#out loud?? to a stranger?? ;-;

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Aang, you're really in it now...

This is Zu—I mean, Jian Li and Katara's second meeting in the Kyoshi Warriors AU. The first proper one, anyway.

Once they get through a minor difference of opinion or two (“I can carry my own basket!” “Never said you—” “I'm not weak!” “I didn't—” “Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean—” “Would you listen for once, woman?!” ) they'll become nearly inseparable.

For now Jian Li will carry Katara's basket all the way to the Kyoshi Warriors' dojo and, once there, they'll mercilessly tease Sokka when they see him in uniform.

[livsmessydoodles]

just for fun heres a little comic of a scene from @andiwriteordie 's fic i'll find a new place to be from!! it just felt SO in character i had to draw it out😭😭😭

anyway GO CHECK OUT ANDIS FIC its such an interesting take on how s5 could go, its incredibly hooking besides being insanely in character and very very funny GO READ IT NOW‼️‼️‼️

[mari-lair]

First meeting

[thelonelyshore-if]

Thinking about giving the option for the MC to start chapter 3 just like "fuck you guys im staying somewhere else" and letting them switch who they're staying with.

They could just "move out" of Ravi's and into Jay's, or vice versa...but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to let them stay with Beck or Perri for a bit. More than anything because I think it would be extremely funny.

[mikesbasementbeets]

Shall I teach you French while I'm at it, Jim? How about a little German?

[corrodedcoughin]

Wayne coming home after a night shift to see a monopoly board with a piece of paper over the top ‘DO NOT TOUCH. IMPORTANT EVIDENCE FOR ARGUMENT >:(‘ in a familiar hand writing. He also sees a mop of hair poking out of a blanket on the floor, soft snores whispering though the trailer.

Still barely in the front door, Wayne sighs to himself, starts to make his way to the bathroom but stops when the hall light lets a diffused glow in to the living room area. And there stands Steve Harrginton wrapped in a blanket, gives a soft ‘sorry wayne, we’re just going’. Wayne sets off to the bathroom again, g smiles when he hears the whispered conversation

‘Wh-? Steve? You still angry?’

‘Yeah, but I can’t sleep with you out here. Come on’

‘Okay’

He hears the soft footsteps retreating to Eddie’s room and knows the silly fight will blow up in the morning and just hopes he can sleep through the theatrics. He’s going to burn that board game. Or hide it at least

[eddiesghxst]

whenever it rains, it’s ridiculously loud in eddie’s trailer, you could practically sleep outside and get the same experience (aside from getting a little wet, obviously).

eddie, however, because he’s lived there for so long, doesn’t hear a thing. he sleeps like a baby through every single noise you could imagine, not even flinching when a small hail storm blows through. at first you don’t understand, you think eddie’s insane because how could anyone sleep soundly with this much noise going on?

until one night, you’re at your own house tossing and turning in your bed for hours before you give up and drive over to eddie’s because for some fucking reason, you admittedly miss it. you miss the loud pelting of rain and the whistling of the wind with the scraping sound of tree branches against the tin-like roof.

eddie’s mad that you drove in the middle of a storm, but let’s you in either way. you don’t tell him why you came, but eddie seems to understand when you both lay down, tangled in each other and let the loud beating of rain fill out the silence of his room. eddie can physically feel your body relax into his and he immediately knows—- he gets it because he’s the same way. it barely takes 5 minutes before you’re both knocked out and snoring.

eddie definitely teases you about it at the table the next morning, makes a joke that “you should just move in at this rate,” but wayne quickly shuts that down, “save up and move in next door, kids, i don’t need to see anymore than i’ve already seen.”

[billyharringson]

So I've written Brat Billy being dommed by a lot of the boys and I love him in all of those pairings but I genuinely think that the ultimate brat tamer in my Billy ships is Argyle.

He also just so happens to be the only character that I write as solely a Dom (just like I write Billy as solely a sub). He just gives me that energy and I think he'd be like the best Dom out of all the boys because he wouldn't bring ego into it. I'm not saying that Steve or Eddie would be bad at it, just that I can imagine there being more trip ups and miscommunications and things, especially at the start.

But Argyle knows that whilst he is the one in control he is also very aware that his sub is the one with the power. Billy is giving him that control because he trusts him, Billy wants him to break him down and make him behave and Argyle accepts that responsibility with the highest level of respect.

And because he has that knowledge and that comfort in himself he just radiates Dom energy to the point that if I'm writing polycule or Billycule the other boys will instantly defer to him even if they were convinced that they would never sub for anyone else (thinking of Sir Steve from my Billy and his 4 Dom's series).

[brown-little-robin]

okay, I'm crowdsourcing advice for a minute, so bear with me and please lend some words if you have any:

I want to get out of the house more. Like, on a regular basis. Weekly, maybe. Preferably, I would like to be interacting with people—the same people—every time, for... like... accountability, but also because I am hoping to put myself out there as the 21st century's most neurotic platonic Casanova. Uh. Making a friend or more out of this would be desirable. But I think if I go out with the intention of making a friend, I will be disappointed.

So. I want to go do something, for that something's own sake. I don't want to go be fake once a week hoping to get a friend out of it.

However, the beautiful state of Iowa is a bit cultureless, and I am too introverted and easily overwhelmed for this world (e.g. going to bars is probably not gonna be my thing). So.... I guess.... any suggestions? opinions? thoughts on making friends in general, or finding good activities as an introverted adult, in general?

oh yeah, also: I am poor. that's a factor. so. signing up a class or similar is not a great option right now.

what the heck, I'll add a silly poll for fun:

[chrissymunsons]

*eddie every 5 mins*: okay but look at how hot my girlfriend is

[emblazons]

"I feel him. He's activated."

"That’s where I started seeing byler—like my guy, y’all are literally about to be killed, now’s not the time to be admiring Will Byers’ beauty. (That’s a lie. Every time’s a time to be admiring Will Byers’ beauty)."

Will Byers & Mike Wheeler in S03E04 - The Sauna Test an @emblazons 1K free space gifset for @camel-casing

[kazhan-draws]

Sometimes you don't need words, you know.

[capn-twitchery]

thinking. there surely has to have been Someone twitch ran into that helped them right out of the honey gardens

like,, people surely would have been searching for the escaped prisoner that fucked shit up on the way out. they must have been hidden for a while,,they would have been both So easy to catch/murder after chugging way too much red honey, and super confused and disoriented afterwards, with no idea who they are, nowhere to go & no contacts in london.

where did they get money. new clothes. where on earth did they get silverer shades. wtf happened in that stretch of time

[allthishumanityforfree]

[estrellami-1]

(Push Away the) Lonely Times

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Thanks to @artiststarme for the title inspiration!! ❤️

It’s at the tail end of a fourteen-hour shift, because retail is one of the circles of hell, that Jim sees him.

He’s seen him around before, with friends, jumping around and playing pretend and buying a candy bar with a stray few coins.

Now, though, he’s alone. Pushing a cart that’s almost taller than he is through the aisles. He seems ages away from where he was, even just last summer, with his friends.

Jim watches, because despite his exterior, he has a heart. He watches as the kid—because that’s what he is, at ten years old—does the chores Jim thinks the mother should be doing.

Not that women should be the only ones doing grocery shopping. His mother would scalp him for the thought. But because honest-to-God kids shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing.

He watches as the kid consults a list, looks between two or three different items, counts on his fingers, then finally shrugs and picks one of them.

He finally comes up to the register, cart about halfway full, and Jim knows this kid, knows his parents, knows there’s something wrong.

“Yer ma didn’ wanna come in?”

“Ah, no, sir,” Steven Harrington says, then hesitates strangely. “She’s busy.”

Busy is one word for it, Jim privately thinks, but nods. “Put yer thin’s on the belt, kid, I gotta scan ‘em.”

Steven does so, scarily efficiently, knows to keep the eggs and bread separate from everything else. Jim thinks about the scarce ingredients he sees in the cart, the myriad frozen dinners. Is privately thankful that the kid isn’t going to be cooking every night.

Jim scans the items, limiting himself to three glances at Steven as he does so. Nods to the shelf by the register. “Go ‘head ‘n pick a candy bar.”

“Oh,” Steven says, eyes wide. “I- I don’t have the money for that-”

Jim winks at him. Is pleased to see a small answering smile. “I won’t tell,” he says, and Steven shows more energy in his little hop over to the shelf than he had all day so far.

He grabs a Snickers, and Jim thinks back to last summer, thinks he remembers Steven grabbing the same one back then. Nods to himself.

“Right,” he says, and tells Steven the total.

Steven pulls out some bills, counts them out, and part of Jim wants to tell him to keep all his money.

He doesn’t. But he does distract Steven, convince him he’d overpaid by twenty dollars. Slips his own bill into the till when the kid walks out.

Jim watches as he loads his groceries onto his bike and pedals away.

He takes his break, goes into the back room, and calls Jim Hopper.

“Jim,” he says, because he thinks he’s hilarious, even though he knows he goes by Hopper.

Hopper grunts. “Jim.”

“Do me a favor? The Harrington kid, Steven. Think he’s alone.”

Hopper’s smart. He knows how to read between the lines. He sighs, long and drawn-out. “Guess I’m taking my uniform off.”

Jim laughs, but says, “Thanks, Hop. R’min’ me t’buy you a coffee.”

“You know I will,” Hopper says, which they both know is a lie. Jim owes Hopper at least two full pots by now.

He gets off the phone, looks at the clock, and sighs. Back to work.

He thinks about Steven the entire time.

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[yesimtrashforit]

This song is Byler. Will's POV. Thank me later.