonderfully-executed parallel between Kokichi and a stray cat that doesn’t seem to want to leave him alone. Neither of them will survive this harsh world without an ally, but both are too stubborn to accept the help that’s offered to them. This fic has a lot of potential and we can’t wait to see where it goes.

Rated M (Suicidal ideation) 5,552 words, 2/? chapters (incomplete) Updated 12 November 2023

~ Mod Ice

[m00nagedreamin]

New Fic!!! Chapter 1 of 4 :]

🌃Title: the rest

🎵Chapter 1: 2.2k

🌃Trauma healing

🎵Space metaphors (many)

🌃Crimeboys!

🎵Based entirely around an ep

🌃Music as coping

🎵Wilbur isn't the best older brother

[iforimaginary]

I’m not entirely sure how large the market for Jonelias fanfiction is at the moment- however I am working on a few brisk one shots soon to be posted on Ao3. I’m fairly new to Tumblr but I thought I’d post a brief snippet of my work in case it manages to reach a wider audience!!

Extract Title: Bleed Magic

Extract Type: Trailer

Extract Length: 637W

Extract Status: Complete

Extract Warnings: Suggestive Undertones

The shabby door of Jon’s office (if the poorly refurbished remnants of Gertrude’s leftover furniture could even be considered anything remotely adjacent to an ‘office’) opened suddenly.

Suddenly- but not at all harshly… if anything, it was handled with a surprising amount of care compared to what The Archivist was acclimated to. It wasn’t Martin’s joyful barging in with a cup of tea or Tim’s reckless intrusion with misfiled statements. It was novel and for some nameless reason, mildly frightening.

“Elias.” Jon eventually stated after a few painfully awkward moments of silence, with a barely present note of surprise carrying itself weakly through his voice. The acknowledgment could hardly be termed a greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he followed up, sarcasm palatable in his tone. Jon reflexively began scolding himself for his lack of professionalism but as he lowered the recorder placing it on the chipped wooden desk, he realised he couldn’t find it within himself to genuinely care.

The older man leaned against a filing cabinet with a positively filthy smirk as his piercing eyes scanned Jon’s frame. To the untrained observer his expression would perhaps signify civility, charm and refinement but The Archivist knew that look all too well as to be so naive to assume it boded anything other than trouble. It made him feel bare, splayed naked before something he couldn’t even hope to challenge. Returning the favour, he let his own gaze loose, drinking in the portrait before him.

Elias rarely looked anything short of picture perfect.

His cotton shirts were always starched and ironed to the standards of 60s business fashion magazines, his trousers were always sharply creased in parallel by the undoubtedly skilled hands of dry cleaning clerks, his embezzled tie clip never needed any adjusting, his ever-so-slightly heeled Oxfords never needed any polishing and his gracefully greying style never needed re-touching at any point in the day. He looked entirely too expensive to be standing amongst the filth of Jon’s office, he looked entirely too expensive for Jon to be able to afford.

However The Archivist would be lying if he tried to convince himself he didn’t find his superior attractive, if only to a minute degree. He did however dare to advise himself it was simply because extreme care for hygiene and aesthetics quite often equated to physical attraction in most.

“Simply paying visits to my employees.” Elias finally broke the stalling silence, seemingly deciding he was done undressing the exhausted man before him with his eyes, his voice smooth and not too unlike a well made roast drank on a gloomy Sunday morning.

Jon had the curtsy to turn his dingy office chair away from the confines of his desk, now fully facing his tailored employer.

This was redundant.

If there ever was a living manifestation of ‘Time is Money’ that creature would be positioned right before him. Elias Bouchard didn’t stall, he didn’t waste his breath on frilly dialogue decorations, he pounced straight to the point and made his wishes abundantly clear… if he wasn’t out for amusement that would breach far beyond appropriate for a boss and subordinate relationship, that is.

Jon saw straight through his veiled bullshit, of course he did, and he was pretty sure Elias saw through his own bullshit too. The Archivist leaned back and with one swift move got rid of his glasses, placing them gingerly on the desk’s surface, folded.

“Don’t pretend to be coy, it suits you terribly…” he spat.

[light-the-aconite]

A week off...

This has been sitting in my folder since the 30th of May 2018 and I think it's time it sees the light of day. Some of the information in regard to Jasper may be incorrect as I only watched up to a certain season of SU, so I apologize in advance for that. (Also mistakes....you may find plenty of those (ᇂ_ᇂ |||) ) I imagined a scene in which Y/N has to leave for a week to visit her parents. She would invite Jasper to come, but she can't for many reasons. Some being that they don’t know each other that well, another is that Jasper is too busy building her army, etc. Anyways, one day when Jasper is out, Y/N takes her leave, but before doing so she leaves Jasper many notes around the house, giving her instructions on certain things. One could include feeding the fishes twice a day, another telling her to not stay out for too long, or one telling her where certain garments are at. Also, Y/N leaves her a longer note on the door telling her where and how long she was going to be out for. Before I continue, I should point out that they have been living together for about a month, and the two are on 'okay' terms with each other. In example they can talk for a little but aren't that close in where they tell each other's secret. It's been 4 days since Y/N has left, but to Jasper it felt like FOREVER.

Bored out of her mind, Jasper found herself resting on the roof of the little cabin she shared with a human. She closed her eyes as the twinkling light of the stars reminded her of the fact that she was stuck on this tiny planet. Though if she was more honest with herself, the few months she's spent by the human's side...weren't all that bad.

Turning to her side as a gentle breeze caressed her skin, a soft voice called out to her. In an instant she sat up as she recognized who it belonged to, but as her eyes scanned the area, there was no being to pin it to.

She brushed her hand over her face in annoyance as it wasn't the first time it had happened. Over the past few days, Jasper had also seen shapes out of the corner of her eye that resembled the human. It was maddening to think she'd be having such thoughts, especially when Y/N was nothing special. Just a human.

"Hurry.." she uttered to no one in particular before jumping off the roof and heading inside.

After a week Y/N arrives home just as the sun is setting, and sees Jasper's heels by the edge of the roof. She smiles to herself and takes the luggage inside, setting it by the front door. But before she unpacks, she picks up a blanket from the couch and heads outside to cover Jasper up....

After this, I wasn't sure how to continue because two different scenarios came to mind. One: She places the blanket over her and suddenly she is tackled by Jasper, assuming it was a stranger. But the glare Jasper gives her softens up as Jasper sees that it's only Y/N. Y/N could crack a joke or awkwardly say 'hi'. Jasper would stay quiet for a bit after her response and just stare at Y/N, before making a cold remark and leave to cool off. Two: Y/N places the blanket over her, careful to not wake her up, leaving Jasper there to sleep. A couple minutes later, Jasper could wake up and look down noticing the woolen fabric, her heart racing, as she knows that Y/N is probably back. To prove to the small voice in the back of her head that she's not hallucinating this time, she heads down inside. Once inside she sees Y/N feeding the fish, but she doesn't say much, she keeps her eyes on her. Y/N looks back a few seconds later, giving her a small soft smile and wave asking her how her week was. Jasper looks away the moment she makes eye contact and goes to sit on the couch. Jasper could rudely reply to her, but in reality, she just doesn't know how to really converse without sounding rough.

Honestly, I wasn't sure how to continue this, so I just ended up creating the point of when they first meet. But just like this one, that work is also incomplete (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ) If anyone wants to continue this or change it up, please be my guest! I'd be more than thrilled to know that this inspired someone ♡.

[loveeari]

When Penelope Parker Stark was 5 years old and she watched all the kids from her kindergarten get picked up, she didn't feel anything. She knew that it was not normal for someone who was hired by her dad to pick her up.

In her short five years of life she knew that her dad Anthony "Tony" Stark was a media sensation. However she also knew what her dad was not to her. An actual dad after all the only times she really saw him when he was drunk or high.

Penelope was considered a child genius at her age, already understanding things much greater than a normal child should. That in introspection should've made someone worried about her but no one ever did. Afterall it was all about Tony Stark. And wasn't that something fun to think about.

"Penny" Her teacher called, "Someone's here to pick you up." She blinked and got up from the seated area and went to the door already knowing the routine.

She got picked up by her Nanny Miss.Julie and then she was driven back to her house and from there she would go to her room. From there she would do her homework or anything she wanted to build or try out while waiting for her dad to get home. That didn't matter too much. She was always ignored or forgotten by Tony, it wasn't anything new to her and wouldn't be for a long time.

(And wasn't that sad)

After getting in the car she watched as the world flew by. In her five year old mind she greatly cared for someone to actually care about her. But, alas she didn't think that was going to happen for a while and just sat there quietly.

Whenever people looked at Penelope Parker Stark they expected something great from her. Afterall she was a stark and considered american royalty but people were often disappointed.

Instead of a loud raucous arrogant child like they expected,  they got a quiet demure blue eyed sullen girl. She never seemed to care about anything and people were mean even when you were a five year old.

The lights were on and Penny looked at the house with a dull interest, it was grandiose and something fit for a stark.

 (penny hated this quiet mausoleum of a house with all her being)

 She walked and saw her dad was plastered on the couch with bottles of alcohol surrounding him. Her nanny tried to push her on with a shocked but not at all surprised expression on her face.

You see she was already used to this

(the best money can buy right)

and Penny quietly walked up the stairs to her room quiet like a ghost. Her nanny had already left seeing that her parental guardian was already here. Penny didn't say anything, she never did when her father was like that or even sober. It was like living with a stranger, and Penny was already used to it.

(Age 7) 

Two years passed by and Penny got smarter and smarter. She was already taking fifth grade courses and was on her way to middle school with how fast she was learning everything. Her father attained a new personal assistant Virginia "Pepper" Potts. Penny didn't say anything at all because why would she, Pepper was just another stranger to her and with the rate her father was getting attached she might actually be a new stepmom.

Penny was still alone and she didn't mind because she preferred to read and get lost in her own wonderland with superheroes and villains. You see Penny always wanted to save people in some kind of way and she didn't care how. When they were asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, Penny stated with all seriousness in her tiny little body, "A superhero" And wasn't that funny, Penny stark wanted to be a superhero while her father was a war mongering whatever.

People thought Penny was joking but she was dead serious.

One day she saw uncle obie walking in all smiles.

(Penny never trusted him)

Obie went on and on to her father about all these weapons and her father just nodded along

(It was pennies birthday that day, but who cares right) 

Penny just sighed and went to her room with a store bought cupcake and a singular candle. She wished for the birthday she saw on tv where the little girl had her parents surrounding her wishing her and being with her.

Instead penny just got a rich absent alcoholic father

(Tony didn't want to be his father) 

look how that turned out

Today her father was supposed to go to Afghanistan for a weapons presentation and he was already late. Penny stood there watching with blank eyes as he flirted with pepper.

"Alright penny now say goodbye to you dad" Pepper stated cheerfully 

Penny slightly inclined her head and walked away annoyed. She didn't even know why she dragged her to say bye to her father. It's not like he ever said bye  whenever he was going anywhere and penny would find out from whatever drunken mishap he did on the news 

(Penny would never say this outloud but she hated her dad for being like this) 

Penny never saw the fallen expression on her dad's face when she walked away. 

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The news was on and it was talking about the abduction of tony stark. Penny watched on with a numb look on her face and tried to find the sadness that everyone expected her to feel. Instead she felt nothing because why would she? 

It's not like tony stark was anything to her anyway besides her father she was just some stranger she saw get wasted ever since she was born. Penny had more of a connection with "Happy '' Tony's bodyguard/ butler. 

(Wasn't that sad)

Now there was a mess of who was going to take penny. Apparently that was resolved quickly because somehow in tony's will for something ever happened to him she was supposed to go to rhody. 

(That pissed off obadia when he found out he wasn't given guardianship at all)

He can’t control the next stark heir this time

As the three months passed by Penny continued on as usual already used to being ignored. Everyone was shocked to see Penny look the same. She wasn’t crying or even seemed sad that her father was gone, 

(What they didn’t know was that penny did feel sad, she just couldn’t show it) 

Pepper always looked like she was about to burst into tears while Rhodey looked even more exhausted every time he came home finding nothing. It didn’t mean that they weren’t hopeful to find her father.

A dark part of her mind whispered, “Maybe we are better off without him”

Penny just shook the thought away and continued working on the math work that was assigned to her. Her teachers along with Rhodey decided to let her skip school for some reason. 

Penny wasn’t going to complain 

she hated the stares

Penny was at the mansion with everything quiet

Pepper had run off in a rush over something and Penny didn’t bother to question it. It was probably some issue with Stark Industries and something inside her was begging her to turn on the TV.

She did and their was her dad in all his glory bruised up but alive 

(Penny was supposed to feel happy, she felt nothing)

Penny turned the TV off and went to her room and quietly told Jarvis, “lights out protocol” and the lights closed in her room one by one. Penny was not in the mood to deal with this and she just decided to go to sleep. She didn’t want to face the world or anything at all so she sunk into oblivion. 

Hours later Penny woke up feeling bleary and even more exhausted than before. 

“Jarvis?” 

“Yes miss.stark”

“Is my dad home?” 

“Yes mr.stark is home, would you like for me to call him?” 

“no” 

Penny didn’t know what to feel and decided that nothing would be a great idea. She didn’t want to care, just like how Tony never cared for her. 

(Age 10) 

A lot has happened ever since Tony got back from Afghanistan. Penny saw the rise and fall then the rise again of Iron Man. Her dad was an actual superhero and worked along side with earth’s mightiest heroes. 

Penny couldn’t find it in her to care at all since she was busy raising herself and going to school in Midtown Elementary. 

She knew that the elementary was considered a top notch school and could easily get her in midtown middle and midtown high without her even trying. Penny never liked name dropping her dad and she wasn’t very well known in the public. 

People knew that Tony Stark had a kid and that’s about it. 

(the only thing penny thought he did right) 

After moving back to New York after their home in Malibu was destroyed because of Tony leaking their address Penny actually made friends… 

She was friends with Harry Osborne, and Ned Leeds as well as Michelle mj Jones. Penny thought the world of them because they actually listened to her. Penny got used to the absences her father set out because of being Iron Man and she couldn’t find it in her to care even more.

The school day was over and Penny was waiting for it to be over. Today was really boring and dare Penny say it she just really wanted to go home and hide under her covers and do nothing. She was used to walking home because Happy was too busy babysitting her father with made Penny scoff and roll her eyes. 

Her indifference to her father was slowly turning into resentment and thats maybe how Harry and Her got along so well. The mutual hate they both have for there dad’s. 

The wind was blowing softly and it was nearing summer time. Penny spent most of her time out of the tower just wondering wherever. She was stupid rich because of the large allowance her dad gave her and never really cared about what she spent it on. 

Penny snorted derisively, “He has to notice in order to care”

[voicesonthemoon]

Snap!

The sickening sound echoes through the room. He brings his hand to his mouth and bites down hard enough to draw blood as a scream rips its way through Jimin's throat. His whole body feels as though he has been electrocuted and in within seconds his rigid body goes lax and gravity takes over. But before he can crash into the ground a pair of arms circle around his waist and pull him to a strong chest as the said person kneels on the ground beside him.

Pain, pain, pain!

Fuzzy is all he can feel as tears roll down his eyes. His vision waxes and wanes before a soft yet stern sound reaches his ears.

"....min....eath...."

Jungkook?

"Jimin breath!!"

Suddenly as if his lungs just remembered how to breath. He gasps audibly and lets frsh air flood his capillaries while tears burn through his eyes. He feels a rough calloused hand rest on his cheek while a thumb rakes over his cheekbones.

"Hey Hey Hey look at me don't panic now. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Along with me now here." He takes the elder's small and places it on his chest as he starts breathing in an exaggerated motion but the pain was too much for the shorter to focus on anything but it. "Hey hey! Come on! Look at me" he cups the elders cheek and the warmth in contrast to Jimin's cold and clammy skin shocks him into looking at the younger.

[ashthegreendragon]

Forgot to post this here oops.

[art-time-for-january]

Drawing things with a mouse is hard, this is way too much effort for a gag post. Why I do this to myself?

[lgbtlunaverse]

One thing i've run up against when dealing with fandom and characters making less than ideal choices is that people seem to treat a character's decision being sympathetic, the decision being understandable, the decision being reasonable, and it being objectively the best solution for the situation, as synonymous. When those are 4 very different things.

[runt4president]

Tom's Rabbit

The important matter recovered by his followers was none other than the filthy, emaciated husk of his enemy, Harry Potter. The boy who had mysteriously disappeared, supposedly died, twenty years ago thus leading to the demise of Voldemort’s opposition and the rise of his regime.

Tom releases a sharp breath of shock. After all this time, he’s still reaping rewards from his successful coup d'etat. If he hadn’t already believed he was meant to govern over the wizarding world, the delicious sight of his humbled competition would convince him.

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This work is not complete, but if you stick around, you might enjoy how it unfolds. (we're up to ch.2 as of posting!)

If this interests you, come find this work HERE !

[tea-tuesday]

09/16/2023

got 11 hours of sleep and then had a study date with a close friend!! we've been friends since our undergrad days in nyc and constantly studied together. now we're still studying together in our second city :') city academia, as i call it, at its finest🌆

[fastcardotmp3]

future!steddie; long haul trucker Eddie; firefighter Steve ~1k words

It makes sense to Eddie, an obvious out when his world's gone to shit and he has to get away, that his escape route from Indiana is the same job his uncle left to settle down there and raise a kid with nowhere else to go.

Driving long haul means there's no one looking that close at a face that made it to the national news during his week on the run. It means living on the move, never stopping long enough to get stuck anywhere.

It means freedom.

It means loneliness.

He calls Wayne twice a week, coins in pay phones at rest stops while he's waiting for his hair to dry post-public shower, and that's enough for him.

Wayne has always been enough for him, and it would be hurtful to suggest otherwise; it would be disrespectful to the life Wayne helped him build, keeps helping him build with all that faith that had him never doubting an innocence questioned by everyone else in that God-forsaken town.

Twice a week. It's the only phone number he knows by heart.

Twice a week for weeks and then months and then years, driving cross-country and back again, it's freedom. He keeps telling himself it's freedom, that it's good, that he doesn't need anything more than that.

But driving long haul means there's a lot of time for thinking.

It means a lot of time for collecting thoughts up together and creating new meaning entirely.

It means that by the time he's twenty-one and twenty-five and thirty that he has tape after tape after tape where he's collected those thoughts aloud in the rumbling loud silence of an overnight drive.

Thoughts like who would I be if I'd stuck around? and thoughts like will they understand that this time running saved my life? and thoughts like I miss them, am I allowed to miss them, am I allowed to love them without ever really knowing them?

It means that when he stops for all but the first time in ten years, coming home to Wayne to find that Forest Hills is home to a couple more familiar faces than he expected, there's space for his words. His endless, looping thoughts.

Steve's got his own trailer these days, brings in Wayne's mail for him on the mornings he comes home from the night shift at the fire station and stays for coffee.

Steve's there across the way when Eddie drives up in a new-used flatbed truck he'd bought with his final paycheck on the day he hung up his hat and decided he'd been gone long enough.

Steve's there in stories Wayne only begins telling now that Eddie is home, endless retellings of a brand-new man who became a friend during a time when the name Munson was still a dangerous thing to carry.

Steve's there when Eddie starts transcribing all his dictated notes into something resembling narrative and character and prose and Eddie doesn't know the guy who jumped headfirst into another dimension, hasn't spoken to him since that week that forced Eddie to flee in the first place, but maybe he doesn't need to have those years under his belt.

Maybe it doesn't matter if Eddie knows a nineteen-year-old Steve Harrington, because he knows the twenty-nine-year-old one starting a matter of hours after he comes crawling back home, knows this grown and steady one who looked after Wayne when Eddie had to leave.

This Steve isn't stuck despite still living in the town that tried to kill him. He doesn't seem lost or without purpose.

He lives a simple life, working at the Hawkins FD and feeding stray dogs with the bowls he leaves out beside his porch. Robin comes and goes, seemingly dating her way through the Midwest's entire sapphic population and sleeping on Steve's couch in between live-in girlfriends.

There are old friends on the phone at near constant intervals in Steve's home, and there's that phone being pressed to Eddie's ear without giving him the chance to be terrified about what Erica or Dustin or Max might say to the guy who hasn't allowed anyone but Wayne access to him for a decade, what he might say back after so many years without proper human socialization.

Eddie has been moving for so long, stayed moving through the bulk of his acceptance of everything that happened to him, but there's a different sort of quiet here than what he found on the road, stillness, amongst the casual chaos.

There's similarities to life on his rig, sure, a certain routine to the comings and goings, only Eddie isn't hiding anymore and he's not thumbing through the same staticky stations anymore and he's not lonely anymore.

He doesn't know how to sit still yet, not really, but he stays up all night handwriting poetry on paper he once spoke onto tape on the porch of his uncle's trailer and sometimes when Steve gets home after dark, he'll sit with him.

He'll eat his dinner still in uniform and listen to the scratch of Eddie's pen and Eddie doesn't know him, Steve Harrington, but he's getting to know his neighbor Steve.

Ten years down the line and he's becoming solid right there in front of Eddie's eyes, becoming real, becoming something that can't possibly fit onto the tapes filled with nonsense and insights alike.

"You're never what I think you're going to be," Eddie admits to him one morning over coffee before Wayne or Robin have risen, before the phone has begun to ring, before the world wakes up and brings Eddie's life along with it, ready or not.

Steve smiles at him, amused and curious and cocky in the way he responds, "you're exactly who Wayne said you are."

It's an admission all its own, that Steve has thought about Eddie, spoken about him, in the time they've spent apart, even if it was only because he'd dared to keep Wayne Munson's company.

It's still an admission though, that in his absence, in his loneliness out on the road, Eddie wasn't forgotten by the watercolor skies over Hawkins, Indiana.

"Yeah?" Eddie breathes in those very skies, "and what did Wayne say I'd be?"

Ten years down the line and suddenly it makes sense to Eddie.

It makes sense in the morning dew on the lawn; it makes sense in the too-strong Harrington-brewed coffee; it makes sense in the wheels of his truck on a road that does end, eventually, and it makes sense in the collected thoughts and feelings, fears and dreams that he had to go away to decipher.

The freedom was in leaving, sure, but this? The coming home to Wayne and this porch and the man who lives across the way?

"Stick around, Munson," Steve Harrington dares on a morning like any other, "and maybe I'll just tell you."

Well. As it turns out, this might be the thing that saves him.

[haemosexuality]

ive been seeing these posts for years compiling their outfits, but they only go up to the start of season 9 so i wanted to do the rest! so here's season 9, 10, some non-canon eps and obsidian (edit: now with fionna and cake too!)

[marceline's main comic outfits] [bonnie's main comic outfits] [marceline and the scream queens outfits]

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

A silly sketch dunno if I will actually finish it though because oh god look out Meta Knight there is a pissed off Galacta- oh god he has his AirPods in

[ceilidho]

people who don’t read incomplete works don’t realize that I wouldn’t want to finish the damn thing if no one read it