#rotted orange

[jade-clementine]

A little doodle for @clioarcadia

Clio and Raphael meeting Jade and her Raphael. I think they’d get along

In the Blood Orange multiverse Raph is about 7 feet tall, Jade is 5’7”

[mylenapony-alt]

Late Halloween thing. Ima post this here because I don’t want this on the Jade blog

TW for disturbing imagery, stalking, and obsessive behavior

@cherry-blossom-consumer because you wanted to see it

[ph-cutie]

trustworthy interviewees

nonshiny version belowcut

[docnukes]

Davesport sauna because the world is my toy and I play with it

[potatoqueenpal]

"ASHER ISNT GAY." They cry. Bigoted tears falling down their red cheeks.

"STOP FORCING YOUR LGBTQ+ REP ON EVERYTHING"

"No." I respond. Squishing two Makeshift dolls of Asher and David together while making "mwah" noises.

[steviewashere]

Orange Slice for All My Lovin'

Rating: General CW: None apply for this one! Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Future Fic, Sharing Food, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Peeling Oranges, Tooth Rotting Fluff

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is sharing food."

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Eddie hated peeling his oranges. Didn’t like jabbing his thumbs into the peel. Or the juice that sprayed out. Because then he was sticky. And he didn’t do sticky as a texture—not on his skin. It was gross to him. Usually, he’d have Uncle Wayne peel his oranges for him. But, he doesn’t live in Indiana anymore, doesn’t live with Uncle Wayne.

He lives with Steve Harrington in Chicago, Illinois. In a little apartment with two windows that don’t open fully, a fridge door that has to be shut with their hips, and the air conditioner that always gave out mid-way through July. But it was theirs and it was snug and they loved being away from the past that haunted them.

The fun thing about Steve, his wonderful and beautiful Steve, is that he absolutely adores oranges. Always has one for his work lunch. Eats one with his breakfast. Has an orange ready for his study sessions and an hour before he sleeps. He’s very intricate in the way he peels his oranges. And, the thing Eddie never thought to do, he uses a little pocket knife.

That’s something Eddie likes watching. Steve will grab fruit from their fruit bowl on the counter. He’ll hold it out in front of him. And lift the pocket knife to its skin, slicing it away from his body. Sometimes, depending on the fruit, he’ll eat the slices off the blade of the knife. It made Eddie think about somebody rugged like Indiana Jones. And, he won’t deny it, Harrison Ford had been one of his first celebrity crushes. So that says something, he’s sure.

But that’s not the point. Eddie hates peeling his oranges. Steve loves doing so.

They’re sitting at their dining table the next time either of them wants an orange. Steve’s got the newspaper folded over to the crossword puzzle, a mug of steaming coffee to the left, and his pocket knife and orange dutifully staring up at him from the table. Eddie simply has a plate of toast, a mug of coffee, and his orange. His stupid, vicious, sticky orange.

He watches Steve peel his. All intricate, delicate, and juice free. Eddie slumps in his chair, orange between his palms, thumb gliding over the textured skin. He wants his so bad. But he will not put himself through the torture of having sticky fingers. Not when he has other stuff to eat and things to do this morning. Yes, absolutely, he could wash his hands afterwards. But even when he does so, it’s like the sticky feeling resonates with him, it quite literally sticks to him.

He resigns himself to having a banana instead. Though, just as he’s passing by Steve to get to their kitchen, Steve’s palm shoots out and lands in the center of Eddie’s stomach. Effectively stopping him. He hums at the contact, orange in his grip, the citrus of Steve’s own filling his nose.

Steve’s hand travels south to Eddie’s fruit. He sets it in front of him, where he’s still leaning over the crossword puzzle, and gestures to Eddie for him to sit back down. So, Eddie sits down, intrigued. Until, wonderfully, Steve begins to peel Eddie’s orange, too.

Away from himself. The skin in long stripes. Barely any juice trickling down his fingertips. He reaches across the table for Eddie’s plate of toast, rearranging them, and setting the orange in the middle. And then he just slides it back over.

All without saying a single damn word. Eddie wonders how he just always knows.

“I don’t know how you do that,” he says in awe.

“Do what?” Steve murmurs, nose to his newspaper.

“Just peeling my orange. Like it’s no problem.”

Steve, the bastard, just shrugs. Nose down, glasses perched on his nose, tongue poking out between his lips, filling out the paper. Free hand gripped to his mug. Surrounded by stripes of orange peel. But noticeably, there are no slices of oranges.

Eddie picks his own up. Twisting it around in his hands.

Now, Eddie doesn’t like the juice dripping down his fingers. But Steve doesn’t like the white pulp. So, Eddie does the only logical thing. He gets up from the table, wanders into the kitchen, and sits back down with a fork in hand. And he peels as much pulp off as he feasibly can.

And when he’s done, he reaches across the table, unwrapping Steve’s hand from his mug, and plops down the pulp free slices in his hand. Half the orange in Steve’s beautiful palm.

Steve looks up to Eddie. His eyes wide and his mouth agape.

“Thank you for helping me, baby,” Eddie whispers.

The view from across the table could be compared to every painted sunset. Steve smiles softly, his eyes crinkling with it, smile lines deepening, his nose crinkling. He sets a slice of orange on his tongue. And he wiggles in place in his seat. He’s such a dork, Eddie can’t help himself from thinking.

“You’re cute, sweetheart,” Eddie mutters, going back to his food.

“Love you, too,” Steve whispers.

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[tapeworrmart]

The horrifying intimacy of an open wound

[arcade-kid-404]

this worm is giving me brainrot :]

[elssbethtascioni]

I wish I didn't, but I did.

[jade-clementine]

[dead-man-stimming]

The Corruption

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[rocococoa]

hawk always seems to have milk in his fridge or is always ready to offer some to tim like - episode 1 when he mentions that he doesn’t have any milk when offering tim something to drink? that scene in episode 6 where he bought him a large fucking bottle after picking up tim? having bottles of milk ready in their little haven in the fridge in episode 8? i wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bottle in the bag during that one 80s scene in episode 4. the dairy industry must love this lovesick man.

[franksthoughtdaughter]

I gave u everythinggggg wtffff

[agiroflee98]

There's not really a point to this post - this is just an observation I've made regarding the Try Guys & their recent rebranding.

Before the Ned scandal, the Try Guys had a 4-color scheme & each person was associated with a specific color. Ned's color(s) was red/pink.

After Ned got kicked out, the Try Guys company/brand entered the "orange" era.

At first I wondered, "Why the orange era?" but then something clicked...

In the rainbow, orange is the color that comes after red (aka Ned's color).

The "Orange" era came right after the "Ned" era!!!

According to color psychology, orange is a color that represents warmth, positivity, & the enhancement of creativity. So this era quite literally is about being positive in spite of everything that's happened with Ned & focusing on better things/projects to come for the channel & the Guys personally. And that's really beautiful. <3 <3 <3

I don't know if this makes any sense or if this was planned by the company or not, but damn I think that that's really clever. 💚💙💜

F*** Ned. Bring on the orange. 🎃🍁🍊

[liquidlycan]

Malenia, Blade of Miquella - Elden Ring Stimboard

cw blades

themes of decay, rot, death and rebirth

requested by no one but this was insanely self indulgent

x | x | x x | x | x x | x | x

[grimbothefool]

all my friends having redhead ocs kinda makin me wanna make a fallout ginger...also because i have a thing for gingers but thats IRRELEVANT. OKAY.