Things that can put the fear of god into a tumblr user:
- commenting 'this post feels like it has 10k notes'
- telling OP you're investing in their posts
- tagging it as a heritage post or even tagging @hellsite-hall-of-fame
- writing the absolute worst take known to man in the comment section so OP can prepare for a week long argument taking place in their notes
- making OP realize that they made a penis typo and it's too late to correct it
EDIT: i had now four of those happening to me on this post and someone started to KUNGPOW PENIS ME! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??!!?
these tags are now a reminder of a much simpler time when i was sheltered from the horrors of the world ⬇️
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Hello!! I saw a screenshot of THIS
post recently and realized I've seen it added to posts a whole bunch, but never the original... is there a chance you could crack this case???
findin' this one proved to be a bit more complicated than i thought. see, my client handed me a case that included a screenshot of the post. so, i went to the address listed and snooped around, filterin' for "jpegs..." but nothin' showed up. so i tried "dolls." still nothin'. i tried "tumblr" and still nothin'. so, i went into the archives to snoop around. after a few minutes of scrollin' with no results i gave up and went down to the Search Bar to ask Don Google for help. they managed to give me the exact post rather quickly, but i was surprised by the rest of the post.
here you are! enjoy this lovely Skyrim wedding between two fluffy lovers! have a great day!
Post Case: Closed
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i do think it’s a little hypocritical to complain about amazon’s lotr show because of amazon being evil (which is true) but would you have also boycotted the lotr films when they came out? what about the hobbit movies, where wb used that production to fuck up worker’s rights in new zealand? be real with yourselves, would you? do you still give money to warner brothers after the shit they’ve done? i bet you still do.
you don’t have to watch the show, obviously, pirate it if you so please (pirating is great especially with the wb shit going on) but don’t act like you are morally superior because you aren’t going to watch the show, don’t act like because you don’t consume a piece of media that you are morally superior to anyone else
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(Mini little fic idea, post Vecna)
Eddie wanted Steve and Wayne to get on, and at first, he was utterly ecstatic when they did.
But Steve starts to come over to watch various sports games, laughing and jostling with Wayne on the couch whenever one of their teams wins a point, or scores a goal or whatever, Eddie starts feeling inadequate and useless.
He watches from a distance, too wary to approach, too scared of upsetting the equilibrium. After all he's spent years rolling his eyes and grumbling about football and baseball and basketball to take a seat next to them now. He's more than made his bed now, years of sulky teenagehood in the making. It's not their fault, he knows. It's all his own, a drama of his own creation.
He watches as Wayne laughs and jokes, haphazardly waving his beer and cackling with delight, with the sort of son that he deserves. A son that brings calmness and stability instead of late night police escorts and a mountain of medical bills.
The empty, cavernous hole in his chest aches as he sits there (pretending to work on his campaign), through game after game, match after match. Wayne had given up so much for him. He could have had a family of his own, instead of raising his brother's useless, wretched kid. He could have gotten married, had a real home and an easy life. A beautiful, doting wife to give him the world.
Instead, Wayne had been cursed with a fuck up for a nephew, a shitty fold up bed in a shitty trailer and a job that was ageing him before his time. A vexing, frustration of a life that he didn't deserve. That Eddie had made worse by default.
Eddie knew he was selfish, and loud, and easily excitable and distracted. That he was used to getting his own way in these walls, barely noticing and sacrificing a thing while Wayne quietly suffered instead. It had been the same for his parents. They'd wanted a normal kid too, but even his dad's temper hadn't been enough to dampen his ability to irritate.
He'd tried to be quieter for Wayne in the past. Better behaved, his personality crammed into a tiny internal box to make himself more palatable, easier to love and want around. But Wayne had been offended by it. Claimed Eddie shouldn't have to change himself for anyone, not even his guardian, to be honest with who he is.
But looking over at them now, Eddie felt like he should have tried harder. Sure, 'being himself' was the fucking care bear motto spat out by well meaning adults trying to convince the weird kids they'd be ok. But he could have tried harder not to be so difficult, he could have watched Wayne's sports games with him and graduated high school and handed over his earnings instead of buying dumb shit.
The gnawing, desolate guilt consumed him. Steve was sweet, charming and polite, a parents dream (also...absolutely fucking gorgeous and the best sex Eddie had ever had, but that was besides the point). He could understand why Wayne has found it easy to befriend him, hell Eddie unquestionably loved the bones of him, but it put in sharp relief how Eddie just didn't measure up to the barest minimum standard, let alone what his uncle deserved.
So instead, he started taking on extra shifts at work, pulling as many as he could so that he could try and convince Wayne to drop his hours and start taking it easy. He kept the house tidy and even helped nurture the blossoming little something that was growing between Wayne and Claudia, spending more nights with Steve so that they could canoodle out of sight of Dustin's sullen glares.
He was exhausted, but it was worth it to see Wayne less on edge, back on the day shift since Eddie was finally picking up the slack. Now he had time for 'guy nights' with Steve, expanding to include Sinclair and the newly resurrected Chief Hop too.
"You're a good kid, Ed." Wayne told him one evening, and despite everything, Eddie was unprepared for the avalanche of emotions that it unlocked.
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
His brain chanted, automatically.
But I want to be.
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