#if anyone read this far thank you

[starflungwaddledee]

from: @starflungwaddledee to: @post-it-notes7

message from santa: "happy holidays post-it-notes! 🎄🥳 i know you very politely only wished for a few modest things- characters high fiving, or struggling in christmas attire- but i hope you'll still enjoy this given that i kinda went the opposite direction entirely! i'm an enormous fan of your work and most times you post anything i wind up browsing your art tag from tip-to-tail in enraptured delight. as such, i thought it was only fair i give back something a little more significant in gratitude for all the joy your work has given me. i knew i wanted to do a comic, so i was thrilled you already had a whole storyverse for me to work from!! this scene seemed the most obvious choice (chapter 8 of "wishful thinking" on ao3) given that i enjoy a dramatic fight scene 😂 i tried to stick as beat-by-beat to the writing as i could and worked in as many details as possible; i hope it'll be fun to see it envisioned this way! merry christmas! ~starflung 🎀🔔 "

[katsu28]

to be alone together

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve has to work on valentine’s day, but maybe it’s not as bad as he thought it would be

warnings: none, 1.8k

a/n: u know i had to do a lil something for my steve girlies too <3 went for a more steve centric pov bc he is the definition of pining simp 

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(gif credits to @harringtondaily)

“Kinda sucks that you gotta work tonight.” Robin’s voice through the phone pressed to Steve’s ear was staticky, but still provided a good distraction from the empty video store around him.

It was Valentine’s Day and Steve had been at Family Video since opening, watching couple after couple come in to pretty much clear the romcom shelves, and yeah, he was a little bummed about it, but there was no point moping around about it any longer than he already had been. 

“It’s whatever, honestly. Not like I had any plans to begin with.” He sighed, shifting the receiver so it was wedged between his cheek and shoulder as his fingers drifted down to fiddle with the pen on the counter absentmindedly. 

“Steve, that’s sad.” Robin replied. Steve wrinkled his nose, a slightly offended noise escaping the back of his throat. “No! I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that you should be out and about, having a good time.” 

“You know what’s actually sad? You talking to me instead of paying attention to your date.” He shot back, only half serious. “Where’s Nance?” 

“Oh she’s right here. Say hi, Nance.” 

Steve heard a faint ‘hi Steve’ in the background and he returned the greeting. “What are you guys doing tonight?” 

“She made this really fancy pasta thing for dinner, we’re just waiting on the chicken to finish in the oven and I thought I’d see what was going on with you.” Robin sounded casual, but he knew this was her way of checking up on him since he was the only one on shift all day and she knew how he felt about today. 

“Rob, I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, but I’m fine. It’s really not a big deal.” 

“Why don’t you just close up early, come join us for dinner? We have more than enough food.” 

“You’re seriously inviting me to crash your romantic dinner date with your girlfriend?” He snorted, rolling his eyes playfully. “What does Nancy think of that?” 

There was some shuffling on the other end, a bout of silence, then Robin was back on the line. “She’s giving me a weird look, nevermind. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t my best idea.” 

“I love you both, but you know I can’t.” 

The bell above the door jingled softly, drawing Steve’s attention away from his phone call and to whoever just walked in. 

Shit. It was you. 

You were dressed like you were supposed to be on your date, not here, hair and makeup done up all pretty, floaty dress in his favorite color swishing around your knees as you made your way into the store. It made him wonder if you chose that color on purpose, but he knew that you didn’t. You couldn’t have known you’d be seeing him tonight. Wishful thinking on his end though. 

“Rob, I gotta go,” He blurted, straightening up behind the counter. 

“Wait, what—” 

“I gotta go, she’s—someone’s here, I gotta help her.” 

“She? Oh my god, wait! Is it—” 

“Have a nice date, tell Nance I said bye!” With that, Steve hung up, slamming the receiver onto the base with enough force to send it skittering a few inches. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Steve!” Your previously downturned lips lifted into a smile, one that had Steve’s heart thudding a little faster in his chest. It always did. “I didn’t know you were working tonight.” 

See, you were also part of the reason he decided to take the extra shift today, but through no fault of your own. You’d mentioned earlier in the week while you were hanging out with him and Robin that someone had asked you out for tonight, and Steve didn’t really know how to feel about it. 

You were friends, but had Steve been harboring a crush on you since pretty much the first day you met? Yes. 

Did he feel an itching sense of jealousy that you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him? Also yes. 

Would he do anything about it? Probably not. 

Okay, so maybe he knew exactly how he felt about it. Hell, he’d picked up an extra shift to distract himself from it. 

“Yeah, I got called in last minute." A lie. "Aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” A casual, not at all hoping that it crashed and burned question. That would be mean. (But also a little gratifying for him.)

You chuckled, a tad bitter as you leaned forward, propping your elbows on the counter, the action sending a whiff of your perfume his way. Steve’s knees almost gave out. “Supposed to, yeah. But the guy never showed up.” 

Steve had to fight a noise of surprise. What kind of dumbass would skip out on a date with you? “Really? That’s—that sucks, I’m sorry.” 

“S’okay. Wasn’t really looking forward to it anyways.” 

“Oh?” 

“I didn’t really know him that well, honestly. He was a friend of a friend, asked me out in front of a bunch of people, and I didn’t really wanna turn him down and make it awkward.” 

“You’re way too nice, Y/N. And he’s an idiot for standing you up.” 

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled warmly at him, patting his hand. Steve had to pretend his pulse wasn’t racing right now. “What about you? Why’re you here and not out with anyone?” 

“I, uh—I didn’t really feel like going out tonight. Don’t think I’d be a very good date anyways.”

“Oh, you’re just being modest. What girl wouldn’t wanna spend Valentine’s Day with Steve Harrington?” 

The one girl he wanted to spend this day with, he thought. You. 

“You’d be surprised.” He muttered. 

“Well then they’re idiots too.” 

A small smile quirked his lips. “Thanks.” 

“Hey, I just came to pick up some movies and spend the rest of my night shoveling down ice cream, but since we’re both here now and alone, d’you wanna…be alone together? Grab a bite to eat or do something?” 

Steve’s shoulders slumped defeatedly. “I’d love to, but I—I can’t. I gotta stay here til the end of my shift, Keith’s been on my ass about taking off early and as much as I hate the guy, I don’t wanna get fired.” 

“Oh, okay. Don’t worry about it, I’m, uh—it’s cool.” Was he hallucinating, or did you look disappointed? 

“Would you maybe wanna, I dunno, stay here? We can watch whatever you want and I know where Robin keeps her work snack stash. That way we can be alone together and I don’t get chewed out again?” Steve blurted hopefully. He was honestly expecting you to say no. Why would you wanna spend the rest of your already shitty night with him in a dingy video store? But then your face split into the biggest smile and you nodded, rocking forward on the balls of your feet earnestly. “Go pick something out, I’ll grab the snacks.” 

You scurried off to browse the near bare shelves, leaving Steve shaking his head amusedly in your wake as he watched you skim the tapes with a look of utmost concentration. He slipped into the back room to grab Robin’s last unopened bag of chips, making a mental note to buy more before tomorrow’s shift before returning to the video area.

He skimmed the store, spotting you in the romcom section, and when he made his way over, you were contemplating the last two tapes on the shelf. 

You beamed at him upon spotting him. “Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles?” 

“Am I allowed to say neither?” 

“You said whatever I want, Steve.” You said pointedly, propping your hands on your hips. 

“I did, didn’t I?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. You let out a hum of pleasure, sliding your chosen movie off the shelf and wandering towards the TV in the corner. Steve hurried after you quickly, plucking the tape from between your fingertips and running away, not unlike a child would. 

“Steve!” You huffed, whirling on your heel. He grinned mischievously at you, waving it in the air like a taunt. You caught up with him within seconds, lunging for the tape that he held up above his head and away from your outstretched hand. Your body was pressed against his as you reached for it, as you leaned against him in a fruitless attempt to overpower him. “Steve, gimme the tape!” 

“No!” He laughed, but that laughter very soon trickled off as soon as he realized your proximity. You were so close, he could see the color of your eyes clear as day, looking right back at him. You’d fallen quiet too, as if you’d come to the same realization. 

You were nose to nose, faces a hair’s breadth away from each other, the stolen tape in Steve’s hands long forgotten. Every fiber in his body was telling him to pull away, because the longer he stayed here the weirder it would be when he finally did manage to retreat, but no matter how hard he willed himself to move, he couldn’t. Instead, his eyes flicked down to your lips. Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly. 

“Steve?” You whispered, gaze darting around his own face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Kiss me.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Steve dropped the tape immediately, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips against yours. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you firm but kissing you soft, like he was preparing himself to pull away if you did. But from the way you were returning his kiss, how your hands clutched at the front of his vest to keep him this close, it didn’t feel like you’d be pulling away anytime soon, and that spurred him on even more. 

One hand slid down to settle at your waist, the other curling around the back of your neck as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss just a little bit. 

Steve’s lips felt tingly when he pulled away, tasted of your cherry lip gloss when his tongue darted out to lick them. He was sure to have a little bit on his mouth now, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not by a long shot. Cherry might’ve just become his new favorite flavor. 

“I really like you.” He breathed, chest heaving against yours. Your lips curved into a soft smile—the same smile that nearly sent Steve’s brain short circuiting every time it was aimed his way. 

“After that kiss, I’d sure hope so,” You replied, smoothing out his wrinkled shirt as best you could. “I like you too, just so you know. Part of the reason I was so okay with my date ditching me. He wasn’t you.” 

Steve could only beam at you, going in for another kiss. In his excitement, he missed his mark, hitting the corner of your mouth instead, but he didn’t care. The girl he wanted all along actually liked him back, and it only took one failed date and an extra shift to find out. 

Maybe working on Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all. 

[emily-e-draws]

catventurers meowlphabet (first half) 😽✨

[citrushomie]

gumiku as this photo i found on pinterest

[mitchmotch]

i was commissioned by @achinga to draw vash and milly! they're so silly :)

[rivalmelty]

they are fukuzawa’s boys, adopted twins, and menaces to the yokohama police

(pls do not tag as beast)

[jojo-schmo]

I made myself a personal playlist with the fnaf songs I like (because wow I’ve missed out on like five years of bangers and need to catch up!!). I thought I would make myself a playlist cover with my precious Helpy bear to inspire even more joy from it!! He stole/borrowed DJ Music Man’s headphones. :3

[subtitledink13]

I'm hoping someone else might find this interesting, because I still can't believe it and it brings me joy.

I want to preface this by saying I'm not very good with plants. They usually don't last long in my care.

I've had an orchid I've managed to keep alive since 2019. It's one of the big white fluffy ones and I had just finished Good Omens season 1 when I got it so I named it Aziraphale.

Aziraphale hasn't had flowers since 2019. I tried and tried, but I couldn't get it happy enough to bloom.

Around the end of June or the beginning of July I noticed a new flower spike.

A few days before season 2 dropped, it had flowers again.

I know it's all a coincidence, but it's funny to me how it all lined up.

Update: Firstly I want to say thank you to everyone who has liked and reblogged this so far because wow I've never posted anything that's gotten more than a handful of likes so thank you very much.

I got Aziraphale a companion recently.

I'm hesitant to call it Crowley just yet, because it is another bromeliad and if you've read the tags you know the first one didn't end well... but we're remaining optimistic.

I did learn after I brought it home and did some research that this type of bromeliad is known as a flaming sword, because of course it is, so it has that going for it.

Also I'm still relatively new to tumblr so I'm not sure if this is the best way to update a post or not...

[theroseeatsribs]

silly comic

[plulp]

I NEED A DOCTOR!!!

[pande-monty-um]

A WIP I'll probably never finish of the Seeds lol. Inspired by ghostrider.

Increase the brightness for better quality! :)

Thank you @221bfakerstreet for the inspo for Johns design!

[sparky-is-spiders]

Tag Game Thing I Think?

Tagged by @jayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya. I assume I answer these four catagories? Looks fun but also I don't think I've ever done this before.

Last song listened to: Virgin by Manchester Orchestra

Currently reading: Nothing atm.

Currently watching: Nothing, really. Dad has Premier League soccer on the TV but I'm not really paying attention to it.

Current obsession: Never not thinking about Jon Jarchivist, but currently je and jongertrude are on brain rotation, and some theories/headcanons about Archivisting and getting the fear marks. Also thinking about the lizard crew always.

Guess I'll tag @amythestvaporeonbackup, @in-between-nothing, and @voidandfyre

[themadknightuniverse]

what about lalo taking care of a drunk nacho. or vice versa

Lalo taking care of drunk Nacho:

"Ay, Com' on Nachito! This way!" Lalo says as he guides an unsteady Nacho to the Javelin. Nacho said he would be the one to drive them home, but that was before Tuco challenged him in drinking shots, and he finally gave in to the blatant and stupid defiance when Lalo murmured against his ear that he could drive them home. Luckily he didn't drink much at the time. And so now he was in charge of a very drunk Nacho, the most drunk he ever seen him, and they've been together for a while now, married even, so that was saying a lot. But Lalo didn't mind. He loved to take care of his Nachito.

So he installs him in the passenger seat, tucking his belt tight, and it's not easy to do with a clingy Nacho. Because yes, alcohol tended to transform that man into a giant koala. He has to detach Nacho's hands from his shirt, from his shoulders, and kisses both his hands, promising to take care of him once they're home. It barely makes the little pout disappear on Nacho's face, but it's enough to let Lalo drive them to their home.

Nacho is calm during the trip, saying little nothings, making some non sense analysis of life in general, none of them leading anywhere, but it's always in those moments that Nacho reveals how interested in life he actually is. His interests are multiple, diverse, and under the non sense there is his whole sensitivity to existence. Lalo loves it. It's stupidly endearing to hear his husband like this. When they arrive, Nacho doesn't give Lalo any chance to simply drag him away, no. Nacho clings to Lalo's neck with all his might, and Lalo can do anything but to carry Nacho like the koala he is, Nacho's arms around his shoulders, his legs around his waist, and even drunk Nacho's strength is just as astonishing. By the time they reach the bedroom, Lalo has kicked his shoes away, and climb on the bed with Nacho still attached to him, and lies down with him. After some sweet kisses all over Nacho's neck and face, he relaxes and lets go enough for Lalo to get free. Lalo guides Nacho into the removal of his too tight shirt, Nacho complaining a bit at being moved but still doing it. Lalo then gets up and removes Nacho's shoes, his socks, then his jeans, leaving him just in his shorts. By the time he's done, Nacho is snoring softly. Lalo goes to fetch a tall glass of water, some aspirin, and a bucket, just in case. Nacho did really drank a lot, but maybe the copious amount of food they ate at the family party would help. He installs everything on Nacho's side of the bed, and joins him too after getting rid of the same clothes. He covers them with the thin bed sheet, more than enough in this spring night. He gathers Nacho into his arms, who sighs heavily once he's settled again Lalo's chest, face still harboring a little flush with the effect of the drinks. And there is no other place Lalo would rather be. With no one else but Ignacio Salamanca in his arms.

Nacho taking care of drunk Lalo:

Lalo wouldn't keep his hand to himself during the whole drive to his place. Nacho has to tell him time and time again to stop, that he's driving, and Lalo would always say "oh, right, right!", slump back in his seat, before coming back like he had forgotten the next minute. They do reach Lalo's guest house in Albuquerque in one piece. Nacho doesn't even try to push Lalo away when he parks the car, he just shut the door on his face when the man tries to grab his leg on his way out. Nacho goes to unlock the door of the house, and by the time he comes back to the car, Lalo is standing by it, leaning heavily on it to stay up. Nacho passes his arm over his shoulders, and guides him toward the entrance of the house. On the short way there, Lalo is amazed by every flower —even if most of them are closed, it's night time, Lalo—, the night sky, or even the large flat stones leading to the door, and he would try to step on each of them without touching the grass. Of course it makes it all more difficult for Nacho and he sighs in exasperation. They get inside at some point, and Lalo insist on removing his shoes, "I can't go in there with my shoes on Nachito, tio would be so angry if i did !". And Nacho, tired with all the man's antics, would love to remind him that his precious tio can't say a single word anymore, and for god sake Lalo you shouldn't even be listening to that old shit of a man anymore, but he knows how important family is to Lalo, so he doesn't say anything. He still groans in annoyance when Lalo insists that he removes his own too. The man is drunk, but not enough to be out of it. Nacho then guides him to the bedroom, glad this house is a single story, because Lalo is not light to transport. By the time he drops Lalo on the bed, Nacho has break into a sweat. Next time he should try to carry the man instead of dragging him, it sure would be easier. Lalo would certainly love that. Maybe he shouldn't then.

Nacho walks around the room, deaf to Lalo's calls, who keeps asking him to give him some water, to puff up his pillow, and "please come to bed Nachito, I love you so so much cariño, you're the light of my life, te amo mi corazón, por favor, te quiero mucho" and Nacho would just leave the room to take a shower while Lalo still calls for him with sweet names. Nacho takes his time showering, using a soap he knows Lalo likes the most. When he comes back in the room, it's with a large glass of water and some aspirin for when Lalo would wake up later. He sits on the bed next to Lalo, helps him sipping a bit of water in his half asleep state. Then he puffs up Lalo's pillow like he asked and loved, and lowers him on it. Nacho lies on his side, facing Lalo, and his cold mask slowly disappears as Lalo looks at him with such affection it's almost an eerie sight. No matter how often it happened yet. Lalo shifts on the bed until he is in Nacho's arms, who moves to lay on his back, Lalo tucked under his arm, his head resting on his shoulder. "You're so good to me cariño. So kind. No puedo vivir sin ti." Nacho chuckles at how much Lalo's affection, his love, makes him blind. He finds it endearing, but he doesn't even try to admit that. Nacho loves to torture him by not responding to all his calls, making him wait, keeping an upper hand. He never returns his affectionate words and nicknames. But in reality he was giving Lalo a lot of himself, no matter how much he delayed it, he always ended up showing his own affection, his own love. They were both blind idiots. "Te amo con todo mi corazón. Te amo para siempre... mi vida... mi rei.." Lalo says as sleep catches up with him, slowly, so unlike the usual way he falls asleep. Nacho kisses Lalo's hair, the top of his head, the arm bracing his shoulders squeezing Lalo a bit closer to him. His voice is barely over a whisper when he answers for the first time, admitting it only to himself and a passed out Lalo. "Mi corazón está donde tú estés, Eduardo." Lalo squeezes him back in his sleep, as if he heard him, or sensed his confession, his affection. And Nacho sighs as he breathes in the faint perfume of Lalo's hair gel, fingers caressing the little curls at the base of his neck, and lets sleep carry his consciousness away too.

translation: No puedo vivir sin ti -> I can’t live without you. Te amo con todo mi corazón -> I love you with all my heart. Te amo para siempre -> I love you forever Mi corazón está donde tú estés -> My heart is where you are.

[emry-stars-art]

Okay so the hurt/comfort is like exactly my favourite things all in one post but the image got me thinking, because of the scars on Abram's back looking like lashing scars and I imagine that nevermore used that technique again when Abram is forced back there, so I wonder if Abram has issues around riding horses due to the sound of riding crops and if a lot of the language of riding sits in that tool/animal dynamic that it makes travel difficult.

Just some thoughts the post made me think, feel free to ignore :)

Oh my goddddd that works so perfectly 😭

Yes they are lashing scars!! I think it was an “urge him to continue” thing on top of the punishments so Abram is just. Covered in them and yes I’m technically the one responsible here and yes it still hurts both things can be true lmao. YEAH hearing a whip or crop would Not be good for his health I think you’re so right… I don’t have a read in my head on how the language would work or play into it but that is absolutely a possibility, there’s got to be like at least one thing that really gets to him and it’s terrible for travel. But it’s another one of those necessary evils so when they really have to, Day and/or Andrew would just have to let Abram dissociate for a while and no one feels good about it but how else are they gonna get around

Thank you so much for your thoughts, together we can make this the angstiest it can possibly be 💪🥲 glad you’re enjoying it!

[whygrianwhengrain]

ok I know third life was forever ago (or whatever) but I have seen so much art of that scene where scar is like "you may slay me and take the enchanter" so I NEED to talk about it because boy do I have feelings

Because Grian came in completely prepared to kill Scar and win this thing, and I have no doubt that if Scar had fought back Grian would have killed him because it's all about the actual winning, right?

But the thing is - Scar didn't fight back. Scar was completely prepared to just let Grian kill him, because in his eyes Grian deserved it. Grian had done so much for him to protect him and get both of them as far as they were, and so in his eyes it would only be fair that Grian got to win - after all, Scar got this far only because of Grian.

That's what made Grian hesitate - because it made him remember who he was killing. This was Scar, his best friend, the person he'd been allied with the whole series, the person he had fought to protect the entire series, and he was just sitting down and letting Grian kill him?

Grian couldn't kill him because it was Scar. If he had fought back, Grian would have killed him easily, but Scar would never have fought back, so Grian couldn't bring himself to kill him so easily.

(I mean sure Grian killed him in the end, but he made sure it was a fair fight and I'm pretty sure they only fought because the ghosts demanded it.)

Anyway, rant over.

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~