#instead of sleeping

[moderndaypandora]

Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.

Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?

Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]

Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest

Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.

Hob: And you said?
 Dream: "My thanks. you as well."

Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.

Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.

Hob: Understandable.

Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?

Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.

Dream: <3

[dracaspina]

Most of the Muppets are left-handed because most puppeteers are right-handed. They usually gesture with their left hands, but this is most obvious when playing instruments. (If you don't know, on guitar-like instruments you strum with your dominant hand.)

Kermit? Plays banjo left-handed.

The Electric Mayhem? Left-handed guitar and bass.

All the Muppets are lefties!

[fuckmymunson]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬 <𝟑.

18+!, smut, (forced) pregnancy, gaslighting, yandere!Eddie, basically trying to brainwash reader♡..... Did it before bed, so sorry for any typos and errors hehe,,, I know this is horrible, just go to sleep too!, I love you Eddie, let me have your children ♡

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Eddie knew you were born to succeed. To be a ruler of the world, to run away from this godawful shitty town. You were beautiful, strong, independent, you were ready to eat the world in a single bite.

I mean, that's why he fell in love with you. All the confidence you radiated, how you glowed, how you had that determination in your eyes. You attracted him like bees to a big, sweet honeypot. Eddie tried to convince himself that once you graduated, you were going to get a huge scholarship on a prestigious university and live the life you were born for.

But when that day arrived, he found himself unable to let you go.

He cried, he cupped your face in his cold hands, reeking of weed and beer, and begged for you to never leave him. He looked heartbroken, and you knew that a heartbroken Eddie was the thing you hated the most. You tried to, you really did, but there was no way you would give up your whole future a boy, even if that boy was Eddie Munson, the love of your life.

"Eddie." You cried, struggling between hiccups. "I can't stay. I can't. I don't want to live in Hawkins forever, that's not the life I want for me."

"Please, angel." He kissed you, desperately. He kissed you as his life depended on it. "Please. Don't."

Eddie had a backup plan. Like he always did.

He lied, and he felt guilty just for lying, not for what he was about to do.

"Let me hold you one last time, angelcakes." He whispered, hiding his teary face in the crook of your neck. "Please. I love you."

"I love you too, Eds."

It was loving, sensual, sweet. Eddie kissed every inch of your skin, as if it was the last time he would. He left extra marks, to let everyone know that you had a lover waiting for you, back at home. Between sweet little nothings, promises, soft, slow kisses, you were drunk in his image, his touch, his scent. You were drunk in the Eddie Munson.

"I love you. I love you." Eddie kissed your shoulder, spreading your legs, cupping your face, purposely dragging your gaze from the upcoming union of your bodies. "I love you." He repeated, a little bit louder.

To hide the slight sound of the condom being unrolled from his cock.

"I love you, Eddie." You were so dizzy, so lost in pleasure and love, and in pain too, because the melancholy was still there, knowing this would be the last time you had him in your arms.

He slid in, and you thought about how good it felt, it felt different, it felt better. Maybe because it was the last time. His thrusts were slow too, enjoying every moment, lost in the way your silk, dripping pussy clenched around him, nothing standing in the delicious sensation of his bare cock against your walls.

"It feels s—so good, baby." You moaned, arching your back gracefully and pressing your gorgeous breasts against his chest. "Fuck."

"You're so tight, angel." He groaned, speeding up. "Shit— So good f'me, so sweet. My beautiful girlfriend. Mine. Mine." He continued rambling, and you adored it. This was your Eddie, the cheesy lover, your devoted worshipper.

"Yours." You complied. Sealing your destiny.

His rough fingertips against your clit worked wonders to drag you to that dizzy, adored subspace. You mumbled, you cried, you whined for more, for him. You were overwhelmed by the love, the lust, and you came, screaming his name, the moon and the stars being the only witnesses of your first love. A few seconds later, Eddie did too, inside you, like he always did.

He kept talking, whispering the same little nothings, the same prayers, the signature Eddie Munson's love language, to distract you from the way his cum slid down your swollen, puffy cunt. He offered you a warm bath, one you didn't hesitated to accept. Your back pressed against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, hearing your quiet sniffles.

But Eddie, he was praying. Praying for his plan to work♡.

The next morning, you woke up in his arms, treasuring the night before as one of the best ones in your whole life.

Eddie, dear, dear Eddie, was thrilled.

You were his.

♡˚✧₊⁎

Eddie was in his room, alone. His uncle was away for a few days, so while blasting his favorite mixtape, he didn't heard the first time you knocked on the door, or the second, or the third time.

Until you banged your fist against his window, he jolted, rushing his bare feet towards the front door.

There you were, crying, with puffy red eyes, and carrying a big box, and your backpack.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

You sobbed against his chest, shaking uncontrollably. Your words were confusing, a mere blur, but Eddie already knew what was going on, and he was glad you were still whining on his chest, so he could hide the pleased smirk in his pretty face.

"Angelcakes." He said, cupping your flushed cheeks, kissing your tears away. "What happened?"

As if he didn't knew the answer.

"Eddie." You whined his name, with adorable glassy eyes. Goddess, he just wanted to eat you whole. "M—My parents... they... I—" Another sob rocked your body, making you shiver. "I'm pregnant."

He used every ounce of self control he had left, to suppress the sick, wide grin that threatened his lips. He just brushed your hair, kissing your forehead.

"We'll figure it out together, my love." He placed a hand on top of your stomach, rubbing his thumb lovingly. "I promise you I'll be there for both of you."

"Please d—don't leave me."

"I will never leave you, princess."

You didn't realized how serious he was.

"What about school?" He asked, and he sighed when you broke into painful sobs again.

"My p—parents say that they won't help m—me with the moving E—Eddie, no money, no car, I have nothing!" 

That was a lie, you had him.

What else could you ask for?

"You don't need 'em, baby." He kissed your lips, holding back a groan at the salty taste of your tears in his mouth. "You have me, I'll do anything you need, anything you want, name it, it's yours." He meant every word. "You don't need the rest of the world when you're with me, because I am your whole world, just like you're my whole world, right?"

You nodded, sniffing.

"That's right, princess. We'll sort this together, we can do it. I'll get a job, you can stay here in the trailer with me, you know Wayne adores you. For you, for us, for our little family. You don't need anyone else, your parents don't matter now, okay? Only us. You will stay here with me, okay? Yes, yes baby. My baby. My beautiful girl. Mine."

"Yours, Eddie." You gave him a shy smile, and you could literally see the hearts flying around his head.

"Mine."

[aut189]

Your prompt:

Shawn: I turned out perfectly fine!

Gus: Shawn, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Shawn: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

[dozyrogue]

I enjoy morally sound characters

Like the characters that no matter what they been through what they believe in is what they believe in

Its one of the main reasons I found purgatory so cool because it kinda showed that when push comes to shove people can and will changed,, I mean look at bolas.... That's it LMAO

no but seriously cellbit was someone most of the island would turn to with their mysterys and federation problem or just anything unusual because of the head he had on his shoulders

Everything about Phil lol

But these people who were highly respected on the island ended up on purgatory and the eye told them this is a test and that they will lose themselves, and they did all of that. bolas fucking lost their shit. I've mentioned this before (I think) that the only time we really got to see remnants of other island Phil is the battel with him and tubbo.

Anyways what I want to talk about is tubbo (not a big surprise for me lmao)

in purgatory 1 tubbo was a good leader made good strategies but was very naive and some would say foolish for making deals that hurt his team or even put his team in danger. I'm pointing at the blue/green tie thing like his team could have literally been bye byed then what???

But now in purgatory 2 hes leader again, and purg 1 mans was changed don't get me wrong b u t in purg 2 hes still himself maybe a little tougher (mans went c r a z y with the chainsaws it was great) and still wants to play mostly fair. he gave an opponent his shield during a fight to even out their fight for no reason but hes playing dirty as well, he found cellbits and bagheras waystone tped into raccoons base took their water bottles and kept it pushing.

Today in the capture the flag game apparently before hand aimsey made a deal with cyan that they would cross team. basically they wouldnt get kills from the other team and avoid killing eachother but they could still get the others flags.

When tubbo finally showed up aimsey tried to explain this and that "shubble promised" and was desperately trying to convince tubbo that they would keep their end of the deal.

But tubbo have been through this before, he knows deals and betrayals like the back of his hand, he kept repeating and repeating that it won't work out kinda falling on deaf ears and the moment cyan tried to kill orange he immediately retaliated.

He was right he was the prophet I guess, but he did respect his team and waited until they turned on him and went for them immediately. Its just very cool to see him be the one to give the warnings and aimsey acting like him in purgatory 1

He respected their efforts let play through even tho he knows the game to show them first hand that this is purgatory maybe??

I just think its cool that even after everything hes been through, hes been through so much, purgatory tried to break him, change him, make him a sinner. Even then he would keep his morals even if it is shifted some.

Hes himself to a fault and he will trust his team no matter what.

[itsangrynar]

Fruit bat is happy

[ratedfleur]

OH MY GOD KAMDEN LOOKS SCRUMDILIUMCIOUS

[ghestie-nun]

remember the mandrake that accidentally grew in primo’s apron pocket? it’s now plushia’s new best friend and his name is jefree

[rustycamo]

The dawn chorus

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their sound crosses my room.

I don't think I've slept.

And angry and bright, the sun rises soon.

I missed another night.

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their melody- their cacophony- of trills finds me awake yet again

[fuckmymunson]

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐄.𝐌

a/n: Trying to write with a broken heart, excuse any typos, of course not proofread, love y'all, thank you for always brightening my heart ♡. Probably the too small and rushed, but I really liked this initial thought ):

cw: Stalker/Perv!Eddie, masturbation, brief mention of pubic hair, thoughts of sex (vaginal and kinda anal?), 18+.

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Eddie bit his lower lip, wrapping a large hand around his hard cock, pressing his back against the cold corrugated steel of his trailer. A thin layer of sweat coated his pale skin as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He wouldn't miss the sight of you fresh out of the shower for anything in the damn world.

His chocolate eyes roamed unashamedly your naked form. You always forget to close the drapes. Fine with him, though. The towel pooled at your ankles and Eddie gasped in ecstasy. Tiny bits of water slid down your body, and he could only wish it was another thing sliding down your abdomen, your thighs…

Eddie loved your body. He worshiped every single inch of your body, if he could, he would kiss the ground you step on. Eddie adored how carefree you acted when you thought you were alone, and how genuine your attitude was. Eddie loved seeing you being you. His cock twitched against his palm when you turned around, facing the window, raising your arms to dry your hair. God, he would give everything just to wrap you in his arms and bury his face on your tits, to inhale your scent, your natural self, so fresh and hot. His eyes darted down almost immediately to your thighs, once again imagining how good they must feel around his head, suffocating him.

It was wrong, he was practically invading your privacy, but it wasn't his fault you were so beautiful and desirable. Eddie wasn’t guilty of his actions, at all. Why? Because at the end of the day it was his teeny tiny little secret, and, because he knew sooner or later, you would be his.

A heavy shiver ran through his spine, and he helplessly came with a gagged moan, hot ropes of his cum coating his hand and his white reeboks. Eddie groaned in frustration, he didn't mean to finish that quickly.

But seeing the adorable patch of hair between your legs did it for him. He wanted to bury his face between your legs, nibble your wet folds and bump his nose into your clit. He wanted to fuck you with his tongue and be coated with your slick, with your essence. Eddie was drunk at the mere thought of you.

Tucking his soft cock inside his tight black jeans, he whined pathetically when you bent down to pick up the towel, and he couldn't help but wonder how good you would feel bending over and letting him slap your precious, plump ass with his large hands, spreading your cheeks as he's pounding relentlessly on you, shaping your tight gorgeous pussy to the shape of his fat cock, before spitting right into your pretty asshole and teasing it with his thumb.

He got carried away in his dreams, in his nastiest fantasies and desires, immersing himself on the idea of your sweet voice moaning his name, tugging his black curls as he devoured you. Eddie was lost in his little daydream.

“Eddie?”

He blinked once, twice.

“Eddie?” It was Wayne, who was just leaving for his night shift. “It’s almost 1 am, what are you doing here?”

He looked back at your window, the curtains were closed, and the lights were off.

“Yeah, sorry, I just needed some air,” Eddie said, kicking a few rocks and tucking his hands in his pockets, trying to wipe off the cum stains.

Inside his trailer, he locked the door of his bedroom, and from under his filthy pillow, he grabbed one of your t-shirts, the one he stole from the cheap wire you hang up your clothes on. The scent of the fabric softener was replaced with his own musk, the strong scent of cigarettes and weed, and the dry residues of his cum.

Perhaps he could pay you a small visit one of these days

[aut189]

Your prompt:

Shawn, texting Juliet : Juliet ! Help I’m being kidnapped

Lassiter: Where are you?

Shawn: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Juliet : I’ll call Lassiter.

Lassiter, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Juliet : Where’s Shawn? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Lassiter: Shawn? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Lassiter:

Lassiter: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Lassiter: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Shawn: WHO ARE YOU?!

[timetravelingpenguin1066]

Well done, my prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time. I don't give a shit about tourneys.

Criston Cole & Aemond 'One-Eye' Targaryen Fabien Frankel & Ewan Mitchell

House of the Dragon: Season 1, Episode 8 The Lord of the Tides

[theodoradevlin]

in lieu of sleeping i made a playlist with drums instead (because it will definitely help me sleep):

[iris-of-the-eye]

Is this their dynamic or are you lying? /lh

The Annual Institute Holiday Party™, Elias and Peter are getting divorced in the background.