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brbuttons · 1 year

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CatCFember - Day 10 - Veruca Salt

We only found out about CatCFember three days ago, so we're a little late to the challenge.

'05 Veruca & Post-Factory Veruca, by Dolly.

#🌻dolly #[[ I'm one of the better examples of style differences in DID systems so it'll be different depending on who's about ]]#charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #catcf 2005 #catcfember #ww: factory rejects #veruca salt #art #sketch #fr! veruca

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titillateddolly · 2 years

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Oh 2 have his gun pressed against my forehead 🥰

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elfven-blog · 10 months

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Not Leon be calling us brats and yet he's throwing a tantrum naaah

(Love u muaks)

Exactly!! I call him pretty too but nooo just because I say someone else is pretty too.

He out here acting like he doesnt have an entire princess at home too smh.

(Love you more, muah)

#honeetalks #dolly👑#notleonleon🌻

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loveshotzz · 3 months

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A sneak peek 🌻

[This snippet takes place after your first night back in Hawkins, the morning after a party that Steve had to take a very drunk you and Robin home from. The morning after some things were said that you don’t remember 😌]

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Birds chirp loudly, mocking the headache that's turned into something more annoying than painful after a handful of ibuprofen. The sticky air is still suffocating even in a pair of black biker shorts and an oversized loose fitting tee, while the sun shines golden against the cerulean sky without a cloud insight to hide you from its light.

The heat warming off its rays makes beads of sweat start to collect at the crown of your head and the nape of your neck, while the incline Eddie’s spinning auto body sign sits on top of threatens to take your breath away. Unwanted thoughts of Steve Harrington keep your pace quick, stewing over the last twenty four hours and everything it’s unraveled.

The small parking lot is empty, the toe of your sneaker kicking small rocks as you cross it. The double garage doors are open, Metallica’s Seek and Destroy echoing loudly, tugging up the corners of your lips. Your Chevrolet Caprice is the only car semi lifted in the air with a pair navy coverall clad legs underneath it.

Opening your mouth, Eddie’s name dies on your tongue before you have a chance to shout it, clocking him and his wild curls sitting in the glass office inside. Those big brown eyes meet yours from across the way, and a dimple filled grin cracks wide across his face as he stands up.

“Glad to see you’re alive princess.” He teases, stepping out of his glass case with coveralls that are clean today, not the stained mess they were last night.

“Honestly, it’s a miracle, but there’s no saying no to Robin, you know that.” You laugh, confused eyes darting to the large boots under your car that don’t seem to react to the sound of your voice.

“Trust me, I heard all about your first night back home. In fact my shop opened thirty minutes late because of it,” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the open metal frame where the door should be. Faded bats that you remember when they were fresh dance across his arm with his movements.

“Wait, what?” You ask, confusion pinching your brows together right as the mysterious pair of legs start pushing out whoever’s under your car.

“I didn’t get back to my place till almost four in the morning after getting you two home and in bed,” Steve Harrington emerges flashing you his million dollar smile as he sits up on the dolly, the sleeves of his own coveralls tied tight around his waist and hair wild like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“I slept through my alarm.”

The immediate glare that hardens your face when you see him has Eddie's eyes light up with obvious amusement.

“What are you doing here? And why are you touching my car?” You snap, trying to push the worries about what you look like deep under the irritation and the distraction that begs to steal your anger with his arms on full display like this. Or how the patch of chest hair that peeks out the top of his tank top shines with sweat.

“I work here,” Steve snorts like it’s the most obvious conclusion, because, well, it is, “and I volunteered to look at it, Eddie’s got his hands full.”

That was a lie, he begged him.

“Since when do you know anything about cars?” You snort, making him roll his eyes, pushing himself off the ground.

It’s a struggle to hold his gaze when he stands at full height, biceps flexing with his movements practically daring you to look. He pulls out a faded maroon rag from his pocket and starts wiping off the fresh black from his hands that’s already stained under his nail beds. The hard bottoms of his work boots making their way across the cement floors of the garage.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me anymore, that’s what happens when someone leaves for five years.” Steve antagonizes, stopping just close enough for you to smell how the cedar of his cologne mixes with the sweet bitterness of the oil that seems to find a way to leave its mark on every surface in here. Including him.

“I’m going to finish balancing the books, why don’t you tell her the good news first and then the bad news,” Eddie pours ice over the tension that threatens to boil over before it can turn hostile, catching the way your nostrils flare and shoulders square up.

“Wait, there’s good news and bad news?” Your focus on Steve shifts as Eddie’s words sink in.

“Like I said, I’m going to finish balancing the books.” The metal head reminds you, giving a half salute with two fingers while simultaneously shooting a stern look to Steve who’s mouthing something behind you. “Your mechanic’s going to go over everything with you, we can talk about pricing when it’s all said and done.”

“Seriously?” You bluster as Eddie shrugs with the kind of nonchalance that sends you reeling before sitting back down, tuning the dial up on the speaker in his office.

End of discussion.

“Look -“

“How do I even know that you know what you’re talking about?” You interrupt, making his full lips set into a straight line.

“Are you going to be like this the whole time?” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before crossing his arms, the tops of his shoulders moving with them. You can see the green that hides in his eyes, only shimmering if you look close enough in the sunlight.

A pleading expression softens his features instead of the hard combative one you were anticipating, and it has your blood pressure returning to normal. The realization hitting you that maybe skipping breakfast with a hangover probably wasn’t your smartest idea.

“N-no, sorry, I just feel like -“

“Shit? Yeah I bet.” He chuckles, and your jaw clicks. Maybe if you count to three…

“Just tell me what’s wrong with my car, Steve.” It comes out clipped, but it's an improvement from your fingers twitching to rip that handsome head right off those shoulders that won’t stop trying to distract you.

“How about you tell me the last time you had your oil changed?” He counters, taking a few steps back to sit on the hood of the rusted baby blue Buick behind him.

“Uhh, I- I think,” All the blood rushes to your cheeks, warming your skin as you try to wrack your brain and not focus on the way his legs spread wide to keep his balance. “Maybe like, six months ago.”

“Six months?!” The number must be worse than whatever Steve was preparing for when a dirty hand runs through his hair, “and then you drove it three states to get here?”

“Yeah, I - I mean, hearing you say it out loud,” you grimace thinking of all the weeks you ignored that flashing orange light on your dashboard.

“So then you shouldn’t be surprised when I tell you that your engine locked up.” He sighs with a disappointed expression.

“Is this the bad news?”

“Kind of,”

“What do you mean kind of?”

“Look, the good news is that I can fix it, the bad news is that I have to order a few parts that could take up to three weeks to get here, then the job itself is going to take me probably another week.” He sighs standing up, starting back towards your car with you quick on his heels.

“That’s the whole summer!” You argue like it could possibly make a difference, frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes watching him pop open the hood.

“More like half of it, but hey, you’re lucky I can even get it running again without having to replace the whole thing.” He meets your gaze from under his lashes leaning over the engine, long nimble fingers unscrewing the cap where your oil should go.

“So what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to get around?” You know that part isn’t his problem, this entire mess is your own doing but it doesn’t stop it coming out in a whine. You blame your hangover.

“You’re gonna be just fine city girl,” Steve grins up at you before reaching even further under the hood, muscles flexing with him, “besides we both know I can’t say no to Robin.”

He pulls at a small tube that’s purpose is unknown to you but you keep eyes trained on his movements like you have an idea, anything to keep the focus off the gold chain that dangles from his neck.

“Or you.” The last part comes out so quiet, a focused look pinching his brows together as he continues his investigation.

“Me?”

He doesn’t look at you when he shrugs, pulling at something with a little more force that makes you both flinch.

“How much is this going to cost me, Steve?” Your defeat shows in your tone, as the question slips quietly from between your lips that you wish you’d have put gloss on now.

He grunts at the same time something pops against metal under his hands, muttering a string of curse words under his breath before standing back up wiping his palms on the white cotton of his tank top. Charcoal stains fill the small grooves in the fabric with each swipe of his hands, pulling the collar further down every time. It’s a losing battle not to look at his chest when every motion reveals more of the thick curls underneath.

Steve clears his throat, letting you know that you’ve been caught and it’s at this moment you wish you could walk in front of the moving truck that drives loudly past the shop, only exaggerating the silence that follows.

“Don’t stress about that today,” he smiles, letting you off the hook for now, something mischievous dancing in his eyes for another time. “Like Eddie said, we’ll figure it out.”

“Don’t stress about it?! Have you met me?” You huff, the money you’ve saved up for the summer starting to dwindle right before your eyes.

“I have actually,” Steve chuckles, stepping close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch his boots. He feels bold when you don’t make any attempt to move away like at the party or retreat when he closes the gap this time. A thumb and forefinger find their way to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “and you’re going to be fine, I promise.”

Your lips part on their own, the full force of his face from this close stealing the breath from your lungs. You can smell the coffee he had this morning and the mint from his tooth paste still lingering on his breath. The stubble that lines his sharp jaw is even more noticeable today, tapering off at the top of his neck making the cluster of moles that live there stand out even more. A pink tongue runs over his full bottom lip and it has your lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks.

“Now go get some food, grumpy,” his voice comes out low, a teasing edge to it that reminds you of what it’s like to have Steve Harrington flirt with you. “I’ll call when I get the parts okay?”

It’s like detention junior year all over again, turning into putty in his hand. Still too attractive for his own good, all you can do is nod while all the fight you had left inside you disappears as the pad of his thumb swipes soft against your heated skin just under your pouted lip before letting you go. He turns on his heel after that, walking back to the box of tools he has spread out over his work bench before adding,

“Do me a favor though and tell Robin she owes me a new pair of sneakers.”

#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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whatthefurb · 15 days

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Meet Dolly Jolene Parton, she visited the botanical gardens today!!

She loves swinging on sausages like a wrecking ball

she loves feeling the sun on her fur

she loves big leaves

she loves big rocks

she loves silly plants

she loves pretty colors

she loves lil flowers

she loves lil trees

she loves spikey leaves

she loves coral desert flowers

she loves nature

🌱🌻🌵🪻🪴

#Jolene could never #furby #furblr #furby community #furby fandom #all furby #safe furby #furby 1998 #vintage #furby love #Dolly #Dolly Parton #botanical garden #plants #furby buddy #Dalmatian Furby #love

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arrthurpendragon · 7 months

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Updated Custom Tags a-g (Oct. 22, 2023)

12thnight☃️: @the12thnightproject

acey♠️: @aceyanaheim

alexandra🐨: @dancingsunflowers-ocs

alvita🍂: @oneirataxia-girl

ally👓: @morgan-stardusts-god

anna🦦: @carmens-garden

annie🧺: @anniesocsandgeneralstore

ari🌻: @getawaycardotmp3

aria🧜🏽‍♀️: @oceangirl24

barbie🌈: @bossyladies

batty🦇: @fattybattysblog

berry🍒: @dolce-elegy

bluebell💐: @bluebell-winter

bunnie🐰: @deathbecomesnerds

cece🌙: @cecexwrites

cj🌌: @darth-caillic

cory🌻: @misshiraethsworld

danie📚: @andromedalestrange / @stylesclashed

darsy💚: @darsynia

day🏹: @darknightfrombeyond

dolly🧚🏻‍♂️: @faerieroyal / @daughter-of-melpomene

eddy🐈‍⬛: @eddysocs

effie🐈‍⬛: @wordspin-shares

emily🐰: @emilykaldwen

fullbuster💗: @mrsfullbuster500

grace🌊: @luucypevensie

greta🔮: @ginevrastilinski / @ginevrastilinski-ocs

. . . names can be repeated, just choose a different emoji :)

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jeeyuns · 8 months

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tumblr username as songs playlist and another draw-me

tagged by @alyxmastershipper and @wikiangela last week for this and only just got around to it. i also threw in another picrew type draw me hehe 💜

j - Jolene by Dolly Parton e - Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead e - Evergreen (You Didn't Deserve Me at All) by Omar Apollo y - Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer u - Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers n - Nocturne No. 1 in B-flat Minor, Op. 9 No. 1 by Frédéric Chopin s - Sunlight by Hozier

this draw me has the most accurate clothing i would wear. just imagine only half my hair being purple 🌻

tagging as many people as there are letters in my username, mwah! @shitouttabuck, @diazblunt, @forthewolves, @pirrusstuff, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @eddiediaztho, @disasterbuckdiaz

#face tag #close enough!#music #about me #tagged things

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kenziemeadowscottage · 3 months

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Happy Lughnasadh!

February 1st - March 20th

Today is the second day of Lughnasadh for us in the Southern Hemisphere! ✨

🦋 Origin 🦋

Lughnasadh (Loo-Nas-Ah) is the celebration of the First Harvest. It is celebrated in the middle of summer to late summer, between Midsummer and Mabon. 🍁 It is a celebration of seeing what you’ve grown and cultivating it for the winter season. This tradition came from Irish Celts and named from the Celtic Sun God, Lugh.

Lughnasadh comes from two origins of Lugh’s mythology. One is that Lugh wanted to a festival to honour his foster mother, Tailtiu (Tal-Chi-Uh). She had died clearing the Irish plains to prepare them for agriculture.

The other origin is that it was to celebrate Lugh’s marriage. It’s also a time where couples would make a “temporary marriage” which would be only for a year, until the end of the next years festival.

It is also known as Lammas in the Anglo Saxon tradition. Early Christians would take a loaf of bread to a priest to be blessed on August 1st. This loaf of bread was called loaf mass, which the where Lammas came from.

🍇 Celebration 🍇

Every source says that it was either a celebration of funerals or of marriage, but it’s always a festival of Lugh.

Ways that you can celebrate are:

Baking or buying a loaf of bread to celebrate the grain harvest. 🍞

Eating seasonal fruits / veggies. 🍒🍇

Putting colours of yellow, green, orange into your life or onto your altar. 🌻

Using crystals of red, yellow and orange. Carnelian, amber, citrine, and clear quartz for example. 🍓

Using symbolism of scythes, sunflowers, grain (which could be bread!) on your altar. 🌾

Gathering with friends for a potluck! Celebrate summers abundance and take this moment for rest! 🌼 Lughnasadh themed items include: bread, grains (like quinoa), berries, fruit, wine and beer.

Making corn dollies to hang around the home as an offering for a good first harvest, and asking deity (such as Lugh) for blessings. 🌽

References:

Mabon House. (14th July 2021). The History of Lughnasadh & Lammas.

https://www.mabonhouse.co/new-blog/the-history-of-lughnasadh-amp-lammas#:~:text=As%20part%20of%20the%20Wheel,yellow%2C%20bright%20greens%20and%20orange.

Vercida. (n.d.). Celebrating Lughnasadh (The First Harvest).

https://www.vercida.com/uk/articles/celebrating-lughnasadh#:~:text=Lughnasadh%20was%20also%20a%20popular,could%20be%20dissolved%20if%20wished.

Kajora Lovely. (2nd August 2019). Lughnasadh : History & Traditions of the First Harvest Festival.

https://www.kajoralovely.com/lovely-blog/2019/7/28/lughnasadh?format=amp

#cottage witch #witch community #witchblr #my post #kitchen witch #lughnasadh #witches wheel #sabbats

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brbuttons · 1 year

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