#thread;; to be determined

[articskele]

"What would the God-Emperor's fursona be?" - The greatest thread in the history of Imperial forums, banned from further discussion by the Ecclesiarchy after 12,239 pages of heated debate and 25 deaths (planets, not people),

[jewishrat420]

Steve always thought Eddie was beautiful.

He never let himself linger too long on it in fear of what he might see if he let himself look. If he let himself dust off the dirt that lay on top of it, too overwhelmed by the possibility that he really hadn’t had himself figured out the way he thought he did.

But it’s true.

Like the sky knows clouds that filter in and out of eyesight, like the moon knows the unwavering devotion of the tide, Steve knows this to be a fact as irrefutable as the nature of gravity:

Eddie Munson is beautiful.

It’s in the way his hair bounces with every step. These springy, frizzy little curls that Steve desperately wants to know, intimately, the way he knows his own. Wants to compare them, wants to feel them in the spaces between his fingers, the sensitive parts that nothing else really touches.

It’s in the way he lights up a room as soon as he steps into it, a walking sun that burns so bright that he leaves the hole of every space he was once in great and gaping and singed at the edges. Everything he touches turns to gold, everyone he meets ruined for anyone else.

It’s in the way he carries himself. Tall when people are looking and small when they aren’t, like his body is a show that no one ever willingly buys tickets for but ends up seated front row at regardless.

Steve would buy tickets.

If he had known, if he had been brave enough when it really counted, he would have bought tickets.

There is no one like Eddie, and there never will be again.

But it doesn’t matter now.

Because Eddie is still beautiful, Steve thinks, even when he’s pale.

Even when his skin is sallow and sunken, even when his big brown eyes are tucked behind grayed eyelids.

Even when Steve himself was the one to shut them, but only after he spent nearly an hour gazing into their emptiness.

His hair is shorter now, the frayed edges trimmed by Wayne. He’d laughed as he did it, a sad little hitch in his throat, because apparently Eddie never let him cut his hair when he was younger.

When his blood flowed warm through his arteries, when his skin was still pink.

Wayne said he used to bounce his leg so hard that he was worried he was going to stab the scissors right through his thick skull.

So Eddie grew his hair out, split ends running wild.

But Steve still thought he was beautiful. Frizzy hair and all.

Steve’s never seen him dressed so fancy, not even for his own graduation.

But then again, he never got to try on that suit he borrowed from Wayne. Never got to see just how long the sleeves were, because he never got to be as tall as his uncle, did he?

No, Eddie never got the chance.

Never got the chance to he a normal boy with a normal childhood. To grow into the man he could have become and then into the world that was always too small to fit him.

Eddie Munson: born to die in Hawkins, Indiana.

If only he had tried just a little bit harder.

Fought just a little bit longer.

But he did his best, didn’t he?

Steve certainly thinks so.

Steve thinks he looks beautiful, now, still, always. He tucks a trimmed curl behind his ear, wishes he could have known what it would feel like if his skin were warm.

But it’s okay. He’ll know the feeling one day.

Next time.

Next time, they’ll try again. They’ll try harder.

Next time, Steve won’t be afraid to tell Eddie how beautiful he is.

Won’t be afraid of what comes after, because it will be different.

It won’t end with Eddie, sallow and skinny in a suit six sizes too big for him.

It won’t end with Eddie, pale and pretty as ever, laying in the coffin that’s been on reserve for him since the day he was born.

Next time will be different, see, because it won’t end.

They’ll do it right.

Steve will do it right.

And Eddie will still be beautiful, and Steve will tell him so.

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[touchbased]

in the mood to test out some (mostly) new muses so please like this for a starter from any of those listed below! i know little to nothing about them, so hoping to develop/flesh them out a lil :)

angel chau. mid thirties. pansexual. comic book creator disillusioned with the current state of the world and media. manny jacinto.

channing lennox. late twenties. bisexual. indie film actress and occasional disney princess impersonator. erin moriarty.

eleanor “ellie” hayward. early twenties. bisexual. professional surfer and island tour guide. free spirited to a fault. chloe rose robertson.

ezra aldeman. late thirties. heterosexual. final boy who survived a massacre of his family; now lives aimlessly off his inheritance. adam brody.

faith delange. mid thirties. bisexual. owner of a dying bed and breakfast that she can’t let go of. dianna agron.

lauren fisher. early thirties. bisexual. rising music producer and occasional dj who constantly judges others and the world. aurora perrineau.

naomi washington. mid twenties. lesbian. broadway star and overall insecure disaster. jaz sinclair.

peter levinson. early thirties. heterosexual. aspiring comedian (snl style) that often gets himself into stupid situations for the bit. sean teale.

seamus “sean” boland. late twenties. bisexual. crime thriller novelist struggling to continue his legacy and a bit of a himbo. paul mescal.

wyatt goodman. late twenties. bisexual. investigative reporter with a god complex and a lack of a sense of humor. harris dickinson.

[kil9]

yeah i just think we dug ourselvs a bit of a hole as the "special snowflake swjs" by creating an endless loop where we are touchy About being touchy so any criticism of this side of politics automatically means that youre on the evil side so then we just became the caricature that everyone thought we were. it kindof sucks and i see it happen to the younger generation as well which is crasy. it took me too long to realise that the way to get more allies is to. not disown ppl for tiny mistakes & to learn to prioritize and stuff. then there will still be people like "you let the tiny mistake slide. does that mean you think murder is ok?" like get a grip i guess... i duno im kinda not an expert or anything i just like to think a lot

[diviningtime]

@thecavclry sent: "Take it easy on mama, it's not like she had a choice in the situation.

Lilia scoffed slightly in reply, quietly certain that Agatha always made sure she had a choice; the woman had honed to a tee the survival instinct of finding her way out of being backed into a corner. Lilia believed that if Agatha didn't want to do something, no amount of pleading, not from Zelda, not from her own son, would change her mind. "I am taking it easy on her," Lilia insisted with a gentle firmness, giving Nicholas a pointed look as she did so. "Trust me. But this isn't something you can just shrug away with a defensive quip, Nicholas. You can't honestly say she's the same as before, that something isn't wrong."

[rookfang]

Something I have been.... Debating on making canon and have decided, "Yeah, sure, fuck it," is that Laika does not like Elek ( Neve's Thread contact. ) Whether that dislike is mutual would be up to any Elek RPers, but Laika is carrying beef.

[byanyan]

okay!!! got a couple short replies to tiny starters crammed into my (still paused) queue... it's not much, but it's something. tomorrow i'll try to get a bit more done, maybe restart the queue, etc. etc., but. yeah. baby steps.

[july-19th-club]

forced myself to finish this book even though by the last hundred pages or so all i was doing was picking apart the post-catholicism of it all. bc i feel like it's important to read shit you don't gel with . just because. even though the whole way through i was like they HAVE to prove it's not real. they HAVE to. so not the point of any of it but i was desperate for them to Find The Body etc. and of course instead they have mystical time travel experiences and all that because that is the kind of book the actual star is but i was desperate for them to realize that the star you see is the actual star. and then it wasn't

[beacon-lamp]

You've probably gotten this a lot already, but Bluesky is basically Twitter, but if you don't like how political the ads have been and want to see more "tweets" from people that follow the social politics of Tumblr + where all the "adult content" artists went + where the academics and institutional scientists are moving to; it's a good place to go for that. As you can tell tho, I have some mixed feelings about what's been happening to it, as it was initially built to have multiple instances spread across the net, but it's become fairly centralized now that Twitter is hemorrhaging users of generally a left leaning persuasion who have only ever used twitter and have no desire to integrate with the original vision of the site and instead use it as Twitter 2.0. I will say, an upside is an easier creation and cultivation of "feeds" which let you have multiple themed feeds for you to follow and potentially contribute to. Like feed of just cat pictures. Or a feed of just current scientific findings from scientists. That kinda thing. Of course there's also just who you're following feed, which doesn't use AI algorithms to supplement it, it's just who you're following like on Tumblr.

Anyways, hope this helps shed some light on things, and I hope this wasn't too forward of me lol. Have a great day!

wait this is a really good explanation and way more in-depth than i was expecting, thank you!!

i just checked it out and yeah. it looks Exactly like twitter, at least on desktop. just without the hundreds of bot replies and blue checkmark users with the most hate-filled takes i've ever read.

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @heartflt ♡ based on this. muse: elliott 'eli' ronan. 22-24. bartender.

"i thought we finally agreed on this. my shitty dating life is definitely worse than your shitty dating life." sitting on the edge of the bar, elliott reached across the way to snag two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. pouring them neatly on the bar top next to her, eli held one in each hand. "please don't make me remind you of the time i got stood up at a dave & buster's while a family of six giggled as i left. it was the most humiliating moment of my life."

[savingthrcw]

“Who hurt you?” ( joel to ellie ) @fracturals

She couldn't even really talk, busy hyperventilating. She was bleeding, sure, bit bruised up, but that wasn't even remotely the problem. She was actually very fine, physically speaking, but she hadn't been able to stop crying before reuniting with Joel. F.uck it, she wasn't even a crier to begin with. The last time she had cried about David was literally ten seconds after killing him, when she had found herself in Joel's arms and had stopped, and since then nothing.

So of course she had thought she was over it, it had been almost a freaking year, they were safe in Jackson, and then today she had fought two raiders after getting separated from Joel, and something about the fight with the last one, the way he had dropped on her, had just... "No-no, it's not... that, it's... 'mnot hurt," a f.ucking sob came out of her, and Ellie sat on a log and bent over because it felt like her chest might explode. "F.uck, come on..." she told herself, but nope, it was like a river coming out of her eyes. "I can't stop-"

[believeandjump]

@wendyfulmother asked for 📺 with Sasuke

It had taken some time for Itachi to scope it out for them, but he finally was able to give them what they were looking for. Cherished Memories, one of Aunt Mary's childhood movies and a favorite of her mother's, in the best quality that he could find it with what Sasuke and Wendy were looking for.

He was...bummed, bluntly. Itachi left in rather a hurry, leaving Sasuke with a sour taste right away. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay long, but he at least hoped his brother could stay for just twenty minutes of the movie. But it couldn't be helped. It was the holiday season, everyone was doing their last obligations of the year--he, Wendy, and her own brothers were no exceptions--and Sasuke had stupidly gotten his hopes up that Itachi could spare a bit more time.

What he was worried about, though, was Wendy. Wendy loved Itachi just as much as he did, considered him her older brother. Sasuke and Itachi had learned over the years to warn her, John, or Michael whenever there wasn't much time to spare. That way, none of them would take it personally. It was just the same leading up to today. Sasuke couldn't help but ponder whether the notice would be enough to cushion the blow, especially at times like this.

Well, at this rate, all he could do was suck it up and keep pushing forward. Snowy countrysides in black-and-white and actors he was just learning about awaited as the opening credits faded in and out.

[unladielike]

“   I hate this man. Let's prank him. ”

   SEE YOU IN COURT. » still accepting!

    "Welp, as long as it's only a prank, I guess I wouldn't mind... but if you don't mind me asking, what exactly did he do to get underneath your skin so much, Togepi? Piss in your cereal?" came her curious query. Granted, Vivian supposes she could have chosen a way better nickname for him than 'Togepi', but considering 'Ryujer' didn't exactly roll off the tongue quite that nicely and she had already given the nickname, 'Ruru', to her friend, Ryu, she was kind of starved for options... hence why she ultimately settled on 'Togepi' from his surname, Otogi.

    Regardless, she couldn't help wondering why Ryuji even had beef with this other guy; after all, she doubts they had initially gotten off on the wrong foot together due to one of them hating normies. Yes, for better or worse, something told her there must be a more complicated answer on why they didn't get along.

@devildukem

[handfulofmuses]

Don’t talk to me and my 30 + drafts ever again / j

[certainwill]

ANYWAY LIKE THIS POST FOR A SATOKO STARTER???

[local-magpie]

1/3/25 sketch page. no butts this time (sorry) but have a roper and a 17th century dog?