#and thats a wrap for this year

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

@noots-fic-fests

Me? Scheduling this one to post ahead of time? Sometimes I get a win okay lol

I've had this idea since the moment I saw the prompt and knew it's what I wanted to write. I don't feel like I did it the justice it deserves but the idea is too bitter sweet and I hope y'all have enjoyed my too short ramblings these last 13 days.

Remember: spooky season isn't over! It's a state of mind *taps temple pointedly*

Remus made his way upstairs quickly, having waited for Sirius to lay out their Halloween costumes and call him up. He took the stairs two at a time and made his way the the bedroom where the door was cracked open. He pushed it open as he entered the room and saw Sirius standing next to the bed, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt nervously.

“What do you think?”

Remus’ eyes wandered to the bed where two costumes were laid out; a striped referee shirt with a whistle and a yellow fireman’s uniform, hat included.

“I was thinking maybe we have a bit of a resurrection. Of the old ones. But this time you’ll be the fireman.”

“Baby,” Remus breathed, his heart doing a funny thing in his chest. It was doing loopty-loops as his brain tried to figure out what to think about the suggestion. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I want to. And you know the team has been asking how and when we- you know. And it was then. Halloween night. That I finally… that we talked. Kind of got together.”

“You consider Halloween the anniversary of that? Not your birthday dinner?”

“I mean, kind of? The Halloween party was first, and for me, that was a bigger step. Confessing how I felt. Learning you felt the same,” Sirius made his way over to Remus, taking his hands in his own. “Besides, we can’t give Dumo the satisfaction of confirming it’s because of him we got together. We would have sorted ourselves out eventually, I knew that for sure after that night.”

“You know they have bets going on when we first got together? I guess we never did officially explain that. You know, since we never really got to tell them anything at all…”

“I know. Which is why I want to share this, now. Something back in our control that we can tell them. Share with them. I want that. And I want to see black soot smudged on your face while that white shirt hugs all your new hockey muscles. You have no idea what you do to me. Not that I was any less attracted to you before you bulked up, but merde, loup.”

Remus laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss. “So that’s your nefarious plan. To oggle me all night.”

“And throw flags on the play when you’re too hot… oh wait, I think there should be one right now…” Sirius trailed off, tugging Remus towards the bed.

“You are devious. We still have to clean the house and cook before the party tomorrow–”

“Worry about it later. Give me an hour, then you can go back to your vacuuming.”

“Fine,” Remus says, though he’s holding back a smile. He willingly let’s Sirius pull him down onto the bed and cover him in promising kisses.

[petewentzisblack1312]

fall out boy is so fascinating because anyone who doesnt know anything about fall out boy thinks theyre only relevant to millenials who had intense emo phases while anyone who is a huge fall out boy fan is aware of the fact that every single album they release has gotten them a wave of new young fans. and actually thats not even true because every album second album cycle the fans from the one before the last one are like what do you mean you became a fan during the last album cycle i didnt think anyone was still onboarding. and this is going to go on forever until they retire probably.

edit: i must assume you like fall out boy. consider: fall out boy pins.

buy my art @dilsdesigns

[bu99erfly]

2024 RECAP – MY TOP 18 ARTISTS (playlist + list of artists under the cut)

MY TOP 18 ARTISTS + TOP SONG FROM EACH ARTIST 1. SZA – Snooze / 2. Victoria Monét – Touch Me / 3. Tyla – Truth or Dare / 4. FLO – Caught Up / 5. Tinashe – Nasty (No.1 Song) / 6. Beyoncé – Bodyguard / 7. Chappell Roan – Good Luck, Babe! / 8. aespa – Supernova / 9. Rachel Chinouriri – So My Darling / 10. Sabrina Carpenter – Bed Chem / 11. Red Velvet – Cosmic / 12. Charli xcx – 360 / 13. Jae Stephens – Body Favors / 14. YVES – LOOP / 15. ARTMS – Virtual Angel / 16. Doechii – Alter Ego / 17. Loossemble – Confessions / 18. Chuu – Strawberry Rush + HONORABLE MENTIONS: Megan Thee Stallion & Raveena PLAYLIST (3 hours of my top and fav songs of this year): apple music / spotify

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day thirty one

prompt: halloween pairing: lando/oscar word count: 1200w

“Lando,” Oscar says, when he makes his way into the living room to drop his work bag next to the couch. “Why is my baby dressed as a pumpkin?”

Becca is in her little baby playpen banging a few blocks together, dressed in a felt pumpkin suit. There’s even a little hat with a stalk on top perched on her little blond curls. “Da,” she says, when she spots Oscar.

“Hi love,” Oscar says, picking her up and snuggling her closing, earning him another, more decisive “Da!”

“Oscar!” Lando says, appearing from the kitchen. “I can explain.”

Oscar raises an eyebrow, putting his daughter back down. “Can you?”

Lando bites at his lip. He has a spatula in hand, which means he’s attempting to cook dinner again, which means Oscar needs to make this as short as possible so he can make his way into the kitchen and salvage whatever is going on there.

“It’s Halloween?” Lando eventually settles on. “And like. I don’t. I’m not overstepping, or like, I don’t want to overstep, but I just thought. It’s her first you know. I think she should go out trick or treating.”

“She’s fourteen months,” Oscar states, but he’s mostly amused.

“Yeah? So? It’s Halloween, Oscar,” Lando says. Something in the kitchen beeps, and Lando quietly curses under his breath, making his way in there. Oscar throws one last look to Becca, who’s gone back to banging blocks together, and follows Lando into the kitchen.

“Maybe it’s time to revoke your babysitting privileges,” Oscar says, leaning against the doorway and watching Lando flit through the kitchen. There’s a pasta sauce bubbling away in a pot, next to one filled with pasta. It doesn’t seem disastrous yet, so Oscar’s happy to lean back and watch.

“Oh, please,” Lando says. “You would die without you convenient next door neighbor who works from home and loves your kid and is therefor willing to watch her whenever you need someone.”

Unfortunately, this is true. For reasons other than just the convenience, too. Like the way Lando smiles at him sometimes. Or the way Lando’s eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Embarrassing stuff like that.

“You really want to go trick or treating with her?” Oscar asks.

“We are going trick or treating with her,” Lando says, grinning at Oscar, clearly feeling like he’s won something here. “I have matching outfits.”

The matching outfits, thankfully, are just headbands with little pumpkins on bouncy springs. Oscar is pretty sure he looks ridiculous, especially next to Lando, who somehow makes the damned things look cute.

There really is no going back now, so after they finish their pasta, they put Becca’s coat on under her little pumpkin suit, don their stupid little headbands, and head to their first house.

Which is when things get kind of. Weird.

“Oh, your family is so cute,” The first lady says, as she deposits a few pieces of candy in the little bag Lando is holding. “Reminds me of my own daughter and her husband. Precious. Have a good night.”

“Uh,” Lando says, but she’s already closing the door.

Oscar adjusts Becca on his hip, mostly so he kind hide the blush on his face. “On to the next one?” He says quickly, mostly hoping that means Lando won’t bring it up.

“Yeah,” Lando says, still staring at the now closed door. “Yeah, next one.”

But at the next one, roughly the same thing happens. And the Next one. And the next one.

Oscar is coping with this wonderfully, mostly by pretending none of this is happening and no one is actually confusing them for some kind of cute young family rather than for what they are, which is two totally platonic neighbors who are friends who are trick or treating with one of the neighbors kids.

It’s going swimmingly, if he says so himself, even though is heart aches at the thought. Becca, entire unaware, babbles happily in his arms and tries to grab at the pumpkins on his headband.

Lando is quiet, too, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct anyone and that’s. Something, right? Nothing, for sure. But.

But.

Except then he does say something, when an young mom smiles at them and says, “Oh, what an adorable little family you have. My kid is her age, too. It’s the best, isn’t it?”

“We aren’t-“ Lando blurts, a little too loud, making Becca startle a little as she looks at him with wide eyes. “A family. I’m just. We’re not. Together. That’s his kid. She’s not. She’s not mine.”

Oscar doubts that. Becca thinks the sun shines out of Lando’s ass on most days. She’s just as much Lando’s as she is Oscar’s, but that’s. That’s dangerous territory, he thinks.

“Oh,” the woman says, a little taken aback. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lando says, smiles tiredly. It must’ve been bothering him more than Oscar thought. Oscar tries not to be too hurt about that. “Have a good night,” he says, and stalks off the porch.

“You too?” The lady says, but Lando’s already gone. Oscar smiles awkwardly at her, and then follows Lando as quickly as he can with Becca in his arms.

“Hey,” he says, when he catches up.

“Hey,” Lando says, not looking at him, setting a pretty brutal pace. “Let’s go back to the apartments, yeah?”

“Okay,” Oscar says, noting how he says apartments, plural. Nothing how he doesn’t say home.

They walk in silence, for a bit, Becca dozing off on Oscar’s shoulder, before Lanod finally speaks again.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what,” Oscar says, confused. He doesn’t think Lando has anything to apologize for. If he’s uncomfortable being linked to Oscar as a husband, that’s. I mean. He’s allowed to feel those feelings, even if they hurt.

“I just. I’ve been inserting myself in Becca’s life, in your life, and this should have been a cute little milestone, her first Halloween, and instead you spend the whole time listening to people thinking we’re like, what. Together?” Lando is still not looking at him, aggressively biting at his lip.

Oscar takes a moment, unpacks everything Lando’s just said, tries to think of the right thing to say. Eventually he settles on. “We wouldn’t have had Becca’s first Halloween if not for you.”

When Lando finally turns to look at him, if only to send him a confused look, Oscar continues. “You got her the outfit. You got the headbands. I was just going to spend the night inside giving candy away to kids, but you made it special. So you’re not inserting yourself. If anything, I think you’re making her life much, much better.” And then, because he feels like it’s important Lando knows, even though it will probably not lead anywhere, “Also I don’t mind. When people think we’re together.”

“Oh,” Lando says. “You don’t? I mean. I don’t, either.” They’ve stopped, in the middle of the walkway, staring at each other over Becca’s head.

“Good? That’s. That’s good,” Oscar says, a little unsure all of a sudden. If this means what he thinks it means…

“Oh fudge it,” Lando says, and leans forward, softly presses his lips to Oscar’s. It’s a little awkward, with Becca still snoozing happily between them, but it’s the most perfect kiss Oscar’s ever gotten. When Lando pulls away, he’s smiling, a smile Oscar is sure is mirrored on his own face. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He says.

“Home,” Lando says, nods. Shakes his head like he can’t quite believe it.

They can’t hold hands, because Oscar’s are still occupied, but Lando’s hand finds a place at the small of his back, and that’s just as magical, Oscar thinks, as they slowly start making their way home.

[plazmafields]

Kerry opened his eyes just enough to see the room blurred, fuzzy behind a familiar haze he was too tired to place. He yawned, sprawling out on the bed, and slowly realized the abundance of space. While it worked out well that V wasn't a starfish sleeper like him, Kerry still expected to feel the merc somewhere close by.

He groaned as his eyes opened fully and he let his head fall to the left. He didn't see V in bed, but did spot a silhouette perched on the windowsill.

“V?” Kerry said, voice raspy, rubbing what he thought was sleep from his eyes. “What fuckin’ time is it?”

V didn't answer, and when Kerry finished wiping his eyes, the haze hadn't gone away. As his vision focused, he saw the gentle glow of a cigarette in V's hand.

“You smokin’?” Kerry asked as he rose from bed, an exaggerated yawn escaping him as he stretched upward.

“Go back to bed, Kerry.”

He froze, any remnants of sleep culled by a familiar cadence. The voice was V's, but that tone.

After his initial shock died down, the feeling was immediately replaced with annoyance. Kerry threw on his robe and took heavy steps toward V's body. He snatched the cigarette away, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke back in his face.

“V doesn't smoke.” He put out the cigarette in one of the synth-bonsai nearby.

“We have an arrangement,” Johnny huffed.

“Uh-huh. I'll be sure ask him about that once you fuck off.”

Johnny rolled his eyes as Kerry walked off toward the bar. No matter if it was 1 a.m. or 6 a.m., it was definitely too early to be drinking.

“Thought seein’ you again was a one time thing.” Johnny heard mumbled from the next room, but wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer. He stood from the windowsill and walked toward the bar himself, leaning against the wall in a way V never did: hips jutted out, shoulders rolled forward. Johnny wasn’t used to being shorter than his bandmate.

“Don’t get to choose when I’m in control, ya know. Not like I wanted to wake up naked in bed with you. Might be my worst nightmare, in fact.”

Kerry sneered and knocked back a shot. “So, what? V just get sick ‘a bein’ behind the wheel of his own damn body? Figured you could drive for a bit?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but stayed uncharacteristically quiet under Kerry’s scrutinous gaze.

“The fuck you doin’ here, Johnny?” Kerry pressed further.

Johnny glanced up to meet Kerry’s expectant eyes and sighed. “Had a seizure in his sleep. Usually the Relic’s way of puttin’ me in charge. Could fight it, but that only makes things worse for V, so here I fuckin’ am.”

Kerry’s eyes scrunched closed as he rested his elbows on the bar and hung his head in his hands. Johnny took the time to make himself a drink, taking it over to the cluttered coffee table and sitting on the edge. He sipped as Kerry grumbled to himself, “Fuckin’ ‘course he did. Said he didn’t get ‘em anymore, said shit was slowin’ down. And now I gotta hear it from Johnny. No, that’s preem—fuckin’ preem, actually, V—thanks for that…asshole.”

“Feel like I’m the middleman here. Gotta bring this up with him, ya know. Can’t relay nothin’ while I'm in the driver’s seat. ‘Specially not right now, he’s still asleep. Kinda. Hard to really explain how it all—”

Kerry slammed a whiskey bottle down on the bar. “CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!? Jesus fucking Christ, forgot how much you insert yourself in every fuckin’ aspect of my life.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at the bottle, surprised it hadn’t cracked with the force.

“You die; somehow that becomes my problem. I’m movin’ on, movin’ up. I date a guy; acts just like you. Hated that, fuckin’ weird. Dump his ass, find a new fling. Wants to grow his hair out; starts lookin’ like you. Get married—fuckin’ married—do you understand the level of fucking desperate I was at to get married just so I would stop fuckin’ men that reminded me of you? Got any idea how much that fucked with me?”

Johnny couldn’t remember the last time he was speechless. But there he was, jaw slack, as Kerry unloaded fifty years of frustration.

Kerry was pacing the room at that point, arms crossed, not even noticing the sleeves of his robe sliding off his shoulders. “Then you bust down my fuckin’ door, fuck with my guitar—MY fucking guitar, that I had tuned that way on purpose, might I fuckin’ add…”

Kerry stopped, back to Johnny and hands in the air like he was about to scream. But he lowered his hands slowly as he said under his breath, “And there’s V. wrapped up in all your bullshit…and he just had to be perfect.”

He let those words hang in the air for a moment, hands trembling at his sides. Johnny could barely make out the breathy voice as Kerry whispered, “He’s perfect, and somehow he’s you. It always comes back to you.”

The gentle hum of the fridge behind the bar was all they could hear, both processing…that. Kerry took a couple steps back, the backs of his thighs colliding gently with the arm of the couch. He sat, not allowing himself to look at Johnny.

“Shit…” Johnny murmured. “Knew you wanted to fuck me all those years ago. Didn’t realize just how bad.”

Kerry slowly turned his head toward the dead rocker possessing V’s body. His eyes were slightly red, and Johnny swore his eyeliner was running at the edges. “That’s what you took from that?” Kerry’s voice was flat, void of any emotion. “Really?”

He hardly gave Johnny a second to respond before he stood and sauntered back to the bar, chugging the unexpectedly intact whiskey bottle. Johnny had only enough time to blink before he saw the bottle flying across the room at him. He ducked, the bottle shattering off the glass railing behind him.

Johnny was on his feet in an instant, screaming as much as V’s docile vocal cords would allow, “Are you out of your goddamn mind!? Yell at me all you want, but don’t take this out on V!”

It was an all too familiar song and dance. Kerry didn't move an inch as Johnny stomped toward him, just leaned back against the bar, crossing one leg over the other, one arm under the other.

“I'm not like you,” said in the calmest of tones. “I don't take shit out on him. Not like you took shit out on me whenever Alt stood you up. Not like you took shit out on Rogue whenever I was over your shit. Not like you took shit out on Alt whenever Rouge wouldn't answer your calls.”

Johnny's hands were trembling in their balled form, fists begging to act, mind telling them to hold. “Tryin’ to fix all that.” He growled through his teeth.

“Good luck. Now give him back to me.”

Minutes seemed to pass as their gaze held, Johnny trying—genuinely—to reach V; Kerry waiting with tired eyes and an impenetrable emotional wall.

Finally, after trying to force their nervous system to swap, Johnny's hands unclenched and he looked away. “Can't just switch places like that. Trust me, it'd make all this a lot easier if we could.”

Kerry looked at him a moment longer before rolling his eyes and turning back to the liquor shelves to grab another drink. “Whatever. Just make sure he—”

A struggled groan interrupted him. He tried to keep the glance over his shoulder casual, but the very act of looking at all revealed his worry. He watched as Johnny stumbled back onto the couch, clutching his head and Relic slot. With one last sharp breath, Johnny's eyes drifted open, V's hand relaxed over the Relic slot, Johnny's fingers stopped digging into his skull, and V's breath steadied.

Kerry tried to read their movements, to tell which one was sitting on the couch at that moment. Different parts of their body seemed to exhibit different mannerisms. Some V's, some Johnny's, some twitched like it couldn't decide from whom to take its orders.

Suddenly V was gripping his head again, and muttering under his breath, “Ah, fffffuck…” No one said it as softly as him. Certainly not Johnny.

Kerry finished filling his glass, walked over to the couch, and tapped V on the shoulder to offer it to him. “Hey.”

V looked up at him with cloudy eyes, sparks and pixels still popping. It took him a moment to process the scene his Kiroshis were transmitting to his brain. It was like an entire system reboot, everytime. After a few blinks, and his eyes darting between the whiskey glass and the man holding it, V gingerly took the cup and gave a weak smile. “Hey, Ker.”

“Y’alright?”

V sipped the drink, unable to taste yet. “Will be in a sec. Just gotta…recalibrate.”

Kerry nodded mindlessly before taking a seat next to V. The real V; body, mind, and soul. He eyed him with a look somewhere between caution and skepticism. Those hazel eyes that had been drilling into him seconds ago now regarded the whiskey in V's hands with a pleased arch of the brow. Hands that threatened to hurt—bruises on the knuckles to prove they could—held the glass delicately, touch so light that gravity should have been pulling it away. Lips that moments prior had delivered burning words so casually, now wet with liquor, V's tongue flicking out to clear them of the remnants.

Kerry wasn't thinking as his hand rose and the back slid across V's jaw, before deft fingers curled under the younger man's chin. V turned his head as Kerry's fingers instructed, only having a moment to look confused before he was pulled into a kiss.

It felt like an apology, soft and hesitant, checking in to make sure all was forgiven. He let it continue, despite the wariness behind each touch of their lips. V set his glass on the coffee table before using his newly freed hand to bring Kerry in closer, cupping the back of his neck.

“Hey,” V pulled back slightly, “what's up?”

Kerry kept his eyes closed for a second too long, and when they opened, his gaze looked past V, to the glass railing behind him. Another beat before he said, “Johnny was out.”

Following his eyeline to the railing, V saw shattered glass and a puddle of expensive spirits. A quick scan of the scene showed the bottle's trajectory, and the speed at which it had flown.

“He, uh…say somethin’ to piss you off?” V looked back to his lover, Kerry's eyes still glued to the crime scene.

“Eh, when doesn't he?” Kerry shrugged, finally looking V in the eye.

“Hey, look…I'm sorry you have to—”

“Told me you weren't gettin’ seizures anymore.”

V's eyes darted back into place, locking with Kerry's.

“Yeah. Wasn't for a while.”

“So you lied to me? What, thought it would make me worry less?” He still felt angry from his unresolved fight with Johnny, aware his wording was directing that left over anger at V, despite having no hand in—or memory of—the argument.

“Nonono,” V rushed to absolve himself, “you know I wouldn't. They just…stopped for a bit, then came back outta nowhere. Thought I was gettin’ better, genuinely.” He held either side of Kerry's neck.

Kerry stared for a moment before looking down at V's lips again. “You tell him he could smoke while he's runnin’ the show?” His thumb traced along V's bottom lip, over the cuts and scrapes he always came home with.

“Tastin’ it now. Fucker…” He was going to say more, but as his lips tingled from Kerry's absent stroking, V just watched Kerry's eyes slowly blink.

“What'd he say?” V asked after a long, tense moment, Kerry petting his lips all the while.

Kerry didn't answer, but his movements paused.

“Like you, V. A lot. And it doesn't have shit to do with Johnny, okay?”

V felt himself recoil with disbelief, “Johnny accuse you of usin’ me to get to him?”

Kerry sighed, hand sliding around to the back of V's neck to pull him in, resting their heads together. “Just need you to know I'm into you. Sure, might not've met if it weren't for that bastard, but if we had, can promise I'd still be into you.”

V smiled and placed a hand over the arm that held him. “I'm super into you, too, Ker. Like, crazy ‘bout you. Got no idea how I'd get through the day if I didn't have you waitin’ for me.”

Kerry pulled back a little, grinning. “What, think I just sit at home all day hopin’ you'll pop in? Like a sad puppy?”

V rolled his eyes and pushed forward for another kiss. “Fuck off, know what I meant.” V said between the touching of their lips.

Kerry stood quickly, pulling V up to continue their kiss. He broke away once they were both up, “Take your fuckin’ pills and get in bed.”

V laughed as he followed Kerry to the bedroom. “Dunno if I'm tired anymore.”

“Who said anything about sleepin’?” Kerry said in a devious tone as his robe fell to the floor.

[pseudophan]

Nora. Phan is trending

LOL oh my god did they seriously let it trend finally because dan and phil are tagging it

[tf2occontest]

Congratulations to The Couriers for winning the TF2 OC Contest of 2024!

The Couriers have come out on top! And congratulations to The Decoys and The Therapist for a battle well fought! Something Mod Sicc and Mod Mick have planned on from the beginning is if something like this were to happen, then each of the finalists would be receiving art as a prize for making it so far in the contest, and to applaud their characters and their great efforts to get them here. Even beyond the finalists, we would like to thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts for coming together and celebrating everyone's OCs over the course of this contest. We always wanted this to be a place of community moreso than competition, and every one of you is an essential part of that. We wouldn't have such a lovely space without all of you! Keep playing, keep creating, keep sharing. We look forward to seeing what you all do next!

With so much love, Mod Sicc and Mod Mick

[unlikelyapricot-art]

hes,,,, so cool

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

wilson's ties in every episode: 

Season 2 Episode 24: No Reason

1/2

2/2

double post who cheered

[daisyofwaterdeep]

year 10 of listening to the company soundtrack on my birthday (it's my birthday btw ●ˇ∀ˇ● )

[opiumvampire]

look at my new rug boy

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[iiiumihottie]

[Image description available in alt text and under the cut. Also a speedpaint under the cut!] aaaand my final piece for this year's big bang hosted by @pilesofnonsense! so many thanks to them, i love this event <333 if you want your heart to be broken by a bittersweet masterpiece of an AU, go read This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me by @late-to-the-magnus-archives. trust me, it's so worth it.

[ID: A drawing of a young Jon from The Magnus Archives. He looks up at you with a scared expression on his face as he clutches a crown in his arms. The scene takes place in a hallway with displays on various pedestals, but the details of what is in them is unclear. Above him are the words "Thank you, Jon." End ID.]

[ID: A speedpaint of the image above the cut. End ID.]

[samsalami66]

AO3 Wrapped (author's edition!)

Tagged by my wonderful @seiya-starsniper , I swear mine's going to look so sad compared to yours, but let's do it!

in chronological order, the fics I posted this year:

No Honour Amongst Justice (WIP, The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Between Sweat, Turnips and That Bloody Cow (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

A Monster Would Not Care (Baldur's Gate 3 - Astarion/Tav)

Ball is Life (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Don't Go Kicking My Heart (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Red Card Plays (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Catching Up With The Past (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Early Ball For My Goalie (The Sandman - Destruction/Johanna Constantine)

A Canvas For Revenge (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Easy as Breathing (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Shooting for the Sky (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Cinnamon Warmth (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Too Good For Me (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Tangled Dreams (WIP, The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Rising Malevolence (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Stats:

Works Published: 15 in 2024, 28 total

Work subscriptions: 106

Kudos: 1,273

Comment Threads: 252

Bookmarks: 218

Hits: 8,861

Word Count: 67,301

Naww it's nice to see I've achieved so much this year! Best stats I've ever had! Let's hope 2025 brings more words and even more engagement!

Top 3 fics (of all years) by kudos:

Embrace me, my sun, as we eclipse (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Motionless (WIP, Harry Potter - Harry/Draco)

A Canvas For Revenge (The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

I'm not very surprised about the first two, but it's amazing to see one of the fics I posted just in November 2024 to be on place 3!! I also love that fic so I'm not mad at all :))

Top 3 fics (of all years) by word count:

No Honour Amongst Justice (WIP, The Sandman - Hob/Dream)

Motionless (WIP, Harry Potter - Harry/Draco)

Technically my number three is a fic I've co-authored and therefore I wrote less than half of it, meaning I'll just take the next one in line!

A Knight in Shining Armor and his angel (Harry Potter - Harry/Draco)

All of this is a sign that I need to write more longer fics, can't be that two of my longest fics are from 2021 X)

Top 3 ships of 2024:

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling (13 works)

Astarion/Tav (1 work)

Destruction/Johanna Constantine (1 work)

Top 5 tags of 2024:

Alternate Universe (13 works)

Alternate Universe - Football (7 works)

Pre-Slash (7 works)

Fluff (6 works)

Found Family (5 works)

Hehe, I wrote too much soccer au, didn't I. I think I missed tagging some of the fics as Found Family and fluff though, they should also at least be 7, but whatever X)

Tagging @mid0khan @bazzybelle and @valeriianz in case you guys haven't been tagged already, I know I'm a bit late on this one.

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 31: New Year's Eve

There was always a certain magic in the air on new year's eve. Steve could feel the bubble of excitement in the countdown and it almost felt like a clean slate washed over you as the fireworks brought in the new year. When he was little his parents would often take him to New York for the big celebration, his father often hosting a party. After they stopped returning home as often, Steve brought in the new year with Tommy and Carol getting drunk on his father's whiskey.

1983 he spent alone and hoped that 1984 would be better, it wasn't, well except for the kids coming into his life. 1985 saw him cuddled up in the living room with Robin watching the fireworks on tv, he hoped 1986 would be their year.

"Stevie, do you have plans for new year's?" Eddie had asked at Christmas dinner, Wayne had insisted he joined them when he heard Robin and the Hendersons wouldn't be in Hawkins this year. "Not really, Robin won't be back, I might just turn in early." He was kind of sad to be spending it alone this year.

"No! You've gotta have fun Steve! Come join us here, Rudy a couple doors down always lights up the best fireworks!" Eddie explained excitedly and who was Steve to say no to that face.

Steve had gotten to Eddie's around 8, a pack of beer and a warm smile on his face when Eddie answered the door.

"We've gotta get you your own key one of these days, Stevie, you're here enough." If that warmed Steve's heart that was his business.

Wayne wouldn't be back from work until 11, getting that holiday pay to help them through the rest of winter. The boys didn't mind, curled up on the couch watching movies, laughing and drinking beer. Steve felt a soft buzz from the alcohol but the butterflies were certainly because of the boy sitting across from him.

When Wayne got home they switched the TV to the countdown of the final hour of the year. Eddie moaned about the pop music they played but didn't seem to mind as much when Steve was pulling him up to dance around the trailer. Soon it was time to head outside with all the other neighbours to watch the fireworks.

"Here, Stevie, I know the perfect spot," Eddie said pulling Steve up to lay down on the trailer roof. They could see Rudy setting up the fireworks on the hill, sleepy looking kids still just staying awake gathered with their parents. The radio crackled as the last song finished and the countdown began.

Ten!

Steve could feel the magic start to fill the air, the new year was so close.

Nine!

He hoped that next year they'd all be safe, that next year would be their year.

Eight!

Next year he's going to make sure he spends it with Eddie, this has certainly been his favourite new year's eve.

Seven!

He turns away from looking at the hill to the other boy to find him already looking at him, there's something in his eyes.

Six!

"I'm glad you're here this year, Stevie."

Five!

"I'm glad I'm here with you, Eds."

Four!

Eddie's face is holding a soft smile and his eyes flick down to Steve's lips.

Three!

Oh, that's what that magic was.

Two!

Steve took a chance and lent forward, pressing his lips softly to Eddie's who immediately pushed back against him smiling.

One!

Fireworks went off behind them but they didn't care as they pulled away, twin smiles on their faces. Yeah, 1987 was going to be their year.

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[senseiwu]

wild how misako is always made out to be the awful partner, for 'cheating' (not even explicit cheating. apparently the way she talked to her decades-old friend is 'flirting'.)

but no one ever says shit about her husband lying to her to get her to like him, keeping up the lie for forty bloody years. (In fact, many people apparently like to think that it never happened. Or they make it so that rather than steal his closed-off brother's words, his brother helped him.) Or for seemingly never contacting her after he tried to take over the world. or the things she has said about him. being worried about the ninja being with him. "i was married to him once, i'm up for anything" when about to fight him. Ma'am what does that mean.