#Ozzy the service dog

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a TikTok but before he can say anything, you hear Steve in the background like, “Are you really going to let a dog dictate how you live your life?”

Eddie just stops, whatever his original reason for posting is immediately forgotten when he says, “uh, yeah. If that dog went to college and lives his entire life with the sole purpose of making sure you don’t crack open your skull.”

Eddie flips his camera around to Steve, who looks terrible and exhausted but is also glaring at him. Eddie says, “Look at this big fucking baby, right now. This guy has had two seizures already today and the worse case of vertigo I’ve ever seen. I literally had to help him to the bathroom to piss earlier and he’s mad at me because I won’t let him go to work.”

Steve, flipping him off : Fuck you, my students need me

Eddie: Yeah, need ya to rest so Oz doesn’t come back in here and give me that disappointed look

Steve: Dogs can’t look disappointed

Eddie: Yeah, they- Oh my god, did you wait until he took a potty break to try to con me into driving you to work? You think I’m easier to trick than a dog!

“That’s not what I think,” Steve says, doing exactly what he was told not to do and getting up. He stumbles over to Eddie’s side of the couch and though he looks a little dizzy doing so, he leans in and whispers something to Eddie that makes him perk up and even blush a little. Steve looks amused when he leans back, “That’s what i think.”

“That sounds-“ Eddie says but then the camera pans over sharply to Ozzy in the doorway. He huffs at them and Eddie laments, “He’s disappointed!”

#Eddie: were you planning to seduce me so I’d drive you to work? #Steve: Yes #Steve’s like yes I feel like shit and can barely stand up but my students need me. they have a test #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #ozzy the service dog

[vxntagedior]

kicked puppy

summary | basically eddie being a whiny baby because he doesn’t get a kiss

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader

warning | gf who doesn’t like pda, reader is stand-off ish but loves eddie, angst, fluff

word count | 696

Public displays of affection were never your thing. Since you were a baby, you’d just gag at couples out in town. Your parents thought it was just a little kid thing but even as you got older and started dating, they noticed how you barely interacted with Eddie whilst in public.

Walking down the street or in the hallways, your hands would always be holding something and everytime Eddie tried to hold your waist or wrap his arm around your shoulder. You’d just shrug him off.

The boys in Hellfire joked about it occasionally, watching Eddie try to kiss you before lunch ended, only for him to end up kissing your cheek instead of your lips.

Over time you’ve learned that your love language was physical touch, more acts of service.

But while the two of you were alone together in your room or at his trailer, you didn’t mind the affection he gave you. 

You enjoyed the endless amount of kisses he gave you, all over your face, your cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, any place he could reach.

Eddie swore he couldn’t sleep without you next to him, making the excuse for you to stay over his place or sneaking into yours (which really wasn’t sneaking, because your parents always knew when he was over).

You liked being lovey dovey in private, you didn’t need onlookers creeping their eyes into your relationship, it was yours not theirs. You were a private person and you’d like for your relationship to be the same.

Going to school with him in the mornings was always the same, he’d either pick you up or just drive straight to Hawkins High if you spent the night. Eddie always parked in the same spot in the back of the lot, begging for just one more kiss before you went into class.

“Not now Eds, I need to leave.” You were adamant about it because you knew one kiss just wasn’t one kiss because it would always add up to more.

He pouted watching you walk into the building, following you shortly. Neither of you saw each other until passing periods before 3rd, you’re being right outside his next class. 

“Baby.” He whined. “I wanna kiss.”

“Eddie, you know how I feel about that.” You ignored the puppy dog eyes he gave you, just wanting to feel your lips on his before class.

“I got that Ozzy record you’ve been looking for.” It seemed so natural to you, and normal while Eddie was having a mini heart attack because it was something that he had been dreaming about, something he said as an off comment to you once not thinking you were listening.

“You remembered.” He said in awe, it took so much out of him to not hug you because of it, but his heart was beaming. He seemed to forget all about the early morning, staring at you in awe. “H-how’d you get it, it’s sold out and the guy at the desk said there wasn’t any coming in soon.”

“I had to drive over two towns to get it. Called every record shop within 100 miles and they had it. I went during your campaign last week. I was gonna give it to you during your birthday but now it seemed better to tell you.”

Eddie’s smile never faltered, his arms wrapping around your wrap, pulling you close to your chest. You felt limp in his arms feeling slightly uncomfortable but not enough to push away because you knew he was happy. 

“Thank you.” He said sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you.”

You didn’t try to protest, seeing the people around you staring, just letting out a small sigh, before returning the gesture towards him.

The kiss was small, just a peck on his lips but it was enough for him to short circuit. 

“You kissed me.” 

“You act like it was the first time.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your books and shutting your locker. “I have to go to class, see ya.”

Going back to your persona, Eddie still couldn’t get over the fact that he got a kiss from you.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x girlfriend!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson blurb #joseph quinn #strangers things

[zerokrox-blog]

Its an innocent enough letter in the mail. A sprawling 'Merry Christmas!' in flowing cursive. Gloria Harrington opened the off-white envelope and pulled out a neat stack of family photos and a bright Christmas card with a group of kids and older teenagers in a dog pile atop her son, Steve who was mid-laugh, they were in front of a brightly lit christmas tree. In the right corner she could see a service dog (a small chocolate lab-husky mix with a service vest on) standing in front of a group of laughing adults. All of them were in matching ugly Christmas sweaters and jeans. Gloria opened the letter with a shaking hand and read,

Merry Christmas from the Hopper-Byers, Sinclair's, Munson-Henderson, Hargrove, Wheeler's, Cunningham-Buckley-Harrington families!

Please welcome to the family Ozzy Harrington he is the puppy in the corner for our son/brother Steve.

This year was one of many ups and downs but thankfully all is well. Our family is whole.

We had to much fun taking photos for the Christmas card so we included all of them.

Gloria shut the card and took the stack into her hand and began looking through them. The first one was the older kids in matching red-and-white striped pajamas sitting in a neat line leaning against each other, faces dead serious. In the middle was Steve, on his right side was a short-blonde haired girl with bangs, leaning against her was the Wheeler girl, and the older Byers boy. On his left side was another girl, leaning against her was the Munson boy and a different boy with short blonde hair that she didn't know (she assumed he was the Hargrove mentioned above.) Once she flipped it over she saw that someone had neatly labeled everyone in the photo from right to left (Jonathon, Nancy, Chrissy, Steve, Robin, Eddie & Billy).

The next photo was Steve and his dog Ozzy. Gloria finally took her son's face and felt her heart shatter, he had a thick red-corded scar across his face from right above his left eyebrow down to the middle of his right cheek just shy of his eyes, he wore thick glasses and snaking down his left shoulder to his hand (which was openly displayed against his dog's head) was a sharp spider-web lightening scar. Her son's face was full of joy. The next picture was one with all the kids, pillows flying. The next one was Steve, Robin, Chrissy and Eddie tackling Jonathon to the floor while Nancy, in the background, laughed hysterically. The next one was the adults Jim, Joyce, Claudia, Wayne, Sue and Charles sitting on chairs with Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Billy, Chrissy, Nancy and Robin behind them while the younger kids made dramatic faces on the floor in the front. The next one was family shots. The Sinclair's were first, Sue and Charles standing proudly in their ugly Christmas sweaters, while in front of them were their kids Lucas and Erica, both of whom had clearly tugged a confused Steve with them. Sue and Charles had a hand on each of his shoulders while Erica and Lucas were tucked into his sides. The family photos consisted of each family but Steve was pulled into them all. The last few were of each of the kids with Steve. And the last one was a photo of Steve, Eddie and Billy standing together, Billy and Eddie kissing one of Steve's cheeks while he looked surprised.

Gloria felt ill. What had she missed in the past few years of her son's life? What other moments of joy or pain had she and her husband missed out on?

When she showed them to Richard later that day she could see the same confusion and hurt on his face as she had felt. She decided to look into it to see what had happened. So she pulled out her cell phone and typed into the google search bar 'Hawkins Indiana', and found something about a serial killer? She was confused.

Richard however typed into his search bar 'Hawkins Indiana' and 'Steve Harrington' and his face went white at the first article. He called out to his wife and showed her. Watching the horror cross her face at the title of the article:

'Serial killer found, after victim Steve Harrington helped two people escape his cluthes'

What the hell had they missed?

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #billy hargrove #Billy/Eddie/Steve #my stuff #this will be a part of a story I have planned #modern day au #i have no self control #eddie my beloved #zerowrites #they're too cute #steve harrington and his parents #steve's parents are neglectful and negligent #its a part of a fanfic I desperatly want to write

[heckinconfusedparade]

Tails Goes To Sonic X

When Tails was going over the possible outcomes of upgrading his portal gun, travelling to a whole other universe was NOT amongst those possibilities. But of course, fate had different plans for this little fox.

Tails now finds himself in the middle of a busy intersection of a city, cars honking at him from every angle. He hears anger, and he swears he hears his name being called. He flies up to the top of a building to get a better look at his surroundings, checking his M.E. to figure out where he has ended up.

“Well.. that’s not good.” The coordinates he’s picking up are not of the world he’s from. As if things couldn’t get worse, his gun has a fried piece.

Tails was so focused on trying to figure out his location that he didn’t notice someone behind him.

“Tails is that you? Weren’t you just at Chris’ house?” Tails turns around and finds Sonic. He breathes a sigh of relief and is about to run to his brother when he realizes that something isn’t right. His Sonic has blue arms. This one doesn’t. “..you’re not Sonic.” The faker looks confused “Tails, buddy, are you feeling ok? Let’s go back to the house.” Sonic approaches Tails who backs up. That’s not his brother.

Tails pulls his ray gun out of his backpack and zaps something nearby to distract Sonic before flying away.

He hides in an abandoned building. With his heart pounding he digs out the phone he made from out of his backpack. No service.

Tails presses his back against a wall and slides down it, trying to collect his breathing. He clutches one of his tails as he tries to calm himself down.

“Sonic, are you sure about this? There can’t be another me.” “I know what I saw. I also know you can’t have traveled to the top of that building faster than I could have.” Tails peaks his head to see out the window. He spots fake Sonic and what appears to be another version of him scouting the area. Sonic suddenly looks at him, prompting him to duck back down and hope he wasn’t seen.

Hiding from someone who can easily outrun you at a steady jog who is actively trying to find you is terrifying.

When he opens his eyes, he shrieks. Sonic is standing right in front of him. Sonic jumps at the sudden shriek. Other Tails has come to find them. Sonic tries to calm the other smaller Tails “it’s ok buddy, I won’t hurt ya.. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Sonic crouches down to the curled up terrified fox. Other Tails approaches “but… you’re me? How?” “Maybe he’s like us. Chaos control brought him to a whole new world.. and it must be far if it’s an alternate version of you.”

It takes some coaxing, but the two manage to get Tails back to the Thorndyke mansion. Ella has already brought the little guy some water. Chris is very curious. He’s asking so many questions.

Cream, Cheese, and Ella return to the livingroom with a tray of cookies. “Other Mr. Tails, Ella just baked some cookies! Do you want some?” Tails sniffs the air. Oh god. Mint chocolate chip. His weakness. Immediately he and his counterpart are consuming the goods. Tails looks up at Ella with stars in his eyes “may I please have the recipe? These are delicious! I need to tell my mom!” Pause hold up.

Other Tails tilts his head. Ella clasps her hands together “of course dear, I’ll be right back!”

“You.. have a mom?” Other Tails asks, shocked to learn that other him is already so much different from him. “Mhm! I also have a dad!” Tails has diagnosed other him with a critical case of fatherless. It’s terminal. “Got anything else?” Sonic asks, now curious, “I have two big brothers! My Sonic and Knuckle are the best! We also have a dog named Ozzy-“ “hold on. Sonic being your brother I get. But Knuckles?” Amy points out, and the others agree. Tails is confused “what do you mean?” “Knuckles can be a bit of a loner. I don’t see him often.” Chris exclaims. “…uh. Where else.. would he go? I mean we have the master emerald.. all 3 of us swore to protect it with a fist bump.. and I don’t think Sonic would’ve let him go back to being alone.” Mutters of agreement are heard across the room.

- - - Meanwhile

Sonic and Knuckles have been searching for 2 hours now. How could Tails have just vanished? It’s super unlike him.

Until they finally visit his workshop. They find blueprints to a portal gun, and upon checking his computer, the most recent portal went to a world that’s undocumented.

“Well… that’s not good.. Knuckles, help me look around. There must be a prototype somewhere.” Sonic and Knuckles check everywhere until they find a gun matching the blueprint. After some fiddling, they manage to get the portal to go where they want it to.

That intersection faces its second disturbance of the day. Someone says “look it’s Sonic and Knuckles!” And just like that, people are flocking to the brothers. The two shrink back to one another. Sonic feels himself beginning to tense. Knuckles grabs him and leaps over the crowd. They run into an alleyway and hide. Sonic calms down, the blue crackles of electricity disappearing. “Sonic are you alright?” “Yea. Yea I’m fine.. let’s go find Tails.”

After some wandering, Knuckles picks something up. He senses a chaos emerald nearby. As they’re heading in that direction, they’re stopped by.. another Knuckles. Who sensed a new chaos.

Stand-off.

Other knuckles gets in fighting position, “Eggmans really desperate now, isn’t he?” The other two look at each other confused. “SAY SOMETHING. You two. Eggman made you.” Now they’re even more confused.

“You’ve got it all wrong! We weren’t created by that creep! Look, we’re just trying to find our Tails. I don’t want to fight you.” Sonic backs up a little, speaking in a calm voice, careful not to set off Knuckles any more. Smaller Knuckles starts “I sensed a chaos emerald nearby. My theory is that he went there.”

Other Knuckles growls “give me one reason to believe you!” Sonic shoes the little portal gun. The little screen says they’re in an undocumented area, and the size and style of the thing was clearly made made by Tails. Knuckles settles “I’ll choose to believe you.. for now.” Sonic sighs in relief.

Knuckle leads the two littles to the mansion so they can speak to his Tails and possibly get a birds eye view on the city.

Mr. Tanaka answers the door “oh! Mr. Knuckles, we weren’t expecting you! Come in.. I assume these other two are related to our visitor.” “He’s here??” “Yes, Sonic and Tails brought him here. I’ll bring you to them.”

Tanaka leads the 3 to Chucks lab where he, Tails, and other Tails are investigating his gun. “Amazing! Truly amazing technology, young man!” Chuck beams. Tails blushes “awe.. thanks!”

“Tails!” Both Tails look in the direction of the voice. Sonic and Knuckles look extremely relieved to see their little brother safe. Tails rushes into their arms for a group hug.

“Tails, you are safe! We are thankful.” Knuckles ruffles the little foxes fur. “I missed you guys!” Tails releases his brothers to look at them. Sonic crosses his arms “we missed you two.” then he crouches to Tails’ height and places his hands on his shoulder “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING????!! YOU RAN OFF WITHOUT A WORD AND IT SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA US. WHAT IF YOU GOT LOST?? WHAT IF YOU DIED?? YOU HAD US WORRIED SICK, LITTLE MAN! You’re so, SOOOOO lucky that it was us who knew you were missing. If mom and dad found out, we’d all be dead! I’m glad you’re ok, but for the love of god, please think a little harder next time.” Sonics sudden outburst shocks everyone. Him lashing out is incredibly rare, and unheard of in this universe. Even other Sonic is shook.

Tails whimpers and looks down. He starts to cry a little bit. Sonic hugs him tightly and lifts him into his arms “no.. don’t cry.. Im sorry I yelled..” “I-I’m sorry for running off..” “hey, hey it’s ok. We aren’t mad. We were just very worried.” Knuckles pats the little kits head, trying to help calm him. He’s never been good at comfort.

Soon, all is calm, and the room is once again filled with conversation. Chuck and the two Tails’ finish the repairs.

Everyone says goodbye and everyone heads home, the end.

Mom and Dad did find out.

If you guys want specific prompts, please let me know. This was getting too long and I’m terrible at writing stories.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2 #sonic the hedghog movie #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #sonic x #amy the hedgehog #amy rose #cream the bunny #chris thorndyke

[endlich-allein]

5. Rammstein – Zeit (Universal)

We waited 10 years for Rammstein’s seventh album, Untitled. Three years later, a global pandemic forced the Berlin stadium-shaggers to act like a normal band and release the follow-up.

Slower and more rooted in the romance between Flake’s keys and Till Lindemann’s weathered, oaky timbre, a clutch of Zeit’s tracks suggested Rammstein were growing old gracefully.

But right beside the band’s humbling, mournful ruminations on ageing and death were lewd litanies affirming the benefits of big tits, raw-dogging and plastic surgery. Normal service was resumed, then. Autotuned vocals and punk chords wrangled with those unmistakable Rammstein riffs; Lügen was genuinely experimental, whereas Angst was heavier than a caravan full of regret. Zeit rubber-stamped itself (kinky) as the sextet’s most consistent record since career-highlight Mutter. Groß.

#i love this album #so much you can't imagine #zeit album #rammstein #rammstein 2022 #till is love 🖤 #till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #richard kruspe

[poisonouswritings]

OZZY HELLO I HAVE GOTTEN MY FRIEND INTO FICTIF AND HER MONSTERFUCKER TENDENCIES HAVE LED HER TO CASIMIR

MAY I HAVE SOME CASIMIR HEADCANONS AND STUFF FOR FRIEND PLEASE THANK YOU VERY MUCH I PROVIDE DOG PHOTOS FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE FICTIF FANS

Dog tax dog tax dog tax! Yay!!

While I do constantly mourn Last Legacy I wanna take a second to be super sad about Monster Manor. While I'm not much of a fan of the 'shove all the LIs into one route' type of story that all the stories did towards the end, I still really liked it.

Anyways here's some Casimir hcs!!

I mentioned here that Casimir is afraid of heights. I don't remember it being said in the story at all (but it's also been a little while since I've read it) but I Do Not Care!!

He's definitely a morning person. Because of his rocky relationship with The House, it doesn't always provide him with a ton of windows and natural light, so he tries to get in as much as he can. Once you start smoothing things out between them, House does provide more giant windows for Casimir to get light and air through.

Cas,, sleeping,,, in sun beam?? Both in monster form and human form. He also has a pillow or blanket or something to lay down, though.

He'll teach you and Rainer French! Bonus points if you actually already know French, and you can tell him how much the language has evolved. It's pretty melancholic for him.

Rainer (inadvertently) lightens the mood by asking Cas to make toast so they can have French Toast.

That being said, Cas cooks for you all the time even before you start dating!! He's been alone for so long (Mimi nonwithstanding) that he's nearly forgotten how much fun it can be to cook for someone else.

He also tries to learn what dragons eat to make special stuff for Rainer, with mixed results.

After you start dating then he's constantly also baking you desserts and stuff. Loves making things heart-shaped. Always suave about it but when you earnestly thank him he gets a little flustered.

Listen... Listen... Cas has been alone for so long that sometimes he forgets there are other people in the house now... He'll be doing something in the kitchen and you'll come in and ask him something and he jumps a foot in the air. Happens less frequently as time goes on but still.

See,, he's,,, he's still got a 16th century (or whenever he's from) tolerance meter for PDA so like you hold his hand or kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair or something and he fucking dies. Face turns as red as a tomato. He tries to get used to it - especially when you explain how standards have changed and this sort of thing is completely normal - but it's a slow process.

His hair isn't long enough to braid but you can put it in a little bun/ponytail.

His monster fur is long enough to braid though!! You can totally do that. He likes it.

In his monster form, he rubs up against you a lot to get his scent on you. Be prepared for shedding. He always gets you a lint roller once he's human again. Will accept your teasing but might pout a little.

He actually can flirt but if Rainer walks into the room, Cas just completely goes silent and buries his face in the nearest soft surface because Rainer is very innocently and loudly asking 'WhAt'S a MiGnOnNe/MiGnOn??' (feminine/masculine word for 'cute' in French, according to Google)

doescashaveaheat???yeahhefuckingdoesbutthatsawholeotherpostforawholeothertime

#monster manor #fictif #casimir gévaudan #monster manor casimir #fictif casimir #fren asks #monster manor casimir x reader

[tomboyjessie13]

Part 3 here:​​​​​​​ "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Medea's Little Secret - Part 3 (tumblr.com)

Medea's Little Secret - Part 4

Study room, DIO's Mansion 2 days later

After spending the night and the day after recovering, Medea has once again looked through files of the Agents to see which one would be the proper owner for Cyndi the kitten while her Stand is on lookout duty, most of them she'd cross out due to either poor behavior towards most walks of life or the living situation not being suitable, meanwhile, Oingo and Boingo are visiting the mansion to give them their paycheck.

Boingo: *Playing with Cyndi with a pipe cleaner*

Cyndi: *Playing* Mew~ mew~

Medea: *Looking at list of users, crossing out Rubber Soul* Killed someone's pet. *Crosses out Captain Dragon* Prefers Sea life. *Crosses out Arabia Fats* Causes heat stroke. *Crosses out Eris Raitt's name* Has a pet snake. *Crosses out Gray Fly* Serial killer.

Oingo: Wow, and people called me and Boingo crooks?

Medea: You still are, just more petty than dangerous.

Oingo: Heeeeey! >:-(

Medea: Don't get mad at me, it's true.

Oingo: Eh whatever, *points at list* hey what about that guy Hol Horse? I heard he likes animals.

Medea: True, but he prefers horses overs cats, *crosses his name out, as well as J. Geil's name* not only that but he's with that gobshite J. Geil so I can't trust her to be alone with him anyways, Geil would definitely mistreat her for fun while Hol Horse isn't looking.

Oingo: No kidding, that creep has a pretty bad reputation comes to animals and women, seriously what does Horse even see in that asshole?

Medea: Nothing really, he's just using him for his Stand. *Looks at list and sees Alessi on it*..............NEVER gonna happen, buddy. *Crosses out his name*

Boingo: Who?

Oingo: Alessi.

Boingo: Ew.

Medea: Hmmm.... *Crosses out T. D'Arby* Trent unfortunately lives under the same roof as DIO and would never dare disobey him on the "No Cats and Dogs" rule, that and I don't think he's much of a cat lover either.

Oingo: Agreed, that dude would rather play his video games and creepy collection than keep a cat.... Oh! But his brother can though.

Medea: Daniel? But that jerk's a cheating bastard with a gambling addiction.

Boingo: *Holding Cyndi* True, he may not be a good person, but he does take care of his own cat, so even if you don't like him, you can at least trust him to look after Cyndi.

Medea: I don't know, what about you guys? Can you take care of her?

Oingo: Sorry Meds but we can't take her in either, we can barely afford to take care of ourselves, so having her around would just be another mouth to feed.

Medea: Ahh ok, guess I'll check you two off then. *Crosses their names off* No offense.

Boingo: None taken, big sis.

Medea: Hmm, guess the only people left on the list are Daniel, Mariah, and Father Pucci.

Oingo: *Unsure* Y'know I'm not too sure about the priest, he's a pretty cool guy and all, but I heard churches usually don't allow pets except service dogs.

Medea: Crap, your right, no wonder my parents wouldn't let Ozzy come with us during Sundays. *Crosses out Pucci* That means we have our last two candidates then.

*FOOTSTEPS*

[Flogging Molly]: *On look out* Kiru kiru!

All three: *Panicking*

Medea: Oh no, Vanilla Ice is coming O_O

Oingo: Aw man, we're so busted O_O

Boingo: Big bro, give me your hat!

Oingo: *Does so*

Boingo: *Puts Cyndi* Sorry Cyndi.

Cyndi: Mew~

Medea: Be careful with her!

Oingo: *Puts hat back*

Vanilla Ice: *Enters the room* .....

All three: *Poses fabulously*

Medea: What's up, Ice Cream?

Vanilla Ice: Master DIO wishes to see Glory Gods Oingo and Boingo now.

Oingo: Oh cool, we'll be here in a second.

Vanilla Ice: .... *Sees Oingo* What's going on with your hat?

Oingo: *His hat is thrashing about*

Boingo: Oh, uh that's just [Khnum] overreacting, it happens sometimes.

Oingo: It's true, it happened last week!

Vanilla Ice: ....*Walks to them* ....*Looking closely*

All three: *Sweating bullets, scared* O_O''''

Vanilla Ice: ​​​​​​​....*Walks away* Alright.... you get two minutes, don't keep Master DIO waiting. *Leaves*

All three: *Sighs in relief*

Medea: That was close.

*CHOMP*

Oingo: OW! She bit me >_< *Removes hat*

Cyndi: *Bites into his skull*

Medea: Awww, she's teething. <3

45 Minutes later

After getting their money, Oingo and Boingo stowed away on a train back to Aswan, Oingo was counting their money.

Oingo: 170....180....190....200! *Hyped* Alright! We're going to be eating good tonight! :D

Boingo: *Happy* Yay we're rich!....*Reads [Thoth]* Hm?

Oingo: What? Did [Thoth] make another prediction?

Boingo: Seems like it, I wonder what it's telling us no-....? *Reads the book*.....*his face went from happy to serious*....*his face went from serious to shocked*....*his face went from shocked to horrified* O_O

Oingo: What's wrong? *Takes [Thoth]*....*Also became horrified* Oh no....

End of Part 4

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo oc #stand oc #oc #oingo #boingo #vanilla ice #vanilla ice jojo #drabble #kitty

[thestobingirlie]

that specific tiktok au kind of baffles me bc it's obviously implied that steve doesn't mind eddie talking about his medical issues but also that does not make sense in terms of steve's characterization to me and (as someone w epilepsy) i hate when other ppl talk about my health in general let alone w/o my express permission so i will just never understand that (and it is always famous rockstar eddie talking about steve's health on his fucking tiktok which makes it exponentially worse to me). also his medical issues are never described in greater detail than being "neurological issues" from what i've seen yet he still regularly has seizures w no indication that there are issues w his meds and it irritates me beyond belief. from my experience, if you are still having seizures on a medication, your doctor will switch you off that medication or up your dosage. these aren't seizures w a psychological origin they should be affected by seizure medication (esp when steve has been receiving treatment for DECADES in this fic) but why write about that when you could give steve a cute service dog and name it ozzy right? at least in this one the not driving makes sense since he seems to still be having regular seizures. i would like to issue a blanket statement btw since ppl don't seem to understand that continuing to have seizures isn't just bad bc seizures suck and are painful and make it hard to do certain things but also bc the more seizures you have, the easier it becomes to have another one bc the seizure creates a new neural pathway in your brain that then becomes easier to follow again (ie meaning it becomes easier to have another seizure). i just wanted to put that out there bc so many ppl writing these long ass fics about epilepsy and seizures seem to lack a fundamental understanding of how it/they work. sorry for how long this got that fic constantly pops up on my dash and it has been irritating me for months (and if you were curious this is the same anon that sent you a similarly long-winded message complaining about how ppl write epileptic steve).

omg, yes, the fact that steve is supposedly fine with eddie sharing all this personal information with millions of people. it’s insane! especially because it’s steve. like he would never want that to happen. and yeah, like, it’s not just that eddie is sharing this information, but it’s said that steve’s students watch those tiktoks, and it’s like… that just seems so inappropriate, and the fact that steve has no idea what eddie is even telling people? ugh.

i do not know enough on seizures to really contribue to the discussion, but it seems that once again the issue is authors writing about something that they do not fully understand. like, it’s fine if it’s just vague references to a background character, but if one of your titular characters is suffering with something, you have to do research. like, i’m not even writing seizures fics, but just by speaking about steve having disabilities, people have just offered up information, i’ve learnt so much!

also, they literally could just have a normal dog called ozzy. that’s cute! why does it have to be a service dog. (also, i don’t think steve would ever name his own dog, ozzy. like eddie clearly named steve’s service dog)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #asks #anon

[hbyrde36]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 💛

(if you've done this already feel free to disregard or throw up another 3 random facts!)

Oh my friend, always making me feel loved 🥰

My favorite book is Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. It is amazing, pls read if you havn't. This is a public service announcement.

I'm an excellent cook, or so i've been told, but only made it a whopping 4 weeks in culinary school before deciding I didnt want to do it professionally.

My dog's name is Ozzy (he's a french bulldog and they are so fucking dramatic, it fits. Also, the first day he came home, he fucking destroyed a bat plushie so...)

#ask game #facts about me #thank you love this was fun!

[gabriclknox]

WHERE: Riverside Park WITH: Open!

Gabriel could only imagine how closely him, his seven year old daughter, and their blue heeler resembled the three musketeers as they strolled through the park-- or perhaps it was more accurate to call them the three blind mice. Lochlyn, in all her curiosity, couldn’t stop chasing after every little thing that moved, and Ozzie, in his own misplaced obedience, couldn’t stop trailing after her. And then there was Gabe...dashing after them both, a task that even all of his months in physical therapy hadn’t fully prepared him for. It wasn’t a huge problem, though-- at least not until Lochlyn dropped Ozzie’s leash and the dog made a beeline straight for another person. “Goddamnit,” Gabe muttered under his breath as he tore after the pair. Sharp twinges of pain shot up and down his left leg with every stride, but the man didn’t slow up until he reached them. Grasping Ozzie’s leash in one hand before he could take off again, he reached for Lochlyn’s hand with the other and offered his newfound company a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that.” Laughing a little breathlessly, Gabe shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly not too sure who needs the leash more-- my dog or my kid.” Though as soon as the words left his lips, he cringed at how they might be perceived and jumped to cover his tracks, “That was a joke.” The last thing he needed was some stiff with no sense of humor calling Child Protective Services on him. 

#gfmt:starter #( open starter 001. ) #tw physical injury

[morganbritton132]

It be so funny if they took Joan to soccer game and put her either in the team colour or a cheerleading outfit.

Great minds think alike because I was just thinking that we having checked in with Joan in a while so this problem is perfect.

Every Saturday for over a month now, Joan has watched the humans and Ozzy leave the house in the morning and come back hours later loud, smelly, and energized. She does not have a problem with this per se but if she had eyebrows, she’d raise one of them. She would raise the other when they’re all too tired to play with her for too long after they come back.

So, Joan makes a decision.

When the next Saturday rolls around and Steve is digging around in the drier for his jersey, she makes her case known. She whines. She meows. She gets in the way of every step. She commits a drive-by biting. She even gets in the storage closet in the hallway and knocks over the dreaded cat stroller so it falls into the hallway.

She makes it very clear. She wants to go.

Eddie coos at her, “Awe, baby, she feels left out. Let’s take her.”

“Ed, it’s hot outside,” Steve replies, gesturing to Joan. She rubs her head against his leg. “She’s gray.”

“Steve, don’t be racist.”

“I’m not being – how is that –“ Steve sputters and then rambles on about tiny bodies, and fur, and overheating in the sun, but Joan already knows she got her way. Steve can’t say no to Eddie and he can’t say no to her either. Plus, she always gets her way.

Her way is the right way.

Steve sighs and gives in, “But if she gets too hot, you have to take her home.”

As a reward for Steve and Eddie’s good decision-making, Joan helps them get ready to leave. She wiggles her way into the cabinet with the first-aid kit and pulls out bandaids. She leaves them inside Steve’s cleats. He says thank you when he finds them.

Ozzy huffs from where he’s laying in his dog bed.

Joan purrs when Steve pets her head.

Since Eddie disappeared down into his studio the moment Steve agreed to let her come, Joan continues ‘helping Steve.’ Mainly, she cleans up (eats) all the scraps of lunchmeat he drops when making sandwiches for him, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy.

Eddie immerges from the studio ten minutes before they’re supposed to leave with a hastily sewed shirt made for a cat. It’s made out of the soft material of the cheer squad t-shirts he made for the other team members’ partners. He presents it first to Steve and then holds it out to Joan like, “Ta-dah.”

Joan sniffs the fabric – it smells like Eddie – and Steve is just like, “Why did you make that?”

“Because Joan’s got to represent, Stevie. We’re a jock family now and jocks wear their team colors,” Eddie insists, grin getting bigger when Steve rolls his eyes at him. “Everybody else is wearing team colors. Even Ozzy. See.”

He gestures to the pin attached to his yellow service dog vest that says ‘#1 Steve Harrington Defender.’ It’s right next to a patch that says ‘If You Pet Me, You Are A Part Of The Problem’ which is… “That’s new.”

“Yeah, I’m solving all the world’s problems today, baby,” He grins. “Isn’t that right, Joan?”

She hisses at the shirt.

#Its always fun to write from Joan’s perspective #also I just love the idea of Ozzy being annoyed by Steve thinking her for helping when she’s not actually helping. He helps. All the time. #Joan’s just like: it’s fine if you go out but you better have enough energy to play with me when you come back #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #Joan the disservice cat #Ozzy the service dog

[adamsbrooks]

where: dog park who: @gabriel-knox​ & adam

“Alright girl, take a break,” Adam removed the vest from Daisy’s frame to let her know she was officially off duty, watching with a small grin as she ran through the park with Ozzie. The idea of getting service dog had been off-putting at first, scared that he’d lose the small shred of independence that he figured he had left after losing his leg and not wanting to become reliant on a canine. However, their bond quickly grew and cemented, and while these days he was a lot more self-sufficient than he had been after the accident, he really didn’t know what he’d do without her. “I swear, taking her here tires her out more than a full day draggin’ my ass around.” Letting out a smirk, he turned to Gabe. “Things at the brewery are good?”

#convo #gabriel knox #gabriel 001.

[swifty-fox]

1, 3, and 8 for the ask thingie!!

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

oh jeeze. My Pops really shaped me in terms of showing me how to care for your loved ones and show up for them. Acts of Service to a T. You don't bitch and moan about it you just show up and help.

I was bullied a lot as a kid, by students and by teachers. I don't really rely on anybody for emotional safety unless you're really fucking close to me and even then I waffle back and forth as to whether I can trust you or not. Abandoment issues all over the place. But it's severely impacted my ability to foster emotional intimacy.

I was heavily medicated from the ages of 8-18. we're talking cocktails of Prozac Vyvanse Wellbutrin etc. sometimes together and at pretty high doses. I basically spent my entire teen years a zombie and it's been a long 8 years since reconnecting with my emotions and how to feel them. I have a deathly phobia of going back on meds now, I don't even like taking advil lol. But it's shaped my emotional threshold for things p heavily.

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of

Any LOTR ring Hands DOWN. I would say also Elf, since my family watches it every holiday season. And then Maurice probably.

8. any recurring dreams?

I don't dream!!! It's very rare and if I do its usually run of the mill nightmares or full blown sleep paralysis. I used to have one when I really little that my dog went to the vets and had his head cut off. I sleepwalked to the top of my stairs once as my parents were coming to bed and said I couldn't find ozzy(the dogs) head. Lol they were understandably freaked out

#swiftytalks #swifty lore alert

[heckinconfusedparade]

Hey buddy I found your blog awhile ago and than lost it but I really want more boom and movie universe interactions maybe have the boom cast meet Tom and Maddie or have boom sonic of all people tease movie sonice about the possibility of meeting his movie amy.

Welcome back honey! I’m glad you found it again.

I’ll make two posts; this one and the other one tomorrow.

I’m gonna use nicknames for some of the boom characters

Key-

Boom Sonic: Scarf

Boom Tails: Flyer

Boom Knuckles: Knux

Tom and Maddie Meet Sonic Boom

The Wachowski brothers have gone to the Boom universe a few times using a device the Tails’ made. Today is the day Team Sonic meets the fam!

Tom and Maddie are a little nervous, but also excited that their boys have made some good friends.

A portal opens up in the living room and here comes Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Sticks! Amy has got Sticks’ arm tightly in her grasp. Sticks doesn’t trust universe hopping Mumbo Jumbo!

“Welcome to Casa de Sonic!” Sonic emerges from the kitchen. Tails shoots out to greet his older self, who we will call Flyer. “Hi other me!! I’m happy you could make it!” The two share a friendly fist bump as Flyer laughs. Scarf (boom sonic) starts to speak “of course we made it! We had to drag Sticks here though. Not because she didn’t want to see you guys, but-“ he is cut off by Sticks herself “every time there’s dimension hoppin happenin, something goes wrong! What if we accidentally get lost in space??” “I won’t let that happen! Honest!” Flyer has made a promise. He has to keep it. Amy roles her eyes “it’s very nice to see you boys again. Where’s Knuckles?”

As if he were summoned, Knuckles is coming to the livingroom with a tray of snacks. Maddie and Tom are following behind with some glasses of water for their guests. Maddie and Tom are a little shocked at how big these guys are. They aren’t sure how they feel seeing their boys so grown up.

“Oh sweet! Goodies! Hi little me!” Knux waves to Knuckles, who places down his tray on the coffee table before he waves back “hello other me. I hope you had safe travels.”

“Oh it is so nice to meet you all! We’ve heard so much about you guys!” Maddie shakes everyone’s hand. “I haven’t seen Sonic this excited since Sonics opened up nearby!” Tom chuckles and also exchanges handshakes. “Hold on. Sonics? Do they got a place named after me?” Scarf is extremely interested. “It’s named Sonics because of their slogan ‘service with the speed of sound’.” Tom is happy to indulge in that interest. “I get free chilli dogs!” Sonic is a frequent customer.

The guests and Wachowskis sit down.

(I’m tired so everything will be in bullet points)

Maddie gushes about how big her boys are. Both she and Tom get a kick out of Flyer being taller than Sonic. It’s cursed yet hilarious.

Ozzie receives all the pets he could possibly want.

They like Scarf. He’s a lot like their Sonic, but definitely a little more braggy. Upon hearing that their Sonic won a race against himself, they’re shocked there was a timing difference and wanted to know how they managed to figure out who was first. Tails tells them that he set up an automatic camera to take several photos of every frame. It showed that lil Sonic won, posed for the camera, then went back to join Scarf in the race, only to win again. Scarf says it’s because Sonic is smaller, therefore lighter on his feet. Sonic and the Sonic from Sonic X share similarities.

Flyer is adored. Celebrated. Look at how wonderful he is. He happily talks about his adventures with his inventions. They sound dangerous, which worries Tom and Maddie that it may be a bad influence to their Tails, but then again, Flyer has no parental figure to tell him not to do stuff. And Scarf just encourages him. He’s told that if he ever needs parental guidance, he and the others are free to come any time.

Knux is met with confusion. He is so much different than Knuckles. There’s no thoughts behind those eyes. The lights are on but nobody’s home, and it’s a very dim lightbulb. Though he does say something smart which shocks everyone.

Maddie loves Amy. Tom thinks that Amy is the missing piece to Sonic having a good childhood. He wonders if there’s an Amy in their universe somewhere. Maddie and Amy bond over the obnoxious adventures the boys get into. Sticks joins that conversation. Both she and Scarf get flustered when asked about their relationship. Everyone knows it except them.

Sticks.. oh sweet Sticks. She was not impressed to figure out that SHE is the alien now. She is, however, still happy that she was right and that aliens do exist. Cause if they didn’t, she would still be in the comfort of her own home. Maddie and Tom listen to everything she has to say, because it’s all so interesting to them. They have to deal with Knuckles and Crazy Carl, so patience and understanding is a breeze.

Speaking of Crazy Carl, Sonic has the drawing framed. Scarf loves it and asks for a copy. Sanic will go down in history.

They also discuss the differences between their Eggmans. They all agree that the SCU Eggy is much more intimidating. It doesn’t help Boom Eggman that Flyer caught him in 4K in his pink onsie.

Flyer helps Tails with some of his inventions and gives him pointers. Knux and Knuckles are training like the apocalypse is coming and they will be the ones to save us all. Scarf and Sonic are racing around. They be goin. The girls? Making sure nobody fucking dies. They are the chaos control.

The visit goes well into the night. Tails wasn’t awake to say goodbye. Lil man is exhausted. He woke up sad. Then remembered that he and the other Tails can connect through their Miles Electrics. Flyer wakes to a sweet little message from a very tired fox. Sonic and Knuckles are out as soon as their faces hit the pillow.

They will meet again!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2 #sonic the hedghog movie #miles tails prower #movie tails #tails the fox #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #sonic boom #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #sticks the jungle badger #sticks the badger

[cleverwordsandotherstuffilike]

[davekingmanaward]

2023 Winners

With the 2023 season in the books, we also finally have our first winner of the Dave Kingman Award for Hacking Excellence: Cowabunga Dudes! The Dudes hacked away to a league leading total of 4834 K+TB. As a result, I am now the proud owner, for this year anyway, of the signed Dave Kingman photo that sits on Martin's mantel, obscuring various pictures of family and loved ones. (It may also be pasted on the ceiling above his bed glaring down on him, or perhaps the inside door of the bathroom facing the toilet, where it can force all visitors to reconsider their values regarding taking giant hacks. I never asked, but those are the only three places that would make any sense)

So congratulations to me, and thank you, thank you - please, really, you can sit down and stop cheering now.

It was a hard fought win at the end: Kekambas roared to the finish line for a total of 4754 K+TB, just narrowly missing the lead. For this spectacular finish, Kebambas has been granted an honorary award as well! (there is no prize)

However, the Kingman prize itself feels almost trivial in light of the true greatness that we witnessed this year. This year, Ozzie's Crazy Train set an all time record in most batter Ks with 1824!! Those of you who were not tracking these important stats with bated breath might have missed this accomplishment - let that be a lesson. I would also like to point out that this year, we also saw new a new record set in single week Ks, as both Ozzie and the The Axe managed 118Ks. Incredibly, both accomplished this feat IN THE SAME WEEK, week 15. Week 15 will go down in league history as the all time high-water mark for batter Ks (Sadly, the two were not facing off that week.) Let us bow our heads in a moment of reflection in the strikeout greatness that unfolded all around us this year.

This years MKP (Most Kingman Player) award goes to perennial stalwart Kyle Schwarber of Kekambas, by unanimous vote of the governing body. K-Dog led the league with 215 Ks, and finished just outside the top 20 with 277 TB. That is all-around greatness, which deserves to be honored. We salute you, Schwarbombs!

We would also like to grant special recognition on the pitching side to Lance Lynn, who went out there every day to give up homers and get Ks. He finished with an incredible 353 TBA, good for second in all of baseball, and 191Ks for 20th. Most importantly, he was picked up and dropped probably 15 times in our league, always there on the wire as a dependable source for TBA and Ks. A service to us all.

Finally, the council would like to extend a special lifetime achievement award to our very own Ian Happ. Not only for his service on the field, jacking taters and ripping whiffs, but his service off the field, as an ambassador for Everythings Coming Up Milhouse. He had an off year this year, only striking out 22.1% of the time, instead apparently opting for walks and 'balls in play.' But we know his heart is in the right place, and we still honor him as the great man he is.