#should i make a part 2?

[starfirebutterfly1]

°•♡really wanna be a maid since I like cleaning, but wanting to serve a rich prevy mommy who'll make me wear a remote controlled vibrator, so she can walk in and see the mess I made on the marble floor. My punishment being to make her cum or else I'll have to lick my mess from the floor. I don't wanna leave because of how good the pay is but if I don't complete a order i'll be fired. Being trained to be the best slutty maid who sucks mommys tits when asked, being paid extra to make her friends cum as well when they're over. Licking her grool is apart of cleaning she says, so she'll make me lap at her cunt for hours until she says it's clean enough. Need a mommy who'll force me with money to be a slutty little maid for her entertainment ♡•°

[sam-loves-seb]

thinking about eddie, a decade later, maybe two, and corroded coffin has gone on to be a world famous metal band and eddie gets recognized as their front man everywhere he goes. he loves it, for a time, creating joy with his music, having fun on tour with his friends, listening to entire stadiums sing his words back to him. it's the life he always wanted, and he's grateful.

but it's not 1986 anymore, he's not some twenty year old kid with energy to burn. none of them are. jeff has two kids at home that miss him terribly when the band's on tour, and gareth is married now with a baby of his own on the way. they all still love the band that changed their lives, and the shitty lyrics from their first album they wrote in gareth's mom's garage back in hawkins, and all the music that came after. but now--it might be time for a break.

"We're not breaking up," Eddie announces at their last show. "Far from it. We just--we need a little time to be normal again. To enjoy this part of our life before it's gone. We'll be back, someday, I know we will," he says, and the band nods along with him, their hands held over their hearts as the stadium cheers around them. "Consider it a hiatus. And don't even think about forgetting us while we're gone."

So, Jeff flies home and gets to go to his son's first t-ball game, and Gareth heads back to LA to finish setting up the nursery before his wife goes into labor. And Eddie?

Well, Eddie goes home.

To a little house just outside of Indianapolis, bought in 1989 after they signed their first record deal. Three bedrooms, two car garage, one husband waiting in the driveway when his car pulls up.

(That last one didn't come with the house, but it is what makes this place a home. Eddie's home.)

It's not until Eddie collapses in Steve's arms does he realize how much he needs this. That he realizes how tired he is, and just how homesick he's become.

"I missed you," Steve murmurs into his hair, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

"I'm never leaving home again," Eddie whispers back, clutching onto Steve's polo shirt and letting the tears start to pool in his eyes.

"We both know that's not true," Steve teases, pressing a kiss to Eddie's temple.

"Not for a long while, then," Eddie tells him, lifting his head and cupping his husband's face.

Steve tilts his head, his brows furrowing a bit in confusion, a single crease forming between them. It's deeper than it was when they first got together, back when they were all still kids. His hair is different too, still floppy and styled and perfect, but shorter, only a little bit, and just starting to salt and pepper near his temples. It's barely noticeable, unless you're Eddie Munson and you spend every moment you can studying the planes of Steve Harrington's face.

"I'm retired," Eddie tells him, only half joking.

"You're thirty-nine."

"Semi-retired," he rolls his eyes, takes his husband's hand, and leads him into their house where their two cats are waiting for them. "And making the most of it. Starting now."

[your-honor-im-zesty]

Stuck in the Boiler Room with You and Your Stupid Blue Eyes

Leo was straight, okay? He was straight. With a capital S. Just your Typical Straight Heterosexual Guy Who Is Very Much Attracted To Girls But Not Guys.

Yeah, that was him. To a T.

Which was why he was absolutely infuriated by Jason's eyes.

He hated them. They were blue- electric blue, piercing and clear. They crinkled and narrowed and fluttered and squinted all while remaining that frustrating shade of blue. Which he hated.

It was distracting, for one. He can hardly get any work done whenever Jason's around, because Jason was his best friend, and everyone talked to their best friends. And when Leo talked to people, he looked at them, right in the face- and inevitably, right into those frustratingly blue eyes.

Like right now, for instance.

"So," said Jason, leaning to peer at the Argo ll blueprints. He points to the room they're in right now- the boiler room. "Here's where we are." His fingers drags across the paper to pause at the hallway of rooms. "And that's where everyone else is."

"Congratulations, Grace- you can see!" Leo keeps his voice cheery and sarcastic, trying to focus his gaze on the blueprints and not those damn blue peepers.

Jason snorted. "You're very happy for someone who's locked in a boiler room for the next 3 hours."

That pretty much killed the mood.

Leo wasn't even sure how or why the boiler room was locked; he had double checked the mechanics back at Camp Half-Blood, and it had been adequate enough. So there was no reason for them to be stuck in here without any means of leaving- but hey, maybe the universe hated him. It certainly seemed to be holding a grudge against him lately. He wondered if he'd done something wrong in his past life and this was his penance.

"Relax, Superman- 3 hours you'll be blessed with my gracious presence!" he said brightly. "It's a great honor, really. If either of us should be bursting with happiness right now, it's you."

Jason huffed. "Piper'll have my ass for this in the morning," he muttered.

Ah yes. Piper. The girlfriend. Of his best friend. That also kind of killed the mood, though he wasn't sure how. Piper was also his best friend, and it wasn't like he hated her or anything. She was a pleasant person (when she wasn't raving about Drew Tanaka or making googly eyes at Jason)

Eyes. Jason. That was a no-no combination. He really had to stop thinking about it.

He clasped his hands together. "Never fear, Jason! Your very smart, very handsome, very heroic best friend can think himself out of every problem." He winked. "We'll be out of here before the clock strikes twelve, Cinderella."

"Cinderella?" Jason looked at him blankly.

"Dude. Don't tell me you don't know Cinderella."

Jason shrugged.

"Come on!" Leo was appalled. "What did you read growing up? What were your bedtime stories?"

"Lupa once told me the story of a boy who got eaten," Jason mused. "He talked too much, apparently. She told me the same thing would happen to me if I didn't shut my mouth."

O-kay. Leo made a mental note to schedule a therapy appointment for his best friend. That boy had some serious trauma.

"Alright, Plan A," he announced. "Unlocking the door."

"You already tried that. Multiple times."

Leo wrinkled his nose at him. "Man, at least be my cheerleader if you're not gonna help. Put those pretty boy looks to use."

It was a joke, obviously- even if Leo did think Jason was the living embodiment of pretty boy. But Jason looked more flustered than amused by the joke.

"Sure," he coughed, taking a sudden interest in the floor. "Go Leo. L-E-O. For Leo."

"You're pathetic," Leo told him. He walked away, making a bee-line for the boiler door. Jason trailed after him. "Seriously, Piper would be disappointed."

At the mention of Piper, Jason clammed up.

Leo knelt, taking a screwdriver from his pocket and began to work. Often, when Leo switched to what he liked to call his "Magic Mindset", his fingers suddenly had a mind of their own. He didn't even know the kinks of half the things he fixed, but in situations like this, the answers came naturally, like they'd been sitting in the back of his mind as excess knowledge. Thanks, Hephaestus.

But Magic Mindset seemed to be out of order today; a few minutes had passed and the door remained firmly locked.

Leo grunted, rising to his feet. "Damn door," he grumbled, pocketing his screwdriver.

Jason looked smug, all earlier bashfulness gone. "Told you so."

"Shut up, Grace. Onto Plan B."

"Which is...?"

Leo pointed at him. "Your job, not mine. It's not fair for me to do all the work, is it?"

Jason narrowed his eyes- shit, his eyes. "Fucker," he groused, which was surprising. You would think The Golden Boy Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter and New Rome's Grandest Hero, would know better than to curse.

Jason peered around; his eyes- Leo cursed at himself, what was it about those eyes?- caught on the ceiling. "There."

"What?" Leo followed his gaze. "That's a ceiling, dude."

"Look closer."

Leo did and- oh. Oh.

Hell no.

"That's ridiculous," he said. "I'm not climbing into an air vent. I have too much dignity for that."

Jason looked unfazed. "Have fun in the boiling room alone, then."

"Wha- HEY! GRACE GET BACK HERE!"

Jason had launched himself into the air, and was now hovering a few feet above. A rare, mischievous grin unfurled across his face- Leo didn't even know Jason had the ability to be mischievous. "Coming or not?"

"You're a menace to society," Leo told him. "And I'm speaking as the person who gets frequently shamed for putting pineapple on his pizza."

"I was raised by wolves- forgive me if my ettiquette isn't very decent," said Jason dryly. He reached a hand below, and Leo accepted it.

Shit. Was his hand greasy? He never really washed it after using his tools...and now he wished he had. Curse his lazy ass.

His hand was definitely warm. Double shit. Jason was probably grossed out. Was he grossed out? Leo craned his neck to check; Jason was staring back at him, brows furrowed. He didn't look disgusted, per se, but his expression was definitely odd.

"What? Admiring my good looks?" Leo teased.

Jason's cheeks blotched red. "Can't admire something nonexistent," he retorted, yanking Leo from the ground. His free hand grabbed Leo's elbow, adjusting him so that they were eye level in the air.

Damn blue eyes. They would be the death of him.

"Alright, Tinkerbell," Leo said. "Get me up there- I'll unscrew the vent for you, be your Peter Pan."

"What the hell is a Tinkerbell?" Jason muttered as he floated them both higher, until the air vent was within reach. Leo reached for his screwdriver once again, making a mental note to buy Jason a storybook once they returned from their quest. If they returned from their quest.

"Your lack of childhood upsets me," he said mildly as he unscrewed the vent open. Jason grunted and gently pushed him in; Leo crawled in.

"You coming?"

Jason grunted in reply, crawling inside. Leo couldn't see him, but his voice sounded distinctly disgruntled. "I hate small spaces."

"Genius idea, then, to use one to escape," Leo said sardonically.

"They're too small."

"Once again, proving your eyesight to be exceptional, Mr. Grace."

Jason let out a growl reminiscent to a wolf's. "Valdez, you better start crawling."

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i had way too much fun writing this fic. (in my defense, i'm on a writing spree rn)

[jeremysknoxes]

i love how six of crows is described as six dangerous outcasts and then there’s this:

and these:

[invalidstories]

Shadows of Justice (Part 1)

Warnings: mentions of violence, themes of danger/tension, restraint and confinement

Part 2, Part 3

Beneath the moonlit sky, the city shimmered with lights, casting shadows over its labyrinthine streets. Hero, dressed in their usual attire, navigated the urban maze with determination, closing in on their target.

For months, Hero had been tracking Villain, a notorious criminal wreaking havoc across the city. Tonight, however, marked the end of Villain's reign of terror.

They knew the risks of facing Villain alone, knew the danger that awaited them within the alleyways and abandoned buildings that Villain called home. But they also knew that it was their duty as the city's protector to confront evil no matter the risks.

As Hero neared their destination—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a sense of anticipation coiled in their stomach. They could feel the Villain's presence like a dark shadow looming just out of reach.

Hero pushed open the rusted door of the warehouse and stepped into the darkness. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the space.

Hero's heart pounded in their chest as they made their way deeper into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. They knew Villain was close, could feel their presence like a weight pressing down on their shoulders.

And then, suddenly, Villain emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. There was a dangerous edge to Villain's smile, that also sent a shiver down Hero's spine.

“You finally decided to show yourself, Hero,” Villain taunted, their voice dripping with disdain. "I was starting to think you were afraid of a little challenge."

Hero's jaw clenched at the taunt. “You won't be laughing for long, Villain,” they retorted, their voice low and threatening. “Tonight, justice will be served.”

Hero launched themselves forward, fists clenched and ready for battle. Villain put them head-on, their movements were fluid and precise as they dodged Hero's blows with infuriating ease.

The ensuing battle was intense, each strike reverberating through the warehouse. Hero fought with righteous fury, but Villain was no ordinary adversary. With a cunning mind and lightning-fast reflexes, they matched Hero blow for blow, their laughter echoing off the walls as they danced around Hero's attacks with infuriating ease.

As the battle raged on, Hero's frustration grew, their blows becoming more erratic as Villain continued to evade their grasp. But just when it seemed that Villain would slip away once again, Hero launched a desperate final attack.

The well-timed strike sent Villain crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

"You're finished, Villain," Hero declared, their voice full of triumph. "Your reign of terror ends here."

But as they moved to place Villain in restraints, something flickered in Villain's eyes—a hint of vulnerability that sent a chill down Hero's spine.

“What have you done?” Villain whispered, their voice barely above a whisper. "You don't understand...you can't..."

But Hero paid no attention to Villain's words, their sense of righteousness drowning out any hint of doubt. They placed the restraints around Villain's wrists, sealing their fate with a final click.

And as they led Villain away into the night, Hero couldn't shake the feeling that they had just crossed a line from which there could be no return. But for now, victory was theirs, and the city would sleep a little easier knowing that Villain was finally behind bars.

Masterlist

[panzershrike-pretz]

Band of Brothers as dogs - pt. 1(??maybe)

Yeah I don't really have anything to do (actually do, but procrastination is my favorite sport) and was thinking about my own comment of Webster looking like a dog (and @malarkgirlypop 's bit about him being Kermit, Jenna Marbles' dog), so i decided to do the rest of the guys :]

Enjoy!

Dick Winters - Nova Scotia Duck-tolling Retriever

This one i picked based on red-hairness alone lmao. They're inteligent and alert dogs, with high energy. Tollers love having a job to do (and Winters never seem to really catch a breake, does he?)

Lewis Nixon - Bernese Mountain Dog

This breed is a big, smart, hard-worker and goofy kind. But you know what else they are? Lazy. They love to just sleep around (much like Nix, omg that man sleeps more than his bed lmao). They also have the tendency to bond with only one family member... (Winters 👀)

Carwood Lipton - Australian Shepherd

These dogs are smart, loyal and protective. They're a kind of shepherd, so it fits well with Lip, who kind of whole thing is keepin' Easy together xD

Ronald Speirs - Doberman Pinscher

Look. I know it's just a bad fame of these dogs, because they're actually sweethearts - but they still look scary. It is one of the smartest dog breeds. These are guard dogs and are bred to look intimidating and be fearless. Like someone i know-

David Webster - Italian Greyhound

Yeah. Kermit in specific. No brain. At all.

[velnias1]

Sirius: so who do you fancy? And don’t say no one, you’ve been a lot less depressing to be around lately

Y/N: wow..

Sirius: don’t avoid the question Potter

Y/N: it’s not important pads

Sirius: if you say moony I swear-

Y/N: it’s not moony

Sirius: good…then who is itttt

Y/N: your brother.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Please, share and leave comments. I'm curious to see how this turns out, and my attention span only lasts for about 1 day so I can find things here.

"Welcome to Lust" link here.

[munsoner]

okay so you kissed eddie. or eddie kissed you? you can’t remember much aside from the lingering clouds of cigarette smoke curling around his fingers and the taste of him in your mouth, on your tongue. but it happened, and it happened again and you’re a thing? sort of? you haven’t gone further than kissing, too nervous yet to be truthful that you needed a hand in your hair, at your throat, spit in your mouth (his hands, his mouth)

but youve always been comfortable around eddie - can’t help it when he tucks your hair behind your ear, or stacks his rings on your fingers while you talk, and neither of you really recognise or care about the social boundaries about talking about sex, so when he’s walking you to english lit with his arm over your shoulders and youre talking about anatomy and reproduction after your biology class, he’s laughing as you argue that the afab orgasm is not easier to reach, thank you very much, but he shuts up when you mention that you should know because nobody else has ever made you come. his silence makes you smile, watching his brows crease as he processes the new information.

“you - what? but what about the guy from that club, you two hooked up? a few times??”

“yeah, sex can be more than just reaching a climax, but he definitely didn’t know his way around a pussy. kept rubbing at my thigh.”

eddie cringes, pulls you to the side of the corridor away from the rush of students. lowers his voice and ducks his head. “you’re serious?”

he’s staring at you, breathing a little heavier than you remember, eyes dilated. you squeeze your thighs together to try to contain the heat in your stomach.

you nod at him, smile growing as he screws his face up, knocking his fist against a locker. “nuh uh, sweetheart, that’s cheating! you really expect me to leave you alone till after class? darlin’ i’m not even sure i could make it to the truck right now.”

his voice is strained, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your underwear as he clenches his fists again. when he speaks, he’s inches from your face, hot breath hitting your checks.

“tonight, eh? i’ll show you how easy it can be. c’mon baby, you want that?”

he’s boxing you in against the lockers, and you’re shaking, and the bell rings just as you’re gasping out “yes, eddie, please!”

he walks you the rest of the way to class in silence, both of you too worked up to risk even looking at each other at risk of skipping class for more enjoyable activities.

[reinainaric]

OMG YOUR SATORU FIC WAS SO GOOOOOD!! Loved the part where Shoko pulled Jia's hair (GET HER ASS). You're a really talented writer, you write romance so well :)

Don't forget to drink water <3

STOPPP YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY 😭 I didn't really expect my fic to get so much attention, but thank you so much for appreciating my work and me as a writer, you're so sweet ily 🥺

And fun fact actually, other than our queen Shoko pulling Jia's hair, I was supposed to write Utahime slapping Gojo across the face but I didn't know how to put it in the fic so I didn't 🥲

don't forget to drink your water as well! 🩷

[galaxygirl8880]

Someone finds out Cale planned to stab himself so they tell everyone and then confiscate the root so he has to convince someone to form a plan with him (Cale is forced to agree to make this plan a last resort) anyways at the temple, everyone's watching and Cale is standing before the white star and he suddenly jumps in front of him like he's going to shield him from something and there's a loud bang and suddenly Cale and the white star have both been skewered with a long sword and Choi han and anyone who's watching heart drops and the sword has been pulled out, there's a pool of blood forming by their feet and the drips are so LOUD-

And when Choi han goes in to kill the Bastard, his sword is blocked by none other than Eruhaben who looks like he's about to break down but Eruhaben is their ally so why why WHY-

In a blinded rage Choi-han starts attacking ruthlessly not holding back at all and he's crying all the same because he's weak. The one person he swore to protect even if it cost him his life because this single person gave him a home right after he lost his second and now that person is dead.

Eruhaben wasn't there to hold raon back. Raon saw everything. That fucking TRAITOR-

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Okay I'ma leave it at that

I had a vague scene in my head then just decided to let my fingers type

[theveryattacheduser]

piper headcannons - a demigirl and uses she/they -a fellow duck,pigeon and dove owner - 3 of each - she named all of her pets after a random object -graphic eyeliner enthusiast -they cut their own hair and it always turns out perfect -has a lip ring -she is such a good secret keeper? like she is the person you can trust with secrets {although she only shares the secrets with will so be careful} -oh you need relationship advice? ask piper -she is way more chaotic than she seems to be. especially with leo. oh dear god they are menaces when they are together -has such a strong sibling love for leo -they love their cabin -eventually became besties with drew -she is a HUGE gift giver -like seriously never mention you want something in front of her because she will get it -a fellow button collector -she loves decorating places, infact, she is one of the decorating managers when there is an event in camp half blood -she has one of those jock jackets that is covered from pins because of how often she travels -lovessss video games -I feel like when They are of legal age, they totally would be a huge wine drinker -an IT girl on instagram -has vitiligo [headcannon made by : @slipknotsynchronizedheadbang}

-a sweet tooth -like an extreme sweet tooth -she loves watching cartoons, especially if they were in her child -a huge hello kitty fan -they make their own wall posters, and it got so popular that they started selling them on camp grounds for 20 dollars each -defitnetly has one of those interest rooms -heart shaped pillows, purple and pink leds, vinyls -owns a retro vinyl player and she is obsessed with it -huge sza, weekend, arctic monkeys and the neighborhood fan -an online editor -she loves embracing her culture, and is in fact very proud of it too -super chill with everyone, but beware, don't go on her bad side because she does NOT hold back -will and her are like gossip girls of the camp - they probably store all their concert tickets and autographs in like a small cabinet - rachel and piper bond over crystal - had like a huge crush on annabeth during HOO, but it faded away when lavinia came along -small spoon always -always brings flowers for lavinia at any moment any time

[orangesunsets12]

Steve Harrington, who, despite the rich parents that he had, never unwrapped a Christmas gift, and didn't have any gifts waiting for him under the tree on Christmas day. Steve thought, was told, that only those deserving of gifts actually received them, and that believed that he would never deserve any. He wasn't good enough, was he? He didn't deserve any sort of gift, he didn't deserve to take part in this holiday that everyone loved so much. Why else wouldn't he get a gift? Why else would he be the only kid not coming to school with a brand new toy? Who wasn't buzzing with excitement over the candy and gifts, even days after?

But he tried. He tried so, so hard to deserve a gift, even a small one. He tried to get good grades, to be the perfect son his parents wanted so desperately, even sent letters to Santa in his messy handwriting, every year without fail, hoping that that jolly man actually cared.

Yet, every year, he was met with the same sight. A bare Christmas Tree, with no perfectly wrapped gifts under it. No stocking by the fireplace. Not even a smile from his parents.

As time went on, all of his efforts to be better failing, no matter how hard he tried, Steve decides that he could never deserve something like a Christmas gift. He would never be good enough. So, he stopped trying. He let his grades slip, he put on a mask of popularity and pride, he stopped writing letters to Santa, who he was now convinced was completely made up (or, just another person who didn't think that he was good enough, he wasn't sure which one he preferred) and stopped trying to impress his parents.

But, if he didn't deserve any gift, it didn't mean that no one else did.

It was after the second time the Upside Down had threatened to kill everyone, and the Party, as Dustin called it, were going to celebrate Christmas early, together as a group. The way Steve understood it was that there would be gifts for those who deserved it, food, a Christmas tree, and Christmas movies galore. It sounded nice, but Steve knew that he had a lot of work to do.

Everyone in their group deserved gifts, Steve was sure of it. They had fought literal monsters, went though countless struggles, yet stayed strong though it all....they deserved all of the gifts that he could give them. So, he went on a shopping spree, vaguely wondering if he deserved a gift this year. He shook the thought away. He never deserved one, this year would be no different.

When the day came, everyone was overjoyed to receive the gifts from him, even Hopper ruffling Steve's hair with a "thanks, kid", and Steve couldn't stop smiling, glad that he made them happy. They deserved it. They deserved the gifts that he got them.

The music in the room was full of joy, and the gift giving slowly came to a close, leaving one present under the tree. Steve frowned as he noticed it, hadn't everyone who deserved a gift gotten one? He did a quick scan of the room and found that everyone had a gift in their hands. Everyone but him.

Tears burned in his eyes as Dustin passed him the gift from under the tree, smiling eagerly as Steve took it, shaking slightly.

"It's for you, Steve! We all got one for you!"

Steve studied the gift in his hand, perfectly wrapped with a bow on top, holding something heavy inside that made his breath hitch in his throat.

No. No, this wasn't right. Something wasn't right. None of this was right.

"I...I don't deserve this." He whispered, and the whole room fell silent.

Part 2

Link on A03

[marvins-linguinie]

eddie walks into steve and his bedroom

eddie: so, i was thinking about something... steve? you awake?

steve lets out a small snore, answering eddie's question.

eddie carefully slides steve's glasses of of his face, gently setting them down on the nightstand.

he takes the LOTR book out of steve's hands and sets it down next to his glasses.

eddie lies down next to steve and falls asleep.

of course, when eddie opens his eyes, steve along with his glasses and book are gone.

steve leaves for work pretty early in the morning

eddie has a burning question that he can't get out of his head, so he decides to pay steve a visit at family video.

steve: hey!

eddie: hey, harrington.

steve: why does your face look like that? are you okay? what's wrong?

eddie: nothing! nothing.. i just... had a question.

steve: if it's about the coffee, i didn't have time this morning to make any-

eddie: what? no. have you um..

steve: spit it out

eddie: have you ever thought of leaving hawkins?

steve: no? where is this coming from?

eddie: i've been thinking about it for a few days. it wouldn't be permanent. just for a week or two. i mean, haven't you ever wondered what the world looks like outside of indiana?

steve: what if something happens with the upside down and the kids need me? if im a state away, how will i-

eddie: no. don't start with that. steve, the upside down hasn't been a problem in three years. the kids will be fine. the only thing holding you back is yourself!

steve: but i've never left hawkins.

eddie: that's the point!

steve: robin would have to cover my shift for however long we would be gone.

eddie: why don't buckley and wheeler come with? a road trip.

robin, looking away from nancy: what?

eddie: you two wanna get out of hawkins?

nancy: we totally should!

steve: but, a lot could go wrong, like what if one of the kids get hurt or our house burns down, we have two cats! who would watch them?

eddie: max already agreed to watch them. i gave her $50.

robin: steve, stop being so scared. it'll be fun.

nancy: we should go to orlando! i went there with my family once and it was fun. plus, they have a bar by the pool at this one hotel-which is beautiful-and it has the most incredible rooms, and it's right in the midst of everything.

eddie: steve, what do you say?

steve: ...fine.

[mxprocrastinator]

List of names i saw people rename Scaramouche/Wanderer and rating them

Part 1??

Scara

10/10 one most normal ones

Bob.

4.4/10 uh

B(a)bygirl

6.9/10 ¼ of the Scaranation agreed to this one

Babycheeks

Squish/10. No explanations here

Belial

10/10 I CAN'T FIND THE VIDEO BUT THEY SAID IT WAS SUPPOSED BE HIS NAME IF HE GOT ACCEPTED BY RAIDEN. It means Fallen angel (thats what i remember)

Scaramuusi

4/10 idk 💀

MamaKoBayolet (My Mom Violet)

9/10 LMAOAOAO

Jeremy

Jeremy what? Fritzgerald?/j 7/10 it would be his name if he's born in modern au 😈😈😈😈

Bebunot

10/10 Haha bunot (Coconut Husk)

Twink.

4/10 why.

FailedAbortion

10.5/10 WHY 😭

Ayumu

10/10 according to google, the name means Walk, Dream or Vision

Haru

7.2/10 i like it but its quite common. It means Spring in Japanese and Day in Korea (according to google)

Kuni

9.8/10 Another sane name and calling him that will probably cause another massive flashbacks

suicide

0/10 I'm sorry but why

pssyslayer6934

10/10 Best one/j

[sanjisblackasswife]

“I wanna do more angst content now” Oh god she’s tasted blood —

U damn right.