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every time i scroll past an ad for facetune i develop more pimples out of spite

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The Hurt/Comfort Alphabet

A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?

B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?

C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?

D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?

E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?

F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?

G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?

H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?

I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?

J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?

K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?

L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?

M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?

N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?

O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?

P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?

Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?

R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?

S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?

T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?

U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?

V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?

W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?

X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?

Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?

Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?

#how bout some good ol h/c #i had a few people comment on that post i made yesterday so 👀👀👀 #choose a prompt or two and send me ur rare pairs!!! #i wanna dabble in pairings i havent written before

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I could win in a fight against Billy. Not because I'm stronger than him or anything, far from it, but simply because I will hit him with the love and affection beam. Get cherished idiot! Also I have big brown eyes, so.

#steve like damn i shoulda tried that lmfao

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Found this guy while kayaking

#me when someone finds me while kayaking

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thinkin about looking for some more good fic prompts for yall to send me 👀....

SPECIFICALLY thinkin about asking yall to send me ur fav rare pairs + a prompt or two cuz im in the mood to write some more little ficlets but i want to try some new stuff??

#i got all day tomorrow & im dogsitting on the weekend #wanna have stuff to do while im hanging out #idk feelin out where interest level's at before i go list hunting lmao

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#obligatory cat pics #i take a million pictures of my child & u must look at her lmao

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additional comment from the anon: this mostly applies to things like smut or nsfw art. I see a lot of blogs that are 18+ and I’ve always wondered if people actually listen to "minors dni (do not interact)" or if they just ignore them.

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#i read so much smutty fanfic as a teenager #and like. i also read real life actual novels with sex scenes in them when i was PRE teen #and watched r rated movies #im not 100% comfy with kids interacting with my blog but that has nothing to do with any moral objection to them seeing mature content #im just awkward around children lmfao

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#me presenting yall with pictures of my favs #BEHOLD #pocket cat #he has killed several people

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Harringrove 😬🧸 and 💦 (since the breakup)

hey! 🥰 yall are getting tiny ficlets instead of blurbs because i have no self control lmfao especially when it comes to writing billy and his feelings

😬 confessing their feelings + 🧸 exes with feelings + 💦 sleeping together for the first time

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He's just getting this out of his system.

That's what Billy keeps telling himself.

It's a closure thing.

He can get one last orgasm from Steve, knowing it'll be the last. He can savor it, memorialize it, commit every bead of sweat and tiny sound to memory, and then move on knowing he got everything he could from whatever this thing between them was.

Last time was a quickie in the backroom of Family Video, and Billy left before either of them said a word to each other, if he'd known...

He digs blunt fingertips into Steve's sweat-slick back. They can't get any closer, but he tries anyway, ignoring the sting of future rugburn forming on his chest where Steve's carpet of hair has been rubbing against his skin.

"Billy..." Steve says, warm and close, his nose brushing Billy's temple. He sounds fond and teasing, like he knows—

He knows nothing. There's nothing to know.

Billy turns his head, licking into Steve's mouth and stopping any dumb shit from coming out of it.

It's a bad distraction. Not because it doesn't work, Steve kisses him back with enthusiasm, but because it hurts. Billy's chest cracks open, and a terrible, wounded noise rips from his throat.

It must startle Steve. He jerks away, eyes going wide, but stopping is even worse than starting, because the second Billy's lips aren't occupied he gasps—

"I love you."

Steve goes very still.

Regret hits Billy like a bag of bricks. He's buried under it, choking on the dust. He needs out. Away. The wall he tried to build collapsed on him and he can't let Steve see the wreckage.

He shoves Steve off him and scurries back in one clumsy movement, panic making his limbs heavy, his fingers numb.

Steve catches his wrist. "Wait."

"Let go."

"You said you didn't want...y'know."

"I don't."

"So you don't want me to tell you I love you too?"

It's Billy's turn to freeze. Tears prickle at his eyes. "No," he says quietly.

There's a determined, defiant tilt to Steve's chin. "Well, too bad. Because I do."

A dozen retorts rattle Billy's teeth, and he grinds molars, trying to swallow them back. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say right now, but he knows nothing that's coming to mind should come out of his mouth.

"Billy." His voice is doing that soft, mushy thing again, and he scoots closer, sheets wrinkling around his bare legs. "I love you."

It hurts. Like it hurt when Steve kissed him. Like it hurt the first time he did something stupidly romantic for Billy, out of the blue, laced their fingers together while they were sharing a cigarette at the quarry. They were sitting on the hood of Steve's car, bathed in sunset orange, and Billy couldn't stand how picturesque it all was.

He takes Billy's hand again now, slipping down his wrist into his palm. This time Billy lets him.

💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕

#thank you 💕💕 #harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #a raven's writing desk

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Confessing their feelings, knife against the throat, enemies to lovers, forced proximity?

OO THE DRAMA. i've been in the mood to write more f/f fic so ur getting some kali/nancy 💜

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"I thought I told you to leave this alone," Kali hisses through gritted teeth. The reprimand is a warm tingle against Nancy's cheek, and she barely represses a shiver.

It's harder than it should be to focus on the cold steel resting against her collarbone instead. She can't see it in the dark, but she knows it's the hunting knife Kali carries with her everywhere. Four inches of Damascus honed to an edge she's seen bloodied one too many times. She can feel her pulse against it, a touch too fast for all the wrong reasons.

"And I thought you knew me better than that," Nancy snaps. Her palms are sweating. She hasn't felt this unsure about her grip in years, but she pushes the doubts aside and presses the muzzle of her revolver more firmly against Kali's side.

"Well enough not to fear you'll pull the trigger."

Nancy jolts. Her face flushes hot, and she's suddenly grateful for the darkness.

"I know you only want answers, Nancy, not more bloodshed."

Oh. Yeah, that. That reason.

The both stiffen as heavy booted footsteps thunder past, echoing in the tiled hallway. Unintelligible voices shout over each other. Nancy holds her breath and prays not to hear the door creak.

She's distinctly aware of Kali's bare fingertips branding the side of her neck, loosely holding her in place. How easy it would be for those fingers to slide up into her hair, or cup her cheek, tug her closer and...

Her hand shifts, thumb brushing the tense line of Nancy's jaw, and Nancy's heart stops. The knife still at her throat slips, catching the collar of her shirt.

The ruckus outside has quieted, moved further into the building, away from their cramped little supply cupboard, but neither of them relax.

"I want—" Nancy's voice catches in her dry throat. Their proximity is making her lightheaded. Her hands smell like lavender and her hair like smoke, her coat is old and unwashed, sweat and musk and years of dirt ground into the seams. There's something sharp and earthy about the combination, something she wants to chase with her tongue and wants to fall asleep wrapped up in. "To help," she finishes lamely.

"Is that all?" There's a teasing lilt there that's both annoying and endearing.

"No." It falls from her lips too easily, too matter-of-factly.

"Oh." After all Kali's confidence, her self-assuredness, the last response Nancy expected was a tiny, surprised sound. The noise burrows itself somewhere soft in Nancy's ribcage.

Her free hand moves of its own volition, reaching blindly until she finds Kali's cheek just as flushed as hers.

💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #kali prasad #kalancy #kali x nancy #a raven's writing desk #idk i really like the idea of nancy going off on her own trying to bring the people from hawkins lab to justice #and she ends up crossing paths with kali a lot #because they're after the same people but going about it differently #and they end up vigilante gfs #i also very much HC nancy as aro so thats why the feelings confession is so vague #she's not sure exactly what she wants she just finds kali very interesting 👀

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i got two other awesome prompts from ppl and spent all day actually writing!!!!!!! i wasnt sure if i should just drop 3 ficlets all at once lmao, but they are complete! they're in my queue, so they'll get posted in a lil bit

#im so proud of me #and also very appreciative of the people who sent me the things #💕💕💕💕

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hello dishy! 🥰 excellent selection, i hope ur good with me making it mungrove and also i know the prompt list was for blurbs? but this is definitely just a short ficlet snippet thing lmfao enjoy

🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort + 🧸 exes with feelings

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Eddie needs help. He needs answers. He'd like to wake up safe in his bed and find out everything that's happened in the past twelve hours has been a fucked up dream about a girl he hasn't talked to since middle school, but he can still smell sweet, floral perfume and feel cotton sweater-wrapped shoulders against his clammy palms, and it's all too much, too detailed. He hasn't stopped hearing bones snap, crack, echoing in his ears, over and over. He's not sure it'll ever stop.

He wants to find out that none of it was real, but barring that, the only other thing he wants right now is...

Billy peers out at him from the doorway of his dimly lit trailer. "Eddie?" he says, rough with sleep, gentle, unguarded. Eddie's heart squeezes painfully. He sounds like early mornings and the sun streaming through dirty blinds, the sigh he'd muffle into a borrowed pillow before the inevitable I gotta go.

This was a bad idea.

Billy rubs his face, turning to half-hide in the shadow of his front door. "What are you doing here?" he mumbles.

"I—" Eddie's voice stumbles and breaks, falling to pieces before he can even start.

Blue eyes catch his, holding, focused. The wall Billy puts between himself and the world slips back into place before concern can bleed into his expression. "What happened?" He's sharper now, almost defensive, and that's familiar too. Everything that came out of Billy's mouth after the mall fire was some version of this, fearful and too stubborn to show it, too locked down to let Eddie in on what was tearing him up inside beyond the physical damage.

This was a terrible idea.

Eddie is trembling. He hasn't stopped yet. He spent the whole drive out to the lake shaking like a leaf and terrified, so preoccupied that he didn't stop to think about how dumb it was to come to Billy seeking shelter. He doesn't get to do this anymore, he doesn't have the right.

And yet he can't stop himself from asking.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on, something—something happened, and—" Eddie scrubs a hand over his face and isn't surprised to find his fingertips come away wet. "Can I come in, please, I need your help."

Billy's gaze drops, sweeping down and back up, his brow furrowed the whole time. He's silent, gripping the door with one white-knuckled hand. And finally he looks Eddie in the eye again, expression giving away nothing. "Yeah, okay."

All the air rushes from Eddie's lungs, and his vision blurs. Relief turns his knees to jelly, and all he can do is hold himself back from collapsing against Billy's chest.

It's a shock to his system when Billy reaches out and takes his hand. His look is decidedly grim, and his shoulders are tense, but his touch is warm and sweet and soothing. "C'mon," he says quietly, and guides Eddie inside.

💕 tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove 💕

#thank you!! #mungrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #eddie munson #a raven's writing desk

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as an SA victim i could really give less of a fuck about what people's kinks are. someone likes cnc? none of your business. they're into ddlg? so what? no one is being hurt. they ship something taboo? as long as they don't try to justify that in real life idc. please for the love of god focus on real predators out there and advocate for actual SA prevention instead of focusing on random people's kinks.

#so much kinkshaming seems to come down to ''i find this gross and so i'm going to object to its existence'' #which is just. incredibly childish tbh? #accept that things you don't like have the right to exist. make space in your life for your own disgust. #if something makes you uncomfortable you don't need to moralize some grand crusade in order to eradicate all trace of it #when you could just grow the fuck up and manage your own emotions instead of insisting the rest of the world cater to your preferences

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[Source for this wonderful picture of our favorite fisherman here.]

Calling in two experts for this one: @thefandomeffect-noah and whoever is behind @ask-uncle-fang

And also me, I'll share my expert Fang opinion in the tags as well.

#everyone #all of them #he deserves the world