#do I need help?

[happinessandhaziness]

I don’t have to answer that… but I might need that…

Me and who???

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who’s filthy, nasty, dirty, disgusting.

Simon Riley who likes when you come home from working out, sweaty, a mess, salty, and drenched.

Simon RIley who likes when you haven’t taken a shower in two days. When your smell is nasty, pungent, and penetrating. Strong and stinging.

Simon Riley who insists you don’t shower when he comes home from a mission, wants you reeking of your natural odors, so he can lick the fucking smell clean, suck the scent clean off your delicate flesh and replace it with his smell, his claim.

Simon Riley who likes when your pussy tastes salty, bitter, and balmy on his tongue after a days worth of work, when he eats you out after a particularly long mission, missed the way you melted on his tongue, delicious and tangy.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[allthe-starss]

smosh women appreciation post because they’re all so fucking hot and we need to talk about it

[officialnostradamus]

It's Time For...

My headcanon about Johanna Hezenkoss & Emmrich Volkarin's relationship. Which nobody asked for BUT that's what tumblr is for.

Now, hear me out, I am thoroughly enraptured by the collective fandom brain that says Emmrich was Down Bad, and Johanna was too busy being a Bad Bitch to care about his feelings. In at least one universe each, you're all 100% right, and I respect you for it. However, I posit an alternative and beseech you to go on this journey with me. I want to explore a woman who does not have a singular mind for a man, who carves her own way through life with a diamond-headed sickle, but who still thinks about him enough to hate him. A woman who sees obsession as a way of life and treats him as just another in a long line. 

Our gentleman necromancer is the kind of man who falls in love at the drop of the hat. A man of a million heartbreaks. Emmrich has fallen in love with every person he's ever been on a date with. He has fallen in love with a woman selling flowers from a cart because she told him the species, though he already knew, and he fell in love with the man he met in the lift because their hands brushed when they reached for the lever and he had a beautiful laugh. That's simply how he is. 

To someone like Johanna, that is a paltry weakness. Worthy of scorn if not outright mockery (and, let's face it, usually outright mockery). Johanna is a woman of barbed emotions, they stick in her mind as they catch upon thought and idea and they do not become action. She doesn't have time for them when she could be bringing her brilliance to life. 

As students, Emmrich is in awe of her. Passionate, intelligent people are his favourite to be around and Johanna has them both in spades. She is fearless and unfettered by the law of man or magic. Daring and dauntless are also qualities Emmrich finds commendable, and on paper he should have been in love in an instant. He could have been in love. But Johanna is something else, too.

Johanna is also cruel. There are so many things that Emmrich, in the sweeping nature of his own passion, can look past. Selfishness can be self-determination. Recklessness can be bravery. Even the willingness to defy the laws and responsibilities he personally holds so dearly can be novel, an experimentation, the base of all new discovery. But cruelty is, perhaps, one of his only staunch nos. 

To think of it in simple terms - Emmrich is the one to see a starving kitten and whisk them into his arms to find them food and shelter. He loves to see someone else do the same. He can understand the person who walks past. He can forgive even the person who left them there to begin with. He cannot abide the person who laughs. 

Johanna laughs.

For Emmrich, this is easy enough. He does not fall in love and he needn't do so. Johanna is still a valued colleague and, somehow, he enjoys her company. Even if they don't see eye to eye, she is still all of those other qualities he gazes fondly upon and they don't have to agree to have spirited conversations and to learn from each other.

For Johanna, this is a slight. This is inexplicable. This is enough to burrow an emotion past the rest and what she feels is confusion - and that is so much worse than anything else it could be. Johanna knows that she is perfection personified and even if she doesn't want Volkarin, why doesn't he want her?

Johanna is clever, and desirable, and if she's in the mood for a lover it's easy enough to find one. She knows how to crook her finger. Sure, she's intimidating and she can just as easily send them running as keep them coming, but it works for her. 

Except not with Volkarin.

Every fortnight or so she sees him doe eyed and dreamy over some fellow student - once, even a visiting Chantry Sister! - and yet he has never looked at her that way. When they stay up all hours of the night, researching their shared love of magic, studying for an exam, performing an experiment, he treats her with kindness and respect. Gross. He exclaims appropriately about her brilliance. Deserved. And he never strays from the bounds of their strange friendship. Unnerving.

Worse, still, he doesn't even seem to realize that they're rivals! Both of them sit at the top of any class they're in, trading number one back and forth in a constant dead heat. When she is number one, Volkarin congratulates her! He gasps in awe at her impressive work. He even stills his tongue in front of others when he believes she may have cheated. Later, alone, when he calls her on it he is gentle. He offers to help, tells her that he will always be willing to help. She can only laugh at him. Because that is pathetic, and condescending, and she is cruel. 

It turns out that when he's hurt, his wet doe eyes aren't all that different from when he's a besotted fool. 

Their relationship is always like this. They drift apart, eventually as students, but are thrust back together as members of the Mourn Watch. Johanna is never less intelligent, never less driven, and Emmrich is never less kind. He supports her when he can and challenges her when he must. He wants what's best for her, and for the Mourn Watch. 

She wants the same things. 

When her twisted experiments and refusal to follow the rules finally ends in her dismissal from the Mourn Watch, she is furious. Emmrich is sad. For a while, he sends her letters, and they say the same things he always has. He wants to help. He will help. He cares about her. Johanna responds to exactly one. 

Volkarin,

You have always been a mewling, pitiful little creature with no backbone. Impressive, considering how easy it would have been to graft one to yourself. If you conquer one fear in your miserable life, let it be the one that forces you to keep talking when you should be quiet.

It's the one Emmrich doesn't respond to. It is short. It is cruel and their bond finally severs, a task Johanna thought impossible. He wants to help. He will help. Until he doesn't. Emmrich Volkarin never follows through on anything. Emmrich is fearful and petulant and compassionate to a fault. And he has finally had enough of her.

That's fine. They were never friends, always rivals, and he never loved her because he was too cowardly to truly see her. She knows this now and that is why she relegates Emmrich Volkarin to a footnote. Part of the past and not her glorious future. It is by nature of the beast that there is no one around to point out, no one that cares enough to notice, that she doesn't need the same footnote on every page.

**Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. I am a lunatic. I'll be on tumblr all night - actually, for the rest of ever 😘

[zovie9638]

Welcome to the Horror Market!

Hello ladies, gentlemen and others! Don't worry, get in, make yourself comfortable. Don’t be fooled by its name, it’s actually a place where shows, restaurants, contests, trades and mores are the main attractions of the place. Witches, werewolves, demons, mermaids, vampires, fairies, dragons and other allies meet there every year to party. Long ago, its creators hid it in the Deep Forest, in the other world, so that no man ever find it. A complexe magic security system has been created to protect its people and has been keeping every bad intentioned humains out of the market for 300 years now.

So yea, hey! I've been wanting to share with you my personnal work for a while. I've been working on multiple stories that are part of a saga for 4-5 years now. The Horror Market is not a story itself, but a important piece of lore/worldbuilding that goes through 3-4 different stories. Hope you enjoy it and that i caught your curiosity.

[kath-loves-toast]

Going through my camera roll

Y'all think I need some help?

[orienteddreamerrr]

Bro...he's so expressive...

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Am I the only one who thinks its kinda sweet when my cat whacks me but keeps her claws in?

Like she could’ve scratched the shit out of me but she decided ‘you need a smack but I like you so I’ll be gentle’ 😅😂

[saintlike05]

Everyday I’m lowkey upset of the fact that Drew Starkey is so famous now. Fr everyone wants him now that he’s famous 😭 and I’m like “no he’s mine.” (He’s not but I’m delusional) ugh I’m kinda possessive over this man and I can’t help it (I have no reason to be cause he doesn’t know I exist) but I’m so so proud of him for becoming this next big star, he deserves every bit of recognition for his accomplishments. But THE FACT THAT EVERYONE WANTS HIM NOW MAKES ME WANNA THROW UP. Like fuck why does everyone have the same celebrity crush as me (not like I have a chance with him but again I’m delusional, so I might convince myself that it’s possible) ugh pls someone tell me if you feel like this too or if I should get help lmao 😭

[croiisamt]

I've been cooking up an mlp au where luna is never banished to the moon and lemme say yall WISH you could see all the doomed yuri I'm plotting 😈

[whyseverynametaken01]

[vid: Those cartoon should Not exist: bit city] 41:21

Gosh i love them to the point that I'm just taking what I can get (I don't think this is healthy)

[veylia]

From KAJ's Instagram Stories. Truly future legends 🥳🤟❤️

[gelatosushix]

Warm summer mornings are the best…

Also getting a little experimental with the colors because initially there was a LOT of brown

[crowleysgirl56]

Me looking at my ever increasing number of downloaded podcast episodes sitting un-listened to in my podcast app:

Why do I have so much! How am I not keeping up with all these newly released episodes?!

*Opens up AO3 browser tab with 30 saved long form novel length Good Omens fanfics*

It’s a mystery!

[gretchenwienersdefender]

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