#what local bands are even making cool patches?

[floral-hex]

“you should get all your patches from local bands and live shows!” Honey, I’m poor and I live in arkansas, how am I supposed to do that?

[urhoneycombwitch]

my baby puts his mouth on me

foreword: okay this is kind of written as a bonus scene for i know what they call you bc that version of reader deals with being quiet, too! (not necessary to read that one first but does provide a bit of context as far as interpersonal setting.) sort-of AU that ignores most s4 events. anon request can b found here 💖

wc: 2.2k

cw: discussions of college, shy!reader, oral + fingering (R receiving), R has breasts and a V, weed usage, softdom!Eddie, shifting POV a bit soz 

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Somewhere between Eddie’s late nights at band rehearsal and your early morning diner shifts, you’ve both been too exhausted to properly fuck when you do see each other, barely time for a spare handjob in the past week. You’re crawling out of your skin by the weekend, missing and craving Eddie in equal measure.

So when your Saturday off happens to line up with his, Eddie makes an afternoon of it- picnic lunch on the shore of Lover’s Lake, lazing around in the August sun while your food settles, then stripping down to your underclothes (even though the spot Eddie scored was totally isolated, you’re still leery about skinny dipping) and cooling off with a quick dip in the lake.

You’re both sprawled out in the blanketed back of Eddie’s van, sun-warmed bodies pressed together, legs dangling out of the open rear door; smoke hangs hazy in the air from the joint being shared. 

“Almost end of summer,” Eddie says, nestling his nose into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. He can’t look at you, dread unfurling in his stomach but needing to ask, to clear the air, to prepare in case this is one of the last times he gets to touch you like this- “Thinkin’ of going to any colleges?”

”Maybe.” One of your hands slides into Eddie’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp while the other lifts the joint to your lips for a long drag. “They love me at the diner and I make good tips, so I’ll prob’ly keep doing that. Can’t afford anything fancy, anyways- I’ll likely just go to Hawkins Community.”

You still haven’t told him the full story of the mall fire, yet- or about the underground world simmering beneath the surface. He never pushes you to share more than you’re comfortable, which you’re grateful for, but he knows something happened: something that paints your sleep with dark night terrors, something that causes you to slip in the middle of conversations, mind spiraling where he can’t follow. 

For reasons you can’t fully explain to Eddie, college is real low on your priority list- you’ve dedicated this summer to reconnecting with base instincts (weed and Pretty Boy being at the top of the list).

Meanwhile, Eddie tries to still the vibrant thrum of his heart at the news of you staying local, possibly for the next few years; he lifts his head to press his lips against your collarbone. “You should go to college. Jus’ try it out, at least. You’re certainly smart enough.”

“Mmm-” you hum around the joint, another inhale-exhale of smoke before murmuring, “So are you. For the record. We could apply to be nerds together, if you want-”

With a sharp gasp, your sentence drops out of midair when Eddie kisses over your nipple, already peaking through the thin material of your bra. In his hair, your grip tightens, and Eddie groans.

In one fluid movement, he props himself into his elbows on either side of your torso, bottom half of his weight pinning you in place, plucking the smoldering joint from your grasp to dampen it into a nearby ashtray.

“Gonna be my little student,” Eddie says, wet kisses trailing down your neck, flash of teeth making you squirm. “Get you some academic… skirts. The ones with the pleats. Maybe some stockings…”

“You’re so- oh, fuck- dirty…” It’s hard to keep the admonishment in your voice as Eddie noses between your thighs, bumping at your clit through the thin cover of high-cut cotton.

“Mm-hmm.” He seems pleased with the already-visible wet patch, your core leaking steadily as he burrows deeper, until all his senses are blacked-out with nothing but the sharp tang of your honeyed arousal- who needs weed. He could get high off your smell alone.

Eddie suckles at your throbbing clit, purring encouragement low in his throat when your hips jolt forward. “And you love it.”

He’s one deep inhale from being completely pussy-drunk, mouthing sloppily at the junction where thigh meets pelvis, nibble fingers toying at the band of your underwear. He slides them down and off your legs, and you let him, wiggling in anticipation against the pressure he’s keeping you pinned with.

“Could take an electrician course.” Well aware of how close to the wire this conversation is sliding, you let the crown of your head tip back, staring at the van’s ceiling, handfuls of the flannel floor blanket squeezed into fists as you try getting one last word in- “You’re good with your h- hands.”

Said hand is cupping your bare sex, warm and wide between the V of your legs, other hand pushing your thigh back to spread you wide, obscene and on display how Eddie likes; embarrassment blooms hot in your chest as he runs a finger through your folds, slick practically loud against the far-off backdrop of forest sounds.

“What was that about my hands?” He’s teasing now, can hear it in his voice even though you can’t see the lazy grin it’s paired with; a long middle finger breaches your entrance, wet warmth swallowing the length greedily.

Your eyes flutter shut, sighing. There will be a time for arguments again but right now, with a second finger addition and Eddie’s mouth working you up, there’s no room for speech.

On your end, at least- Eddie’s proven on multiple occasions to be a master at multitasking, talking you through it while managing your pleasure, and this afternoon is no exception. His fingers curl expertly into the gummy front wall of your cunt, mouth running every second it’s not latched on to your pulsing button, dirty talk smooth and easy in his low timbre.

“Yeah, honey, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so hot. Can feel you squeezin’ around my fingers, y’so tight, angel, shit… like that- there you go…”

Etcetera. Until he’s bullied his way completely into the cradle of your legs, lying flat on his stomach to get as close as possible; until your cunt is spasming around the push and pull of his fingers, wet dripping and pooling into his palm and down your ass to the blanket below.

There’s a familiar tightness coiling in your stomach, thighs bracing around Eddie’s ears in anticipation of the unraveling. A pleasure-soaked sob gets caught in your throat, dull whine escaping instead through clenched teeth, grip on the flannel doubling until your knuckles creak in protest.

“Hey.” 

There’s a confusing lack of authority or command in Eddie’s voice; you sift through the brain fog of arousal, propping your weight up into your elbows to look down at him.

Eddie looks crazy. Debauched. Lips pink and spit-soaked, chin shimmering, pupils blown out with lust as he presses a chaste kiss to the wiry curls at your mound. “Kinda quiet up there. Everything okay?”

His thumb sweeps a comforting path up the soft skin of your thigh, the abrupt switch from animal to gentleness making your head swim. He’s still looking at you with those puppy-brown eyes, fingers still buried to the hilt but unmoving; you stammer out an excuse.

“Um- yeah. M’sorry. It’s just been awhile, since you’ve had me… like this.”

It’s the truth; over the last busy week in your lives, time has eroded some of what Eddie’s been working on building with you, bravery at making noise faded with the lessened practice time.

“No one else out here, ‘cept you and me, sweetheart.” Eddie’s coaxing his fingers back into steady rhythm, watching your face carefully for any signs of withholding. “Can make as much noise as you want. Lemme hear. Please?”

Usually, Eddie’s not so soft- a sharp crack of palm to ass, flesh jiggling as he draws all the noises he wants from you- but here, in the back of the van, heady weed and warm sun an intoxicating mixture as he asks you to melt for him. 

You obey. Let the floor take your upper body’s weight again as you fuck yourself on his fingers, hips lifted and seeking release. His mouth seals over your clit again, tip of his tongue lashing quick and precise against it, frizz of his curls tickling the insides of your legs as he shakes his head.

The weed is certainly a help as trapped noises heave from your chest, mouth falling open, lax and pliant with moans. “Oh, my god, Eddie. Fuck. Holy shit. Hah- right there, please, don’t stop-”

As if he would. Eddie moans in tandem with you, his own hips chasing the maddening pressure of the floorboards against the hard jut of his cock, leaking through the front of his boxers as he adds a third finger, spurred on by the fountain of breathy words this pulls from you-

“Oh god, oh god- f-fuck- Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

Your speech devolves into a mindless, babbling chant of his name. That coil pulls taut, has you crunching forward in a half sit-up, hands fisting at the roots of Eddie’s hair to hold him in place (perhaps harsher than you intend but based on the way his hips stutter and grind, you can safely hazard a guess that he’s into it). 

The pattern breaks when he grazes his teeth against the pulsing nub in his mouth; you have just enough time to gasp out, “I- I’m coming, Eddie, shit, m’gonna come-” before the orgasm hits you full-force.

There isn’t room in your brain to hide all the noise that threatens to suffocate, so you let them all out, muscles tightening and flexing around every bright point of pleasure that he fucks you through. High-pitched whines, panting that wracks your lungs, a moan to top it all off that feels like it comes from your toes. 

“Jesus christ.” Eddie swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, sounding wrecked himself as he climbs back over your body, silver chain necklace and dark curls swinging in front of your blissed-out face. “Fuck, princess. That was so hot.”

“Yeah?” Bashfulness hasn’t fully settled in yet, you’re still loopy from the force of your pleasure, arms slipping over the boy’s freckled shoulders as he leans down to kiss you.

His tongue has a bright tang of you, as you lick into his mouth, one hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his chest. Dark ink whorls beneath your fingertips as you reach the scratchy trail of hair just before his boxers-

“Shit.” Eddie hisses, forehead thunking into yours when you palm the hard length of him, precum soaking through the fabric, softness of your palm contrasting with the damp and rough drag of cotton. His long lashes tickle your cheek, eyes fluttering closed, soft exhale magnified by close proximity as he slowly pushes into your hand. 

You’re mildly surprised he hasn’t come, yet- usually Eddie gets off on getting you off, then uses the rest of his energy to make you both come again, together. 

What Eddie hasn’t told you yet is that he’s done some prep of his own, this week: every night you haven’t spent in his bed, his own spit-slicked fist has taken him right to the edge, stopping just short of coming with a choking grip at the base. The idea was to build up his stamina a bit, to take advantage of lonely evenings in service to a future you.

A very noble cause that is quickly being forgotten as your hand moves with more intent and pressure against his aching cock- the drug haze is almost enough to have him completely at your mercy, to tuck his nose into the curve of your neck and find sweet release by way of your pretty palm.

But he recovers. Get just enough distance from the warmth of you to clear his mind and snake his own hand down between your bodies to capture your twisting wrist. 

The protest dies on your lips when Eddie brings your hand to his mouth, sucking your middle and index finger against the pad of his tongue, saturating your digits in spit.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.” His eyes stay locked on yours, even as he guides your newly-wet fingers back down your bodies to rest atop your cunt. “You’re gonna touch yourself until you come. Again. And if I feel like you’re holding out on me with your noises, I’m gonna make it real difficult for you to make any noise. At all.”

A thrilling shiver races up your spine, goosebumps prickling in response to the shift in Eddie’s tone. His eyes flick to your lower lip, which he bites, unable to help himself, before following the path of your hand south.

There will be time for unwinding the past, for dreaming about the future. For now, there’s a boy between your legs and the feverish glow of summer calling your name. 

[enbesbians]

thinking of some random ellie hcs...

this is a repost…

these headcannons are purely based off what i think ellie would be or what i think she'd do. tell me if you agree or send a specific headcannon if you'd like. im always open.

ALSO! i have big fucking hands and i mistype all the time and somehow even though i think aloud when i type i forget to add the word... so if there's any mistakes….. pay no mind…. please.

sfw hc:

• modern day ellie definitely had an emo phase, fringe and all. her hair all disheveled, doodling on her arm as her 'tattoos'.

• she most definitely had a 'im not gay' phase. she was so paranoid of anyone finding out that she was attracted to girls, if a group of friends of hers complimented one of them, ellie would say something like, "yeah... you're cool... or whatever" thinking if she ever called one of them pretty, they'd find out. simultaneously alway asking hypothetical questions like, "what if we got married...? that would be so crazy right? …yeah."

• her first kiss was absolutely the most awkward, painful kiss anyone could witness. she's definitely gotten better but her first kiss was just a long press... eyes all the way open.

• she'd have numerous bruises and scars from skateboarding. she seems like the type to try to do tricks with majority of them busting her ass. she'd come in with a cast on her arm and a scratch on her cheek saying, "hey guys!" as if she didn't look like she ate shit.

• she either wears a binder or no bra at all. i can see her liking the idea of being flat chested even though she is on the smaller side (which i find cute) and she'd flex in the mirror whenever she'd put it on. other times, she might be braless and not care that her nipples are poking out of her shirt.

• this brings me to my next he, she'd most definitely have nipple piercings... here me out... but it'd only be one. i dunno why i see her with only one, but it seems fitting. she'd have the standard bar and circle balls.

• she throughly enjoys metal music and dabbled in the punk scene. she wouldn't go full out in her wardrobe, she's definitely a wear a band shirt and have patches on my jacket from time to time kinda gal. you'd see her in local punk show events, in the pit going rampant. that would also be another way how'd she get random bruises scattered on her.

here's some nsfw ones..

• she loves getting head standing up. your nose plunging and bumping up into her clit. just to have her pants still at the center of her thighs with her hand behind your head, fucking your face and watching you do it? that would make her go absolutely feral.

• after fingering you shes definitely the type to want to smell her fingers but discreetly. even if it were to bump against your pussy, she'd act like her nose would itch but she's so bad at trying to be nonchalant that you'd notice.

• she's a lesbian porn feen. she likes to watch homemade videos where the quality is all fucked up and grainy or even the solo ones where the girl is fucking herself so mercifully. she definitely talks to the screen as if they could hear her saying things like, "yeah... keep fucking that pretty pussy" or "make her feel that cock." when she's watching strap video.

• there's a lot of discourse around if ellie is an ass or boob kind of gal and quite honestly, i think she's both. she'd wrap her arms around you, groping your breast while grinding herself on your ass.

• she loves to trib/scissors. to have her clit against yours and rut herself as fast as she can would have her incredibly high off lust. she's into the missionary kind, where your legs are pulled back and she's squatting down on you so she could feel everything.

• she has an outtie in regards to her pussy. for some reason i see her being a little more 'fleshy' down there. i can see her having a clit a little on the bigger side and having flowery vulva so whenever you have her head, she'd fill your mouth whenever you sucked it.

• she has body hair but not large amounts just a bit on her legs. she has a happy trail for sure and she maintains her pubes where it's not a full on bush but it's not completely bald either. picture your hair growing back after it's been completely shaven off and shes about two weeks in growth.

• she wears her strap in public sometimes. something about her screams, ‘i can fuck you right here, right now, just ask and ill whip it out.’

that's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[mochinomnoms]

This is a very specific thing I said to my friends so if they follow your blog then they would know who I am but the whole thing of buy one get two free deal came from something that is common in my country where in local bazaars they sell these showering kits that came with shampoo, conditioner and a bottle of liquid soap my mind clearly infected with twst could only think about the octotrio being one of these packages Azul is the soap, and the twins are the shampoo and conditioner and the three of the products are wrapped with tape so you are forced to get the three which is oddly cute to me but onto the main thing!

Came up with another octotrio polycule idea since yuu represents a shrimp in Floyd's weird lenses of seeing the world sometimes if done intentionally or not you tend to clean up the twins or patch them up even fixing up their (poorly put on) uniform Jade got dirt in his face when he was in a mountain trip? Come here you careless eel and wipe out the dirt then you can talk about your new findings BUT WASH YOUR HANDS FIRST

Floyd decided to do parkour or maybe he just dumped a whole smoothie on himself because he was hot and used the drink to cool off and there you go, disinfect the wounds or scratches and putting silly cute band-aids (one time he got mad that his favorite design was out and you placed a mushroom design band aid since he still needed one, remind yourself to go stack up with the band-aids before Jade goes and sniffles about his dear brother using his favorite band-aids)

I am thinking that since the twins are a bit much more affectionate or aren't as busy as Azul is, you are doing one of your "Nurse/cleaner shirmp" (Floyd gave them the name) on one of the tweels and you guys were in Azul's office so he sighs trying to get attention he wishes that he also got his own nurse/cleaner shirmp affections if he doesn't say it out loud he can and will break his pen/ink flask and oh no! His gloves are completely ruined!! Clearly coaxing you into helping him with the mess or when he does voice his wishes about it when you two/three are present the tweels are quick to tease him about it "I thought that octopuses didn't go to cleaner shrimp stations?" or "Would you be able to provide protection in exchange? I thought that octopuses weren't predators" Okay that was rude, it is on. Of course that he can protect the shrimpy and if octopuses didn't go to cleaner shirmp stations then he would change that! Overall silliness and sweetness (They are having a discussion about planning to surprise you with a visit to the coral sea and going to visit their parents!!) they might turn almost anything into a friendly/loving competition and you are trapped in them but they are still so sweet and caring for you and each other 10/10 definitely a unique dynamic but awesome either way

(the same anon forcing their brain to fabricate more octotrio polycule ideas)

I think Floyd takes the most delight in seeing you care for them like an actual shrimp. He thinks it's endearing and will definitely make efforts to get dirty or mildly hurt so that you'll attend to him.

The other two have their own nicknames for you: Jade calls you and Azul My Pearl/Darling while Azul calls you Angelfish and the twins Dear(s).

It's Azul's way of showing affection, as he is quite reserved with his affections, at least until you're all in private. He does envy the liberal affections that the twins have with you, Floyd in particular doesn't care much about what others think, and Jade generally is more reserved than his brother, but will still give you chaste kisses when saying hello/goodbye. Azul, at most, will hold hands and maybe tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ears, something he often does during quiet moments.

It may be silly, but he gets a little jealous at seeing y'all share PDA when he's still getting used to the new dynamic. So he's coaxing you to come help him clean up! Look at his hands, they're absolutely stained with ink! Won't you please help him clean up Angelfish? 🥺

It backfires as the twins also take the opportunity to “care” for Azul. Instead of letting you fuss over him quickly, they decide that this is a sign that he's much too tired to continue working, look at the mess he made! It's time to close his office early and cuddle pile in his bedroom!! Jade's making the extra effort to run a bath in the absurdly large tub in Azul's private bathroom, while Floyd is running around collecting pillows and blankets to make a nest/fort. You do your do diligence and help Jade tend to him, causing him to get more and more flustered.

The night ends with the twins teasing the silly little octopus for wanting some tending from the shrimp. They're complaining that he never asks for affection like that from them!!! Eels can be gentle too, we promise Azul~

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Baby punks!

Listen up. I got a few tips and stuff.

1: Thrift everything. I'm not even remotely kidding. You can go MILES with the shit available at thrift stores and only spend like 10 bucks. I go to Goodwill about once a week and I find more than I even really need.

If you wanna make patches but don't have anything to cut up, just buy like 3 pairs of jeans for like 3 dollars and you'll be set up for a while. Cloth, clothes, gadgets, wallets, jackets, even shoes. If you're worried that punk is "expensive", you're not looking in the right places.

2: Five Below. They have really solid fabric paints and stencils you can get. Also check out Joann's and Michael's. They got needles, embroidery floss, fabric paints, fabrics, etc. But be wary about those two, prices are up due to inflation.

3: YouTube tutorials are your friend!! If you're confused about how to do something, take to the web. You won't get all your answers, but you sure will find how to attach a zipper to your pants.

4: Dental floss. This is brought up every time in these discussions because it works. If you need to sew something onto your pants, jacket, whatever, use dental floss. You can snatch some up at CVS. It is very helpful.

5: Find a jacket with wide armpits. Especially if it's denim and especially if you plan on adding zip-off sleeves. ESPECIALLY if you have armpit hair. Just trust me on this.

6: Do you drink soda/beer/other canned beverages? Because if you do, save them. The cans, the tabs, all of it. It can be very useful. The cans, you can turn into spikes. The tabs can be helpful for zippers, chainmail, whatever you might use them for.

7: Believe in what you're saying. Don't just claim you stand for human rights, put it into action. Learn. Understand that some women, black people, and/or other minorities are gonna be hesitant to trust you and understand why. Know when it is your turn to participate in a conversation, and don't force your way into a community or conversation that isn't yours. You're going to be in a strange place where you've been pushed away from all the bigots in your life but can't go to other minority communities because they don't know whether or not you can be trusted. And don't try to make them know that you're "one of the good whites/men/etc". You're gonna need to find community and put weight behind your words. A friend or a relative says something just a little bit off? Don't laugh it off, make them know it was wrong (my go-to is to stare at them in silence the moment they say it and not budge until they repent the comment). Nobody's gonna trust you unless you mean what you say.

8: Don't listen to the gatekeepers. Anybody who tells you "oh well, that's not really punk, you're a poser!" Is missing the point and is hence the real poser.

9: Participate in the culture! Really! Go to playlists, find local bands. Go to a punk show. Make friends, participate in rallies/protests.

10: Be you! Seriously, be you. Whatever you think would look cool or would be comfy, do it. Literally, if you wanna turn a winter coat into a battle jacket, go for it. The key to punk is expression. Don't feel like you've gotta meet up to everyone else's standards. Punk fashion should be a tool to help you find yourself and what you're comfortable in, what you enjoy. If you're doing something to fit in, you're doing it wrong, and you're doing yourself a disservice.

[wildemaven]

fall apart, again : chapter two | joel miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC!Genevieve

WC: 2763

Warnings: 18+ Blog; little bit of angst and a little bit of fluff— that’s all I’m saying, reader has a name but is a blank slate with zero description,

A/N: I was eager to get this part written and out as soon as possible. Chapter 3 might take me a minute to get out, just a heads up. Thanks so much to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for being the best and listening to me stress over this 💞

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September 22, 2003 - 4 Days until Outbreak

The summer still lingers in Texas, the air dense and muggy. 

Heat shimmering over the hood of your car as you drive, the blasting of cool air is the only saving grace you have for the time being.

“Hey, it’s me. I wanted to talk to you about something when you get here. Umm— Shit! I hate this so much. *sigh* I miss you Eve…A-and I love you so, so fucking much. I guess— I guess I’ll see you in a bit. Drive safe. Bye.”

*BEEP*

“End of messages. You have no new messages.”

A heavy sigh huffs out of your chest, you press the red ‘end call’ button and toss the small phone into your passenger seat. 

His voice still has such an effect on you after all this time, the little flutter it elicited the second it reverberated into the speaker has you almost fighting back tears. 

You blink them away quickly as you reach for the stereo volume, turning it up to a somewhat higher but bearable level, the local station plays through some hit song you haven’t heard before.

The steering wheel is rigid as you readjust your grip, a slight glint of light pulls your gaze briefly from the road ahead, the small gold band that cradles a tiny diamond shines brightly on your left hand. 

Refocusing on the road, your mind wanders to when you had both found the ring, your small income not offering a lot towards something with more extravagance, but you were the opposite of flashy so it was perfect. 

You remember the sight of him immediately dropping to one knee the minute you both stepped out of the small jewelry store, its parking lot the backdrop for the proposal you both had planned together. 

Yes! flew from your mouth instantly as you dropped down into his arms, the celebratory kiss only lasting briefly as the asphalt began to nearly burn through your jeans. 

Meeting the love of your life at 18 and planning your life together at 22 felt right, even despite the apprehension from both of your parents, convinced you were throwing your lives away. 

You wish you could say the last 14 years were nothing short of pure wedded bliss, the last few years were trying as you both worked yourselves to make ends meet, even in your 30’s trying to stay afloat was no easy feat. 

The separation wasn't an easy decision. It broke your heart to even suggest such a thing, but you needed a break from the fighting and the tears, some space to clear your head and let things settle down before reevaluating what was best for both of you. 

The love you had for him was still so strong and you held on to it fiercely, allowing time to heal the small fractures in your heart. You had hoped that your decision for this arrangement you had been living for the last 2 months, wasn't one you would regret in the long run. 

Your friends assured you it was just a rough patch, something all couples dealt with at some point in their lives, trying to alleviate any hesitancy you were having that this was the end for your relationship. You knew you didn’t want an end, you had looked into options to work on things, hoping he would be on board and this would be a start to a new beginning. 

“You know, he cries too. And he thinks I can’t tell, but I do.” A voice drifts from the back seat. 

You hadn’t even realized you were crying, hoping the music muffled your sniffling as you promptly wiped your face, knowing she can tell with you too. 

You catch her reflection in the rear view mirror, her gaze focused out the window, there's a soft but somber look on her face— you hate that you’re the cause of any sadness she is hiding from you. 

Shifting your eyes back to the road as you turn into a quiet neighborhood. The small street is lined with modest homes and memories of block party cookouts on holiday weekends, kids running the sidewalks as their popsicles melt down their small hands and families bringing home newest editions to continue adding new memories. 

The two story red brick with white trim house is nestled further down the cul de sac, it was the perfect starter home for two young adults who threw their savings and a hefty bank loan into it. 

Guilt builds in your chest the closer you get, knowing it’s a quick visit before you leave, it hasn't gotten easier and each time only adding to the pain you feel of not pulling in that driveway permanently. 

“He’s going to be bummed you won’t be here this weekend, I can already see his grumpy face.”

Parking the car along the curb in front of the house and killing the engine, you turn to look to the back seat. 

“Please don’t say anything, just let me tell him okay?” You can already see his furrowed brow line and puppy dog eyes, for as handsome as he is, he wears his grumpiness well. 

“Are you going to tell him you’re moving back home too?” 

“What? How did you—“

“I heard you talking to grandma this morning, you both aren’t the quietest people, even when you think you’re being quiet. Just tell him, please. I don’t think he can take it much longer.” 

“Yes, I’ll tell him.”

“Promise?”

“I promise— Gosh, since when did the roles reverse here? I swear, you were just 5 begging for your training wheels to come off. What the heck happened?”

“I turned 14 and wondered when my parents were going to come to their senses.” 

“Alright, get your stuff baby girl. Don’t forget your school books too.” 

“Got it!” Grabbing her overnight bag and backpack, books tucked under her arm as she exits the car. 

You grab the small package out of the glove box and take a minute to calm your nerves, the air sticking to your skin the moment you step out of the car. 

“Give me a hug.” Opening your arms to your daughter, grateful that even at 14 she still loves giving her parents hugs. “I’m gonna miss you, but I’ll call you when I get there ok?” Your cheek squished against the side of her head as you squeeze her a little tighter. 

“Did you get the gift?” She looks up at you. 

You hold up the silver box, giving a little shake, its contents knocking about slightly. You both smile at the remembrance of picking it out, the shopping trip to the mall last night week, searching every store for the perfect gift. It took 10 stores, a pretzel and a pit stop to Claire’s before you both settled on it— the perfect style and color to match his rugged look. 

“Do you want to give it to him?” You ask her. 

“No, you can. I’m going to grab something to eat before we leave for school.” 

Another round of hugs, several small kisses to the top of her head and a string of ‘I love yous’ before she leaves you on the sidewalk to head inside. 

The front door opens before she’s even made it up the driveway. 

“Hey Dad!” Throwing herself into his arms. 

Watching their embrace sends a wave of emotion through you, their bond is something you’ve always loved, only getting stronger as she’s gotten older. 

You can’t hear what they're talking about from where you’re standing, hushed giggles and smiles exchanged before she makes her way inside. 

The roar of a pickup truck grabs your attention as it parks in front of the garage, the door slamming shut before you see him round the front of the truck. 

“Eve! You finally comin’ to take my asshole brother back? He keeps mopin’ around like a lost puppy. Makes him a pain in the ass to deal with truthfully— if not for him, do it for me sweetheart!” His hands up in a praying manner, you can’t help but shake your head and laugh at how dramatic he is first thing in the morning. 

“Tommy, shut the fuck up and leave her alone will ya. Go on an’ head inside, I’ll be there in a minute. Sarah’s probably cooking up some eggs or somethin’— make sure she doesn’t burn the house down.” His voice sounds better when he’s standing 2 feet away from you, shouting at his idiot brother who is retreating to the house in search of food that was mentioned. 

“Hey.” The tension leaves his shoulders, dropping the minute he gets a good look at you, his smile on full display. 

It had been a week since you had last seen him, dropping Sarah off at your parents where you’ve been staying for the last 2 months. 

“Hi, Joel.” 

He hesitates for a moment, not sure whether to give you a hug or not, you make the decision for him and lean into his solid body wrapping your arms around him instantly, his brain taking a second to register the gesture before reciprocating earnestly. You breathe in his freshly showered scent— woodsy and warm, like a mountain forest after a raining day. 

The hug lingers on for a while, neither of you speaking a word, savoring the embrace fully before releasing each other. 

“How’s things been? Your parents good?” Hands fidgeting at his side, nerves starting to tick off as he searches for things to ask you. 

“Yeah, things are good— things are going well.” Your voice fluttering, your own nerves making you feel like a middle schooler talking to her crush for the first time between classes. “My parents are good, too— they said to tell you hello.” 

Another beat of silence, not really sure what to say next. 

“Oh— this is for you.” You hand him the box you’ve been gripping tightly since you left the car. “It’s from Sarah and I, she insisted it was something you would like— Happy Birthday, Joel.” 

Joel opens the lid to reveal a watch— a simple black watch face with matte silver casing and a green fabric band. Pulling it from the box he takes a better look at it, holding the weight of it in his large callused hand. 

“Thanks— I love it.” And you know he means it, his genuine smile lights up his face making his beautiful brown eyes shine and crinkle up on the sides. 

“Here, let me help you put it on.” Grabbing the watch from his hand. 

Sliding the watch band around his wrist, his skin is soft against your fingertips as you maneuver the buckle in place— his forearm taut, muscles and tendons flexed and firm from years of working with his hands. His broad frame, all skilled and capable of handling any kind of physical demands, taking on any task with ease— from the way he held the tools that aided in remodeling every issue the house had when you moved in, to the way he gently held your newborn in the early hours of the morning and how he would hold you every night as you slept beside him— his body built for protecting the ones he loves the most. 

You find it hard to let him go, your hands loitering over his hand, wanting nothing more than for him to pull you back against him, and you think he is going to when he grabs your left hand. His focus was first on your wedding ring, he’d spent the last 2 months worried you would remove it— his thumb smoothes over the gold band, then wrapping his hand around tenderly yours. 

His eyes move from where your hands are joined to your face, watching how you’re still looking at the way he’s holding your hand, how you meet his eyes after a brief moment and the world around you is still. 

“I was thinking we could try counseling—“

“I talked to a lawyer—“

You both speak at the same time, Joel’s face instantly morphing from hope to heartbreak at the way you mention talking to a lawyer. 

“Hey, don’t get all worried on me, it was just my mom’s friend from Bunco.” You start to explain, your hand cupping his face. “She’s a retired lawyer I should say— she proposed I start writing down my thoughts in the form of letters, writing the things I've been wanting to say to you or how I’ve been feeling— anyway, she also suggested we try counseling too. Said it can help get things back on track, that it would be good for us.” 

Joel releases the breath he was holding, relief settling into his handsome features. 

“Yeah— I think it would be good for us too. I got the number of someone who specializes in marriage counseling, they were highly recommended.” 

Your heart swells at the effort he’s putting into fighting for you, to fight for your marriage. 

“Okay. Set us up a meeting with them and send me all the details.” 

His hands settle into your hips, yours on his arms, the distance between you slowly closing. 

“Okay. I wanted to ask you, no pressure or anything— Sarah wanted to get a cake on Friday for my birthday, she insists on it actually. Would you want to join us?”

“You know I would love to—” You pause, gathering all your thoughts before letting him know you wouldn’t be able to. 

“Definitely feels like there’s a but coming.” His brows knit together as he waits for the rest of your letdown. 

“I’m heading out of town, today actually. I picked up a few shifts down in Laredo at their hospital— it’s been planned for several weeks now, so I can’t get out of it.” 

You had been working as a traveling nurse for the last 6 months, picking up shifts all over the state and working as much as possible to continue to help with the endless amount of bills. 

“But— I put in for a permanent position at St. David’s. They were looking for a new head of triage, so I applied— and it would keep me closer to home.”

“Home? Like here home?” His head nudged in the direction of the house behind him, hands gripping tighter on your hips at the prospect of you moving back in. 

“Yeah. I was thinking— I should be back early next week after my shifts are through and if it’s okay with you, I can start moving back in on Monday evening?” 

“Eve, you don’t even have to ask. I would love nothin’ more than to have my wife home with me. Should we tell Sarah now or wait ‘til you get back?”

“She already knows— teenagers and the way their hearing only picks up on the things not meant for them. Although, I think she was secretly plotting something.” 

Laughter fills the air between you, his forehead now resting against yours. 

“I love you, Eve. I promise things are going to be different.”

“I love you so much. we’ll get through this together.”

Joel’s hand moves to tilt your chin up slightly, his gaze flitting between your eyes and lips, searching for any sign of rejection from you. 

Your lashes flutter against the top of your cheeks at the sensation of Joel’s lips molding against yours, pulling you flush to him, your hands carding through the curls at the nape of his neck. 

It doesn’t take much for the kiss to deepen, weeks of pent up emotion pouring into every little detail of it. 

“Would you two get a room already?” Sarah shouts from the front door. 

“Yeah, get a fuckin’ room you animals.” Tommy always needing to add his own commentary. 

The kiss over sooner than you would have liked. 

“I should get going, I’ve got a 4 hour drive ahead of me.” 

“Will you— will you call me when you get there? Let me know you made it safe?”

“Sure. I’ll call once I get settled into my hotel room.”

He kisses you one last time before letting you go, watching as you head back to your car. 

Pulling the driver door open you pause, looking to Joel the house then to Sarah, blowing them a kiss and a final wave.

“I’ll see you all next week!” You say before getting into your car and driving back down the street towards the main road, watching their reflection in the mirror get smaller and smaller as they wave you one final goodbye.  

Next

[lovely--lover]

Eddie Munson Things

Just some of my personal thoughts about Eddie 🥰 I have more about him but they are all relationship related so I'm gonna make a separate one for that lol (Eddie relationship head cannons)

🤘 Eddie buys his Uncle mugs for every occasion!! Christmas, birthday, fathers day, and that's why he has so many (They're from his sweet nephew Eddie how could he get rid of any of them 🥺) Which is why Eddie keeps buying them because he’s like wow my Uncle really loves mugs lol

🤘 Sleeps with his rings on and wakes up with the outline of them on his face.

🤘 Eddie steals the patches for his vest. He’ll walk through the store casually and when one stands out he looks around before slipping it into his pocket and leaves feeling like a badass. The workers see him do it every time but they don't get paid enough to care and always talk about the fluffy-haired guy that steals the cheapest item in the store.

🤘 Eddie has applied to basically everywhere in Hawkins and no one wants to hire him. He was mad when the local game store didn't hire him because he wanted an employee discount on minis and dice.

🤘 JUNK FOOD! FAST FOOD! BEER! that is Eddies diet

🤘 Eddie only watched Lord of the Rings when he has the time to watch them all at once. It’s a sin and ruins the experience to watch them at different times. Definitely forced his Uncle to watch them all while explaining everything the entire time.  

🤘 Eddie has a small hidden tattoo dedicated to his mom. He doesn't want anyone else to see it because he tears up whenever he thinks about it.

🤘 Eddie would never admit it but he loves the new young D&D recruits. He was an only child and always wanted younger brothers. So it's the closest he gets even though he acts annoyed by them its an act h would do anything for them.

🤘 Hates every class except history! (and lunch) He loves learning about war and the different fighting tactics and methods used so he can incorporate them into his D&D campaigns.

🤘 Hates pickles 😠 always forces Gareth to eat them (he is the Hellfire Club’s pickle trash can)

🤘 Eddie designed all of his tattoos. He doodled one on a piece of paper during class and thought it was so cool he went and got it tattooed that same night. The artist was like ??? what is this so Eddie had to describe what it was and the artist redrew it all. (But Eddie still says he designed them 🙄)

🤘 Eddie hates using headphones and thinks the proper way to enjoy music is to have it blaring. In the car, trailer, wherever he wants.

🤘 He is scared of spiders and screams every time he sees one. Every time his Uncle walks in and kills it for him while laughing “Such a baby”

🤘 If his Uncle isn't home he’ll stand far away and use hairspray (he definitely has a few cans on hand for the beast that’s his hair 🤭)

🤘 He's failing English because all he does is write for his D&D campaign and turns them in as assignments. A historical essay? How about the history of elves!

🤘 METALHEAD of course! But secretly loves bands like The cure and Tears for fears especially at night when he can't sleep

Masterlist

[dognonsense]

hey do you have any advice for actually getting into local punk scenes? i know the city near mine (i live in a small country town so no scene of our own) has regular punk shows at a local skate shop and it looks super cool but i dont have any punk friends and im unsure about going there alone as a fem looking person, esp since im newer to punk shit in general

shuld try going to some shows! even i go to shows alone sometimes with no friends at them at all and just have to try talk to some new people or chill on my own and observe ppl.

I like to do photography at shows and post em on instagram, its a good way to get to know people as they get your contact to see the photos of themself after the show. Archiving the scene of all those little bands that never made an album before breaking up, the fashion and the clothing, the people and the relationships, what silly activities fucking happen outside, pit photorgaphy, theres so much to capture and share. Do ask permission when photographing people especially with minors!

ohh and if you make any zines, lil paper magazine u can diy make with just a piece of paper, u can carry some on you if its small. Its a fun convo starter and showcase your personality and skills. Like if your an artist you can show some lil illustration, if u like writing share that, politics or any topics, u can make a zine on anything! Its a good way to kinda showcase ur personality to someone to warm u up to them. My fave one to share is my cat zine which is full of pink kitties. Also if you make patches you can just sell them to people out your bag or do a patch trade right there!

For the first bunch of shows i went to i more just focused on the musix instead of the people and then once ppl got to know me slowly in the break between bands, i started staying outside more. Now i spend the whole time outside taking dabs lmao. I just prefer to chat and smoke weed smtms. I may have had some dabs before this too hence my rambliness.

Thnks for reading

[rapid-artwork]

After honing my cartoon-ing skills a bit further, I've moved on to making some new characters for a secret project. Studying the Cartoon Network™ style has paid off.

Names subject to chance, but for now let's meet Charlie and Penny.

Charlie (Lee to his friends, Charlie to his teachers, Charles to his parents whenever he is in trouble.) He is the ultimate big brother. He just turned 13 and is convinced that he is the coolest person to ever exist. He even has his own Palm Pilot Handi-Man™ 20X6! He definitely didn't steal it from his dad's office, so don't even ask!

His RCA-Lyra Portable Music Player™ is filled to capacity with all the hottest MP3s. (Literally just the Kingdom Hearts OST and nothing else.) He knows all the cheat codes to every Sega Dreamcast game, and just last week he got to see his first PG-13 movie! (Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World, he hasn't seen the first one and probably isn't aware it exists.) He was very brave and only cried a few times!

He spent all of his allowance on a pair of ripped jeans but his mom made him sew patches on the knees so his legs wouldn't get cold.

He can and will die for Penny at the drop of hat.

Penny: (Short for Penelope, but she tells everybody that it's short for "Dollar", exactly 99 cents short. She's very proud of that joke and tells it everybody.)

She is the ultimate little sister. She is 10 years old and is very nervous about what happens when you are too old to count your age on your fingers. She loves playing with her dolls, and listening to her favorite death metal band, 𝕲𝕺𝕺𝕱𝖄 𝕺𝕮𝕿𝕺𝕭𝕰𝕽 (Goofy October; the most intense PG rated death metal band in all of Canada.)

She has a bad relationship with the local dentist because she refuses to stop chewing on the cool rocks she finds in the woods behind her school. She has destroyed multiple retainers with great prejudice and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Literally everyone loves Penny and finds it impossible to say a bad word about her no matter how hard they try. Every single person in town is terrified of what might happen if she gets too sad. It is foretold in the ancient scriptures that if Penny cries for more than 60 seconds the entire world comes to a violent end.

These two are gonna be protagonists in a fun little video game I'm pitching. It will be very weird.

In process sketches I made in designing their character below the cut:

Charlie had Johnny Bravo energy from the beginning. It was pivotal that he wasn't just "cool" but specifically what a 13 year old THINKS is "cool"

Penny's design was nearly perfect from the get-go, but I had to get the hair just right. She feels like a mix of every single KND character and I like that.

[therosebunpost]

Welp, this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head-

Meet Edwina, everyone!

Warnings: Sex, oral f receiving (Edwina receiving), Fem!Eddie Munson, GN!Reader, semi public sex)

Stepping into the record store, you were taken aback by how empty it was. Not that it mattered when your eyes were stuck to the woman behind the counter who was stocking up some cassettes. Her curly mass of hair was clipped up and away from her face, with a few pieces down to frame her face, which beams when you step inside.

“Hey stranger.”

The woman behind the counter leans on it, chin resting on bent hand. “Was hoping you'd show up. Anything you're looking for in particular?” She steps out, and your eyes catch her midriff. The band shirt tied and tucked under itself in a tantalizing dress code violation. She twirls a buoyant curl around her finger, warm chocolate eyes scanning your figure with the same interest.

Suddenly your clothes were too tight on your body. Skin too hot and yet too exposed to the boldness of her stare. She grins, swaying a little with laugh. “Everything alright there, Stranger?” She coos, the toe of her Reebok tapping against the sticky mall floor.

You cough, stepping closer with a smile you pray isn't wobbling. “I thought I told you my name?” You counter, invading her space only to focus your attention on the bin of buttons instead. Fingers picking through the clanking metal as you wonder if you should buy one or not. Her stare was drilling holes into the side of your head, pout settled on her pink lips. “Yeah, but you're still new to the area, Stranger.” She pokes you in the arm, turning to lean on the counter. “So, I think its fitting.”

“Like how you think that's a good outfit to work in?” You point out, finger just inches from her bare skin. You wanted to grab it, really. Thumbs pressing into her pale flesh to make it turn pink and purple under your touch.

“What? This is my uniform. My boss doesn't care.” She rolls her eyes, casting a glance towards the back of the room. More like he enjoyed looking at her. Gross, but at least she got perks. Like getting to slack off and talk to attractive customers like you.

“It's December.” You lift a brow. “Do you want to become a human popsicle?”

Eddie bites her lip, hiding a grin as she giggles and shakes her head. “I got a coat. Now seriously, ‘how can I help you today?’” She slips into her customer service voice so smoothly, and yet it didn't fit her in the slightest. “New music, buttons, maybe a new patch?” Curling an arm around you, she leads you through the store. “We got everything. Take your pick.”

You meet her gaze. “What do you recommend?”

She lights up. “Well, let me just direct you to the best section in the whole fucking place!” She grins, leading you over to the rock and metal section. She points out bands, gushing over their similarities and differences. She even tells you about the sub genres, going into detail about how to tell the difference between thrash and hair metal. The info was interesting, but honestly all you could focus on was the way her lips moved. Or how nice she smelled up close like this. At some point in her rant, she must have snuck her hand in her pocket because she handed you a cassette. Blinking out of your daze, you hold it up to the light.

It was obviously handmade, with a paper logo that said 'CORRODED COFFIN’ in jagged, red lettering. “Theres also a local band, if you're into that kind of thing.” She toes the ground, suddenly not meeting your gaze.

“Sounds cool. Do they play often?” You almost laugh at the way she perks up, almost like a puppy being promised a treat. She slides closer to you, letting her fingers rummage in the button bin while her arm brushes against yours.

“They play on fridays? I'm um…close friends with the lead. I could absolutely get you in. It's at the Hideout!” She grins, and you adore the dimples on her cheeks. You nod, thinking it'd be a fun night out. “Well, I better go shopping for clothes then. Ring me up?” Your voice lits and she grins, shaking her head. “Keep it. Take a few buttons too.” She nudges the tin towards you and you snort. “What? Come on, let me at least pay you for the band suggestions.” You let your voice dip into a soft, low coo that has her looking up with big doe eyes.

“And um,” she swallows while trying to keep her chill disposition, “how are you gonna do that? I can't accept tips, unfortunately.” She chuckles, pale skin turning pink as you lean into her space, your finger brushing the sliver of skin shown off by her shirt, just over the edge of her waistband.

“What time do you get off?”

-

Eddie did have a coat. A heavy thing that was probably meant for someone with broader shoulders, given how it slid down her frame when you press her against the brick wall behind Starcourt mall. She makes a sweet little noise in her throat, puffs of air ghosting from her lips with every kiss you land on her neck. She shudders when you bite down on her pulse, back arching with a gasp.

“O-oh-” She pants as you fiddle with the button on her jeans. “You- You were serious?” She jolts as you press your lips along her stomach, soon kneeling there before her. One hand sunk into your hair while the other cupped your face, her thumb rubbing your cheek. Her black nails were chipped in some places, and her chunky rings kiss at your skin. “Oh my god you're so hot-” She babbles, eyes big while watching the way you nuzzle against her. Your lips turned up in a grin.

“Who’s hot?”

“You.” She says quickly, letting out a frustrated little grunt when you shake your head and pay some affection to her hipbones, which were hugged by black underwear. You giggle at the tiny bow on the front, nudging it with the tip of your nose. “Come on sweet girl, who’s hot?”

Letting out an exasperated giggle, she squeezes at your cheek. “Is this about earlier??” She shakes her head, stubborn. “Come on Stranger, please? Don’t you want to pay me back?” She lulls her head to the side, and fuck, those eyes were convincing. Lidded and warm, she stroked at the place she squeezed. “It’s so cold, warm me up?”

You bite back another observation about her outfit, instead dragging her underwear down with your teeth. Her breath hitches, eyes falling closed in bliss as you lick a long stripe towards her clit. You shove her pants further down, pulling a foot out of her Reebok in order to hook her leg over your shoulder. Her inner thigh is warm against your face, your nose nudging deeper in an effort to get warm.

“Oh fuck it’s cold-!” She whines as her bare ass brushes against the cold, brick wall. She rocks against you, moaning heavily as you move to suck at her clit. Her eyes squeeze close, head pressing against the wall. “Y-you’re so warm, oh shit, yes!” You had plunged two fingers inside, scissoring and hooking them up to press against that bundle of nerves that had her shaking like she was possessed.

“Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She rolled her hips, rocking against your lips as you eat her like she was your last meal. Your nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, and she whines. “Jesus fucking Christ yes!”

You never wanted to stop, but you couldn’t let Edwina think she could always get her way with you. What fun would that be?

You push a third finger in, sucking marks against her quivering skin. “Close, baby?” You coo and she nods enthusiastically, tears heavy on her lashes. “Yes, so, so close, god your mouth-“

You grin, sinking your teeth into her hip bone and loving the way she yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure. She squeezed around your fingers, fluttering and whimpering as she teetered closer to the edge.

It was almost a crime, but you pulled your mouth away. Your fingers slowing their thrusts inside. "Who's gonna make you come, hmm?" You goad and she let's out a sound halfway between a sob and a distressed grunt.

"Oh you fucker-!" She wheezes, staring down at you with tears freely rolling down her cheeks. Black, like her mascara. "Seriously??"

"S'just a question, pretty girl. Come on, I know you know." You urge, taking a moment to drag your tongue along her clit. Her hips buck up, but you press them down against the chill of the wall. She hisses, eyes squeezing closed.

"It…it’s you." Eddie murmurs, your name following after like a prayer. She repeats it, steadily getting louder as you dive back in for more. The wet shlick of her core around your fingers has heat rolling within you. You suck diligently on her clit, dragging her closer to her end with the crooking of your fingers against that special little spot.

For a loud, boisterous girl, Edwina comes quietly. Her body shudders above you, eyes rolling back while her fingers never let go of their vice grip. You don't stop thrusting and licking until she's basically pushing your head away with whines that it was too much!

Rising on aching knees, you clean herself off your fingers. You help her pull her jeans up, and tuck her more securely in that big jacket so she didn't die of hyperthermia on the way home. Her eyes are big and dusky, breath coming out in stuttered huffs as she stares at you. "Are…are you really coming this Friday?" She murmurs, not making any move to leave just yet. Instead she holds your shirt, tethering you to her.

"...Yeah. I really want to see your show." You shift closer, smiling at the way she beams at you before quickly gasping. "Wait, it's not, I'm not- Fuck, how did you know??" She slumps in your arms, head falling onto your shoulder while you laugh.

"I have a better question, why didn't you just tell me it was your band?" You kiss at her temple, tucking some curls behind her ear. Her earrings glint against the holiday lights in the distance. She arches into you, hands sneaking under your own jacket to keep warm. Her fingers were freezing as they slide under your shirt, her nails grazing along the warmth of your body.

"I…I dunno. I thought maybe…it'd be a fun surprise?" She offers a shy grin. "But you'll still come, right? You can have all the drinks and food that you want, and the good spot where you can see right on stage."

"I'm coming, but not for all that." You nudge your nose against her own, soon kissing along the length of it in a way that had her giggling. "I wanna see you again. Maybe…take you on a date afterwards? My treat?"

She leans back, blinking owlishly. "Really?" There was so much hope in those sweet brown eyes. "I'd…I'd love too. Yeah, let's go out. On a date. Um.." She squeezes at your jacket with a giddy grin. "Come…come back to my place with me after? I think it's my turn to pay you back. In full." There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes and you know right then you were in for it. But damn, wasn't that exciting?

You both part ways in the parking lot, with Edwina standing by her van. She offers a wave, grinning as you return it. "Come again soon!" Her cackles echo in the parking lot long after she drives away, Metallica blaring from her speakers not long after.

[zebee-nyx]

CalmWriMo Day 29

[11/29/2023]

Update!

Wow, crazy that tomorrow is the last day. (0.0) So that at the very least is exciting. Otherwise today has been a little stressful, but most of that dissolved when I lost the last three hours to the beast that is being zoned while worldbuilding. (>v<) Even remembered that drinking water is a thing! So big plus there.

Progress:

2 Hour Writing Goal: ✅

Blurb: [see below]

Self Care:

Food: ✅

Hydration: ✅

Sleep: ❌ [(x.x)]

Reading: ✅

Blurb: Neocago Fashion

As stated previously: Appearances mean a lot in Neocago. In an instant clothing communicates the wearer's status, cliques or group affiliation, how dangerous they may be, and even simply how cool they are. This coupled with a booming desire for personalization has created many unique styles.

While decreasing in use and availability there is still clothing made from old world fabrics. These are most often handy downs that survived the tests of time, or at least what remains of them as patches to mend other clothing. While some new old world fabrics are still made, it is prohibitively expensive for all except for a select few. Instead most clothing and fabrics are made from nylon or polyester.

Styles:

Patchwear: More of a "pseudo-style" resulting from reusing and splicing pieces of clothing together. It is a common look in the Undercity, Junkyards, and with Nomads as a necessity because new clothing is either unavailable or usually not a higher priority than paying for food or shelter. The Uppercity has a very 'missing the point' type of high fashion that imitates this with perfectly good clothes after a few tourists felt particularly inspired following an Undercity trip.

Neo-Western: This style replicates the old western fashion using newer materials. The style's odd return is more for practical reasons, namely keeping dust common out in the Wastes and Yards off of under clothing and skin. High collars that help protect the wear's face and duster jackets are fairly common. Also for those that dare to venture out during the day a wide brimmed hat is a must.

Night Flash: This clothing came alongside the transition to a nocturnal lifestyle becoming the default. This clothing makes use of electronic lighting, reflective fabrics, and glowing materials atop a dark base to outline features or create designs. While typically the full fledged style is more common with party goers and clubs, other styles steal some tamed elements of Night Flash.

Polar-Grey: By far the most common across the Midcity and sees some use in parts of the Undercity and Uppercity. This style often has a few layers to account for cold winters as well as frequent strong winds coming off the lake. Like the name suggests this style relies on the monotony of the color grey. This is only broken by a single, typically bright, color localized to a couple small spots such as a stripe outlining the lapel or a scarf. Fake fur scarfs and detailing is sometimes incorporated. Polar-Grey is essentially the goto for business casual or streetwear.

Neo-Panasian: For a few decades before the Great Collapse there was a massive influx of Asian immigration to the US. Particularly from countries such as China, South Japan [yes, this is intentional], Korea, and Vietnam. In Chicago these people's settled closely together. In an effort to preserve and celebrate their cultural identities they made it a point to produce and wear the traditional styles of clothing from their homelands. After the Great Collapse this trend persisted, although a steep population drop resulted in a "squeeze" as these groups banded closer together to help each other survive. This caused the eventual birth of the Neo-Panasian style that blends many different traditional styles together along with incorporating some more modern trends.

Brutalist: A style that was directly inspired by the architecture of the same name. It frequently pairs darker colors with a rigid and angular design that commands the space around it in a powerful way. Like the architecture it was based on there is a lack of defining details beyond shape. It is frequently worn by higher ups of corporations for business and certain formal occasions.

Utopian: A very new style of clothing only ever used by the wealthy. It aims for a clean look with white and semi-transparent clothing. It has preference for more rounded shapes which sets it apart from the more angular Brutalist and Polar-Grey styles also frequent in the Uppercity. Inviting and calmer colors such as cyan, blue, green, and yellow are used in it's detailing along with shiny gold and silver trims. This style emphasis an artistic and futuristic approach with arches that lift away from the body among other little oddities.

Idolwear: This is the wild card of clothing. This is often worn by idols who are focused on directing attention to themselves as well as distinguishing themselves from others. While extremely diverse and in constant flux each week, there are some common themes. The two most frequent are exposed skin, which doesn't need much said, and a shoulder perch on at least one side. This shoulder perch is common to provide a place for a cam-drone to dock for both recharging on the go and to give a POV or close up camera angle. Otherwise, Idolwear takes elements from other styles or more unique individual designs.

[Oh boy... Was that a bit much? I didn't even exhaust all my notes... (0.0) Anyways and always, hope you had a lovely day, peace (^.^)v]

[fawningoveradream]

Tagged by: @nebulariclover

I decided to backtrack some past posts and rbs and tags associated with my tumblr url. Idk how I missed this! Sorry for the VERY late response.

Rules: 1.) Post the rules. 2.) Answer the questions given to you by your tagger 3.) Write 11 questions of your own, and 4.) Tag 11 people!

1.) What bands/musicians would you like to see in concert?

Idk? I've never really been to a formal concert other than me participating in my middle school's orchestra--aaaaaaand perhaps the occasional local country band at a bar or art fest in my city's downtown district.

I'd say I would like to one day hear The Orion Experience, The Hu a popular Mongolian folk-band, or Kendrick Lamar.

2.) What is your idea of a perfect day?

Just going out to places with my partner! I'd love to just explore either a local nature spot with em or check out some roadside attractions. I'd even settle for some group artistic project day!

I also sometimes dream of one day having a nice picnic date with em or invite some friends and have a large picnic group date out in nature or a lovely park. Getting a lil drunk or just drinking, swapping stories, sharing foods we baked or made.

3.) Would you rather never be able to listen to music or never be able to watch cable?

Never be able to watch cable. I spent my whole life for a long time not having access to cable tv and only had the standard tv channels. I'll live!! PBS THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO MY CHILDHOOD!!!

I can't live every day life without listening to my favorite songs. I'd go crazy. What you mean I can't listen to The Mamas and The Papas??? What you mean I can't listen to the soundtrack of the Muppet's Movie (1979)?! What you mean no more Lil Nas X??! NO BILL WITHERS!? NO GLORIA GAYNOR--NO EARTHA KITT?!!!

4.) What talents do you have that you're especially proud of?

I know how to sew patches onto jackets really well! I can come up with real interesting creatures with a full background and appearance. I go full-in when it comes to abstract and often mismatched acrylic paints with scenery.

I've been told that I'm a very good baker! And dogs love me!

5.) Who are your favorite characters? **I did this list in no listed order; just from top of my head

Courage the Cowardly Dog

My many fursonas

Kermit the Frog

Lupin the 3rd and Inspector Zenigata!

The Combaticons (transformers g1)

Bulkhead & Prowl from TFA (Transformers Animated)

Kaon from the DJD

Scooby-Doo

Captain Sisko, Jadzia Dax, Odo, Julian Bashir, Jake Sisko, Quark, Miles O'Brien, Worf, Garak (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

6.) Do you like to sing?

I don't sing in public. I'm kinda self-conscious about the sound of my voice. And I'm aware that I tend to have breaks/sqweaks in my voice when I try to sing. I do sing when its just myself (majority of time), with my partner in their car, or when out drinking with friends at bars.

7.) What helps you sleep?

Ceiling fan ON (medium speed majority of time *depends on the sound the fan makes; if majority is silent then high speed). Temperature must be around 73*F with AC on cool setting - auto

Sleep only in my boxers

Covers consist of my bed's main semi-thick quilt cover and a cotton bed sheet.

Pillows fluffy but maintain shape and don't cover my face/nose area. My pillow sheets are also cooling sensitive as well if I need to flip it onto its otherside if I wake up warm.

I am a stomach sleeper who also likes to be semi-covered under into my bedsheets.

8.) If you could have 4 superpowers to have, what would they be?

Animal shapeshifting

Regeneration/Health restoration power

Water Breathing/Seeing *Aquatic superpower??

Lightening power

9.) Do you prefer dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or white chocolate?

I've been slowly turned into a lover of dark chocolate. HOWEVER I am, still, and always will be weak for the sweet stuff that is milk chocolate!

10.) What are your hobbies?

I like to draw or doodle my fursonas, I like to also paint scenery on canvases, I also like to sew. Baking is also a small hobby of mine. I also like to catch up on some reading as well. Poetry and writing stories use to be an old passion of mine, but I've kind of abandoned it. Or just really struggle to get back into completing it once I've started.

I also like taking care of my ginseng bonsai tree Gordon! And taking walks outside with my dog ranger is also pretty fun too!

11.) Where would you love to live?

In my biggest dreams? In the Philippines near Olongapo or Manila city where a big part of my fam live curretly in.

A list of other places I'd love to live in:

Austrian or Swiss Alps. I like cold weather, and I don't mind being surrounded by deep woods.

Portugal

Spain

If realistically and here in the USA. I'd love to stay here in the south-east coastal region. Cause its where I've grown up in. But with the current culture and anti-lgbt/trans laws and stripping of human rights. I might have to consider moving up north or some state out west thats a safe haven or tolerable. But also has job opportunities related to my own and/or my partners interests/career choice.

11 questions for who I'm tagging:

1.) What's a plant, flower, veggie, fungi, or fruit you've always wanted to grow on your own. But can't due to circumstances or just not having a green thumb?

2.) Do you have a fursona what is their name and species? If you have multiple fursonas which one is your most favorite? Why?

3.) Do you have a favorite song?

4.) Are you currently happy with the job you have right now?

5.) If you were given the chance to live your eternal life as an immortal (in this case never growing old but still being "just some dude" w/ a meatbag body) would you take it? What would you be doing with all that time?

6.) What's your favorite penguin? Why?

7.) Do you have a signature dish (food)? Either that you can make or food that you associate yourself with? Bonus points if you do both!

8.) Whats a specific scene in a movie, show, book, or game that brought you to emotional tears growing up?

9.) Do you think werewolves need to take heartworm and flea & tick medication every month? Do you think in werewolf worlds they got themselves a werewolf positive vet who gives em this medication? Or is there like some elaborate illegal selling of heartworm + flea and tick medication scheme? Do you think in a werewolf world do humans (or humans who are werewolves themselves) privatize medicare for werewolves?

10.) Do you have a fave color you wish you could add to your wardrobe of clothing you have?

11.) How do you manage your emotions when your angry or sad?

Tagging: @jacobtheloofah , @lohboh , @dolphin-damsel , @twinktodapast , @silly-bean , @fiddledy-dee , @vulturereyy , @caydebug , @cantabilechaos , @dkpsyhog , and @jammings

Feel free to ignore my tag if you don't wanna participate!! I just thought it would be fun to take a try on this. It really got me thinking about my early days here on tumblr.

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Find the Word

tagged by @kaiusvnoir to find self, fire, closer, and otherwise! thank!

from The Black & Blues:

cw: reclaimed homophobic slurs

self:

Boystown is cute. It’s a couple of nice, clean little streets with rainbow flags on every corner. There’s a thrift shop and a Caribou Coffee along with the stores Josselin told you about.

But the best part, the best part by far, is when Josselin slides his hand into yours. Then up the inside of your arm. Then he’s holding it, head resting, relaxed, against your shoulder.

Your heart is going to break through your ribcage. You’re going to hyperventilate. Your head is going to explode.

You have no idea what your body’s going to do next, but even if you self-destruct, this makes it worth it.

Every time someone walks past you, your whole body tenses. Every glance someone sends your way hits your fight or flight response like the trigger of a gun.

And every time you tense, Josselin squeezes your arm in reassurance, and you can breathe again.

fire:

Everyone there looks like you and Crystal. Denim and leather, DIY patches, bottlecap pins, shitty home hair dye jobs done in someone’s sink. And everything gets a little lighter, because you’ve finally found your people.

You hang back when the mosh pit starts. You don’t want to get a fist in your eye and have to explain it to your parents, if they would even care. You don’t want to put Crystal in their line of fire.

So you and Crystal stay back against the wall, watching the thrash punk band on stage, enraptured. They suck, and it’s awesome. The songs are no longer than a minute each.

closer:

Kris and Austin are back with a bottle of water for each of you. A group of musicians step out from backstage and start setting up. Austin leans down, closer to your ear so you can hear over the noise. “That’s Poker Face. They’re like, seventeen. I think they’re all still in high school. But they’re so talented. It’s insane. You’ll see what I mean.”

He looks over at Danny, whose elbow is still resting on your shoulder, and he’s kind enough to not mention your pink ears. “You guys been to a tiny local show before?”

“Lots of them!” Danny grins. “For about a year, back home we’d go out every Saturday, about a half hour out of town. Lots of cool punk bands there.”

“Nice! What kind of–”But the band begins tuning and drowns Austin out, and then they start playing for real.

Halfway through the first band’s set, the crowd splits between the front of the room and the back, and Danny pulls you into the back with him so your toes don’t get crushed. He stays with you, even though you can tell he wants to be up there in the skank pit dancing, too, like Sara and Austin and Kris. At one point Kris climbs up Austin like a tree and sits on his shoulders, tall enough to touch the ceiling, and you can’t see Sara through the crowd with her being so short, but you can hear her laughing.

otherwise:

You were afraid the incident over the weekend would drive a wedge between you and Crystal, but somehow it seems you’ve gotten even closer. She never tries to push you into coming out to anyone else, she checks in on you the mornings after to have to stay at home with your family, she occasionally slips you the name of a new queercore band she’s discovered for you to try to find on Napster. She must have passed along the news to Dicky and Danielle, because one day you arrive at Danny’s to mail from Seattle with a few zines from a series called Teen Fag.

You and Danny pore over them, and through them you connect to a whole new group of people like you. The people who wrote them will probably never know you exist, but they let you know you’re less alone than you thought.

“I wonder what Chicago will be like,” Danny says that night. Neither of you has ever been there, have ever left this town. “What if we try to convince my mom and dad to let us go over summer break? They can drive us to the train station a few towns over and pick us up when we come back?”

It ends up just being big talk and big dreams, and you don’t go anywhere that summer. But the internet is getting easier and easier to access, and it teaches you about how huge the rest of the world is, away from here. You don’t have your own computer but Danny does, and you often spend hours late into the night reading shitty scanned zines and buying DIYed CDs and audio cassettes from bands you’d have never heard of otherwise with money orders.

no pressure tagging @drippingmoon @authoralexharvey @garthcelyn @fearofahumanplanet @magic-is-something-we-create to find the words face, choose, lean, cap, and jar! some of you I found on a list so if you don’t want me to tag you again just ask!

[taybatwo2]

Pictures of my Shadow High’s/Rainbow Vision’s Mara Pickett. I picked her and Sabrina St. Cloud up at my local Walmart (they only had the pink girls from the Rainbow Vision bands) as belated birthday present to myself. More info about Mara Pickett under the cut, I’ll cover Sabrina next week.

I actually wasn’t completely sold on either of these girls at first, but after I washed out her hair product, wiped off all of Mara’s blush because it was covering a good section of her right chin/cheek/nose, redressed her (the all black outfit I have her in really helped tone down all the really bright 80’s Barbie pink she had on -which is also cute, but wasn’t my favorite on her- but I have a feeling all this black will stain her) and put her hair in pigtails (thank you to the person on Instagram that did that first), I really fell in love with her and give her a good 8/10, but she’s slowly inching up my list. Some details: I really like the cat mascot patches (like, look at how detailed these guys are) and even her cat-ear hat with the peg (I like that it will stay on her head and I can easily pop it off or on), even if no one else seems to like the peg hats.

My Mara does have side glancing eyes (or was wonky enough to make it look like she is side-eyeing) and I find it really endearing on her. She has Margot de Pearla’s face mold, and I think she wears it well. I also really like the fantasy colors that Shadow High is producing. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but there are so many realistic colored dolls, let me have these techno-colored weirdos. Although, I would like for Shadow High to point out why their students were all black and white and then rainbow skinned (I saw someone’s head-cannon -on Reddit?- that freshmen start out as black and white and earn their “colors,” which is a weirdly fun idea). She only has four outfit pieces to mix and match (plus her hat, pair of socks and two pairs of shoes), but her two jackets and two dresses (mostly) mix and match well. This kinda limits her possible outfits, but I am glad that MGA is still including extra outfits with the dolls…for now (side eyes Pacific Coast and the upcoming Shadow High Fashion Runway line…especially since they’ll probably still cost a kidney or two). Also, her studs are going to pop off her shoes so easily (MGA stop using studs and glued on decorations; it looks really cool but, it makes me really nervous trying to redress them and they will not handle being played with). Also, these pleather outfits will be decomposing in like ten years…sigh. I wouldn’t mind if MGA went back to all plastic shoes (with slits in the back so they actually fit on the doll’s feet). I know Mattel’s glue head is ruining their older dolls, but I feel like MGA is going to ruin a lot of people’s collections with these clothing and shoe decisions (even if they look really cool right now).

Also, her drum set is just a reskin of Venessa Tempo’s. It’s kinda lack luster (besides the angry cat mascot-they are wonderful), and looks really awkward without any cymbals or a place for her to sit down at.

Like what everyone else has been saying, MGA is putting too many dolls out at once, and for too much money (I am glad that these Rainbow Vision girls stayed at just under 50 each, but that’s still 300 bucks for ALL SIX). I have to keep looking up some of the doll’s names and interests because I can’t keep them all straight anymore (I feel like this is almost worse than Monster High at the end of G1 where they had so many great designs but very much unfleshed out characters). *insert Muffy from the Arthur episode where she can’t keep up with all the World Girl dolls* My Walmart JUST got in the Shadow High dolls this week (and FINALLY Marisa Golding from the Slumber Party Line) and only had the Wave 4 girls in ONCE and never again. It’s like MGA is cannibalizing it’s own space on the shelves in smaller stores. I feel like MGA will keeping upping the price and will start including less and less items with this pace. I was excited at the thought of fashion/accessory packs, but I hate that they are blind boxes and 10 bucks a piece (for all 54 items, you would to spend over HALF A GRAND). They could have released two large shoe closets/two purse closets, or smaller packs of shoe and purse closets (like five shoes and five purses in one pack)….or one big mega pack for a hundred bucks (they love doing mega packs with the LOL OMG dolls). I like doll collecting, but MGA needs to calm their titties. Anyways, what are all of your thoughts on MGA/Mara Pinkett?

[capbargain]

How To Restore Your Old 6-Panel Hat The Right Way

6-panel hats are becoming more relevant after its wide adoption in streetwear styles. Like their 5-panel counterparts, blank 6 panel hats are starting to become a must-have accessory owing to their unique style with a split front panel that can be customized. However, like any well-loved item, 6-panel hats can show signs of wear and tear over time. Instead of discarding your favorite hat, consider restoring and customizing it to bring it back to its former glory.

Restoring Your Old 6-Panel Hat

Cleaning and Maintenance

The first step in restoring an old or worn 6-panel hat is to clean it. Depending on the material, you can gently hand wash it or use a soft-bristle brush to remove dirt and dust. This has to be done for both old blank hats and custom ones.  It’s not advised to machine wash a hat, as it does more harm than good.

Repairing Loose Seams

Inspect the seams for any loose threads or stitching. Use a needle and thread in a matching color to quickly fix weak areas. This repair extends the hat's lifespan.

Fading and Stains

If your hat has faded or acquired stubborn stains, you can simply use a fabric dye that matches the original color. Make sure to check the instructions on the dye to get the best results. 

Replacing the Strap

For snapback hats, the strap can wear out over time. It is easy to find replacement straps online or at a local fabric store. Carefully remove the old strap and sew the new one in place.

Reshaping the Brim

If the brim has lost its shape, you can reshape it by gently steaming it over a pot of boiling water. Be cautious not to over-steam or damage the fabric. Once softened, mold it back into the desired shape and allow it to cool and dry.

Customizing Your Blank 6-Panel Hat

Embroidery

Custom embroidery is a fantastic way to personalize your hat. Many wholesalers offer customization offers too. With embroidery, you can add a name, an initial, a logo or even a unique design to make the cap into something more than just a cap. 

Patchwork

If you're feeling crafty, consider adding patches to your hat. Vintage patches, band logos, or unique designs can be sewn or ironed onto your hat to create a distinct look.

Paint and Fabric Markers

Get creative with fabric paint or markers. Freehand your designs or use stencils to create intricate patterns or illustrations. Make sure to use fabric-specific paints to prevent cracking or fading.

Fabric Appliqué

Cut out shapes from fabric scraps or old clothes and sew them onto your hat to create eye-catching appliqué designs. This method allows you to recycle materials while customizing your hat. Restoring and customizing old or worn 6-panel hats not only breathes new life into your favorite headwear but also allows you to express your personality and creativity. Some caps stand the test of time. If you’ve used OTTO hats before, you will know what we are talking about. With a bit of care and imagination, you can bring it back to life and tell a different story.

[thedysphoriadiaries]

Entry 41 - Words - 4 March 2023, 2:21pm

I'm really compelled to place a patch on my lower abdomen. It's getting real painful living like this now.

Even over the music that I play in the shower, and even through my closed eyes, I still can sense how male I am.

The resonances in the slight breaths that leave me.

My mental picture of myself as my hands trace over my body.

The thought that I'd have to keep shaving myself over just to be comfortable with myself (no wonder my bottle of shaving cream is running out so quickly).

I feel more male than ever.

...

Me: Can you imagine a version of yourself that wants to be a girl?

Him: No.

That was the answer I got, asking that friend of seven years.

Huh. I really am fucked, am I not?

I just don't understand. Why doesn't anyone seem to get it?

Yeah... being a woman has its price...

He was talking about periods.

If only he knew how much I'd take them over being literally unable to function properly around women (to the point that I'm unable to sustain proper relationships with them due to those weird feelings that I have towards them).

If only he knew how I'd take those cramps, even if they woke me up at four in the morning (according to a certain enby), over that war of attrition that wanting to be your partner is, to the point you'd try stuff that she did, only to get angry when it didn't feel the same. That anger is now replaced by a deep, deep sadness.

But I can't. There's no way to make him understand unless I misgender him all the time, which is not something I want to do to him.

I wonder why and how all this happened.

I have a little dream, though, and that'd be that I wouldn't mind being with a woman, though. As long as they aren't materialistic.

That little admission from him snaps me back from my melancholic reverie. I question where I stand, once again.

I feel so alone once again, for baring my soul to others.

Bro, can I ask you something?

I cringe when he asks me that, and it's not just because he calls me bro (though I accept that it's going to be like that for a long time coming). I know what he's going to ask - it's something about my decision to be who I think I am.

I can't help but feel like I'm dragging everyone around me into this entire singularity which my own identity is. I look at my family. My grandpa. Dad. Mom. My brother. The stuff they're doing. Here I am, talking about something as basic and fundamental as my own identity. Something as basic as my place in this world.

They've moved on from that ages ago.

Why haven't I?

Of course nobody understands you; you've been talking to cis people all this time while you were away (from the community).

That enby told me that, just yesterday.

I have a feeling that the trans woman with whom I had a three hour long dialogue with would say the same thing.

Yet, how does that explain how I was fine with being a male? Was the entire yearning to be a girl just been in the background?

And...

What do I do when I find out that I can't be a girl?

What do I do then?

...

I have to go for a job 'interview' (they're just going to pass me a shirt and company stuff) in two days (before I start working at Challenger; <haha insert finance my own C18H24O2 and C21H30O2 joke here>). I don't know how I'm going to survive, when I literally wake up every day, wondering what's wrong with me.

God fucking help me. Please. The bottles seem very inviting.

...

cool song time

owo local band???

owo another local band???