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orpheuslament · 9 months

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Where I End & You Begin, Dante Émile. Published in From Heart To Stomach vol. 1.

#idk why i never shared this one #anyway here u go #dante émile #words #poetry #poets on tumblr

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fortheloveofexy · 6 months

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hear me out: what if polynesian wymack

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg fanart #art #drawing #personally I bc him as samoan #hence the tattoo style :)#these took forever btw I hope I did them justice #anyway here u go #this will be in the aftg coloring book #wymack #aftg wymack #david wymack #coach wymack

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pullhisteeth · 1 year

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in which Eddie's love languages are quality time and acts of service - and you're a commitmentphobe

something small that came to mind the other day (I definitely do not do the annoying thing of never doing the things I commit to, no, definitely not). it's a lil bit christmassy so sorry about that lol. college!au, gn!reader, etc etc. fluff. 1.4k.

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so you do this thing which you are convinced pisses all your friends off, where you declare that you're going to do something - wash the dishes, finally fold your laundry, finish a book, braid your hair, go to the gym, bake something - and then never do it. it happens far too often and you are so sure it drives them mad, Nance and Robin surely rolling their eyes at one another when you once again flop down on the couch and resolve that today will be the day that you repot the plants in your dorm room.

and it does. they're your friends, but friends can be irritating despite how much we love them regardless, and it's maybe one of your bigger flaws.

they groan about it between themselves sometimes, the same way you do with Robin when Nancy ditches girls night to finish another piece for your college newspaper, or the way you do with Steve when you catch Robin in another conversation with the cute girl behind the counter at the campus café who she still hasn't asked out. every single time, she joins the two of you with that look on her face that says, not this time, folks, sorry.

they often brush off your declarations of intent, humming without paying much interest, and you know it, of course. you also know they're your friends, so it's their job to put up with this.

but then there's Eddie. Eddie is a new friend, as of the months before summer break, though his presence at nights out or evenings in with the whole gang is so concrete he may as well have been here the whole time.

Eddie is also incredibly pretty. he throws you off guard often with his throwaway compliments ("you look great tonight, sugar") and those hands he fails to keep to himself. they land on the small of your back sometimes when you're leaving the bar. other times his knee nudges yours when you're sat beside each other during movie night. and, worst of all, sometimes his fingers brush yours as you walk, and it takes everything in you not to grab hold and never let go.

one evening, you've come home from class and changed into pyjamas and you're padding sullenly through the apartment you share with Nancy and Robin. like clockwork, you throw yourself onto the empty couch and say: "tomorrow I'm gonna go on a long walk."

"right," you hear Robin mutter from where she's sat on the other couch, her eyes trained on the complicated looking crochet project in her lap. Nancy's out but Steve and Eddie are sat at your dinner table - they may as well live here, you sometimes think - working on assignments.

"I'll come with you," Eddie says.

it surprises you; normally the only acknowledgement of these whims you ever get are the uninterested noises from Robin or Nancy.

"you will?" you return, turning your head to look away from the ceiling and over at Eddie.

"sure," he says, still looking at the assignment on the table in front of him. he's holding his forehead, pinching it in concentration. he looks pretty in the ebbing sunlight, as usual.

"sweet," you mutter back.

and he does. he sticks to his word, turning up sometime mid-morning the next day with a thick coat on and two coffees in takeaway cups. you wander with him around the park near campus and try your hardest to keep your expectations low.

he's a friend. it's not a date.

the following week you're back on the couch, watching a rerun of Golden Girls, and you let your eyes wander around the room, paying little attention to the television. you stare up at the plants hanging from the top of the cabinet by the door, and the ones on the windowsill.

"I'm gonna do it," you say. "I'm gonna repot them."

"mm-hmm."

Nancy's at the dinner table, scribbling away on various pieces of paper. she gives you the usual hum of okay, sure, yeah without looking up at you.

"need a hand?" Eddie asks. he's on the other couch, halfway through a joint.

you turn over onto your side to look at him.

"yeah, okay. wanna go to the garden centre?"

"only if we can look at the fish."

"obviously."

this cycle continues. every few days, your dramatic commitment to a new thing will go unnoticed by your seasoned friends, but Eddie won't let whatever it is go. when you tell them you're going to go to the beach, for some fresh air, he offers to drive you there. when you declare that you're going to bake them some bread, and finally learn how to kneed, he brings you bread flour and promises he'll bake weed brownies with you one day. and when you decide that today is the day that you'll take your resumé to the cafe round the corner, he looks it over with you and walks you over. I could do with a coffee, he tells you.

you get the job, starting a week later. you're working 3 shifts a week between classes and sometimes closings shifts roll into the evenings, when you'd usually be doing nothing in your little living room with your friends. on these nights, when it's dark before you finish, Eddie is always stood beside the back door as you leave. the first time it happened he said he'd been on his way home from class and had spotted you cleaning up inside so thought he'd wait for you, but then it happened two days later, when you know he doesn't have any afternoon classes. and so after every late shift you emerge from the back door to find him smudging out a cigarette with his shoe, and he looks up at you and smiles, and you walk with him two blocks back to your apartment.

after a month or two, you're on another close. it's December and you're on your last shift before you hitch a ride back to Hawkins.

"he's out there again," your boss mutters as he comes in from emptying the trash.

"hmm?"

"your boyfriend. does he have to smoke out there?"

you feel yourself warm, the bloom of embarrassment and something more under your skin.

"he's not my boyfriend. I'll ask him to stop smoking, though."

"some friend you got then, walkin' you home every night."

you don't respond, bottom lip between your teeth to hide your smile. you speed through everything else on the list and grab your jacket and bag when your boss waves you off with a half-hearted happy holidays, and skip a little too quick out the fire door behind the kitchen.

sure enough, here he is, though tonight feels different. you quickly spot him smudging the cigarette out, but as your eyes drift back up they land on something colourful in his hand.

he looks up when he hears the door but he doesn't smile like usual; instead it's small, laced with apprehension. but it blossoms when you grin at him, so wide your eyes nearly close.

"good shift?" he asks.

"hm, it was okay. what've you got?"

you step closer and look down to see that it's a pretty bunch of flowers.

"uh, I... if I don't do this now, I owe Steve fifty bucks."

you look up at him, confused. "what?"

"wanna go get dinner?"

the bliss that swells inside your chest feels like enough to lift you off your feet. you grin again, and he smiles back.

"Eddie Munson, are you taking me on a date?"

he looks down at his feet, bashfully kicking the stub of his cigarette with one shoe.

"I mean, I thought the walks home and everythin' were obvious enough, but..."

you giggle at him, thinking about all the evenings he'd drop you home without more than a hug goodbye, leaving you kicking yourself for thinking this could be anything more than good friends.

"my fault," you say. "wanted to say something, but I'm not good at committing to stuff."

"nah," he says, looking up at you again. "you just needed a hand gettin' it done."

lifting the flowers, he holds them out for you to take. as you do, he takes your bag and, before you can protest, slings it over his own shoulder. they're pretty, deep reds and purples.

"these are beautiful, Eddie."

he smiles back at you and brings his hand to the small of your back, as always, as you leave.

walking down the street, past closed-up shops in the cold, your hands brush his as he gets closer and closer. you seize the opportunity, finally committing to something, and wind your fingers between his.

#something a lil cheesy for this dreary monday!#I am so touch starved #LMAO #anyway here u go #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you

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becomingsoup · 5 months

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using class assignments to work out my own weird concepts part n,

#yes it’s the weird robots again #tried doing a toned paper (kinda) look #there’s still something that’s not quite what I want but I can’t put my finger on it #anyway here u go #my art #robots #original character

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lovewheeler · 1 year

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— 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ( 𝐚. 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐬 )

♡ — in which ajax needs help with his homework, and you're always a doting tutor.

♡ — wc: 748

♡ — a/n: pt. 2 maybe? i just wanted this finished i will not lie to you! but i love my cute boy <333 ty to @arachine for motivating me to finish this and @cottoncandybirdy my bestie beta i love u both so dearly

♡ — warnings: bit suggestive throughout but no explicit smut (yet), fem!reader, all characters are in college (~20 yrs old)

“No – Ajax, baby, darling, you need to carry the three or it won’t –”

“Ugh!” the beanie-clad boy has a pout on his face while he leans back until his chair is tipping off the ground, arms crossed, “I hate this. I’m not good at it, can’t we do somethin’ i’m good at?”

“And what would that be, hm?” You mimic his pose, though all Ajax can focus on is how the position pushes your tits up and how the stern look on your face is working for you way more than he thinks it should.

“I dunno, like –” He pauses, throwing his hands up in the air in half exasperation and half out of a need to stop looking at you (unfortunately, there’s no school subject he is good at, so it isn’t really helping), “Mythology? History? I’m good at those!”

“Yes, because that’s your ancestry –” You sigh, shaking your head a bit while you look down at him, “Plus, i’m literally your tutor, ‘jax, the whole point of this is to help you get better at what you struggle with –”

This time when Ajax looks up at you his frown is even deeper, brows pulled together, and for a moment you think he’s so cute you just want to kiss him silly.

Focus.

“I just have no motivation!” He huffs while he settles his head on crossed arms, looking up at you with all the sadness of a kicked puppy, “And i’m just – i’m bad at it –”

You pause for a moment as you look down at him, weighing your options. You do have an idea, one that would almost definitely work, but one that would also change the trajectory of your friendship forever.

But, again – you know it’ll work. You also know that you really like Ajax, as stupid as he is, and he really likes you, too – he’s never been too shy about showing it (plus, Xavier told you).

Ah, fuck it.

“Tell you what –” You lean over the table so you’re hovering over him a bit, tits pushed out in a way that’s making him stare intensely at your eyes in an effort not to look, “for every question you actually try on, i’ll give you a kiss wherever you want, mkay? You don’t even have to get it right, but you have to try.”

Ajax nearly chokes at that, coughing into his arm and suddenly shooting up with a nod, suddenly the portrait of a perfect student.

“Well?” You look down at him expectantly, head tilted with a soft, playful smile on your lips.

“Oh – oh, fuck, no, yeah, t-totally, um, let me just –” He splutters, quickly arranging the papers from his binder into a neat pile on his desk so he can begin working, suddenly feeling very, very motivated.

You can’t stop your giggles while you watch him work, now moving ten times as fast as he was before – he was even getting some of the math problems right.

He shows them off to you quickly, and you keep your promises for each one – he’s too hesitant to ask you to kiss him in any places he really wants, so he keeps it cute – asks for kisses on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead. Eventually he gets brave and asks for one on his lips and he feels dizzy when you pull back with a smirk.

From there it gets heated very quickly – somehow you find your way into his lap, arms looped around his shoulders and legs dangling on either side of him. He works with you there, every so often tapping your back so you can look at his work. Your kisses stray farther down – his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, even along his shoulders. You can’t help the way your hands wander, sliding underneath his hoodie and running your palms along lean muscle and smooth skin.

You feel something under you and you can’t help the way you smirk to yourself. At least you weren’t the only one getting excited. You kiss his lips again after the next problem, though this time it’s deeper, more desperate than before. You pull back breathing heavily, the little string of saliva that connects your lips making you gulp. Your eyes flit down to the papers, then, and you grin, your voice barely above a whisper when you speak, Ajax’s eyes big and doe-like looking back at you, “You’re almost done. Finish it all and I get to kiss you wherever I want.”

#ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus fluff #ajax petropolus smut #ajax smut #ajax x reader #ajax petropolus imagine #hoooo boy am i rusty #anyway here u go

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jeysuso · 1 year

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His funny friend Argyle has been taking us to school. His hair is longer than mine. And he and Jonathan like to smoke smelly plants together.

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airanke · 5 months

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Twins.

#Dabi #Touya #I wanted to draw them nekkid #So that I can get a better idea what I want their dicks to look like #😂😂😂 I'm doing the same thing w/ Abi #Anyway here u go #Fulls to be posted... somewhere when I finish them

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lunar-years · 1 year

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Okay trying to not go as crazy with my #tedlassoposting so I’m just going to try to sum it all up in one post

this was definitely one of my favorite Roy episodes they’ve done. He kept Trent’s critique in his wallet for how many years?? Everyone finding out about the breakup. Him tormenting Trent. God, the BALLOON POPPING. Everyone cheering for him at Chelsea. And then the ending when he was he was honest with Ted about having regrets <33333 I love EVERYTHING ABOUT IT and I LOVE THIS MAN!!

The joke about Higgins getting info on Zava through the most obscure means imaginable took me OUT. I was full-body laughing I’m not even kidding.

God. REBECCA!! I loved getting more of her (& Rupert’s boooo hisssss) backstory. And the horrible moment between them and then her walking straight into the men’s room to get that footballer!! I really like what they’re doing with her this season and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Not sure if fandom thoughts on Jane are mixed (?) but man do I loathe that relationship. She thinks beards relationship with ted is threatening????????? Thanks I hate it. Beard get OUT.

Jamie Roy & Keeley. Too many thoughts to process just know that, like always, I think they should all kiss it out.

That scene of Jamie and Roy where Jamie tries to comfort him after learning about the breakup… that’s going to single-handedly sustain me through another week of no more Ted Lasso.

Keeley Jones is going to buy that rude CFO a snowglobe and they are going be friends. She is going to win her whole office over in the end AND boast up her friends AND look amazing while doing it. Because THAT’s the Keeley Jones way!!!! A queen and a scholar.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #I’m sure I will have more thoughts but I’m still processing #anyway here u go #I enjoyed last weeks episode I did but wow was this soooo much better

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cwritesfiction · 9 months

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The news is out: It's in the Cards is several small to average sized friends and their One Giant Friend

#it's in the cards #i am once again writing a similarly sized couple so they can swap clothes #i also love the optics of A. Adrian and Veronica being the same size #and B. Reggie being so much bigger #Like he can tote Adrian around #anyway here u go

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vypersketches · 6 months

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close-up

#pls his likeness is so hard why #also i keep wanting to draw him in side profile which i already struggle with #anyway here u go #valorant chamber #chamber #my scribbles

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seorikkun · 11 months

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i was tagged by my two besties @ggthydrangea and @quokki to find my pantone zodiac palette.... it was fun except i had to remember so much LOL i dont know my venus sign so i had to look it up

i dont tag anyone bc i dont have any friends other than the people who tagged me

#i dont know how you guys put the pics in a nice grid and im too stupid to figure it out rn #anyway here u go #val makes posts #ale <3 #tabi <3

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htsdfferent · 1 year

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@labyrnthes sent 💋 for a flirty starter !

it’s been so long since he’d seen her. so long, that when he saw the familiar blonde locks, he didn’t believe it was her. he pushed the idea down, scoffing at his own hopeful desires. it was only when she found herself at the opposite end of the bar to him. his eyebrows shoot up as he takes in her face. a grin twitches at his lips. he watches as she attempts to catch one of the bartender that’s closest to her attention. he does his best to suppress the grin threatening to widen on his lips. he half raises his hand, catching the other bartender’s attention quickly. ‘what can i get you ?’

spencer holds his card between two fingers out to the bartender. “get me another,” he swishes his nearly empty bourbon in front of the man, before he’s sitting it back on the bar. “and your fanciest, strongest french drink for the lady in blue down there.” his eyes slip from the man to cassandra. he leans back in the barstool, his arms cross as he watches the man fill her glass, and bring it over to her.

#hm perhaps this is bad but i also wrote it in five minutes so yeet #anyway here u go #the trash gremlin is here to bother cassandra #interaction / spencer moravec.#labyrnthes #labyrnthes / cassandra morgan.#dynamic / spencer moravec & cassandra morgan.#i'm not queuing this one bc i love u . ur welcome

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everchased · 1 year

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