#monster milk duds

[furrbbyx]

Fuck yes. These ads r back and it looks like we got a few new story lines

[shieldofiron]

When I See You Smile

Also on Ao3

He can't pretend it doesn't hurt a little.

Dustin and Mike Wheeler chatter about it on Max's little radio, how Eddie and Steve are spending so much time together, and how Steve had come out to them very seriously as bi, and Eddie was gay so they were hoping...

And Billy's hopes, the tiny thread of hope that he'd been nourishing without realizing it, withered and died right there.

Because Munson is a dealer, and kinda loud and annoying. But Billy is a murderer. He still has nightmares about it, waking Max and Susan some nights. What kind of monster kills their own father, inter-dimensional parasite or not? And it wasn't like Billy had been some kind of catch before that.

Steve smiles when Billy comes by the store anyway. Like he's not a murderer, a puppet for an inter-dimensional being, but a person. They had the same taste in movies, and sometimes they would sit there just talking for hours. Steve had been nice after starcourt, and it had made the crush that Billy had secretly harbored in high school bloom into a full on infatuation.

One sided infatuation, apparently.

So it was real cute, actually. Munson and Ste-Harrington. He decided that it would be cute, and it wouldn't hurt any more. Hell, if Munson and Harrington started dating, maybe then...

He didn't know what maybe was, but he was trying to be positive about the whole thing.

And when he sees the van parked by the video store, he just turns right around.

"Racking up those late fees, huh," Steve says with a grin when he finally does bring them back.

"Got a lot on my mind," Billy mumbles in response, hurrying because he thought he saw the van pull into the lot. And he's fine with Steve dating whoever he wants, of course Steve can date whoever he wants.

Billy just doesn't have to be there while it happens.

"Wait, uh..." Steve ducks his head down, and his hair falls over his eyes in that adorable way that makes Billy want to brush it back behind his ear. "How'd you like Ladyhawke?"

Billy glances back over his shoulder, his heart racing when he sees Munson waltzing up, "Good. Gotta go, Steve."

"Wait-"

"You are never going to believe the news I have for you, big boy," Munson smacks the door open and Billy winces.

"See ya," Billy waves his tapes in the air and ducks out the door that's still swinging closed from Munson's dramatic entrance.

He can't see Steve's expression, and he doesn't want to see how Steve smiles for Munson. Billy bets it's real special, all dreamy and doe eyed. So he just ducks into the camero and speeds away over Max's protests.

"You forgot milk duds, dick," She hisses.

"I had to get out of the way," He hisses right back.

"Of what?"

"Budding romance," He says, half sarcastically, throwing his hand in the air dramatically.

Max doesn't say anything back, but she must know. After all how many times has she dragged him practically kicking and screaming when he and Steve got to talking about movies and then tv and then sports...

Billy's certainly not about to come out to a bunch of snot nosed brats. But Max knows. She's heard what his dad called him enough to know what he is.

And it's fine. If there was only three gay guys in town someone was bound to be the odd one out.

That night she totally sides with him for movie night and they watch This is Spinal Tap instead of Against All Odds. She and Susan do watch along obligingly, Susan even chuckling at the 1960s jokes.

That night he can't sleep, tossing and turning in his bed when he thinks about Harrington's smile and that lock of hair.

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Munson must be able to tell something is up because after that he starts acting really squirrely when Billy's trying to meet up. Which sucks because he could really use the weed right now.

Heartbreak being a bitch and all.

He's waiting in his car for Max to check out the videos she wants when Steve comes barrelling out of the Family Video, headed straight for Billy.

Billy blows a plume of smoke out the window.

"Alright, Harrington?"

"No," Steve isn't smiling. He looks downright pissed. "I'm not alright. You got some kind of problem with me and Eddie, Billy?"

Billy sucks in a drag and squints at the back of the van parked right up front of the store.

"Problem with what?"

"You know what."

Billy shrugs, "Enlighten me."

Steve huffs, and then deflates, "Look, I know you're working on being better. I heard about you working on basketball with Lucas, and I think that's really... great. But... I..."

Billy waits. And waits.

"You what?"

"You really don't know?" Steve blinks at him, and a shot with those big brown eyes sinks another of cupid's arrows deep into Billy's heart. He pushes his aviators up his nose to hide his face.

"Know what?"

"I thought," Harrington's blushing, and it looks so cute with the green of his vest. "That you heard that I like... that I'm... bisexual. And that Eddie's... um... And you had a problem with it."

Billy snorts, though he doesn't mean to. And Harrington cocks his head to the side.

He doesn't have a problem with it. He has an ache, a pain deep in his chest that he knows there's no cure for. It hurts so bad it makes him a little angry, a little reckless.

"That would be pretty hypocritical of me," Billy says with a sharp little laugh, "Not that I'm you know... dating material. For any gender. In any sense of the word."

Harrington just looks down, "I don't know about that."

Billy huffs, "You don't need to flatter me. I'm no threat to your boyfriend. Though you can tell him I'm gonna actually need to score soon or I'm going to go mental. My stepmother's into wreath making. You know what a wreath can do to a guy's reputation?"

He wants Steve to laugh. He wants Steve to smile. Even if it's just for a corny joke. Even if it's just as friends. He'd officiate their wedding if Steve would just throw Billy a smile once in a while.

"Boyfriend?"

"Oh. I mean," Billy waves his hand in the air, "Pre-boyfriends. Fucking. Whatever it is you all are doing."

Steve's cheeks are really pink now, "We're not... I mean... I like someone else."

"Oh," Billy pushes his aviator's up, trying to school his expression into something calmer, less manically happy. "I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"No, I... we just gotta stick together, right. L and G and B and T... all... together," Steve makes a weird sort of half sigh sound.

"Yeah," Billy doesn't know where Steve is going with this, "That's you and me. Two B's. Sticking together."

He's never said it out loud before. He always imagined it would be terrifying, but Steve's smile smooths over some of the panic in the pit of his stomach.

"So you're not... sticking together with anyone, exclusively?" Steve rocks on his heels.

Billy snorts, "No. Plenty of girls to be not so exclusive with, but... no."

"Do you... want to do that with me?"

Billy's heart stops still in his chest. He doesn't know what expression he's making but he knows that Steve is smiling. At him. His eyes are crinkled up at the corners, and he...

"I like you, Billy," Steve's hair flops down and it's so easy to brush it back behind his ear. "Thought you were finally gonna break my teeth in about it, so I thought I'd do it first."

And Billy can, so he does. And for the first time in what feels like weeks, Billy smiles back.

"I would never," Billy sucks in some courage with his next drag, so he can say in a dry whisper, "Your smile is the best part of my day."

[tulip-room]

📢 ❗️❗️ANNOUNCING❗️❗️Tickets on sale now for my “Night Of Tricks and Treats”

🎙️ Hello everyone, it is I your lovely host for this evening of shrieks and delights. Make sure to wipe your feet on the mat and don’t let the guillotine drop on your head. Grab some punch and candy and let’s get this party started!!!

What Will It Be? A Trick or a Treat? ╰┈➤ Trick • Angst

╰┈➤ Treat • Fluff

Pick Your Poison! (Choose 1 Candy)

╰┈➤ Candy Corn • Getting Lost in a Corn Maze

╰┈➤ Snickers • Watching a Horror Movie

╰┈➤ Milk Duds • Going to a Festival

╰┈➤ Mystery Air Head • Uh oh! You’re running late to the party

╰┈➤ Gushers • Is That Blood?

╰┈➤ Starbursts • Double Double Toil and Trouble! You’re hosting a dinner party

Quench Your Thirst! (Or choose a drink)

╰┈➤ Fruit Punch • Choosing costumes

╰┈➤ Bloody Mary • You try to scare them

╰┈➤ Pumpkin Latte • Carving Pumpkins

╰┈➤ Monster Marshmallows • Making S’mores

Don’t Forget to Tell Your Host Your Order and Who You’re Plus One Is!

╰┈➤ send an ask and tell me which character you’re bringing along

🔁 don’t be shy, bring a friend

🎃 have your ticket ready at the door!!! Drop by my askbox to claim it <3

📋 check the guest list to see who’s coming

(format idea from @hiraethwa, Ave ily <333!!! Find their event here -> hq flower truck)

[rockintapper]

the um

te sec2ond one, the thi3rd one

ok so basically i say whar i think about rhythm heavem chatacters. starting with Tengoku brcuase why nawt

readmore ebcuase this posr long as hell!!!!! please work this time

uh

karate joe: hi kasper the he <3 i wana hug him,

hair vegetables: what Thr fcuk

sarge: idk. attention march

squadmates: petar

air batter AIRBATTERR 💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

space umpire: perpetual smiler

the clappy trio: your sequel stinks!!!! /sillay i love your wigs

sneaky spirits: get bow and arrow'd l plud ratio /j

samurai steve: hi sage hes really cool actual6 #chilling

yokai (the thingies the samurai slices): pe uliar little cratures. up to no good

rats: thr cheese

ms. whiskers: THE FIRST CAT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

sick beats doctor/dr. cutlery: hes vibing ong. why do you hsve an endless game

thr viruses: leav that litlle guy alone >:(!!!!!!!

yellow organism (sick beats): little guye :) dj yelo

the donpans: theyre all dating your honor

yagura-chan: spiteful luttle child i love her. may she grow up and pan

mahou tsukai: hi rocket The WIZARB!!!! magic autism

ojou-chan: flowers autism

the monster (wizard's waltz): STOP EATING MY PLANTS

pengiuns (showtime): yhe dillays i love them they deerve the worl

monkey (showtime): i just read about him. gonna make him explode now

rabbit: boing boing boing boing boing b

tram and pauline/poline: hi cheese THE FOXES the foxes ever hth foxes ever the

space gramps: i widh he was my grangpa 💔 /j

space dancers: pa-pa-pa-PUNCH! put some respect on my boys plea

q maou: AAGH. AAH. AAHHG. AG

contestant: hi 56 hes. hes jist like me frfr /hj

play-yan: hi sunny i really liek. his uh level. minigame. wharever it s called its like. really calming. unless im Going for a Perfect!

mini chounin (power caligraphy): the dancing dancers

akai mono (polyrhythm): i uh. i dont have anything about these thangs. what

RAPMEN: YO. SANJI DESUKA

urakata aki to ki (bouncy road): my children. i love them. i would Kill for th

spheroids (bouncy road): you have a page? on the rh wiki? what?

ninja and the lord (ninja no shison/ninja bodyguard): augh

toss boys: hi ninety The toss bous. they hehheeh3he hugs ao-kun

yuka: YIPPR YIPEEE YIPEE YIPEEEE YIPEEEOEIRIRJ HI T YUKAIEJEBE ^_^ totally isnt dating a tall tapper shes totally not dating a tall ta /lie

giraffe: dont fucking look at me like that

tanaka (ninja reincarnate): AAHHHHHAHAHAEHRHDSHSHEHD /VPOS I LOVE HIM IDK WHERE THIS LOVE FOR HIM CAME FROM BUT I LOVR HIM

kanojo: ypure in good hands. mostly. (cant get the fast part of ninja reincarnate)

waru mono (ninja reincarnate): w,,ario?? w

soshiSOSHIIIIIIII SSOHIIIIII SOSIIOOII SOSHIII EOSBSISI SHSOHSHSIJSSOSHUSII SHSOOSIUSHISJS SOOHSIIII SOSHIII SSOSHISJEOWSHIWJEOWJWJSJSSJEJESK SOSHSISB SSOSHHS

cosmic girl: Rude™ (/hc). may also be the commander in amrching oerders 2,

cosmic dancers: space dancers HATE THEM! /silly

TH RAPP WOEMNEKENENNE kan sbejebdjeTHR RPA WOMRN THEJEBR YURIIIIIIIII JRIIII YUEIII YUIII!!! YHRIIII hi cheese

MAN-K: mN i lovr him hes so cool dud e whaha

biribiriuo (night walk 2): STOP ELECTROCUTING PLAY YAN 💔💔💔💔

usamimi maki sensei: i love the face she makes whe n i press a button too earlu/late. may also be cosmic girl

space rabbits: ive seen you in waroiware.... pets yu

buta-san (tengoku remix 7): pigy :]

barista: i hc his voice is jasmine wright's from the rh iceberg

people at the café: only (canon) black person in the entire series helooo

neko machine: meow. meow. meow.meow owah owah mah? mah? o-mah? m

honse machien: wha,

love-san: suki (cheering)

mr. upbeat: hi tomano tucking him in giving him a goodnight kiss and a glass of milk <3

mannequin; i wonder what game yoyll be in the futue

anata: hi 56 i love his goofy ass smile go girl give us everything

drum girls: wait whered they come fro

samurai drummer: no way. it Tsunk

samurai drummer's band: i did not know you existed hello??

oba-chan: protect. protect. protect.

pwner: Kill. Kill. Kill Kill. Kill. Kill. Ki

producer: who tf are you? what? wait lemme rrad about yo7 furst

im back. music autism

ok thats all the characters in rhythm tengok!!! thanks for Did yiu read all of tjis? zamn!! congrats dude /gn

[deezeyrabbidy]

Nature's Biggest Mistake: Daphne's Tale (AU Lore Stuff)

(This is my currently written backstory for Daphne in my Edge and the Spark Hunters AU. I finally got around to posting thanks to some encouragement from @pastelprince18! ^^ I hope you, and everyone else, enjoy this.........) (Also, cw for mentions of nudity)

Daphne never had a mother in a traditional sense, though she did technically have a birther. Deep in the forests of Terra Flora's more obscure corners lay a large, monstrous bloom, a flower looking like the unholy beast version of a gorgeous pink rose……vines surrounded it's delicate petals, mobile and connected to parts underground unknown to man.

They say a weary traveler wandered through the think underbrush and documenting sights unknown. And then he came across the mother, and the mother took interest in him…… the specifics are best left unsaid, but the man did survive. Shaken, but he vanished from the forest, never to be seen again, and to this day his identity remains largley unkown, even today.

It took months upon months for anything notable to stir, but a second blossom was budding just below her gorgeous petals……It grew like a pimple or a boil, sagging and drooping and twitching more like a disgusting starving animal than that of an incoming blooming bud. But grow it still did, almost reaching it's mother in size, and dragging her down with it's weight. Finally the bud was as flush and bright as the plant that stood above it. But yet it wouldn't bloom, despite it's flourishing. Strange!

At long last, after it seemed like this bulb was nothing more than a dud parasitic offspring, the petals unfurled with little real splendor…

Sending a slimy, writing infant tumbling face-first into the muddy, marshy ground below. Miracle it didn't hit a thorn on the way down.

The flower was blooming at full capacity, but even now it showed signs of beginning wither. The intrigue anyone could've had over this spectacle of nature was given way to a rather pathetic sight indeed. No goddess of the forest or even a cloned, asexually produced monster resembling it's parent. Just a sputtering slimy Rabbid with root-like strings still attached like dried up umbilical cords. It was quite literally just an ugly, crying baby already covered in mud and filth.

Despite the rather sad state of it all, the baby was not as left for dead as one might think. For the mother's tendrils draped on down and dripped a bitter saplike fluid, which provided the newborn abomination with the nutrients in order to survive. It was a fucked up version of a bàby's bottle of milk, and I dare say most babies would rather starve than deal with mouthfuls of bitter, honeylike sap pouring down their throats.

While this need for food was fulfilled, the mother made no further moves to interacting with the baby she had brought into the world. The flower from which she fell from wilted and withered as the child grew, the petals falling away like nothing had grown there to begin with. Daphne had no name. No parents to give her one. And no guidance or care from any fauna around her.

Hell, not like she knew anything different. She was ,in essence, a wild animal, who only knew her mother as a source of sustenance, even as she began to enjoy the taste of…..fauna……small fauna, but protein is protein. She hardly even encountered another being that even looked like her own image. Her home lay far from the desirable, organized flower farms and gardens that Terra Flora was famous for. And even those who dared to venture into the woodlands would usually not come anywhere near her area, she lived so deep within the brush. And she wasn't even a perfect facimile; her tongue was like a smooth, ridged vine that snaked from her maw. Her fingers ended with smooth, plantlike skin rather than the oddly silky fur that were actually strand of plant fibers that grew from her skin. Her seemingly Rabbid disguise was easy to pick apart once one got up close. Her eyes, though hidden by her unkempt locks of pale blue hair, were little more than membrances on her face, that simply were good at detecting light, color, and shapes like a normal rabbid's eyeballs. And neither of these things even compared in jarringness to her 'tails'; they acted like semi-independent appendages that could stretch far beyond Daphne's arm reach, and their lethally sharp spines could inject a powerful nuerotoxin into her hopeless prey......by all accounts, she was a freak. A freak to rabbidkind and a freak of the nature she was birthed from.

However, she had reached adulthood after a while, and nearly a year after her eighteenth birthday, a strange ship landed amongst the dense forestation…….

The spark hunters were on a stakeout. Some fortunate sparks had taken refuge amongst the deepest corners of the unknown forests, and even disregarding that, the isolated woods were devoid of other Rabbids…….right? It was the perfect hiding location for the then group of three. Daphne experienced an animalistic sence of wonder and joy; After so many years, there was a thing, a new thing, that had arrived in the woods! It smelled odd, it felt surprisingly smooth! What was this bizarre, massive behemoth of a structure, thought the plant hybrid. It also felt warm inside too, if the weird things in the back expunlging filthy dust into the air was any indication…..perfect for a nap if she could get within.

The forest HAD been getting rather chilly given the many recent rainy days……

It's her lucky day, it seems! Since this location was so far from any sane rabbid's dwellings, the door to the Spark Hunter's spaceship had been completley left unlocked…….As Daphne had been watching from the underbrush, a still-alive Midnite had exited later than her colleagues, allowing the plant rabbid to get a good idea of how the door kind of worked…….

Still, it was like seeing a cat or dog pathetically paw at the lever knob on a door handle. but, like those cats and dogs, eventually, she found success…….and was met with almost instant confusion and bewilderment at quite literally everything about the inside. No flowers, no trees, no dirt or rock walls, even. And the only plant that seemed to be present was made of a rather artificial shiny material. Suddenly it wasn't looking so comfortable……..but it was still new! And still so warm........

……It had been hours, and it seemed like what few sparks that were actually present were still too slippery through the complicated forest layout for even the deft and nimble Edge to catch. THey had decided to call quits for this area early, as Midnite was clearly catching some sort of bug from this damp, soggy weather anyhow. Better preparations were needed.

But when they finally returned to their ship, all three were mortified to see that their door had been opened, complete with a filthy trail of mud and leaves leading up and past it…….The inside did not fare much better than the pathway. Whoever had intruded had clearly not had a single care for any form of hygiene or tidiness; more mud caked the corners and walls, even the control panels had sloppy prints all over it, And almost anything in the main living area that hadn't been pinned down was overturned, thrown about, or even torn to some extent. What sort of wild animal had managed to barge in?…..Still,they could find no such animal anywhere they looked. For all they knew, whatever had been through the ship had already left, likley at hearing them approaching. As if this day could not be any more of a failure, now they had to clean up all this muck.

Hoop de doo.

After what took almost an hour and a half of tidying alone, the Spark Hunters were all too eager to set a course to home. It'd be a few hours, but overall they were greatful to finally be flying home. All three, with the ship set on autopilot, retired to bed for a nap……..

And then, just as they were falling into a semipleasant sleep, loud BANGBANGBANGs were heard from somewhere in the ship.

Everyone feared the worst as they clambered out of the cramped sleeping quarters; had the previously mentioned intruder, in fact, stayed aboard the vessel after all? More banging ,and even some noises resembling screeching, was heard from the boiler closet, and there was the added fear that whatever was in there would somehow damage the water boiler, possibly causing a catastrophic meltdown of the ship's waterworks, and bringing about a flood could even prove deadly so far from any planets or rest stops.

A blaster at hand, Midnite led the group to the door…….she warned them to stand guard, as they had no clue who or what was lingering in such a small, cramped closet…….. And then, she opened the door, and what a sight to behold! A naked woman with filth covering her from head to toe! Her hair filled up as much of the room as she did, and she hissed and wailed as she clung to the wall, crammed between it and the warm metal of the boiler. What's more, her tail was not just a ball of fur and bone, but two wriggling, thrashing tendrils, tipped with odd, mouthlike splits, almost like two wicked snakes trying to keep her protected from the sudden, bizarre rabbids who now had her cornered.

She lunged at Edge, almost managing to bite her right on the forearm, only stopped by Bedrock's quick acting, as she pushed out her arm to shove the intruder against the wall of the ship. They had just been sleeping a quarter of an hour ago,and now they had to deal with what seemed like a bizarre exhibitionist who wasn't responding to anything they were yelling and behaving more like a frightened mangy dog than any proper, sentient being.

It took another half an hour until they had finally managed to improvise somewhat of a prison for this intruder; Bedrock slid the hefty weaponry crates on board in front of a locked closet door (obviously not the boiler closet, shoes and jackets were a LOT safer to leave with this madwoman.), on top of thedoor being thoroughly locked and checked repeatedly. Well, now they had a mystery woman on board, and they were a good distance away from home…….the hunters discussed in the dark living area, and eventually agreed it would be best to dump her back in the filthy forestland she probably came from……..until a message ping suddenly blared from the terminal.

It was Cursa. The room suddenly felt so much colder as it sunk in that she had been WATCHING. She NEVER usually bothered to watch them from the ship, they were too petulant and meek of beings for her to care for their wellbeing during travel. What could compel her to peek in now, of all times to do so?

"BRING HER TO THE BASE. SHE IS USEFUL FOR MY GOALS. DO NOT DELAY THIS ANY LONGER!"

…..How in the name of Cursa would some blue-haired forest nudist be of any sort of use to hunting sparks? Midnite, Edge, and Bedrock all looked at each other, sure that Cursa had gone completely mad, or was fucking with them on purpose…..But orders were orders. It wasn't like they were being asked to murder puppies or throw themselves off a cliff, what was the worst that bringing this bitch home could do?………

A lot, it turned out.

So they reluctantly obliged, bringing the lass home. The first thing they attempted to do was get this rabbid at least somewhat clean so she wouldn't leave muck and filth all over their own home………

That was a FAR MORE diffuclt task than any of them could ever imagine. This bitch wailed and shrieked like they were putting a knife to her skin, and, even when they managed to get her hands and feet bound tight togetherm she still thrashed and screamed and screamed some more, and the outdoor lake they used for bathing was soon dirtied with who-knows-how-much mud and leaves and dirt. Her hair was it's own immense nightmare. Almost every inch seemed like it had tangles, knots, and mats, on top of the pounds of assorted filth and even bugs that dirtied it. Nearly an hour went by and still they were nowehre close to done with her hair alone………

And then, with mutual agreement from the others, Bedrock left for the house. And soon returned, with a sturdy knife from the kitchen in hand.

Now, thankfully this knife was not to be used for a sudden mutiny/murder. Though, given how Daphne howled, you'd swear that was what happening. Bedrock was the only one who could both feasibly hold her entire width of hair in her hand, and also strong enough to cut right through it, just above her scalp and forehead.

For Daphne, it felt like complete torture. Here she was surrounded by people she simply couldn't understand in any meaningful way, all who seemed angry, upset, and frustrated at her. And now they had gone ahead and cut what felt like pounds upon pounds of weight from ehr head, weight she had been so used to and even comforted by on cold nights. And they were rubbing and scrubbing and prodding at her body with smelly lumps of an odd, bitter-tasting substance, and also what seemed to be this same substance in even stronger-smelling liquid form. The natural scents and fragrances she was so used to were being stripped from her, and she has absolutley no idea where she even was on top of this. She was scared. She was scared, seperated from mama. Mama never showed her love but she so wanted to see her now. Her hissing and yowling turned to loud, ugly, defeated sobbing as her strength left her body, her muscles tired and aching from her persistent struggling, her wrists and ankles bound and hurting even more. She wanted mama. She wanted her home. She wanted to get away from this place.

Finally, after a group effort that took a little over two hours of washing, scrubbing, soaping, soaking, rinsing, drying, and an attempt at even brushing, Daphne was sat, still naked and limp with defeat, on a ratty old sofa in the unnoffical 'storage room' the base had. She would be kept here for now, except for when 'training' would be attempted in some way, shape, or form with her. She truly looked, and felt, like an animal right now; kept in a room like a dog in quarantine, with only her leg cuffs being removed after her arduous bath. She used her bound hands to distraughtly feel the top of her head; she felt naked, she felt WRONG, she felt so different from what she had been like just a day ago, happy in her own woods………though, her shoulders did feel less strained……..her eyes felt nice, no longer being covered with mucky, itchy bangs anymore………

…..After an hour or so finally being left by herself, late at night, she was starting to feel less and less bad.

The end for now, I have more stuff written for her, but this is the majority of the coherent stuff I wrote. I'm so sorry that this is so long, and I also apologize for any grammatical errors I forgot to correct.

[castwavestudios]

On this regenerated episode of Impromptu Who, Colin and Brian discuss Jon Pertwee's run as the Doctor and how his tenure can be summed with one word: SUAVE. We also discuss the Brigadier acting more like a grumpy parent with new companion Liz Shaw and how the villains in this serial range from stoic pensioners to melted "Milk Duds" people to tentacle butthole monsters...just in time for Doctor Who Podcast Day!

[crimsonblackrose]

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Johnny's started cheering on his students.

The van he stands on in the junkyard has a painted eagle on it.

The kids are wearing protective gear so he's not completely unaware of protection (also Miguel wore protective gear against the baseball thing in a previous episode)

Eli's the one who gets bit by a dog because everyone else picks small cars to jump onto and Eli picks like a truck he can't get over.

Lucille!!!!!!!

Daniel truly goes from JOHNNY to he's a monster and shouldn't be allowed around kids and for...what? So far Johnny just painted a dick on his billboard. Like right? That's the score right? Johnny warned Daniel about Kyler (and was correct). I don't fully get out Daniel got to Johnny is a monster at this point, though maybe he's upset because he doesn't know the details about Kyler? So he thinks Johnny just beat up some teenagers and is teaching the kids to be like him. But also Johnny isn't Kreese or Silver?

Like yes the billboard after the fixing the car for free sucks. But also Daniel already got his revenge on that by doubling rent for everyone at the strip mall. So theoretically...even? And the students have nothing to do with it.

Also shouldn't Daniel be happy she's not hanging out with the previous crowd? Or has he not noticed that she's home more and not hanging out with her friends or Aisha. I guess she never told them and Amanda didn't pass along the fact her newer popular friends ditched her to go to the concert without her.

Rocky III was where they went in '82 because Dutch loved Mr. T. Dutch threw milk duds. Ali dumped popcorn on Dutch got butter all over him.

Johnny had to hit on her a few times before he got a date to Golf 'n stuff and they kissed on the ferris wheel.

I think it would've been more affective to explain that Sam was in the car that t-boned Johnny's firebird and drove off. Rather than make Johnny's problems Miguel's problems.

If Daniel and Amanda who have a big house host Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas...does everyone from Newark fly out?

Rosa made seco de carne

Johnny was going to just eat hot pockets.

Carmen: I don't want my son to get hurt. Miguel: That's what the referees are there for. Somewhere the referee from TKK3 got a chill.

Sam trying to get Miguel to change dojo's...she's gotta realize how weird that sounds right?

Sam also lying about Miguel didn't help anything. It reinforced what Johnny said but also hurt Miguel's feelings and for what? Daniel's seen Miguel what twice? Will he even realize Miguel is one of Johnny's students? Does Sam even know that Daniel would recognize Miguel? I don't think she would. It's not like he's wearing cobra kai gear. Also isn't Daniel already in the dog house for being awful (but right) about one of her boyfriends? So shouldn't Miguel automatically get a better shot then Kyler did?

I love that the Diaz's sent Johnny home with leftovers.

Johnny tries cleaning up his life take 1

Mr. Miyagi's chimes!

Robby needs a new board.

Does Shannon know that Robby got a job? Or that he's taking karate lessons? Does she know that Daniel is driving her under age lying about his age son outside of the county? Because there's no way they're still in the county. Does this count as kidnapping because he's 16?

Johnny's first flat screen TV and TV #2 for his apartment.

Knowing that Johnny orders what he hears other people order to try and impress people...

How much of what he has in his fridge are things he bought for himself because he likes it or is it because he saw someone he thought had a healthy life style and bought what they bought?

Like does he like hummus and bell peppers, grapes and salad???

Johnny watching Iron Eagle, again. Johnny's Mr. Miyagi is truly Chappy and Carmen and a smidge of Shannon.

Do you think this is Mr. Miyagi's from when he was training Daniel?

The shots of Daniel and Robby doing karate are very very TKK

Robby mentioned Jackie Chan, so how is that going to work for in-universe future things?

Robby being a skateboarder I think gives him an edge. I also for some reason always thought his dad had trained him a little, but clearly not if he couldn't properly make a fist.

We also point out frequently that all the stuff Johnny as the kids do is dangerous, but that tree Robby is practicing on and falling off of is also uber dangerous.

Daniel wandering off to watch a hockey game lol.

Hawk, Aisha, and Miguel at a horror movie and Hawk pulling a dutch, throwing popcorn at people.

Aisha being best friends with Sam since third grade is kind of sad that they're no longer friends. Also I know he's not going to listen to Aisha and meet and talk to Daniel but I wish he would.

Daniel was totally itching to try and pull off a move to impress Robby the way Mr. Miyagi always used to.

I always forget Daniel falls and lands hard on that rock.

Apparently he almost got it in his 20's, the one handed two legged kick.

Sid's mansion

Sid has a nurse but seems used to having a staff. I wonder why he only has a nurse.

I am proud of Johnny paying Sid back. But that was supposed to be money to buy him out of Sid's life...

Lucille's famous Chicken cacciatore

Robby needs all the home cooked meals he can get. He's probably stunned by a big family meal.

Oh I forgot that Miguel does try and introduce himself to Daniel.

I would totally think they're siblings or heck cousins. Miguel doesn't know who Robby is. So Miguel just walking away never makes sense to me.

According to Johnny's letter to Robby he is trying to call him. Lol Johnny's like I'm not going to text or email so here's a handwritten letter, which is kind of sweet.

Dang it Louie.

Louie being like this is from Daniel Larusso only to immediately take it all back when Johnny kick's all their asses and asks for Daniel's address. Like Louie, come on. Terrible idea.

Daniel lives on Escalon drive.

The fact that they always have this back and forth even when it's not them of one upping the stakes. Like seriously? Soap opera since 1984

[sleeperswakewriting]

Rivetra 137 for the drabble challenge 🥺💖

Modern AU, based on this post:

Movie night at the Ackermans was always a fanfare.

After Petra had gifted Levi three beautiful triplet monsters—children—their lives for the past decade had been a revolving door of doctor's appointments, sports games, school events, all whilst trying to balance their own careers and love life.

It was rare when they had a moment just to themselves and instead of going on a date or catching a quickie in the car, Petra and Levi decided to go grocery shopping without their children in the hopes that they could get the errand done quickly and maybe nap before they returned back to Kuchel.

As much as Kuchel adored her grandchildren, three of them were a lot, and Levi promised his mother that he would take her out to brunch if she could babysit today in preparation for movie night.

Petra always liked to break out erroneously large popcorn bowls—one for each member of the family to avoid fighting, and try out new flavors of candy. She had a list of each of the children's requests on her phone, sliding her finger down the screen while she compared her list to the candy aisle.

"Snowcaps for Levi, Twizzlers for Lilah, Sour Patch Kids for Liam, and gummy bears for Leo..." Petra said aloud, throwing the boxes into the shopping cart aimlessly.

"For mom, Charleston Chews, Swedish Fish, oh can't forget M&Ms and Milk duds..."

More boxes flew into the cart as Petra leaned over the handle, daydreaming about the candy she would have to keep hidden from the kids as a hazy smile fell over her face.

"Petra!" She heard her husband call, voice laced with exasperation, “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

Pouting, Petra dramatically sighed as she pointed to the candy, "This is how we're going to deal with the kids singing the new Disney movie for the next three months."

Face paling, Levi immediately threw in two more boxes of Snowcaps as he kissed his wife's cheek, "Good point."

[furrbbyx]

A quick little fantasy about meeting an orc who is obviously a bottom. Not exactly a topping tale, but it's a start.

You walked in to grab a coffee at your local, the one that's most popular for the humans and humanoids and cryptids. Like usual you're preoccupied by your horny thoughts and you glance around the shop while waiting for your drink.

Instantly you spot a thick bodied orc, dressed like a slut in too-tight gym shorts, flashy sneakers, and a tank top so ill equipped to handle his massive pecs that it's creased between them and straining to provide any decency.

It's basically full boob and side nipple view at that point.

You walk over to his table swirling your hot cup of chai and brazenly stand directly in his line of site.

The orc raises his eyebrow but you gaze back cooly and say:

'This chai needs more milk' then immediately reach and pinch one of his large pouting blue-green nipples while holding your cup underneath.

Just as you expected a gush of milk sprays into your cup filling it to the brim. The orc grunts as your fingers work his milk filled chest. All that pumping at the gym wasn't for nothin, he's very productive, you think approvingly.

He watches you bring a drop of the fragrant substance to your lips and suck it off your thumb.

You're more than a foot shorter than him and don't have nearly the same physique but he's absolutely panting at the domineering stance you're taking.

You sip from the cup, rolling the enhanced chai over your tongue before swallowing. You're still as cool as a glass dildo, watching your prey.

"You're a big guy. You're not gonna find a satisfying meal in this coffee shop. Why don't you come home with me and let me feed you. Let me guess, your favorite is buttermilk biscuits with mulberry preserves"

He leans back in his chair causing it to creak and hooks his hands behind his head showing off even more chest and thick round tum.

You take a second to admire him with obvious sexual interest, heightening the tension.

Patrons of the coffee shop filter in and out, background noise to your bold perusal.

"hmmm" you muse. "Actually I think you like tart cherry jam and whipped cream on your biscuits."

He grins. You motion towards the door with your head and turn to walk out, knowing he will follow you home, and counting on him to help you make the freshest whipped cream you're ever tasted.

[insomniamamma]

Late Bloomers: Ezra x F! Reader w/Cee

A/n: Set in the "Liminal" AU in which Ezra becomes his niece, Cee's legal guardian after a car accident kills his brother, Damon, and costs him his arm. Set sometime between "Ferris  Wheels Are For Old People" and "Surf City Goodness." Reader is Ezra's neighbor. Established relationship (sort of, IDK how to tag what they are). For @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @clydesducktape​ Writer Wednesday.

Warnings: Not a whole lot. Kissing. Touching. A little spicier than I usually go, which isn't saying whole lot. A little language.  Cee, as usual, needs her own warning. Set during the pandemic shut down. Mentions of covid. Also, I feel like 'The Apple' needs it's own warning. I'll link the trailer at the end.

           "You sure you don't want to come with us, Birdie?" Cee sits at their scarred kitchen table, her laptop, textbooks and a pile of papers around her. She frowns.           "I gotta study," she says, "Ms Stewart is really serious about this quiz. She's not grading on a curve this time." Ezra narrows his eyes.           "You have never spent a Saturday night studying in your life," he says. Cee frowns up at him.           "You've never been in Ms. Stewart's physics class," says Cee, "She's a hard ass. Anyway, I'm still pulling an 'A' in her class, but I don't want to fuck up my average."           "Jesus, Cee," Ezra mutters, and you have to smile. She rolls her eyes.           "I know, I know--"           "Don't say 'fuck' at school," they say in unison.           "They're doing double features all summer," says Cee, "I can miss one. I've seen all these movies anyway." She smirks, "I want to hear what you think of 'The Apple.'" Ezra rummages around for his keys and Cee drops you the most exaggerated wink you've ever seen in your life.           "Have fun, guys," she says.

         Covid has nuked most of the things you used to do for fun, restaurants and shows, hell, even the libraries are closed. The only business in town that's thriving is the Star-City Drive In. There haven't been any big studio releases in a while, so they've been doing Fright Night Fridays and Sci-Fi Saturdays. Tonight's double feature is Flash Gordon and The Apple.          "They've got this weird way of operating the concession stand now," says Ezra, "Cause of the pandemic. You've gotta text them your order and I guess they bring it out to you--" Ezra's gotten pretty good at working his phone one-handed, but you can see the frustration clouding his face.          "Let me," you say, loading the menu onto your phone, "Let's get a big popcorn and share it. You okay with the fake butter?"          "Of course I'm okay with the fake butter, what kind of monster do you take me for?"          "How about candy?" You ask, scrolling through, "It's the usual suspects."          "Sno-caps," he says, "How about you?"          "I'm thinking Milk Duds," you say.          "Now that is an excellent way to lose a filling, Sunshine."          "Popcorn and Milk Duds together? Worth the risk," you say and text your order off to the concession stand. It's not quite dark yet, a reel of movie trivia that no one cares about shines ghost pale on the screen. Ez has got the radio tuned to pick up the sound, but there's not much to listen to yet so it's turned down low, background noise with the cicadas and birdsong. The big screen backs up against a farmer's field run wild and a dark stand of trees.          "Switch places with me," says Ezra, and gets out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you.          "Why?"          "Indulge me," says Ezra, so you do as he asks and settle in to the driver's side. Ezra's truck has bench seats with vinyl that creaks and cushions that hiss slightly as you move around. There's a tap at the window and you hook your mask over your ears and crank it down, popcorn and candy and you already payed with your phone, but press some rumpled bills into their gloved hands.          "Why'd you want to switch places?" You ask around a mouthful of popcorn.          "Shhh," says Ezra, "The movie's starting."

         Flash Gordon is just as fun as you remember it being, majestic in its absurdity, a big love letter to all the terrible pulp sci-fi movies that came before, the two of you watch and snark and laugh and sing "Aaa-ahhh" whenever someone says Flash's name. We owe it to Queen, you say, and Ezra smiles big the way he does when something's caught him off guard, the way that crinkles his eyes and reveals his dimples, indeed we do. We owe it to Freddie Mercury.          At some point his arm finds it's way around your shoulders and you lean into him.          "So this is why you wanted to switch spots," you murmur. He raises his prosthetic arm, flickering movie light shining on the double hook at the end.          "Can't exactly get handsy with Mr. Claw, now can I?" He grins, "These hooks might be a little chilly."          "And pokey," you say, demonstrating with a dig to his ribs. The end credits are rolling.          "You ever seen this next movie?"          "The Apple?" He says, "No. Some sort of cult-movie thing. Cee made me promise not to IMDB it. She said I should go in with an open mind."          "Oh boy," you laugh.          "Right? Cee's tastes are all over the place. I suspect this will be either amazing  or terrible on a scale that recalibrates our internal gauge of what terrible is."          "You know she set us up, right?"          "Yeah," says Ezra, "Little Bird fancies herself quite the matchmaker."          "She winked at me." Ezra dimples.          "Did she now?"          "She looked like a cartoon," you laugh, "About as subtle as a ton of bricks." Ezra brays laughter and leans against you, squeezes you closer to him at the same time. He is beautiful when he laughs, all dimples and teeth eyes screwed shut in mirth and you take this opportunity to press a kiss against that tender place on his jaw where his beard refuses to grow. Ezra freezes, you feel his body go rigid against yours, and your first thought is to apologize, to pull back, and then he reaches for you, his broad, calloused palm cradling your face, drawing you to him, presses his lips to yours, a soft, reverent kiss that he does not fully withdraw from, his hand now resting on the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to yours, somehow more intimate than a kiss, this closeness, breathing each others exhalations, leaning against each other.          "Cee's not wrong," you say, "We're good together."          "We are, aren't we?" He gives your nape a gentle squeeze, and lets you go. The opening titles of The Apple flicker on screen and the music starts up.

         "Oh, Ezra, what the fuck did we just watch?"          "I don't know if 'watch' is the right word, Sunshine, we did not 'watch' The Apple. The Apple happened to us."          "I don't think I've ever understood Stockholm syndrome until now."          "I have been assaulted," says Ezra, "My civil rights have been violated."          "It's like..." You trail off, "It's like if someone took '1984', 'A Star Is Born' and 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' and put them in a blender. I'm pretty sure this movie violates the Geneva conventions." Ezra laughs and so do you, leaning in to each other, giggles that become kisses, soft at first, but increasingly hungry, laced with need, your arms twine around his shoulders, his hand lingers at your side, toying with the hem of your shirt.          "S'okay, Ez," you say as he nips at your jaw and then your neck, gentle graze of teeth that makes you shiver, "You can touch me." He kisses you deep, his tongue fever-hot against yours, hand sliding up the soft slope of your belly, cupping your breast, and you arch into his touch--          Tap Tap Tap. And there's a bright light shining through the passenger's side window.          "Oh shit," says Ezra. You frantically yank your shirt back down, heat creeping up your neck, your cheeks, your earlobes flaming.          "Movie's over guys," says the shadowed figure behind the flashlight's glare, "Take it someplace else." You open the door to switch places back with Ezra, the overhead light shows him red faced and horrified.          "I'm sorry, I just--"          "Get us out of here, Ez."

         You stare out into the dark past the window, half-moon shining over fields and trees like a lazy eye. You snort laughter.          "What's so funny?"          "We got caught," you say, "We got caught necking at the drive-in like a couple of teenagers."          "You're laughing because we got caught?"          "I'm laughing because I've never made out with anyone at a drive-in, even when I was a teenager, and I'm laughing cause we got caught. After watching that trash-fire of a movie. We got caught making out over the end credits of 'The Apple'. I feel like we deserve some kind of award." You rest your hand on Ezra's leg, can just pick his smile in the dim lights from the dash. Ezra chuckles.          "I never made out with anyone at the drive in before tonight either," says Ezra.          "Bullshit," you say, and give him a good-natured poke.          "It's true," he says, "For one, I didn't have access to a car. I would've had to borrow Ma's car, and there was no way that was ever going to happen. Also, I was not what the girls back then referred to as 'dating material'. Skinny as a rake with a mouthful of braces and an obvious birthmark? I was like a puppy trying to grow into it's ears and feet, a late bloomer if you will." You move your hand higher up along his thigh and give him a squeeze.          "Better late than never."          "Indeed."

Flash Gordon Trailer

The Apple Trailer

[cheesybadgers]

Rules: list 4 songs that you’re currently obsessed with 🎶

Thanks for the tag @nocturnal-milk-dud 😊

Gods and Monsters - Lana Del Rey

Purge the Poison - Marina

That’s So Us - Allie X

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

No pressure tags: @ionlyjoinedforstuffilike, @gondowan, @barnessupremacy, @woman-with-no-name and anyone else who wants to play!

[sincerelyella]

Milk Duds Part 1

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

A/N: Just a whole chapter of shenanigans - I missed the Loft gang so much. Here you go!

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, mentioning of penis sizes, a bunch of boys discussing boy things so … it can get kinda vulgar.

Words: 1373

The guys were all assembled at the bar across the street from the loft discussing what to do for Ella’s surprise birthday party, but they somehow veered off-topic.

“I like those kinda boobies,” Maxwell murmured.

“Those sweet little ‘70’s boobies?!” Drake asked incredulously.

“Bouncin’ around like they ain’t got no sense,” Leo howled as he craned his neck to watch the woman walk out of the bar.

“You like 1970’s cans? See, not me, I’m a 1950’s kinda guy,” Drake shrugged his shoulders as he lifted his beer to his lips.

“So, like post-Vietnam War, pre-Korean War?” Liam asked with a curious look on his face.

“My Nana has those!” Max exclaimed.

“Okay, all of you have girlfriends; why are you even here checking out milk duds?” Leo asked, stopping short as he saw another woman walk in with a very low cut top. “Ohhhh shit, check it out,” he nodded towards the door.

All four men turned their heads, and blankly stared at the cutlets walking towards them.

“Holy fuck,” Drake whispered.

“Almost too big,” Liam studied them in awe.

Maxwell shook his head. “Waaaaay too big.”

“Wow,” Leo choked out as he made eye contact with the woman and flashed his famous smirk her way. She bit her lip to hide the small smile that threatened to form and sauntered past the group.

“Those are intimidating, right?” Liam asked under his breath.

“Too small,” Drake mused. “Gotta be able to palm a basketball if you wanna slam dunk it.”

“See, they’re too straight for me,” Maxwell said deep in thought as he tapped a finger to his mouth. “I like it when they go in different directions, like Cookie Monster!”

“Oh, yeah, his eyes!” Leo said as he stared in the direction of the woman. “I like cookies.”

Ella and Hana suddenly appeared next to the group. “Oh my God, are you guys ruling women out based on their breast size? It’s the least important part of a woman’s body! Unless you’re a baby. Are you guys babies?” Ella looked around at the guilty faces. “I’d like to think that you guys see value in a woman’s body other than how they look. Plus, all of you turds have girlfriends; except for you, Leo.”

“Why thank you very much,” he grinned wide and straightened his jacket. “I’m mighty proud of that fact. I can look at titties all day.” He met Ella and Hana’s steely glare. “Don’t look at me like that! I don’t need your judgment.”

“Come on, Brooks. You’re going to tell me you don’t care what a guy looks like?” Drake raised a brow at her.

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, I notice an attractive man … I can go to the butcher and pick out a nice rump. But I’m not going to rule out a guy just because of how he looks. That’s some shallow shit right there.”

Maxwell cleared his throat. “Ella, you can’t even talk about shallowness because you dumped that dude with the micropenis, remember?”

One year ago

Ella sat up on a bar stool, waiting for Drake to finish serving some rowdy older women having a bachelorette party. She sighed, absentmindedly stirred and stared into her watered-down vodka cranberry.

“Hey,” a well-built man sat in the barstool next to her said and nodded towards her drink. “You gonna drink that or just babysit it?”

“I-I’m uh …” Ella’s eyes gazed over this stranger’s handsome face. “Yeah, I’m going to drink it … right now.” She chuckled nervously, lifted the straw to her mouth, and took a sip.

“Okay then,” he smiled and bit his lower lip as he studied her. “I’m Ray.”

“Ella.” She held out her free hand, and Ray took it and placed a soft kiss to her knuckle.

“It’s a pleasure, Ella,” he studied her light brown eyes as he lightly ran his thumb over her hand. “Can I buy you a drink and maybe take you out?”

“Shut your gross beautiful face!” she blurted out, and her eyes widened in shock. “No … I mean, I’d love it, thank you.”

Drake had finally peeled himself away from the bachelorette party and stood in front of Ella and Ray with a large grin. “Hey guys,” he waggled his eyebrows at Ella when Ray wasn’t looking. “What can I get you?”

“Hey bruh, can I get the lady a refill of whatever she’s drinking and a beer for me?”

“Sure … bruh,” Drake tried but failed to hide his laugh as he walked away to get their drink order.

Ray and Ella sat at the bar and talked for a good hour or so; there was laughing, small touches on the shoulder or hand, Ella played with her hair, and Ray tried to scoot as close as he could to her without being creepy.

“So, I wanted to tell you, Ella, I really like you,” Ray murmured as he leaned closer to her, taking in her coconut scent.

“I … like you too, Ray.”

“Did you want to go to dinner with me this week? Maybe Thursday?”

“I’d like that.”

“Before we take things any further, though,” he began with a sheepish smile. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” Ella narrowed her eyes and studied him with a curious expression. “Do you have like six toes or something? It’s not a dealbreaker, I promise,” she laughed.

“No, nothing with my toes,” Ray sucked in a breath. “So, I have a micropenis. It’s like … a legit medical condition. I was diagnosed with it when I was born.”

Ella stared at Ray for a full minute, then burst into giggles. “Shut up! Seriously, tell me the truth.”

“I’m so serious, Ella,” he chewed on his lip nervously. “I tell women this before things … you know,” he shrugged. “So that they’re not … thrown off guard.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Ella waved her hand in the air. “You’re telling me you have a micropenis? Like, how micro?”

“It’s about three inches.”

“Oh.” Ella tucked her lips between her teeth. “That's… fine!”

Thursday night

“Guys!” Ella yelled. Drake, Liam, Maxwell, and Leo all went quiet and stared at the woman in the middle of the living room. “This is not helpful; it’s just one date!”

“It IS helpful. You need to know what you’re getting yourself into, El,” Leo argued. “This is for science!” He pressed ‘Enter’ on the keyboard, and all four men leaned towards the screen while Ella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in frustration.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at,” Drake studied the laptop with furrowed brows.

“I think it’s right … there!” Liam exclaimed as he tapped the screen with his finger.

“No, that can’t be it!” Max whined as he slipped on his glasses.

“Yes, that’s it, right there!” Leo nodded as he turned his head sideways.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“That little … button?” Maxwell tipped his glasses down the bridge of his nose and squinted over the lenses. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s that button,” Drake confirmed with a satisfied nod.

Max’s eyes widened in realization. “No!”

“It’s like a single tent in a vast dark forest,” Leo whispered somberly.

“It’s like the 'I’ floating around in a bowl of alphabet soup,” Liam added.

“Oh, that’s so cool guys, an anteater is being born!” Maxwell exclaimed excitedly.

“That’s totally a micropenis dude,” Leo shook his head and gave Max a sideways glance.

“So … that’s a grown man?” Drake asked incredulously.

Silence.

Liam looked up with widened eyes. “Ella, you’re going out with someone who has one of these?!”

Leo let out a loud cackle. “Bet you won’t last a week with this guy!”

Ella glared. “I bet I last at least a month!”

“Put some money down,” Drake howled. “Because there is no WAY!”

“$500!”

Drake choked on his saliva. “Seriously?!”

Liam jumped from his spot on the couch. “Done!” Ella and Liam shook hands, locked eyes for a moment then quickly looked away.

Ella picked up her purse with a huff. “I hope you guys realize that a nice, sweet guy who just so happens to have a teeny squeaker is just as good as a guy with a big pogo stick.”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

ok ok, idk why but i feel like you could totally kill a "celebrating halloween with the elite" HC so here i am requesting it. (the elite before everything went down 🙃)

First of all, I make no promises but I will happily TRY, sweetie!! I’m so happy you have confidence in me to attempt this bc it honestly sounds like fun!! I hope you don’t mind if I keep it only moderately flirty but friendly? 

Warnings:

None, honestly. Gonna keep this as friendly and neutral as possible, even though I’m a slut for Hangman and Nick Jackson... Anyway, kids ya’ll can stay.

Tag Squad:

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Couldn’t find a gif in the gif search with all of them in it, so... Sorry!

⥂  You were dragged to their little Halloween gathering by a mutual friend. At first, you honestly didn’t plan to go because you felt like you’d be intruding and you barely knew anyone who was supposedly going. But, your mutual friend kept at it and kept at it until you agreed to go.

-- You wound up just throwing together a hockey mask, your favorite jeans and tee shirt and a plastic knife you may or may not have picked up at Spirit Halloween because honestly, you weren’t trying to hook up and you didn’t feel like freezing.

-- You’d barely been there five minutes and already, it kind of felt as if you’d just been adopted by the guys. Rather than feeling the urge to get the hell out of dodge, you found yourself settling in. 

⥂  Someone bought out the Halloween candy and you immediately dove for the bag. The rest of the guys huddled around it too, with you trying to sneak out all the milk duds and the caramels once you figured out if you didn’t then Matt and Nick were going to.

⥂  IIRC, Matt and Nick really don’t drink. And I don’t believe Kenny does either, so I could be wrong. I’m just picturing a night of clean non drunk fun and shenanigans, which started with someone making the suggestion that you engage in non drinking drinking games. When they realized you were a fucking legend at different show off ways to take shots/drinks, this became your ‘neat little party trick’ for the night. 

-- you were kind of glad it wasn’t alcohol you were all drinking, because honestly, by the seventh “Hey! Show us another way to take a shot” request from Kenny, you were kind of fucking done with all the apple juice and chilled apple cider. 

-- one of these was basically getting Adam to grab hold of your ankles as you did a handstand and picked up the plastic shot glass with your mouth before him letting your ankles go and you going right side up again, slamming the empty plastic shot glass onto a table nearby.

⥂ You do not have the same music taste as Kenny at all. And you quickly discovered that neither do Nick, Matt or Adam apparently, because you were just about to hand him the aux cord and your phone to let him go sit in your car and play dj for a while and Nick practically dove on you to grab the cord.

-- “Nooooo. Last year he played Monster Mash so many fucking times I got sick of that song.”

⥂  You got hold of the music again at some point and by the end of the hour that you kept control of it, the guys were all more than a little tired of hearing Motorhead and Ozzy. Or for whatever weird reason, Backstreet’s Back.

⥂ Watching them dance was fucking hilarious, okay? HILARIOUS. You were laughing so hard at one point when Adam tried to do the shuffle that you fell off the arm of the chair you’d been sitting on.

⥂  Somehow, you all wound up with a pinata filled with candy. By the end of that, whew... People were showing exactly how competitve they were. Kenny took off with the stick over his head in hot pursuit of Matt, who he claimed was somehow peeking through the blindfold.

-- the best part was when you got a turn and yeeted the stick across the open field all of this was taking place in. And THAT turned into an impromptu game of tag while trying to find another good stick to use.

⥂  Everyone started to settle down after a bit, gathering around the fire like moths. Nick was the one who hinted about ghost stories and you gladly spoke up.

-- By the end of telling ghost stories, all of you were laughing so hard your faces hurt because SOMEHOW, it turned into a friendly round of “I call complete and utter bullshit” and went from actual scary stories to comedic horror.

⥂  Honestly, you have never smiled so hard and laughed so much in your life. By the time you were leaving, you were thanking everyone for the invite and making plans to hang out again in the future. Which you did not mind one bit, honestly.

[hman5000]

Kit kits, milk duds, and pixiesticks!

Kitkats: What’s your favourite monster/scary fictional creature?

- Godzilla and King Kong

Milk duds: What is your favourite horror/spooky/Halloween movie?

- VHS 1 and VHS 2

Pixiesticks: What do you want to dress up as for Halloween?

- I truly don’t know… probably “Comfortable Man” lol

[toongrrl-blog]

Fashion Analysis: Nancy’s Purple work dress and Others Part 3

Back! And your’s truly sprained her ankle and we get intersectional with Nancy Wheeler’s “extended” family: The Party!

Let’s dig into this fashion cornucopia:

El and Max have mauve and lavender shades that call back to Nancy’s dress. Put a pin in those colors. 

Mike’s turquoise and navy shorts connect him with El, Will, and Nancy.

El and Jonathan are the only people who have their legs totally covered, likely tying one another to their status as siblings by the end of the season and a shared history of trauma.

Nancy stands out in her dress, a signifier of the femininity that made her a target in a misogynistic workplace, this time she is the avenging hero and her sexist boss is the damsel in distress. 

Jonathan and Lucas are bonded through neutral tones and crew necklines, likely checking their status of teenage boys taking on more mature roles (ladie’s man and working man), and how they don’t fit into the white male upper middle class hegemony of Hawkins. Everyone else has opened necklines revealing some clavicle and neck. 

Lucas is in a burgundy that calls back to the reds in Max’s and Will’s outfits.

El’s yellow scrunchie calls back to Max’s shorts and Will’s shirt. 

All three girls tie their hair back.

Mike, Will, and El are wearing collared shirts. There are some class differences here too: El’s and Mike’s clothes are new as befitting their place in the household (Hop’s only living child and he’s a cop while Mike’s father makes 6 figures) while Will only has access to clothes that appear to have been Jonathan’s but even then look too small and tight on his stretched out body (also a marker as to how behind he is around his friends due to the trauma of the supernatural and poverty). 

Everyone is wearing sensible (though fashionable) athletic shoes while Nancy wears flats.

We don’t blend into the decor of this hospital because we look so cute. 

Look at Will’s shorts, they are very early 1980s, also those socks on everyone....

El, because I don’t have Nikki Parker to do the bump, can you get me some Milk Duds, a Crunch bar, and Skittles?

Candy and looking over magazines, leaving behind grudges, while waiting in the boring hospital waiting room like regular kids...for a while.

Back to girls in purple tones: remember how I have talked about how women in period pieces, as of late, are often depicted in purple? Well in Stranger Things universe of 1985, purple means “Pretty Fucking Pissed Off Girls Taking Power back”. The girls have the same-old problems of the other ladies (misogynistic workplaces, a history of abuse, abandonment from men, men who don’t pull their weight in relationships, the male gaze, underestimation) and El is not going to take it. 

Distracted receptionists? A monster made up of the carcasses of two misogynists going after her future sister-in-law? No problem.

Slam, jam, toss, and crush.

Right back, no worse for the wear. They all have different colors, backgrounds, styles, ethnicities, hair and skin colors, different personalities, often they clash but always they are united for a common goal. 

Move over United Colors of Benetton, this is the Party. 

[ciggarettesfordinner]

june 7th🐷

eating log bc i have nothing better to do

breakfast:

-french toast: 300 cal

-tea monster: 10 cal

-milk duds: 200 cal

lunch:

-noodles: 260 cals

dinner:

-rice and fish: 230 cals

- salad: 90 cals

- ice cream: 360 cals

total: 1450 cals

so yeah i’m gonna go have an exsistential crisis in the corner crying about how my boyfriend is going to break up with me because i went 450 calories over my limit.