#had this in my drafts for a while

[allyricas]

imagine if eddie never got caught up in the upside down stuff in season 4. all the same people are still vecna'd, but chrissy never sought out eddie for drugs at school that day so he is oblivious to everything going on.

maybe he spends spring break playing music with the guys and getting drunk in the back of his van.

or, better yet, he's not even in town at all. he and the other members of corroded coffin are in indy for battle of the bands.

in fact, he literally has no clue what happened until he sees the news about the earthquake and he rushes back to make sure uncle wayne is alright. he's freaking out because when he calls his trailer numerous times, no one answers. he tries calling the plant to look for his uncle and they say he didn't show up to work.

chrissy was too intimidated to seek him out at school even in the privacy of the woods, so instead later that evening she goes to the trailer to look for him. she still gets vecna'd and the trailer becomes a gate.

eddie is never a suspect since he has a verifiable alibi. wayne still finds chrissy's body the next morning and still helps by telling nancy about henry creel. he can tell the teens are about to do something reckless and dangerous so he gets involved and ends up in the upside down instead of eddie.

he turns out to be very handy with various weapons and has a mind for battle strategy thus the party having a much better plan.

they win this time. steve gets really hurt, like nearly dies. wayne is the one who carries him out of the upside down and helps make sure he doesn't bleed out. they form a bond and wayne refuses to leave his side at the lab.

which is why eddie can't get ahold of him.

imagine eddie rushing back into hawkins only to eventually find out chrissy cunningham died on the porch of his trailer and that no one's heard from his uncle in days. he finds out from dustin that his uncle is at the hospital standing vigil over steve harrington's bedside, of all freaking people.

wayne looks pretty roughed up, but he's safe and he's okay. eddie is so relieved to see him with his own eyes that the reality of everything doesn't really sink in.

after everything is settled, the government compensates wayne with a new home. everything could have been a lot worse were he not involved and the earthquake split the trailer in two.

it's nothing fancy, just a three bedroom home on a nice plot of land. it's cosy and there's room for a fire pit in the backyard, maybe even a garden and a chicken coop. wayne manages to make anywhere feel like home, but this place has a certain charm.

once steve is well enough to go home, wayne all but insists that steve comes home with him and eddie. wayne tells steve he has a permanent home with him, that they're family. for once in his life, steve let's himself be loved and taken care of by an adult. wayne is everything his parents could never be.

wayne's heard all about steve's parents, noted that they never showed up to see their son and wayne doesn't want steve rotting alone in his big house. wayne always had a habit of picking up strays after all.

the problem with the situation is, of course, that eddie doesn't like steve. in fact, he absolutely cannot stand him and does not understand why his uncle is suddenly so close with him.

he steadfastly believes in his munson doctrine and has no plans to reevaluate. steve is a douchebag jock. in his mind, there's no way he has actually changed into this funny, dorky man who hangs out with his uncle for fun and drives around the younger teens just because he likes them.

he can't actually be best friends with band nerd robin buckley or close to his ex and her boyfriend. he can't be the man who put his body in front of someone else's. he can't be the man who smiles softly at eddie while he makes his snarky comments and refuses to budge and inch on his dislike.

steve harrington who helps his uncle plant a garden and build his chicken coop. who cooks and bakes far better than some rich kid should be able to. who asks about his band and hellfire and his books. who is far funnier than he has any right to be.

so, eddie is all snarky comments and rolled eyes every time he comes home to wayne and steve watching a game together. he is so jealous and can't say anything since wayne adores the guy...and since steve almost died.

he pretends that all the things he's learning about him must be a trick or a lie. steve can't be this person who fits so seamlessly into his life. even the other members of his band warm up to him

eddie will not budge. nope. never.

wayne knows his nephew. knows that eddie would like steve if he just gave him a chance. watches the way his nephew watches steve and waits for the day the eddie realizes what he thinks is loathing is a lot closer to something else. he loves the boy, but knows what a stubborn ass he can be.

steve likes eddie immediately and thinks he's adorable. he thinks eddie is cute when he's annoyed, enjoys the way he huffs and rolls his eyes. he is content to wait for eddie to catch up. he and wayne gossip over coffee and the subject has come up a time or two (or many) and wayne insists that eddie will figure it out eventually.

imagine a world where eddie never gets involved with the upside down but wayne does. even in this world he and steve are inevitable. wayne sees it the minute he watches them interact the first time in the hospital. he has a feeling they'd have found their way to each other somehow. he knows steve was meant to be apart of their family.

[withlovemark]

“green eyed monster”

synopsis -> “Hii, can I request smut with kinda jealous Mark? pls🤍” [requested]

an: posting this separately bcs i got carried away and i realized i have a weakness for jealous! mark (spare me pls im ovulating)

warnings: jealousyyy!!! crude language, use of slut and whore, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight exhibitionism, he cums in your mouth, mark is trying to make a point

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mark knew it wasn’t your fault. you were naturally captivating and after gushing about you for months, of course the boys completely loved you.

but right now, you were sitting way too close to jeno, your skirt riding a little too high on your thigh, laughing a little too loudly over some stupid joke haechan said.

if it was any other situation, mark would’ve been the first to throw his head back in laughter. instead, he’s stuck, frozen in place, standing across the room, watching it all go down.

jaemin whispers something in your ear, making you blush and that was your boyfriend’s final straw, every ounce of self restraint he had breaking in a second.

striding across the room, hand instantly in yours, he practically dragged you out of the boys’ dressing room. you send a quick wave to the startled boys, feet hurriedly following your boyfriend’s large footsteps and into the empty dressing room right next door.

“is everything okay?,” you asked, voice laced with concern as you looked your boyfriend up and down, completely oblivious to the green eyed monster sitting on his shoulders.

he scoffs, dropping your hand, “you looked like you were having fun,” he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.

“the boys are really funny, now i know why you’re always laughing with them,” not entirely sure why you felt like you were suddenly defending yourself.

“really funny, huh?,”

“mark, what’s wrong?,”

“what did jaemin say?,” he rolls his eyes as you finally catch on to the change of his behavior.

“oh my god, are you jealous?,” you try to hide your smirk. your boyfriend has sworn before that he’s not the jealous type, so to say you were enjoying this was an understatement.

“nu-uh, you don’t get to turn this around, you think it’s okay for me to watch my girl blush over another man?,”

“well, what jaemin said was really sweet,” you decide to push his buttons further. loving the way his voice dropped an octave deeper, the way he was currently biting his lips, eyebrows furrowed, the way his biceps were currently protruding under his shirt as he crossed his arms.

“say his fucking name again, i swear to god,” he curses, eyes darkening and you know now how much trouble you were in but you refuse to back down.

“yeah? what are you gonna do about it?,” you rile him up, challenging him.

in a second, he closes the distance, completely trapping you against the wall. his leg finds it’s way in the space between yours, skirt hitching up as his thigh presses into your cunt. you fight back the moan daring to leave your lips at the pressure of his weight.

his hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you really want to play this game? huh?,” he snarls, anger radiating off of his usual calm aura.

he gives you a chance to back out, a chance to calm him down.

you don’t.

“i don’t understand what the big deal is,” you say, continuing to stand your ground, excitement pooling in your panties at your boyfriend’s sudden change in behavior.

“the big deal is you’re mine,” he pronunciates every word sharply, making sure you get it through your head as his hand found its way under your panties, your skirt giving him easier access. he brutally attacks your pussy, fingers sliding up and down your folds, circling your clit.

a dark laugh escapes from his chest, “you fucking slut,” never losing eye contact, “you’re fucking enjoying this aren’t you?,” he grunts as he shoves two digits in your hole with absolutely no warning, “little whore, got this wet for another guy?,” his eyebrows furrow, betrayal flashing in his eyes as you try to keep your eyes open. every thrust of his finger making it harder to do so.

“n-no mark, only for you,” you manage to slip out in between choked breaths, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders.

“you like when i’m mad?,” your pussy confirms his realization, tightening around his digits and mark can’t help but scoff.

“d-don’t stop,” you beg, whining. he was curling his fingers right where you needed him the most and it felt so so so good. the added dirty talk turning you on so much more than you would like to admit.

“i should stop,” mark says but he doesn’t – loving the way you are currently falling apart with just his fingers, “what makes you think you deserve to cum?”

you furiously shake your head no, afraid he would deny you the orgasm you were desperately chasing “p-please don’t stop markie,” you rut your hips against his fingers, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach “i’ll do a-anything you want,” you cry out.

“anything, huh?,” his gaze darkens and all you can do is nod.

“okay, baby,” a devilish smirk appears on his lips, “why don’t you give them a show? let all the boys know this pussy is mine,” he grunts, landing a slap on your core, making you jump.

in one swift motion, your boyfriend was on his knees, head under your skirt as he removes the cotton barrier, quickly shoving your panties in his pocket and replacing it with the warmth of his tongue, immediately lapping around your sensitive bud.

“oh my god, mark!” you moan out, so loudly, eyes rolling back. it was undeniable that the boys in that other room could definitely hear you. you feel your boyfriend’s lips twitch into a smile against your heated core before his tongue continues sucking your clit, licking and blowing, fingers finding their place back in your hole, hitting that spot that only had room for his name.

you pull up your skirt, wanting to see him as you gripped his hair tightly, trying to ground yourself. mark looks up at you with his big brown eyes, a glint of playfulness twinkling in them and the sight of your boyfriend on his knees was enough to send you crashing down, “i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming,” you whine, your voice raising in pitch each time until all you had left was a breathy moan, jaw going slack as you lost the ability to speak, your orgasm completely washing over you.

mark doesn’t stop there.

turning you around and bending you over the couch. he lands a slap on your ass, loud and red, making you whine in both pleasure and pain as you battle the feeling of getting lost in your orgasm and reality.

“oh c’mon, i know you can be louder than that,” he whispers in your ear, before slapping the other cheek, so hard you were sure his handprint left a mark making you cry out in please, wanting more, your ass nudging at the bulge in his pants.

“tsk, tsk, so fucking desperate, what do you want?” he darkly chuckles, large hands gripping your ass.

“y-your cock,” you managed to whisper.

“louder baby, they won’t hear you like that,” he grips your hair back, arching you towards him as he whispers in your ear, fingers harshly rubbing your clit but it wasn’t enough. you needed him. and you needed him now.

“your cock, mark! i want your cock, please!,” you plead, tears brimming in your eyes at the hold he had on you, desperation laced in every whimper.

“good girl,” he smirks, before shoving you back down, the sound of his zipper following and without any further warning, he roughly slams into you, making your back arch, a guttural moan escaping past your lips.

your boyfriend’s pace was relentless and unforgiving. slamming into you with a thrust so powerful you swore it was going to break your back. but god, it felt so good. the curve of his dick follows the curve of your pussy, hitting your spot every single time without any complications. you can already feel your second orgasm coming to a close, it was ridiculous how much his dick was perfectly made for you. almost like he was designed for you.

“you think anyone else can fuck you this good,” he growls as if he can read your mind, “think any one of them can make you cum like i do,” his hand make it’s way to your abused clit once again, rubbing harsh circles and you can’t help but roll your eyes backwards, voice muffled by the couch below you as incoherent noises slipped past your lips. your second orgasm taking over your entire body. heat traveling all the way down to your toes as your fingers gripped the edge of the couch.

but mark wasn’t done proving his point.

he turns you around, as he hovers above you. he completely discards your skirt, throwing it somewhere across the room, as he harshly pulls down your shirt and bra, letting your breasts hit the cold air before he latches on to your sensitive nipples, biting and sucking. your body responding to every little touch he left behind. mind still reeling from your previous orgasms.

he wasn’t giving you time to breathe or process anything that just happened as he brought your legs up to your shoulders, sliding in smoothly, juices making it easy for him to thrust in and out.

this new angle has him hitting you even deeper, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. his pace was slow, steady. loving the way he could see the tip of his cock move inside you.

“think they can make love to you this sweetly, baby?” he says before his lips connect with yours, swallowing every moan you give him. mark didn’t want the boy’s to hear these ones. these sweet, angelic moans that were only reserved for his ears.

“give me one more, baby,” he whispers against your lips as his tongue continues to work its magic in yours. hands roaming all over you, sending warmth throughout every fiber of your being.

you were past the point of no return, so cock drunk you don’t even realize you were cumming again until you were gripping his back, leaving scratches behind.

your boyfriend grunts against your lips, his own release hitting him like a truck. he pulls out, quickly forcing your mouth open as he pumped himself down your throat. you forced yourself to swallow his hot release, groans of pleasure coming from him, eyes rolling back, before laying down right next to you, somehow fitting in this tiny couch.

he turns to you, gently tapping your cheek once, pulling you back down with him, your eyes fluttering open, “you okay?,” he asks sweetly as you hum happily, curling into him like a cat, a satisfied grin on your face, still caught in between your daze and the feeling of your boyfriend’s skin right next to you.

“by the way,” you croak out, clearing your throat, trying to find your voice, “jaemin said you and me were perfect for each other, that’s why i was blushing,” you look up at him with those innocent eyes, not missing the way his eyes widened in embarrassment.

“oh my god, baby…” he says. realization hitting him in the face as the blush crept up to his neck, you were so fucking dirty. but then his previous actions catches up to him, the way he roughly manhandled you, the words he called you replaying in his mind and the fact that he secretly enjoyed every single second of it.

what does that say about him?

[swordy-da-goat]

A great vantage point

[caemidraws]

the WHO

[alexturner2005]

andy_willsher: Miles & Alex from The Last Shadow Puppets at the stunning Rivoli Ballroom in Brockley, shot for Uncut Magazine.

[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

⚠️ EPISODE 46 AND 47 SPOILERS ⚠️

(Video length 9:51)

Got sad so here's all the moments from ep 46 (and a little of ep 47) that made me cry for reals

[wilyserpentofeden]

In light of the continuing allegations against Neil Gaiman I want to be sure people know I believe the women who are coming forward, and I am disappointed in him but somehow not surprised wrt all the other famous men who have done the same. I'm not sure how I'll proceed with this blog in the future, but I have absolutely no interest in defending or financially supporting a sex pest and I want to make sure that is crystal clear. Some additional points that have been bugging me:

Terfs cannot keep tying the allegations to his support of trans rights as some sort of 'gotcha' to frame trans rights or trans people in a negative light, he is a cisgender man who abused his wide influence due to fame, which there are many cases of. The vitriol should be aimed at other cisgender men abusing their wide influence, and those who perpetuate rape culture. Preaching to the choir here because terfs won't listen to me but whatever.

additionally, my fellow trans ppl need to consider that even transphobes can be victims of SA, and allegations against a fully cisgender man who happens to have pro-trans politics doesn't mean any allegation is a transphobic conspiracy, it might just mean someone with bad politics was legitimately assaulted, and that's still bad because literally nobody should be assaulted. (Edit: the story got twisted somewhere along the line and it seems that there was just a TERF involved in reporting the story, and it is not even certain what the politics of the women who were assaulted were, in which case my point still stands, literally nobody should be assaulted and it is not an anti trans conspiracy if someone even vaguely adjacent to TERF-dom experienced assault.)

and finally, other Good Omens fans cannot keep making excuses for him based on technicalities simply to keep their conscience clean or to keep a parasocial relationship in tact because even the most innocent sounding and vaguely legal versions of the story that people are passing around are still markers of incredibly shitty and creepy behavior on his part and he should be held responsible for being shitty and creepy rather than have his fanbase make excuses for a grown ass man. He is in his 60s and he is very famous, he does not need you to defend him for horrible things he has done, and you do not need to parasocially hold on to him. Remember this when he inevitably returns to Tumblr and tries to proceed as normal once he assumes the allegations have been forgotten.

[day-mark]

speaking of bink and bonk 😞💚 thinking about this and how the people who work closely w him clearly think highly of him and care about him ☹️

[foundingfathersyaoi]

ypu gave him backshots yes he yields

[head---ache]

Rouge is aroace to me, she just likes romance and sex as an aesthetic<3

[grokebaby]

Mini bio: Umara

Umara is a flamboyant trans man who can turn into a regular spider or an arachnid monster. He's one of the children of Spider. He has some supernatural abilities. He lives with a traveling theater full of other vaguely monstrous people and he works in costuming and cosmetics, as well as performing in drag and burlesque sometimes. He has a fiery temper and tends to be sassy and snappy, but means well and often does favors for people for the sake of just being kind. He loves observing others face shapes as he's extremely into makeup (performance makeup especially), and loves doing it on interesting faces. He has a stormy relationship with his mother

[karts-pit-of-art]

stuff for @razorlope

[capt-sievert]

How my underage friends looked at me the millisecond I turned 18:

[wishywashysmoshy]

How did Arasha's Brookyln's accent morph over time into a fucked up muppet voice im crying

[bifauxnnen]

I'm not even 100% pro ai but the anti-Ai luddites are truly smth else. It's real funny seeing #those anti AI luddites go all "I'm an atheist and boomers not accepting new technology is cringe. Anyway back to my essay about why Artificial Intelligence is inherently EVILLLL and LACKS A HUMAN SOULLLLLL 🤓🤓🤓" and fail to see any irony

[cats-and-confusion]

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!