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bettyfrommars · 10 months

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Okay. An idea. Eddie and you, drive in, b movie monster marathon, nice crisp autumn night.

I’m over summer, sue me.

🧡🖤

Hope this puts a smile on your face Meg 🧡

Eddie Munson x Reader

18+ONLY, mature themes, smoking the devil's lettuce, b-movie references, friends to lovers, use of "baby" but no she/her or y/n, pure fluff, just some cute nonsense, Eddie and reader are in their early 20's. wc: 1.4k

I'm just a sucker (for you)

“Got it,” you crawled up into the squishy van seat with Eddie’s infamous drug lunchbox in your hand, plopping down with a theatrical smile on your face. “I knew I felt its presence.”

Eddie sat there looking so proud, as if you’d just pulled it out of a magic hat. “My baby is a bloodhound when it comes to the devil’s lettuce.”

You took a sharp inhale and choked a little at the use of the pet name. You and Eddie were not romantic like that, you’d only ever been weed buddies who met through Reefer Rick. Recently you’d discovered that he also enjoyed getting stoned or buzzed at the drive-in on Wednesday nights when they offered the cheesy, cinematic glory of b-movies by the likes of Burt I. Gordon and Roger Corman.

You’d both showed up alone to the drive-in, and on your way back to your car with a popcorn bucket almost too big for the crook of your arm, Eddie whistled to get your attention. It was a wolf-whistle, the likes of which made you frown as you searched for who the dead man was. His arm lolled out of the van window in a wave, and he gave you a finger gun.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you snorted, shoving a few kernels in your mouth, fingers glistening from all of the butter. You didn’t mind that kind of attention from Eddie because you knew he was harmless. Wasn’t he? Neither one of you had any attraction to each other, whatsoever, as far as you knew.

But then, you stopped in your tracks a few cars down, thinking about how you’d smoked your last bowl earlier, and Eddie would for sure have a decent supply on him. Maybe it wouldn’t kill you to hang out with a fellow freak for a bit.

The October nights were chilly, and you thought to grab a hoodie out of your car before you made your way back to his van. The grass at your feet was scattered in burnt orange and gold leaves, and the air was crisp, yet warm, with the smell of rain and freshly cut wood.

Eddie saw you walking back and jumped out of his vehicle this time, determined to get your attention. He held his hands behind his back, lifting up on his toes, tentatively. “Did you come back to give me a kiss?”

His mannerisms made you chuckle. “Keep dreaming, Munson,” you pushed the popcorn tub into his chest, and he grunted, taking it with both hands. “I thought you might like some company.”

Eddie squinted at you, whispering, leaning in, “you came to smoke all my weed like a little feral, stoner raccoon.”

The movie started —Attack of the Crab Monsters—and Eddie feared he’d left his lunchbox at home. You weren’t sure why, but you were about to stay and watch the movie with him even without the weed, but then you decided to take a chance and check around his messy van, just in case.

“Why is there a bed set up in the back?” You asked, wondering if maybe he was in between living situations at the moment. You’d been staying with your mom since you dropped out of college, and most days, you wished you were living in your car.

Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you as he fingered a joint and slipped it behind his ear, snapping the lunchbox closed. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you have about as much game as I do. There’s no way you’re getting laid that often in this van.”

“You know what they say,” he looked around, making sure no one was walking by as he passed you the lighter. “If the van’s a rockin’, don’t bother knockin’.”

You checked around too, and then sank down in your seat to take a long drag, passing it back to him, fanning the smoke away, coughing a few times, while the scenes from the black and white film flickered across your face. Just beyond the movie screen stretched a line of trees dressed in fall colors, and a big, bright, dark blue sky that burned purple over the hills.

You shared sneaky pulls off of the joint for the rest of the movie, each of you getting progressively invested in the loose plot, and giggly about it all at once. Eddie asked you a few personal questions, which you weren’t expecting, and sometimes you could feel his eyes on you. It was a double-feature night, and right after the crab monsters they were showing a personal favorite of yours: The Monster Club with Vincent Price.

It also happened to be one of Eddie’s favorites.

“There’s no way,” he shook his head dramatically, brushing his bangs off his forehead. “Nope. It’s impossible you love this movie, too. No one I know has ever even heard of it.”

“Well,” you had one foot hanging out the open window, sucking from your straw. “I feel bad for the ones who haven’t heard of it. It’s a masterpiece.”

You let him know that you had to run to the restroom but that you would be right back, because you didn’t want to miss the beginning, and you asked if you could get him anything. As you said it, you could tell he was doing his best to contain the smile yanking at the corners of his mouth, but his efforts were fruitless.

“So,” he crossed his arms, tilting his head sideways to give you a curious look. “I guess you do like spending time with me?”

“Absolutely not,” you teased, slamming his door shut on your way toward the concessions.

There were butterflies in your stomach as you returned to the van, though; an undiagnosed thrill in your veins that had something to do with seeing his face again.

With Vincent Price’s face looming over the parked cars, Eddie cleared his throat. “Do you, um, have any plans for Halloween?”

“I never have plans,” you gave a self-deprecating bark of a laugh. Your favorite holiday was in a couple days and the most you had done was carve a few jack-o-lanterns. “I mean, used to, when I was kid, but these last couple years have been…rough.”

Eddie kept his eyes on the screen, plucking at the steering wheel with his thumb. “Do you, um, think you might want to come see a band with me?”

You snapped your head to look at him, but his eyes only flicked to you once before returning to the movie.

“A buddy of mine is in a cover band and, um, they’re playing at the haunted maze,” he pressed his lips together and then blew them out on a puff of air. “But I totally understand if it’s not your scene. I’ve got a shit ton of old horror movies at my place, too, or I’ve got friends at Family Video, we could—”

“Eddie Munson,” you had a funny feeling flopping its way from your stomach to your heart. “Are you asking me out on a date? Or are you just asking me to join you as a friend?”

“Now that all depends,” he lowered his chin, wiping something imaginary off of his jeans. “What would you say if I did ask you out? Would you, um, be into that sort of thing?”

“Shhhh,” you halted, eyes straight ahead. “Hold on, I love this part.”

You used it as an excuse to reach over and grab his forearm, to touch him, to give the type of reassurance that words couldn’t. You squeezed him through his leather jacket a few times, only a couple seconds, and Eddie watched it in slow motion, aching to take your hand. The distance was suddenly too far.

It was a song sequence with a vampire band on stage at the Monster Club singing “I’m just a sucker for your love.”

“You come from Pennsylvania

I’m from Transylvania

And I’m a pain in the neck...

When I kiss and fondle her

It’s like making love to a

Colander”

You could hear Eddie mumbling the lyrics and tapping his thumb, because he knew the obscure song by heart.

“Yes, Eddie,” you kept your attention on the screen, and now it was you losing the battle with a smile so big it pushed up your cheeks. “I think I would like to go on a date with you.”

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #October #Halloween #drive-in movie #fall #eddie x reader #requests

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witchofthesouls · 5 months

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Guys, what if the TFP verse didn't have grocery stores and supermarkets?!

If the Cybertronian diet is limited to liquid from crystal Energon, then they would be completely used to a great beast of a combination between Home Depot, IKEA, and Kay Jewelers. Like a build your own customizable personal fuel station or for the department. Maybe there's minor cultivation of different kinds of crystals that act as herbs and spices equivalent. Look at the displays of crystal decor. While it's Energon, the structures are too unstable or deemed unusable for consumption to be sold (different story for the lowest castes trapped in poverty though)

The 'bots are familiar with a job site providing room and board as well as picking up prepared food from restaurants at different price points. But if Team Prime actually looked into the history of agriculture on Earth, the immense scale and absolute variety would shock them speechless. Optimus would fall into a deep tunnel of botanical science versus the culinary arts and how a lot of veggies are basically the same plant that's been curated to enhance very specific features.

There's a new game at the base and road, it's called "Can you eat this?"

(This actually starts a lot of "lively discussions" between the kids because of cultural differences, family histories, and geographic/regional dishes and traditons.)

And if the kids ever needed to do a report on animals or plants or food, then they would receive full marks.

If the 'bots ever get enough fuel to use a holomatter, then the kids would get the delight of seeing:

Teaching Optimus how to select a good watermelon. The man is in deep concentration as he eyes for a "sun spot, a creamy other side, and a good-sounding thump."

June and Ratchet having a hissy and very heated argument over what's inside the shopping cart. The cart fills and empties between them.

Arcee staring down the produce that is and isn't organic, and then trying to figure out the difference between oranges and grapefruits without breaking them open

Bumblebee buzzing around the honey products and sweets to make puns and jokes. He's having a blast in the personal care aisles, especially with the masks and Burt's Bees.

Bulkhead is entranced by the inside Starbucks and the meat department. He's watching the baristas and counter workers deftly move to produce a new thing. He wants to learn to make a sandwich and a Frappuccino for Miko.

#transformers #transformer prime #tfp #culture clash #cultural differences #cybertronian culture #optimus prime #optimus #ratchet #bulkhead #arcee #bumblebee #jack darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #june darby #maccadam #my thoughts #my writing

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akwolfgrl · 7 months

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Part 3! LFT We have some jelly zoro with us today. Not sure abut how I worte Nami and Ussop any feedback is welcome

Zoro watched as Sanji flitted about, graceful in his movements as he plated everyone's dinners. Luffy was already inhaling the leg of lamb beside him. A large plate of sliced bread with a bowl in the middle was placed in the center of the table and soon came the bowls brimming with seafood, muscles, clams, shrimp and fish in a reddish orange broth. A second bowl of plain white rice was placed in front of him. Zoro hides a smirk, looks like someone had time to read this past hour.

"Dessert is in the oven rising, it will be out shortly so please no yelling," Curly brows shot him a pointed look before his cheeks turned red and he had to hide his face. "What can I get everyone to drink?"

"Wine would be lovely," Nami said with a smile, that witch would use anyone until they had nothing left to give.

"Of course Nami-swan! I'll fetch it right away! The love sick fool gushed, Zoro swore he saw hearts in his eyes.

"Sake," He ordered gruffly scowling. "Or is that too much for you to handle," Zoro didn't like the fact that the man he had in lap just an hour ago, the man who made such erotic noises would pay so much attention to some else and a woman at that.

"Burte you're lucky I have soufflés in the oven," The blond turned his attention back to where it belonged, the marks Zoro had left on his pale skin still there.

Zoro couldn't resist the smirk that graced his face. He shouldn't be jealous of Nami. They weren't in a relationship, not even a sexual one…well not yet anyway. But that would be fixed tonight, Zoro needed more of the man in front of him.

"A nice dry white wine pairs best with the Bouillabaisse," Cook placed a glass of wine in front of Nami before serving Usopp and Luffy saving him for last. "Here's your sake marimo," Sanji held out a bottle of sake for him to take.

"Finally," Zoro deliberately brushed his fingers against Sanjis causing him to blush. He was easy to tease when he was like this, tonight was going to be fun.

After everyone ate their fill, the food had been as good as had tasted when he had kissed the cook earlier, Sanji went back to the oven. Zoro sat back and enjoyed the view, those fancy pants of his hugged every inch and curve of the cook's shapely ass and thick muscular thighs.

"Oi cook can you crush a watermelon with those thighs," Zoro had to know, he was certain he could.

"What!" He shot up the pan in his hands tilting dangerously. "Why would you ask that!" Zoro could see the back of the blonde's neck and the tips of his ears were bright red and waited to see how red and flushed his face was.

"Oooo!! That would be so cool!" Luffy of course was all for it, for very different reasons of course.

"Is that even possible?" Name asked.

"It would be a waste of food and I will not be wasting any food!" The cook spoke his voice raising in pitch, almost yelling as he turned around his face red as Zoro had hoped. I'm his arms was a tray with three brown fluffy desserts and one yellow one. He placed the brown ones in front of the others and the yellow in front of him.

"Aww why does Zoro get a yellow one?" Luffy whined.

"Because he doesn't like chocolate," His shoulders were relaxed, clearly thinking the watermelon conversation was over.

"Why can't you just put a bowl under the watermelon?" Zoro asked, digging into the fluffy food in front of him before taking a bite, it was more salty and savory rather than sweet.

"He's got a point, Sanji, unless you're afraid of failing? I mean not everyone can be as strong as the great captain Ussop!" Ussop attempted to flex with his tiny arms, he could use a good work out. Zoro would lend him some weights if he wanted.

"Please Sanji?" Nami only had to bat her eyes and the dam cook folded.

"Anything for you!"

"Yah hooo!" Luffy cheered in-between shoveling bites of food.

Zoro had gotten the outcome he wanted, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth. It annoyed him how much it bothered him that Nami had such sway over the cook.

#zosan #fanfic #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zoro #sanji x zoro #nami #ussop #monkey d. luffy #one peice #a friend said i should name this watermelon and jealousy #lust filled thoughts

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danoberry · 2 years

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★ my girl (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: the kids stay at your parents' home for the weekend. you and burt decide to take advantage of that freedom.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, handjob, blowjob, fluff, big breeding kink, talks about pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lots of use of "good girl"

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.2k

afab genitailia

It was the weekend of your anniversary. As most couples do, you and Burt wanted some alone time. Of course, you would never make your parents watch your children, but they had insisted. Hell, an offer is an offer. The kids would be staying at your parents’ home for the next three days.

It was strange, that Friday night. There were no kids running around the house, no one tugging on your pant leg asking you “what's for dinner,” or how long it’d be until then. It was just you and your husband. He had missed the purley one-on-one attention neither of you had experienced in a while, and so did you.

Saturday was another day to relax. You sat on the couch together and read each of your respective novels. Reading as you lay on his lap, and he, petting your hair as he read, pushing his glasses up ever-so often.

As the sun set, and orange-yellow light filtered through the window, you closed the book you were reading and kept the chapter you had left on in the back of your mind. Records sat on the shelf under the brand new television. You left your partner’s lap and sat your book on the coffee table. Walking over, you kneeled down and picked up The Temptations, turning the record to the A side. A crackle sounded as you set the needle to track three. My Girl.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…” The Temptations sang.

Burt pushed his glasses up once more and finished the sentence he was reading. Setting it down, he stood up and smiled in your direction. You reached out to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He sat his hands right above your hips and laid his head on your shoulder, quietly reciting the lyrics in your ear.

“My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl…”

The man- your husband- towered over you as he held his forehead close to yours, pecking you on the lips.

You both continued to slow-dance as the tune continued. His feet moved and swayed harmoniously with yours.

“Ah, you don’t know how lucky I am…” He says. Burt lets out a sigh with a smile. “You’re my girl. Wow.”

You blush at the words of praise. “I love you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips again.

“I love you, more.”

“Pshh…”

You dig your head into his chest while you both dance, until the track ends.

…

There were no set plans for Saturday, besides watching a movie (by which you didn’t know the name, only that it was romantic) that would be on the television at quarter ‘till nine. As time passed, you would continue to read after your dance, and sit propped against him.

With time hurtling towards 8:45, you sat up and went over to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Got it, darling?” Burt said from the other side of the wall, in case you needed any help.

“Yes honey, I’m okay. Thank you!” You replied, setting the pan on the stove.

The popcorn began to pop on the stove a few moments after you had turned on the heat. You waited the few minutes it took, shaking around the pan to get all of the kernels popped. Once they were all done, you grabbed a bowl and poured it out of the pan, before turning off the heat and setting the pan back on the stove to cool.

You approached the living room, only this time Burt was kneeling by the television, clicking buttons, moving dials, and fixing the antenna for a better signal. Eventually, he had it fixed, and he turned down the volume to a quiet yet audible sound. He got back up and sat down on the couch with a blanket.

The popcorn sat on the coffee table and a dim lamp positioned in the corner of the room was enough to create a cozy environment. The curtains stay open to the backyard, and a view of the moon which glimmered and refracted off of the window glass was pleasant.

You huddled next to your husband and grabbed the other half of the throw blanket he had on his lap, propped your feet up on the couch to your right side, and laid your head on his shoulder. Burt sat, knees spread apart, and threw his arm over your shoulder. As the Warner Bros. logo flashed upon the screen, his pointer finger drew circles around your hand, massaging it up and down. He kissed your head and rested on yours.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, you were admittedly becoming bored of whatever movie you had been watching. Where the hell even is the title screen?

You looked up at your husband with loving eyes, but he seemed interested in what was going on, and he kept his view on the television.

A thought swept your mind. The kids aren’t home.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in ages. The last time was probably months prior, and even then, it didn’t last long. Not because Burt couldn’t last long, because God, how he could, but because the last time you had had sex you were almost walked in upon by your youngest, crying about a nightmare. You might as well take advantage of the time you had, you believed.

You looked back at the screen blankly and slowly brought your hand to his upper thigh. Burt let a breath escape his lips and looked down at the imprint your hand was leaving under the blanket. Your hand massaged his thigh slowly and treaded towards his crotch. The tent growing under his pants was something getting harder and harder to hide. Burt shifted his focus from the television and now to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and slowly dragging circles with his thumb under your hairline.

Your hand finally reached the growing bulge in Burt’s pants. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his crotch, feeling him grow. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him again.

“Mhm…” he hummed with his mouth closed, smiling as a way of approval.

The hand that was just grazing his thigh was now unzipping his pants and grabbing his cock from the slit in his underwear. Burt positioned himself straighter as he felt the cold air envelope around his dick.

A low groan escaped from his lips and his eyes shut for a brief moment while you rubbed gently on his sensitive, red tip. Your hand had meticulously wrapped around his length and started a rhythmic up-and-down motion. The sight of your husband enjoying himself so much, with his head laid back on the sofa, requited licking your lips in satisfaction.

Burt’s head slowly came down again, and he opened his eyes to stare directly at the hand you were fucking him with. All the while, your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs.

“Oh… you’ve always been so- ah- good at this, doll,” He said, preliminary to licking his lips and letting a quick stream of air escape between his teeth. Your head reached up to his face and you kissed his cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, baby…” Grinning on his bright red cheek, you said.

Your hand stroked him harder and harder. Burt tried not to buck his hips as your fist, wrapped around his cock, rutted up and down. The strokes slowed for a moment, which resulted in a groan, however your face had left his, and made its way down to his crotch. You opened your mouth and let saliva drip from the tip of your tongue onto his cock. A hand stayed lightly squeezing his base, your mouth enveloped the end of his cock and your cheeks hallowed out, before letting off with a pop noise.

His head threw back once more, only this time he let out a moan that made the space between your thighs even wetter. You pulsed as a reaction.

“Oh- God, hon,” he inhaled through his teeth, “you’re so- ah- perfect. You know- you’re such a good mom to our- ah- kids…”

You took your mouth off of his dick, with a bit of saliva following your mouth as you sat up to look at him and kept your strokes slow, yet steady. You went to kiss him on the lips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you said.

“Lets try for another… would you want that, doll?”

The general thought of being pregnant didn’t fancy you very much, but the idea of having another child, another that you loved and adored, that you and your husband could take care of together, made you elated. Without hesitation, you giggled with approval and nodded your head, before kissing him once again.

“I just wanna fill you up…” He commented.

Quickly, you let the strokes of your hand stop and you took off your shirt and pajama pants that you had stole from Burt’s dresser. He let his pants roll down to his ankles and he changed from his shirt to his bare chest. All that you were left with on the couch was a bra and underwear, and he sat up, completely naked and erect, his cock throbbing for your warmth.

He looked at you for a moment, encapsulating your body. You took off your parties and sat on Burt’s lap, facing him. His dick sat at the bottom of the pudginess of his stomach, just below his belly button. It propped his cock up nicely. You began rubbing your clit up and down his length, edging each of you on for a moment.

“I need to be inside you…”

“Okay baby, okay,” you replied. With that, you took his cock out from under you and played with the tip against your clit, before lining himself with your entrance and sitting down slowly, circling as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” Burt praised.

His cock twitched inside of you, which made you shudder in retaliation. The feeling was indescribable… it just felt so, for lack of a better word, good.

You began to ride his cock, beginning slowly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face deep under his chin, bobbing up and down. He thrusted into you, sounding slapping noises. You moaned loudly into his neck, while he groaned louder and louder under you.

The pace was kept by you, but was interrupted from time to time from out-of-sync thrusts from your husband, going even deeper in you than what you thought was physically possible.

“Hon-ey, hey,” he said between thrusts. You came to a stop for a moment. “I really want to fuck you.”

You clenched at his upfront words and nodded your head.

“Okay, babe.”

Burt picked you up and kissed you. He walked to the kitchen and sat you on the table

“Mmm… my good girl. God, I can’t wait to have another baby with you. You and I make such wonderful kids, don’t you think?” He prodded gently.

“Mhm...” you said, nodding like a madman.

“Tsk-tsk, Oh, how impatient you can act sometimes. You want me now, huh doll?”

“Yes please.”

Burt rolled his eyes affectionately and began to line himself up with your entrance once again, moving your body slightly off of the table, and grabbing your hand to sling over his shoulder. Your other cupped behind his neck, and you held yourself up as he began rutting into you.

Closer to orgasm, you both were. The both of you had been edging each other on until the point of unbearability. Pounding into you was Burt’s final act, and it was going to be a grand finale. He was never hard on you, but he wasn’t going to be that soft on you.

His medium-fast, hard pace was sending you into orbit. Grunts escaped his lips with every thrust, and he would smile at you as you moaned with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum, hm? Are you gonna make me cum?”

His thrusts began to get faster as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“Mhm! Yes… mhm…mhm!”

Strings of mhms left your lips as Burt gave it his all to give you the best orgasm in ages, and to paint your walls with as much cum as he could.

“You can do it, sweetheart… Make me cum in you,” he said, reassuringly as you felt your walls clasp down on his cock. Electricity shot through your core and throughout your pussy as you came. Fuck streamed out of your mouth repeatedly.

The vibration of your core was enough to send Burt flying over the edge. He moaned loudly while warm spurts of cum lined your walls. He panted and pulled off of you slowly, kissing all over your face.

He took his thumb to your hole, collecting some of the cum dripping out of you, before bringing it to your mouth. You licked his finger clean and closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“You’re so good. You’re so good. I love you so much, doll.”

You opened your eyes to see his bright red, sweat misted face once more. You kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, baby…”

“We’re gonna have such a pretty child.”

You giggled. “I agree, hon.”

“We should start thinking of names!” He said, jokingly.

“Oh please, Burt…”

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trevlad-sounds · 1 year

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I had a lot of fun making this. Drop by and give it a spin for its money… Although it’s free.

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crown-of-roses-thsc · 29 days

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This is a really random question, but I ask those alot so..

Like. Out of the characters already used I suppose. (main characters, I don't really know how to put it)

What's their favourite drinks / foods?

(apologies if this has already been asked)

That’s a good question! I haven’t thought about it 🤔 well, off the top of my head, here’s what I’d say

Ellie - Ellie gives me the vibes of someone who would like cinnamon rolls. Desserts in general, I think, but *especially* cinnamon rolls. She definitely likes fizzy drinks, but is also the kind of person who will go out to eat and still order chocolate milk like a child (I’m a hypocrite for shaming her smh). Also you take her out to eat she will order the most amount of fries possible

Reginald - I’ll be honest, he probably drinks tea because he’s British and that’s all that British people drink they don’t have water it’s just tea tea runs out of their faucets. He also probably drinks coffee, but likes it less and drinks it more out of a necessity because he is an introvert and is surrounded by those who are NOT. I feel like he likes crackers (he likes animal crackers as well but he has to hide them because Lefty will make fun of him and Ellie will eat all of them). For fun I also declare it canon that he likes Dino nuggies

Lefty - yunno Ron Swanson? From Parks and Recreation? His diet is the same thing as Ron’s I feel like. Except he isn’t a grumpy old man, he’s just an old man and probably will eat anything. His favorite drink is wine idk I’m not old enough to drink I don’t know anything about alcohol :((. I feel like he would like bananas though.

Burt - Burt is probably super picky (like meeee). He’s a fruit person, methinks. He likes oranges and most melons (but he HATES the seeds they stress him out. and he hates peeling oranges). He hates fizzy drinks and is also a chocolate milk person. He’ll drink lemonade but only sometimes and only one cup that he slowly drinks over like the span of a week (I’m not projecting you are)

Sven - Sven likes pancakes methinks. Can’t relate but I feel like he does. He also likes chocolate cake I think, but overall doesn’t have sweets a lot. He’d like milk I think but I honestly think he’s like me and severely dehydrated

Randy - I’m convinced that Randy has only ever eaten smarties his entire life. There is no other explanation. And maybe skittles. If it’s not colorful he will not eat it. He likes milkshakes- any kind

Suave - Susve probably likes lasagna because I HATE lasagna and I will thus let him enjoy the food that I HATE. He probably likes hot chocolate but only the CHEAP GROSS BAD KIND because he’s a psychopath and I hate him. He eats every food I don’t like

#thsc #henry stickmin crown of roses #thsc cor #thsc au #henry stickmin #au #thsc ellie rose #thsc reginald copperbottom #thsc right hand man

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cishetlessfashion · 1 year

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Punk/grunge death and decay themed gay trans man fashion for anon Mushroom top surgery shirt Zombie boyfriend enamel pin Mink jaw and rattlesnake spine earrings Eyeball barbwire button up shirt Trans colors guts bracelet Mink skull necklace Tar pit mammoth enamel Burt orange skull necktie Gay liberation front shirt Gay pride patch

#trendercore #punk #grunge

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howardhawkshollywoodmusic · 6 months

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77. Anyone Who Had a Heart by Dionne Warwick debuted Dec 63 and peaked at number eight, scoring 868 points. It was written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David.

Dionne was born in East Orange, New Jersey, and has 55 chart entries 1962-87. Twelve made the top ten. This was the first.

#dionne warwick #anyone who had a heart #hits of 1964 #burt bacharach

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 7 months

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fuck it we're liveblogging Batman '66

black list "#66 time" right now if you don't want to see this because god. there's going to be so much.

ep 1x01: Hi Diddle Riddle

"Makenzie you never included the episode titles when you were doing Gotham" yeah man but the 66 episodes make little rhyming couplets and I want you to experience the whimsy with me

I think all the time about the way that Burt Ward was fully married with a child when he started playing Dick Grayson as like. the ageless platonic ideal of a wholesome young lad

"the Riddler contrives his plots like artichokes" I'm always saying that Bruce

Frank Gorshin Riddler you will always be iconic. he's literally just suing Batman for assaulting him. and it's working!

except he's not REALLY suing him that's just a pretext for delivering MORE riddles as part of a scheme to kidnap Robin and replace him with a henchgirl like it's so needlessly convoluted

so much is made about how much it would suck if Batman had to appear in court and reveal his identity but he's like. he's so above board in this show. he says in the first ep he's a "duly deputized agent of the law." he's literally just a cop in a bat costume with a teen sidekick he's only wearing the bat costume because it's fun. this Bruce is arguably the biggest freak of any Bruce ever put to screen.

bro they drugged his orange juice... can't have shit in Gotham...

Gorshin plays the Riddler as such a fucking. creature. always scuttling around and crouched over and bouncing and cackling and popping out of spaces where he absolutely should not be with a deeply weasel-like look on his shifty little face. he had such a blank slate to work with (if memory serves, the Riddler had cropped up in a grand total of like six comics prior to appearing in the show) and he picked violence.

and he was right for that

1x02: Smack in the Middle

see look at that. a couplet. how cute.

Bruce has an uncle? an alive uncle?

things that exist in Gotham: the old turtle mill on Orleans Cove

more writers should let Bruce have a "Bat Ray" the just kills the ignition in people's cars. surely that won't go wrong.

I don't think anyone talks enough about how buckfucking wild it is that in the second episode ever of this very goofy non-violent series a woman dies by falling into a nuclear reactor

and then Bruce makes a terrible pun about it that literally no one can hear but him. dick move tbh.

Riddler's got a whole plaid suit pink shoe/gloves/hat situation going on... kind of serving

the lawsuit was dismissed btw. if anyone was worried.

#66 time

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capturecharlesau · 1 year

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This might be a little random but I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING….. MY version of Burt Curtis is SUPER similar to MY old version on Melvin Sneedly from Captain Underpants….

They are both someone you LOVE auto HATE

They both have a yellow left eye (the difference is Burt’s right eye is orange and Melvin’s right eye is light blue)

They BOTH tattle from time to time!!

They BOTH have GINGER HAIR!!!

They BOTH are incredibly smart with technology and love to create inventions and robots!!!

They BOTH are color coded ORANGE!!!!!

What the HELL IS THIS DARK MAGIC

Sorry I HAD to mention THIS—

#the henry stickmin collection #captain underpants #burt curtis #melvin sneedly #THE FUCK—!!??

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palepinkgoat · 4 months

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thank you to my loves @deedala @darlingian @mybrainismelted! @juliakayyy

About you name: Karen

age: between Noel and Layla

starsign: Leo sun Sagittarius moon

your first language: english

second language: Spanish in the weakest way possible. I wish I would have continued it past high school or had the guts to practice with others. When I was in Mexico and in Spain I could get by, but that's it. I can understand more than I can speak. I guess there's always time to work on it.

favourite lip product: burts bees lip balm

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: any kind of soup or stew. I made a great bean and kielbasa soup that everyone loves. I'm also making cakes from memory these days after making them so often.

If you drink tea, what kind?: earl grey, sometimes chamomile If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? The kind I buy is a medium roast but I love any hot coffee, any time of day. favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I like to watch what my kids call "mom tube" which is stuff like decluttering, house stuff, cooking and food related, money saving stuff... favourite item of clothing right now: I bought four of the same sweater in different colors from Target and I love them all. I typically do things like that - buy the same thing. I like a "uniform" and in my older age I'm getting more and more picky about the way fabric feels.

fandom three movies you recommend: Lady Bird, American Movie, Rushmore

your favourite concert: I saw Patti Smith in like 2004 and she was mesmerizing.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: call me petty, but yes.

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: I abandoned the shameless fandom for a while because it felt too overwhelming for me - that was back in 2016 maybe?

the best tv show you watched last year: The Bear

do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: I have no idea what this means!

a ship you've abandoned: Willow/Tara on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: Uh, 8? do you have a fandom tattoo?(do you want one?): I have "sorry I'm late" with an orange heart and a black heart on my forearm. I want another gallavich/shameless tattoo I just have to think about it a while. what fandom do you wish was bigger?: Can there please be a Mary Poppins fandom. I could talk about that movie all day long.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: I don't think so!

have you...

swam in an ocean?: yes, begrudgingly. I am terrified of the ocean but I swam in it really shallowly as a teenager. ever been vegan/vegetarian?: yes, also as a teenager. In my 20s I rarely ate meat but when I did I felt like I could lift a car. I would break my pseudo-veg ways for beef only. Steak. A burger. Anything. I love beef. Sorry cows. gone skinny dipping?: yes in my 20s at a campground when I was kind of drunk. Not ideal. I am terrified of the water outside of swimming pools, especially dark water. I think I was trying to be sexy or something?

gone skiing?: yes a lot when I was in middle school

been to a convention?: not yet! Crowds get me overstimulated so not sure if that's in my future. Tagging @heymacy @michellemisfit @francesrose3 @gallawitchxx @rereadanon @skylerwinchester @thisdivorce @howlinchickhowl

#this was a fun one!

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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❛i can’t wait to be alone with you.❜ with eddieee

hi, thank you so much for the submission!! so this ended up being mostly fluff with innuendos so i hope you enjoy!! (i might make a part 2 cause i love the idea so far)

warnings: alcohol, a bar fight, mentions of arguing

word count: 1.4K

The frigid air flew in the doors of the bustling bar as Eddie Munson stepped in, fresh off stage from a successful performance in New York City with his band, and desperate for a drink. Halloween night made many dress up, some opting for the comical choices while some lent towards the scandalous. Due to his peculiar style, his metal attire made him able to pass as any rockstar, even if the similarities were slim.

He tapped his ring clad fingers against the wooden bar, squishing between a sweaty sailor and a group of girls dressed as Charlie’s Angels. Giving the bartender his order, he partook in a hobby of his that was especially entertaining on nights like these; People watching.

He watched as a man and woman dressed as Jack and Wendy from The Shining argued over the loud music. While Eddie couldn’t make out all the words, he watched as Jack’s face slowly became beet red, waving his arms before stomping off with his Wendy hot on his tail.

In a corner, he observed a man dressed as Smokey from Smokey and the Bandit, who looked a little too close to Burt Reynolds for comfort, down a whole bottle of Vodka as Spartans cheered. Mildly impressed, he was only distracted when the glass appeared in his hand, the cup feeling good against his guitar scarred fingers.

“I’ll have a rum and coke please.” He heard a soft voice call from down the bar, watching as you fiddled with the menu in front of you. The drink was easy to make, ending up with you quickly as you sat against the bar.

The possibility it was due to alcohol was strong as he mindlessly wandered to you, sitting in the empty seat that had a crease down the red, plush cushion. While looking up in annoyance, your face softened at his exterior that held a smile and kind eyes.

“What are you dressed as?” Eddie asked, voice raised as Uptown Girl blasted through the speakers surrounding the grimy bar. He glanced at your outfit, an orange sweater with a bandana around your neck, a brown skirt going down to your knees with black flats and a tan hat.

“I’m Bonnie Parker, like from Bonnie and Clyde.” You replied, taking a quick swing of your drink, “What are you?”

“Eddie Munson.” He replied with a smirk, watching your face contort in thought.

You let out a breathy laugh, “I don’t think I know who that is, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, you will.” He said, finishing off his drink and signaling for another, “So, where’s your Clyde?”

You let out a confused noise, briefly forgetting your costume was usually accompanied by someone else. You grinned, letting your arm rest against the counter as your sweater scrunched to your elbows.

“Nope, Bonnie’s riding solo. I was supposed to be here with some friends, but they bailed at the last minute.” You explained as he nodded, ignoring how your knees tersely gilded against one another's. “Does ‘Eddie Munson’ ride solo too?

Your cheeky air quotes amused him as he thanked the bartender for the refill, “He does, especially after a long day of work.”

His eyes flicker to the Priscilla Presley dressed woman in the arms of a man in a bear costume, his mask lifted just enough for their mouths to cover each other. You follow his sight, a soft puff of laughter at the outrageous sight.

“New York never fails to amaze me.” You mused, swirling the melting ice, glancing to see his grin. “Are you from here?”

“Nope, Indiana, nothing cools’ come out of there except for Michael Jackson and, more importantly, me.” He joked, scoring a laugh from you that he took with honor. “So I’m just stopping by. What about you, Miss Parker?”

“Kentucky, all I’ve got is Colonel Sanders.” You said as Eddie laughed, “I live here now though, ‘bout a block away.”

He nodded, taking note of the way you delicately slipped your drink, wincing at the intensity of the rum that the bartender graciously filled. A drop trickled down your chin, wiping it with the sleeve of your sweater.

Your conversation was interjected as a man approached Priscilla and the bear, dressed in a full Elvis getup.

“Now this is getting interesting.” Eddie gawked, watching as words were shouted between the two men as Priscilla began to cry off her black eye liner. It was the bear who threw the first punch, followed by the black haired man to fight back.

This evoked an audience, some cheering while others tried restraining. It only took seconds for more people to join, fists flying and shoes getting kicked off. The music screeched to a halt as the staff scrambled to recover the once cheerful bar, but the fight only grew.

Eddie was slightly startled at your giggle, slamming down a 10 before grabbing his arm to rush out, pressing your forehead to the outside window. The bear had lost its mask, a pimple-covered jock that still attempted to puff out his chest at the King of Rock, who had joined forces with Obi-Wan and a cowboy.

“My money’s on the cowboy.” You interrupted his train of thought that was divided between you and the brawl.

“No way, Obi-Wan!” He scoffed, crossing his arms as he stepped back from the fogged glass, stealing a quick look at you in full.

You turned to the right, beginning to walk down the empty sidewalk, seeing Central Park in the distance that was filled with children dressed as princesses, dragons, and bumblebees. Eddie shoved a hand in his pocket, following your lead as if he had also needed to go in this direction and not back to his hotel that was to the left.

“Let’s come back in the morning and see what’s left; A fake mustache or a lightsaber?” You teased, elbowing his side as your feet stumbled against the cracked sidewalk.

“Are you saying you want to see me again?” He responded, seeing your bashful face that you attempted to cover with an eye roll. You yanked off your beret, shoving it into his spare palm, backing against the wall of a pizzeria that had obnoxious red and green banners.

He jolted towards you, staring at you as you lifted your hands in surrender, shaking your head with pursed lips. The flickering street light danced against your skin, making his heart slightly fumble, unsure if he was alerted by his heart or down south.

“There. Meet me there to give me back my hat or you’re a thief.” You reprimanded, graciously relaxing your posture as your arms retreated to your sides.

Eddie nodded, furrowing his brows in thought as he observed the sewn fabric in his hand. He wondered if this was handmade or if you bought it, some fraying making him believe it could’ve been used before. He took a step closer, making sure to observe your body language to ensure you were relaxed, not genuinely fearful of the metalhead with a goofy smile.

“Well, how about I make this easier and keep bugging you till morning?” He questioned, swearing he could feel the heat radiating off your body in comparison to the nippy October air.

All he received was a shrug before you continued your walk, pausing to watch for oncoming traffic as a Volvo and Mustang sprinted past. Eddie’s combat boots squeaked as he rushed besides you, going over the white lines together as the pedestrian light signaled.

“If you don’t mind messy apartments, be my guest.” You replied coolly, your hand accidentally brushing against his firm knuckles. “Unless you want to make it messier?”

Even he blushed at your response, throwing his head back with a laugh as he swayed his body to the side in anxiousness. When he looked over, your features were relaxed besides your scrunched nose due to the weather.

“Oh, I can’t wait to be alone with you. In your soon to be messier apartment” He taunted, taking the opportunity of your arm being slightly bent to link his arm under yours.

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thank u for reading, much love!

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