#i don't know if i like this

[codezraxx]

HII GUYSS!!! I'm back with another Pedro drawing...!! This time it's grumpy pink shirt Javi 🩷

[shaunashipman]

It waited, summers came, winters came.

[marvins-linguinie]

corroded coffin got nominated for a grammy. eddie wants steve to be there, but it's in la and steve hasn't ever left hawkins. eddie decides to tell him, and assure him that it's okay, and that eddie doesn't have to be there, but steve protests. steve suggests that the kids come along, that way, when they leave hawkins, he won't have anything to worry about. the first kid they go to is max. eddie explains the situation, and max says no at first, until steve tells her that kate bush will be there too. next, they go to will and el. will says yes without hesitation. two checked off.

el, however has a lot of questions. "what is a grammy?" "how do we get there?" "why?" eventually, she agrees. steve tells lucas, and he agrees, as long as max goes. mike agrees to go, as long as will goes. steve sits dustin down, and has a long, off topic conversation with him, until eddie finally just asks. he agrees. the week before, eddie took each of the kids to his fashion designer to have them fitted for their outfits. the night before, steve triple checked that the tickets for their flight were purchased.

everyone slept over at steve and eddie's house, so it would be simple for them to get to the airport on time. this was not the case. yes, steve walked through the house, yelling for everyone to get up, and keep in mind, this was 4 in the morning. everyone was on edge, arguing, pushing past one another. around 6am, they finally got all of their suitcases packed into the car. everyone got in, and steve started speeding to the airport, claiming that if they missed their flight, he was going to be pissed.

turns out, they arrive with an hour to spare. steve and eddie sit down and drink some coffee, while the rest of the kids bicker. when they're called to board, the all get on, and the flight is mostly silent, except for the crying babies and max and lucas arguing about something. their plane lands, and cc gets escorted to a car, trying to lay low and avoid the paparazzi. steve and the kids are told to get in a different car, and as they drive away, paparazzi chases both cars. steve hasn't noticed how famous cc really is. they live in a small, empty town.

yeah, sometimes when they're walking downtown together, people will want an autograph, but that's practically nothing. the cars park in front of a large house, and they're guided inside. make-up artists, and fashion designers steal the kids, one by one, and then steve. cc is nowhere in sight. steve hasn't worn make-up since 89', and that's because eddie wanted to put eyeliner on steve. they blend some type of powder into his face, and style his hair.

he gets handed a suit and led to a changing room. this place has to be bigger than his parents house. steve quickly changed into his suit and was led back outside into a limousine. the kids were already dressed and waiting for him. cc squeezed into the limo with the rest of them, and they took off. corroded coffin's manager went over all of the rules, and told the kids how to respond to certain questions.

once they arrive to the red carpet, they all sperate. steve stays with eddie, though. they get asked about their marriage, and who the young adults that showed up with them are. soon, the ceremony began. cc was nominated for a few categories: best group performance, best metal performance, and album of the year. ozzy ended up winning best metal performance, and metallica won best group performance. their last chance was album of the year. if they didn't win, they were still honored to be at the grammys, let alone be nominated for three categories.

when they announced that corroded coffin had won, it took eddie a bit to process it. when it finally sunk in, cc ran into stage. steve wrote eddie a speech to say just in case corroded coffin won. eddie pulled the speech out of his pocket, shook his head, and balled it up, shoving it back into his pocket.

"hi." he says, ignoring the feedback from the microphone. "wow. this is um.. this is wild. i mean, we've spent our entire lives working together in corroded coffin, and never in a thousand years, did we think we would be standing on this stage. i want to thank a lot of people, but there's one person in particular. he um.. he wrote what i was supposed to say for this, actually, but he didn't mention someone. the person who made it possible for corroded coffin to be here. himself. when we would have to stay late in the studio, he would bring us all dinner. he would stay up until i got home. and, he made sure to make time for me. this is actually his first time out of our hometown, and he demanded that he come with. steve is the most selfless person i know. he's also my favorite person. if you guys knew him, you would understand where im coming from. so, i want to dedicate this grammy to steve. i love you stevie. thank you all!" the audience shifted to cheers and applause.

eddie ran off stage, cc following behind, and steve met him with a kiss. tears were running down both of the boy's faces. maybe leaving hawkins wasn't so bad after all.

[loserdiaz]

Now we're stressed and depressed and we're going 'round again in an emotional blender.

But we just can't keep away when you know me like you do.

—BLENDER by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

[femmeetart]

I have a way out. Interested?

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Write

@wolfstarmicrofic

A thick droplet of ink formed at the very tip of the quill, slowly gaining weight. Sirius gave a low curse when it finally gave in and splashed down, staining the perfectly white sheet of parchment he had before him.

He vanished the splash and returned the sheet to its pristine state but wasn't any closer to actually writing something. He just continued staring, trying to mesmerize the sheer whiteness to spread words on its own, and being mesmerized in turn.

He flinched, when a hand suddenly touched his back and spread warmth between his shoulder blades, but relaxed again with Remus' voice by his ear. “What are you writing?”

“A letter. Not that I... get anywhere.”

“What about? To whom?” With anyone else it would have been unpleasantly inquisitive, but he could tell, his dearest was just curious.

“My cousin. I heard she has a kid now. Thought it was as good an opportunity as any to... build bridges.”

Remus was all for burying the hatchet, if possible, he knew. “Then why is the sheet empty?”

“Because I am better at burning them down than building them anew. Also... I didn't know, what you would think. They were... on the other side...”

It prompted a long silence, in which emotions floated over Remus' face in small waves, fighting each other – sadness and guilt, anger and pity, stubbornness and forgiveness.

“I just thought...” Sirius sighed. “I learned it from you. And James...” He couldn't help the twitch of pain that still went through him every time he thought of him. “She... never had someone to learn from. How can she see, if no one ever showed her?”

A smile spread and then Remus kissed his cheek. “Do you think she would come over, if we invited her?”

[a-ms-things]

STARISH TOURS 1.

no le entiendo nada🙃

bilibili: yumehara_raito

Tokiya has black hair, wth?

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[nouverx]

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

[callisteios]

i made a character uquiz. i 100% promise you that you will get a character you know AND like

[marvins-linguinie]

steddie at the movies

steve: don't eat all the popcorn. the movie hasn't even started yet.

eddie: it's starting. shut up.

[fast forward halfway through the movie]

eddie: WHAT!?

steve: SHH!

eddie: no, but you don't get it, steve. it was her mom. the whole time, her mom was involved in her kidnapping, and then-

steve: i know. can i have some popcorn?

eddie: HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW?!?

steve: eddie-

eddie: oh my god. i can't believe this. it was...

steve: eddie, it's not over. now be quiet. and, can i have some of the popcorn?

eddie: sure.

steve: you ate ALL OF IT?!

eddie: steve, im trying to watch the movie

steve: you know what? you're buying dinner.

eddie: we're eating in a restaurant?

steve: no. we're ordering pizza.

eddie: but we always order pizza!

steve: ... fine.

eddie: this is amazing. but can we split the bill? i don't have my wallet.

steve: i.. how are we gonna split the bill, if you don't have your wallet??

eddie: i have my ways.

[shopcat]

the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[kozzax]

It's times like these, when Grian refers to snails as molluscs and gastropods, that I remember he has a degree in marine biology. In retrospect this makes the fishing arc funnier I think.