#throws money at you!!!!!!!

[milfpopplio]

the real reason kieran doesnt have a phone is because all you would see in your notifs during the start of the epilogue is

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[lazylittledragon]

ok so i'm like. overwhelmed

i'm having one of the shittiest weeks of my life and i was really worried my store was going to be a complete flop (honestly i expected my friends to order some stuff and maybe a few other people and that was it)

and then half the things sold out in 2 hours so i'm!!!!! in shock

also the best part: the fundraiser stickers sold out completely!!

[varpusvaras]

I do wholeheartedly believe that Fox is the crazy driver of the bunch.

Like the other CC's are on Coruscant and ask Fox if he can give them a lift. Fox is like "what am I now, a taxi?" but does it anyway.

It starts okay.

Then Fox turns completely the other way than where they were supposed to be going.

"I know a shortcut", he says, and then he fucking floors it.

The Corries are waiting at the destination and betting on who throws up when getting out of the speeder.

[miaoqing]

opened a fic.

"just a heads up, i have never read or watched svsss and all my knowledge comes from fanfiction and reaction videos"

?????????

this enlightened me tbh . it must be a way more common occurence in this fandom that you'd think which would explain sooo much ...

[columboscreens]

[theorderofthetriad]

as much as the episode is fun, i do think calypso's birthday is the point at which the show irrevocably fucked up ed's character arc and by extension the rest of the show

[unpretty]

i was thinking that ea play might actually be worth it to be able to play sims 4 with all the expansions during the brief periods that i get really into the sims, but it turns out it doesn't actually include any of the expansions even if you spring for the pro subscription lmao

[shih-coulda-had-it]

thank you for the kofis, anon who wants more gym bro!AFO content

ft. a 300+ word ficlet about Yoichi suffering at AFO's gym. this is an AU, probably, like, a college & no Quirks verse. that way, there can be Shigaraki sibling interactions that aren't charged with "I watched you murder our way into survival" memories.

TW for some kind of internalized ableism? Yoichi calls himself an 'invalid' once.

//

“Bend your knees, not your back,” Hisashi scolds for the umpteenth time. In front of him, facing the mirrored wall with an incredibly pained grimace on his face, Yoichi halfheartedly straightens his spine and does the bare minimum of a squat. Both of his hands are occupied with the barbell.

“You keep saying that,” Yoichi says, unusually snippy.

Then again, they’ve been at the gym for more than an hour now. For most of that time, Yoichi plodded steadily along on the treadmill while Hisashi went through cycling, rowing, and stair-climbing in quick succession. There is a pleasant warmth thrumming in his legs, one Hisashi thinks he can fan into a burn once he starts his reps.

Except he’s sworn to himself that before he can start lifting his own weights, he needs to kick Yoichi’s ass into gear. His little brother leads a sedate lifestyle in deference for his fragile body. But there’s such a thing as too sedate. Those skinny limbs need to bend before they snap.

“I don’t know why you can’t do this.” Hisashi circles Yoichi, casting a critical eye over his brother’s pale complexion. He made his brother dress down for the momentous occasion, and the muscle tank-track shorts combination is doing Yoichi no favors. He just doesn’t fill out the outfit like Hisashi does.

“Have you considered,” Yoichi grits out, “that you don’t know how to train an invalid?”

“Limbs are limbs. You have knees, you have the cartilage, you should be able to do at least one measly set of squats. Give me the bar.”

“I’m going to drop it.”

“Not on my feet—!” Hisashi catches the barbell as it falls from Yoichi’s white fingers, and he huffs in exasperation. “It’s not even fifty pounds, otouto.”

Yoichi straightens up with a groan, presses both of his hands to the small of his back and stretches. He doesn’t even watch Hisashi set the barbell aside; he squints instead up at the ceiling. “Are we done yet? Can I go? I promised Kudou and Bruce that I’d meet them for dinner.”

“Knowing them, they’d just feed you instant noodles,” Hisashi says. “Anyways. No. If you won’t do cardio, and you can’t do weights, then it’s isometric exercises for you.”

“Iso-what?”

He drags Yoichi by the wrist to a wall, and joins him so they’re only meeting each other’s eyes through the mirror panels. “Keep your spine straight,” he advises, and Hisashi slides down into a squat, his knees crooked at a perfect ninety degrees. Cheerfully, Hisashi adds, “If you can hold this for a minute, then you can leave. I won’t even make you stay for the rest of my routine.”

“How aren’t you tired,” Yoichi gripes, and slowly, incrementally, inches down the wall.

[tequiilasunriise]

bitches really be out here publicly divorcing as if they weren’t in a secret relationship

[bloodsbane]

i think what ticks me off the most about recent changes staff have been making to tumblr is they keep insisting it's necessary bc they need to draw in and retain new users or they're NEVER going to keep things going, so their solution is to... add a bunch of annoying and unintuitive shit that A) isn't going to appeal to anyone, let alone new people, but also B) piss off the existing user base.

like, im sorry, between the two demographics who do you think is going to ACTUALLY care enough about tumblr to use it every day and pay for things like no ads, or your merch based off decade old memes? i give this site the 5 or whatever bucks it takes to get rid of its stupid ad posts in part bc they're annoying but also because i have been on this fucking webbed site for 12 years! and i don't mind giving it some money to keep it running. BUT. not if that's paying for staff's ability to add more useless/convoluted/unappealing features that dont have MY user experience in mind

[greywolfheirs]

Hey @ those of you with access to The Magnus Protocol early episode releases who maybe weren't around for TMA early releases, there are a couple things to know

First, you get early access and that is for you and others who paid for that. Posting spoilers where everyone can see is kind of undermining that entire concept and making you paying extra almost a moot point. However, exciting stuff is happening so it totally makes sense that you want to talk about it right now immediately, and feel free to join private message groups and discords for that!

On tumblr there's a special tag (#tma vague) where you can post VAGUE things like context-free spoilers or just you screaming into the void (a popular one is a post that's just like: the magnus archives sure is a podcast!). Looks like people are already using #tmagp vague so that's cool to use too :)

Anyway, just a friendly heads up for new Magnus enjoyers! I know you want to talk about the cool stuff, but you're paying extra for this stuff and posting about it for people who haven't paid kind of takes away the value of what you paid for

(Edited bc apparently the RQ discord got shut down :/)

[ganondoodle]

(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)

apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this

i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either

are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all

something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)

given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??

are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )

(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)

[skipp3r]

a bunch of rich people playing dress up while rafah is being carpet bombed is distopian. It’s fucking disgusting

[salt-baby]

I just don't understand people who don't do a COVID test when they get sick

[chaoticlandworlder]

What is with the practically psychotic hate for Lance Stroll? I'm not even his fan- more indifferent- but the hate he gets is sickening. Like just see the recent 'Never have I ever' vid- so many top comments on youtube, instagram etc. are just spouting shit about him (attacking his looks, calling him window licker wtf etc.) based off the 'Never have I ever stood up someone question' (and of course they conveniently ignore all the other drivers that also said they have because it's trendy to hate on Stroll).

Of course, standing up someone sucks but first of all we have no context at all, and more importantly, it's clear the commenters don't actl give a shit about that because they're only hating on Stroll. This is literally just one instance of the way these F1 'fans' are so quick to seize any opportunity to put down Lance. Honestly, it's so off-putting, pathetic and sad.