#dont go away mad

[myimaginaryradio]

Don't Go Away Mad - Motley Crue

[dijidweeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #MotleyCrue, #DontGoAwayMad #JustGoAway ... from the Album #DrFeelgood [Official Audio Track] (1989) #MMitM1

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[dromaeo-sauridae]

a dear visitor

heavily based off the max kurzweil painting of the same name :) i like to imagine arthur bullied kieran into bringing his horse over while he was covering from the o'driscolls incident. while grimshaw wasnt looking, of course

(reblogs>likes!)

[kana7o]

at council meetings

[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[moeblob]

I think the only other time I have drawn Stelle has been seen by like two people. Because it was part of something really stupid I put on hold. And never finished.

SO YEAH! Have the Blazers.

[sparkdoesart]

Isat siffrin and loop short animatic thing for my au~

Spoilers for the secret ending!

So much i wanna talk about with these two~

But alas, I'll keep it to myself for now,

[oh-no-its-bird]

I kind of ended up w a small pile of Hatake ocs and lore to fill the early konoha timeline void, and a big thing is like. They all die to preserve the narrative. A lot of them very young bc again, made to fill the time line, so logically, there had to be some Hatake kids/teenagers who met an unfortunate end.

So I'm kinda sitting here considering a 4 part fic where each chapter revolves around a specific Hatake and their inevitable death, w maybe a bonus chapter at the end being about Sakumo

"Death of the Wolves," the unfortunate end of the Hatake's, told in 4 parts

The Hatake's helped set the Konoha standard rule of "a team can only be made up of so many % of one clan" (with special exceptions) after a large chunk of them got sent on a mission together bc of their specializations and all wound up dead, wiping out a solid 90% of the clan in one night.

Actually, expanding on that bc the tragedy is so good -> I already established that in my time line, the Hatake head, Haruka (Sakumo's mother, Tobirama and Hashirama's aunt) died under a week after Tobirama's death, and she would have lead that failed mission. Does that mean one of Hiruzen's first acts as war time Hokage resulted in the accidental slaughter of his beloved dead Sensei's mother's clan? That's amazing actually, so much drama there. I bet him Danzo and Kagami argued like crazy after that monumental fuck up, probably went on to define how he feels ab being Hokage / what that entails. Fun times!

Anyways, I'd also be very interested in exploring early konoha politics n stuff. Especially from the multiple views of not the people in charge of making the village but the ones who are living in it. The view from the ground up, instead of looking down from the tower. The younger generations being brought to this new village, going from their isolated clan lands to suddenly being surrounded by others their age from different clans, possible for the first time ever depending on their age and their clans level of secrecy.

Also, I really wanna poke at the outsider pov of Madara and other founders— but mostly Madara bc I find his downfall very fun to think about, especially from the POV of someone not in his clan.

I'm so in love w the take of the Hatake's being fond of Madara bc "he'd make a very good Hatake." Something about the two tropes of the Uchiha being a clan that loves love and the Hatake being a clan w similar values when it comes to family and loyalty just meshes so well.

Comedy moment where Haruka is weirdly insistent on Madara potentially marrying into the clan, not even for the politics or anything but specifically bc she NEEDS a cute squishy Hatake baby with his massive hair. She NEEDS IT, MADARA.

Anyways also just the early konoha inter clan drama but like. From the eyes of the clan kids. The Uchiha kids seem to be having some sort of terf war with the Senju— but it was interrupted by the Hyuuga, and now the Senju and Uchiha kids are somehow banding together against the Hyuuga? But oh no now the Nara kids are teaming up w the Hyuuga, and the Hatake kid (singular bc there's literally only like 1) seems to have an actual blood feud going on with the Hyuuga clan heir— but the older Hatake teenagers are fond of the Hyuuga's baby clan heir so it's just a mess. All the clan drama but with none of the tragedy bc everyone involved is a child.

Meanwhile the older clan members are somehow bonding over their children's fights bc they're all struggling to pull them away, or going "what the fuck do you mean you teamed up with the SENJU??" Then sharing a disbelieving Look(tm) w the opposing Senju's parents before realizing what they just did and having a crisis of faith ab it

Meanwhile the teenagers are having a wonderful time, especially those from smaller more isolated clans like the Hatake. There's so much romantic drama, there's probably a whole shinobi soap opera happening in that direction. Hormonal shinobi teenagers from opposing clans just got dropped into the same dating pool it's gonna be a MESSSS.

Even funnier if you take crumbs from my senju weed empire au and like. Some of these clans regularly smoke n stuff. Meanwhile other clans have never touched a psychedelic in their life. Some are especially vulnerable to drugs due to heightened senses (Orochi, Inuzuka, Hatake) while others have been smoking since they were younger and have an insane tolerance and very much distorted views of a reasonable amount of weed to smoke (Senju, Nara, Shiranui) There is no way in hell that goes well. Someone is going to get fucked up in a MAJOR way.

Well-intentioned Nara accidentally gets a bunch of dog wired guys and one snake high out of their fucking minds, the high lasts a full week for some of them and one sometimes wonders if they ever really came down from it

Anyways I got a bit off track but yeah! Early Konoha fic that revolves around the daily lives of differently aged Hatake ocs, taking a look from different angles of Konoha and all the silly clan drama and daily lives of an early Konoha shinobi— each chapter being different degrees of generally lighthearted, but ending in the Hatake's death. The fact that each Hatake is in with a different crowd and is a different age would make it even more fun and easier to explore the different layers Konoha has to offer! It's for sure on my list of things I wanna write

(Also I'd really love to have it just so I can point to it as a good introduction for my Hatake ocs. I love tricking people into learning ab my ocs it's great)

[theoakleafpancake]

I would like to say that I will NOT be taking any Eurylochus slander

[myimaginaryradio]

Don't Go Away Mad - Motley Crue - 1989

[daemon-in-my-head]

It's a new day, it's a new dawn, it's a new opportunity to inflict emotional pain on the man who wishes to be made of iron.

So they say that time doesn't heal all wounds, you just grow around them, right? That the wound may heal bit scars remain. Essentially, you will one day not feel as strongly, but you'll certainly always feel it and it's gonna haunt you, right?

So what if Gortash did live? He'd be haunted by Durge's disappearance even if they returned, wouldn't he? Whenever Durge returns later than they said it would be, he'd get that nauseating feeling again, no? Whenever they'd feel unwell, by grace of having to adapt to their new state of being or their old injuries, he'd feel as though he's choking again, wouldn't he? If somebody looked at them the way the madwoman always looked at them, he'd once more feel shivers running down his spine, right? Whenever he's forced to take his ever watchful eyes of them, don't you think his thoughts would start to race and memories of the dreadful time he spent apart from them would resurface?

So to stop all the turmoil, to regain control over the uncontrollable, he'd built a pretty golden cage, wouldn't he? Himself and his precious equal locked inside, so no-one could take them away from him again?

So they can't escape him again?

[lucabyte]

tiny wip siffrin as payment for the homestuck spam continuting. now.

[inamagicalhallucination]

i dont think bsd is poorly written at all

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

if one more thing happens. respectfully. i am going to Lose It

[sashaforthewin]

Stranger Things, Steddie, Rated M for sexual talk.

This is really just a silly way to torture Eddie who probably has the poor kid tendency to collect crap and never throw anything away.

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As the handcuffs clicked into place around his wrists, Eddie settled back and closed his eyes. Steve hadn't blindfolded him, but he wanted to relish in the anticipation for as long as he could. This was a very rare treat so he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Steve was really taking his time, it had been at least five minutes and Steve hadn't even touched him yet. Eddie was loving the suspense.

After what felt like ten minutes, he heard a snap of rubber from near the foot of the bed and it made him squirm to know he was entirely at Steve's mercy. He could do whatever he wanted right now and Eddie was powerless and thrilled. 

That is, until he heard a second rubber snap. 

He opened his eyes and glanced down to where Steve was standing.

"Motherfucker! No! Absolutely not, no! Sarcophagus, sarcophagus!"

"You can't safeword out of this, Eddie. It's for your own good."

Steve was standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, wearing a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and holding a box of trash bags. 

"Stevie, baby, don't do this!" Eddie pleaded.

"I have to. I try throwing things away and you dig them out of the trash. I'm gonna start with the bathroom, okay? I know this is stressful for you but it's for your own good," Steve explained gently as he went into their en suite bathroom, leaving the door wide open so Eddie could still see him. 

"Hey, what are you doing? No, no, no, don't pour out perfectly good shampoo!"

Steve didn't even look up, just kept pouring Eddie's shampoo down the drain with the tap running as he replied, "this shampoo gives you dandruff and it's really cheap and harsh. This is why your hair is all frizzy and tangled. I got us nice shampoo and conditioner, so use it!"

"But why would I use pricey stuff when the dollar store kind is fine? Don't just pour it down the drain!"

Steve just shook his head and didn't respond. Once the bottle was empty, he threw it into the trash bag he had opened. Next, he threw a disposable razor caked in soap scum and stubble, followed by a bar of cheap soap.

"Hey, not my soap! Throw away your own soap, leave mine alone!"

"Eddie, I'm pretty sure you're allergic to this soap, you are itchy when you use it and it gives you rashes in your inner elbows."

"You don't know that, I'm just an itchy person, I'm always itchy, always have been!" Eddie reasoned.

"Except when I wash you using the oatmeal soap that I bought both of us to use. You've always itched because you buy cheap shitty soap. I'm trying to help you feel better."

"Fuck you, Harrington!"

Steve continued to clean out their bathroom. Eddie was particularly insulting when Steve got rid of his threadbare towel that was about the texture of a brillo pad, but Steve kept going, ignoring the verbal assault and knowing Eddie didn't mean it. 

Eddie fought against his restraints when Steve moved back into their bedroom and opened up the top drawer of their dresser. 

"Stevie-bear, please!" Eddie weedled, trying to sound babyish and pathetic. Steve knew what he was doing but it didn't make his pleas any less heart-wrenching.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Untie me and I'll do it, I swear!"

"You won't. I have asked you to, I've tried to do it with you here loose, I've tried to do it while you were out. Every single time you go root through the trash like a raccoon. You are the most stubborn idiot and I love you very much, but we have money now and you need to stop saving everything you think might be useful."

The underwear was methodically weeded. Anything with holes or stains or a lack of elasticity was trashed. Same for the socks. 

"Oh, I see how it is, you're only leaving me the things you bought me! You think you're so great because you have money, you think your stuff is better than mine?"

"Yeah, it is better, but only because the ones I bought aren't left over from middle school, dude. Seriously, Eddie, this drawer is a biohazard. Pretty sure some of your socks are old enough to vote."

"That's only because they were Wayne's."

"He'll forgive me if we don't give them back. I'm gonna leave your t-shirts alone but I've bought you all new socks and underwear and I'm personally driving this bag out to the dump tonight before you can dig this crap back out."

Their underwear and socks drawer was significantly emptier after Steve got done, but since they did laundry every other weekend, they still had plenty. Gone were the days of Eddie's massive dirty clothes pile and his need for a month's worth of undies. 

"No no no, not the closet! I hate you so much!"

"No you don't."

"I really do. I hate you."

"Then why have you had a massive erection this whole time?" Steve asked, looking over at Eddie, fondly bemused.

"I can't help if my body finds you outwitting me hot. Also, how am I supposed to not have an erection when you tie me up? You never do this!"

"Yeah, because you know I don't like it," Steve pointed out. 

"I know but it's unfair that you don't want to be tied up but you also don't want to tie me up! You should only dislike one of those! I know, I know, I'm just thinking with my horny brain right now, you know I love you and don't want to do anything you don't want to do. I just always feel so much more creative and inspired after you tie me up, you are my muse, baby."

"Eddie. Baby, sweetness, angelface, assbrain. You don't feel like that because of bondage sex, you feel good after because I clean while you're tied up. It's not my fault your horny brain keeps falling for the same trick. This is the third time, babe, but this time it's our shared apartment and I refuse to just sit around and watch you wallow in filth with a creative block when all you need is a clean environment. Also, I live here, too, and I don't want to live with a closet full of boxes of junk and barely any room for my actual clothes! I know you hate me right now but I promise you this is for your own good."

Eddie sighed, knowing Steve was right, but he promptly forgot Steve was right the second Eddie saw him removing the piles of boxes from the closet. 

"Leave those alone, those are my project boxes!"

"Eddie, you have not touched these boxes since we moved in two years ago! You don't even know what is in them, you don't need it, baby."

"Those are all works in progress!"

"Okay, what's in this one? If you know what is in the box you can keep it." Steve held up a light blue shoe box.

"Uh… broken guitar strings and scrap metal?" Eddie guessed, trying to sound confident. 

"Nope it's… is this just leaves? Eddie, why do you have a box full of leaves?" Steve asked, staring down into the box.

Eddie shifted in his restraints a bit, trying to look like the type of guy you'd want to free because he was so well-behaved. 

"I was maybe gonna use them as stamps or something, I hadn't decided. They were really pretty fall leaves."

"Well, now they're just dead, so…" He dumped the box into the trash bag.

"At least save the box!"

Steve looked at Eddie, exasperated. "Why?"

"It's a good box," Eddie shrugged.

"Okay, listen, this closet is full of boxes and I don't like seeing you in distress, it's really upsetting, so how about I give you a blowjob and you can have a nice post-orgasm nap while I clear the rest of this and then you'll wake up not even knowing what's missing? I'm not going to throw out anything important."

Eddie's erection, which hadn't flagged through all of the cleaning, gave a twitch of excitement, but Eddie's pride couldn't just give in without a fight.

"As if I'll even be able to sleep!"

"Eddie. Baby. I love you so much, you's such a wonderful and giving lover, but there is a reason we have the rule that I come first."

"That's because you're greedy."

"No, babe, that's because if I don't come before you I have to do it myself because you'll already be asleep. Trust me, if I blow you right now you'll be out like a light and you'll wake up to a nice clean home."

"You didn't blow me last time!"

"Because last time was just the bathroom at the trailer. You were upset but you weren't distressed like you are now. Not my fault you've fallen for this trick three times now. You know I don't like bondage."

"Ah, but hope springs eternal."