#i'm gonna be honest

[trensu]

Heyyy, long time no post, huh? I'm dropping another chunk of stasis in darkness for you guys! And I wanted to remind people that these posts are basically rough drafts. The final product will hopefully be more polished but in the meantime please enjoy!

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After Steve convinced the old man he meant no harm, he’d been allowed into the home. The Lord of Night hadn’t been super specific about the purpose of his quest, only that Steve had to bring him to Wayne Munson. Steve discreetly looked around the home as he entered it. The old man was obviously unwell and had been for a while, given the state of the house. Steve had the creeping suspicion that the time limit the Lord of Night mentioned was linked to the man’s health.

“What are you doing?” Wayne Munson asked suspiciously once he had returned to the kitchen with Steve in tow. He had sat heavily in one of the old worn chairs at the table but Steve, instead of joining him, began to clear the table on impulse. Steve halted awkwardly.

“This ain’t your house, boy,” Wayne said with a scowl. “I can take care of myself.”

Steve did his very best not to look at the scattered mess in the kitchen or living room. It was not the mess of a dirty, careless person. It was the mess of someone tired and overwhelmed. It was the mess of someone in pain who was too proud to ask for help. Steve took in Wayne Munson’s watery eyes, wan skin, and the clothes that were plain things, tattered from use, but mostly stain-free. Steve quickly added all these details and came up with a plan of attack. He set the plate back down.

“Yes, sir,” Steve agreed easily. “I’m aware, but I serve the Lord of Night and he sent me to you specifically. In our god’s name, I must assist you in any way I can.” 

Wayne’s expression wavered. Steve pushed again. He lowered his gaze in a slightly embarrassed manner, letting a note of uncertainty color his words.

“I don’t know what else to do until nightfall,” Steve said. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t want him to think I’ve neglected you.”

“What happens at nightfall?” Wayne asked.

“It’s when the Lord of Night wants to see you,” Steve said. Wayne blinked.

“Me? He wants to see me?”

“Yeah! So, if you could please let me,” Steve said, putting on his most endearing smile, “I’d like to take care of you until then. You know, make sure you’re comfortable and get the place ready for a divine visit. If it’s not too much trouble, sir?”

“Uh, no, that should be fine. Is…is there anything I should do?” Wayne asked dazedly.

“Not really. All I know is he really wants to see you tonight. Oh, maybe you’d like to rest until then? A nap, so you’re not drowsy when he arrives.”

Wayne nods, still in shock at the news. He didn’t protest when Steve helped him out of the chair and let him lean his weight on him as they navigated to the bedroom. Wayne sat on the bed as Steve drew curtains closed over the room’s single window. The curtains were thick enough to dim the sun to a pale yellow glow.

“I didn’t know there was anyone else who followed him,” Wayne said as he lay himself down over the covers.

"He told me you’re the only one left, besides me,” Steve told him. “And I only discovered him a month ago by accident.”

“By accident?” Wayne asked with a wry grin.

“My friends found a holy text when we were researching other gods. It was the only one of his in the city's whole library. Then we had a hell of a time trying to find his last shrine. When I finally found it, it was falling apart. He’s been forgotten,” Steve said. At Wayne’s troubled expression, he hurriedly added, “But now that I’ve pledged myself to him, I’m going to make sure people know him again.”

Wayne did not appear convinced, but he finally settled to rest after Steve promised to wake him before sunset. Steve took the opportunity to clean. He hadn’t been lying to Wayne when he said he wasn’t sure what to do until nightfall. It didn’t help that Steve also liked to keep himself busy. Being idle made him itch.

The house was small. Aside from Wayne's bedroom, there was only a cramped kitchen and a modest living room. From the small window of the backdoor, Steve could see a short, worn path to an outhouse. 

Given the size of the house, though there was a mess everywhere, it didn’t take Steve very long to clean it all. When it was done to his satisfaction, there were still a few hours left until sunset so he wandered outside. The porch railing was covered with broad green leaves from intertwining vines but Steve left that alone when he saw the small garden nearby. It was full of ripe vegetables that Steve assumed Wayne had been unable to pick himself given his condition. 

By the time Steve had picked the vegetables, pulled the weeds, and watered the garden, the sun hung low in the horizon. He cleaned himself up the best he could in the kitchen sink and took one of the chairs from the table to the bedroom before waking Wayne.

He told Wayne what he accomplished during Wayne’s repose. While Wayne expressed his gratitude politely enough, it was still apparent to Steve that the old man was irritated at having needed the assistance at all. To keep Wayne from dwelling on that, as well as to satisfy his own curiosity, he coaxed Wayne into conversation.

“Can I ask, uh, how you–I mean, how did you know? How did you know the Lord of Night existed?"

Wayne laughed at Steve’s befuddled tone. The laugh turned into a coughing fit. Steve quickly fetched him a glass of water and put it on the bedside table after Wayne had a drink.

“My family’s a bunch of no-good criminals,” Wayne croaked. “Were. It’s only me now. But before, each generation of Munsons took it up. Like a family tradition.”

“Criminals?” asked Steve cautiously. 

“Thieves and con men. Some ladies of the night, if you catch my meaning. They knew of our Lord of Night and passed the knowledge down,” Wayne sighed sadly. “The life of a criminal ain’t what you call stable. We lost bits and pieces of him with every generation. Like his name. No one’s known his name for a very long time. Is that why he wants to see me? Did I fail him?”

There was genuine distress in Wayne’s question so Steve hid his disappointment. He had hoped the Lord of Night’s last worshiper would at least have a clue about where to start the search for the lost name. He focused, instead, on reassuring the old man.

“I don’t know why he wants to see you, but he wasn’t angry when he sent me. He sounded excited.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing,” Wayne said uncertainly.

“Definitely,” Steve assured. Before Wayne could sink into his gloom again, Steve said, “I know you said you’ve lost some knowledge, but do you know if the Lord of Night has any prayers? I haven’t…I mean, I’ve tried to worship him but I don’t think I can do it right without a prayer. I’m kind of new at all this.”

“My ma used to say our Lord didn’t have patience for formalities,” Wayne said, brow furrowed. “They bored him so he only had a few official prayers. There was one where we’d thank him for any dreams he gave us. I think there was another one that asked for dreams to bring inspiration or something of that sort. I don’t really remember those–ma would be boxing my ears for that if she was still around. I remember the one for protection, since we used that one a lot. It goes: 

Lord of Night,  Guide us through all phases Of the moon; May the dark be free of All dangers, While your many stars burn.

Wayne’s voice cracked into a coughing fit near the end. Steve hurriedly offered him water again once Wayne had caught it again. Wayne took a few mouthfuls and repeated the prayer again so Steve could learn it. It took a few tries, but Wayne was patient and by the end of it, Steve had it memorized.

“Is that the only one?” Steve asked, hoping to learn more. Wayne grimaced.

“It’s the only one I really remember. The Lord of Night prefers stories. My ma would tell us the best bedtime stories. Said they were for our god as much as for me and my brother. I was never good at coming up with new stories, so I retell my favorites or tell our Lord about my days and give him a little offering.”

Steve wasn't much of a story teller. He supposed he could do as Wayne did until he met up with Robin and Dustin again. They constantly chatted about books they’d read. Steve couldn’t help but notice how, once again, his friends seemed a better fit for his god than he was; all Steve could give his god was his shield and sword. It was discouraging. He had to figure out a way to make up for it somehow.

“What kind of offerings?” Steve asked. 

He wanted to give his god more; he wanted to give the Lord of Night something he’d actually like. It wasn’t lost on him that the Lord of Night took him under duress. Who else would’ve been able to complete this quest? 

“When I was young, it was horse shoes,” Wayne chuckled at Steve’s confusion. “Thieves are supposed to give him a part of their loot but my ma and pa were horse thieves. They got horseshoes and would leave one for each horse they stole, tied with a braid made of the stolen horse’s mane.”

“You stole horses?” Steve said, unable to fight off a grin as he remembered the conversation he had with the Lord of Night about it.

“Me and my brother, before he passed,” Wayne said with a weak nod. 

The sky had darkened by now. Steve pulled the stone out of his satchel. He carefully unwrapped it from the cloth and set it gently on the bedside table next to the glass of water. Wayne eyed it quizzically.

“It’s from his shrine,” Steve explained. Without any further fussing, Steve stood up and went to the door.

“Don’t leave,” the Lord of Night said. 

Steve turned to see the god, hooded in his cloak of constellations, sitting in the chair Steve had vacated. The Lord of Night had not even glanced Steve's way when he spoke to him. The god’s attention rested solely on Wayne.

Steve hadn’t seen or spoken to the Lord of Night since he’d been accepted as his holy warrior. The god had needed to conserve his energy, he explained to Steve, so that Steve could complete his quest. The god’s cloak was as mesmerizing as the first time. However, this far from the shrine, the god did not look as solid as he had during the nights he spent with Steve. 

“I wanted to give you two some privacy,” Steve said softly. 

“I think Wayne would appreciate not being alone,” the Lord of Night said. 

The old man stared at the god unblinkingly. Wayne’s expression was one of awe and fear, so Steve did as he was told and stayed in the room though he chose to lean on the wall furthest from the pair. He was still close to them in the tiny bedroom, but it provided the pretense of privacy.

“My Lord?” Wayne’s voice was barely audible.

“Hello. I’ve wanted to meet you for years,” the god said.

#trensu tells stories #steddie #stasis in darkness #stranger things #i'm gonna be honest #i absolutely have no idea how prayers are structured and i've got like zero experience in poetry #i do NOT like how the prayer turned out but #i did my best okay? #steve is so eager to use holy words #i had to give him SOMETHING #also #i'm starting to think i should've been like numbering these posts or something #but it's not like they're actual chapters or have a consistent length yknow? #so idk

[ghoulymadge]

Two star-crossed lovers reaching out To the beast with many names

#madge gifs #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #terzo #he is #i'm gonna be honest #you should probably expect a lot of he is gifs from me

[chicinlicin]

sometimes you just gotta put your azem in the asphodelos gear

for science

#ffxiv #ffxiv azem #ffxiv ancient #azem #astrid #drawing #oc #fan oc #i'm gonna be honest #i sketched the whole thing from the front #then remembered the casting top has a draped back #redrew it all from the other side flkfjflskjdfs #so much better for it lol #if the pose is weird it's cause they were sitting on a chair in the original angle and i didn't wanna draw it from this side fffff #deep lore #the glove is abyssos i do what i want #they need the little claws okay

[telekineticseance]

NEW EXPERIENCE

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: remer convinces you to watch a specific type of movie with him

genre: smut

word count: 2120

cw: p in v, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, i mean it's smut there's sinful things happening

You and Remer sat in the living room watching a sappy romance film that you forced him to watch. He kept making snide comments throughout the movie, talking about how cheesy it was or how something would’ve never happened in the real world causing you to roll your eyes through most of it. You and Remer were best friends and every couple of weeks during off season, you two would curl up under a blanket and watch a movie while Coop went to Jenna’s house or wherever he decided to go.

“You know, if I wanted to watch porn I would’ve put that on instead,” Remer commented, watching the screen as the couple got intimate with one another. You shushed him, eyes glued to the screen.

Remer paused for a moment before speaking up, "You wanna watch porn?" He paused the movie on the scene, turning his attention to you. "I uh...." You cleared your throat as I looked at the time, "I think I should be getting home." 

"You're not scared of porn, are you?" Remer asked as a smirk crawled upon his face. "No, I just don't watch it."

"But you have seen it before, right?" You shook your head no at him causing him to let out a dramatic gasp. You and Remer had reached that point of friendship where you told each other pretty much everything, but the one thing you refused to talk about to him was your sex life and definitely not if you watched porn or not. But just because you didn’t talk about yours, didn’t mean he didn’t occasionally tell you about his, or sometimes lack thereof.

"How do you get yourself off then?" Remer asked, adjusting his position on the couch to get a better gaze at you, looking you up and down as he does so. You felt yourself turn red, "I uh.....don't."

You glanced at the time again. "I really should be getting home." You said starting to get up, before Remer grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down. "No. Let's watch some." You paused, staring at him with a confused expression on your face. Partial disgust masking in as well. “Isn’t it weird to be watching porn with your friend?”

Remer shrugged, “Not as weird as you might think. People do it all the time.” He justified himself, shrugging. Who the fuck is watching porn with their friends? You sighed, "Okay. I'll stay, but if I get uncomfortable I’m leaving.”

He nodded at you before getting up and walking to the DVD player, putting something on. It had a pretty blonde girl and a muscular brunette man. The scene already started with the guy and the girl naked. The guy leaving kisses all over the girl's body.

You saw Remer from the corner of your eye, fixated on the screen as he took in his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you to see your reaction before turning back to the screen. You felt yourself crossing your legs as the boy's lips traveled to her pussy, and your cheeks grew red as the anticipation on the screen grew. There was no way in hell you were actually getting turned on by this. Right?

You gulped hard as the boy's lips reached their destination and then he attached his lips to her clit, feeling weirdly as invested as Remer probably was. He then began licking her all over. Suddenly, you felt a warmth start to grow down below, and you subtly squeezed your legs together, gently enough where Remer wouldn't notice.

You had never thought about getting yourself off to porn, and you definitely weren;t going to think about it now, sitting on the couch next to Doug Remer. "I see what you're doing." Remer stated as he glanced over at you, hand resting on the leg that was draped over his lap, stroking it gently.

"What?" You asked, as you felt yourself start blushing. "I know you're squeezing your legs together but touching yourself is a lot better." Remer insinuated, looking down at his dick while smirking, "Trust me."

He turned his attention back to the screen. You hadn’t even noticed that during the time of you being invested in the screen, he had pulled his pants down ever so slightly and his free hand was stroking himself, eyes glued to the screen.

You watched him very carefully as he ran his long fingers up and down his long length, his breathing was heavy. A drop of pre-cum dripped from his dick but he quickly swiped it away with his thumb. You felt yourself clench your walls together, imagining his hand being you instead. Despite not wanting to admit it, you definitely had inappropriate thoughts about Remer on occasion and sometimes even woke up in the middle of the night from having dreams about him.

A smirk grew on his face, but he never looked away from the screen. "Like what you see?" He asked. "No." You lied while blushing and looking away.

You brought your attention back to the moaning blonde girl on the screen. The brunette was now inside her and ramming himself as hard as he could into her tiny body. You couldn't help but imagine if that were Remer doing that to you.

You felt your heart rate beginning to rise higher and higher as the scene went on the tv, the thoughts still running through your head. You jolted slightly when you felt a hand pry open your legs. The same hand placed your own hand on the crotch of your pants. "Rub." Remer commanded, his green eyes turning dark. "You're clearly sexually frustrated and I can feel it from here. Believe me. It's driving me fucking insane.”

You stared back at him, very shocked at what he wanted you to do. But he just turned his head back towards the screen and continued playing with himself as if he didn't just forcefully tell you to play with yourself. You turned your head back to the screen and obeyed him, and rubbed your hand through your jeans.

After a moment, you felt jolts spark through your lower half, and you knew you needed more than just through fabric. You took a deep breath as you shakily unzipped your pants, and slipped your hand inside.

You could feel Remer watching you from the corner of his eye, and it literally took every strength in your body not to get up and attempt to run out of the house and all the way home.

You rubbed yourself over your underwear, before pushing it to the side and dipping your index finger inside. But once you did, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t lying when you told Remer you had never done this before, just occasionally read about it in those sleazy romance novels. You’ve only heard that you're supposed to stick a finger in........or something like that.

"Struggling, are we?" Remer asked chuckling at you, him now looking down at where your hand rested inside your jeans. You shook your head no in response but he rolled his eyes before lifting you onto his lap. He pulled off your pants, putting them down on the floor next to the couch. You barely had time to process that you were even sitting on his lap before you were already in your underwear.

You were about to push yourself off of him, when he placed his palm against your pussy. He began rubbing his hand up and down while pushing down on it. "Relax." He whispered softly against your ear. You couldn't help but feel his hard dick against you back. But you relaxed under his touch anyway.

"Eyes. On. Screen." Remer commanded as he noticed that you were staring at him rubbing your core. He rubbed his hand along the fabric, adding more pressure against your clit. "Look at how he is going in and out of her." He whispered against your ear.

You kept your eyes focused on the screen. "The pressure," He paused, pressing the fabric of your underwear against your entrance and started moving again. "And the pleasure she must be feeling."

He pressed against your clit, this time stopping and rubbing gentle circles in it. You let out a gentle moan in response, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. He pushed your panties aside, and you let out a gasp as his cold fingers grazed your clit.

He rubbed figure eights into it, moaning into your ear as your legs began to shake softly from the pleasure. "You have no idea how fucking hot this is." Remer said, as you felt his cock twitch against your back. "Touching you like this, while we watch two strangers fuck each other."

He pinched your clit lightly, rubbing it between his fingers. You arched your back and took in a sharp breath. "A little sensitive are we?" Remer asked chuckling.

He rubbed his index fingers along your slit. He let out the loudest, most sexiest groan as his fingers reached your entrance. "You're so fucking wet."

He dipped his finger inside you with ease, causing you to let out a moan. "Play with your boobs." He paused by pulling his finger out and dipping it back in. "It'll feel good."

With his free hand, Remer slipped off your shirt, in which to his surprise revealed you weren’t wearing a bra. You brought your hands up and placed them on your boobs, cupping them and massaging them together.

"Pinch your nipples." Remer commanded, his breathing was heavy, as he was starting to ignore the people on the screen, watching you intently. You did as he told, moaning in the process from the pleasure. He curved his finger, causing you to raise your hips slightly, letting out another moan.

"I'd like to fuck you like that." Remer whispered in your ear, the pressure of his finger going faster and harder as his head gestured to the screen. "Would you like that?"

The moans of the couple on the screen echoed in the living room, and you watched as the guy plunged his entire dick inside of the girl. "Do you wanna feel my big dick inside of you?" He added, "Do you want me to make you scream more?"

You could barely answer, this had been a new territory of feeling for you. Your breathing increased as your eyes continued being glued to the screen.

"Answer me, " He rammed his finger inside, making you scream out, "P-Please!" You weren’t entirely sure what was going on around you, everything was so cloudy and it all moved so fast, you just knew that you wanted him.

"Beg for it. Beg for me to treat you like the slut that you are." He said as he dipped his head into your neck and he started sucking and biting on your skin.

"Please fuck me Remer." You whimpered out, feeling him lap at the marks on your neck. Before you knew it, he'd pulled his finger out, and he yanked your underwear off completely. He pushed your back down on the couch and hovered over you.

"You're about to feel so good." He moaned, rubbing his dick along your clit before pushing it in. You dug your fingers into the curve of his back, pulling him closer.

He thrust in and out as the sounds of your moans, mixed with his echoed the room, along with the ones that were coming from the tv. "Fuck Y/N." He painted, while balancing himself on his forearms.

He gritted his teeth, you knew he was close from the tightening of his eyes and the buckling of his hips. "Cum for me Remer." You whispered seductively in his ear.

His thrusts grew sloppier as your hips collided together, and you knew he was gonna explode any second, you not falling far behind him.

He thrust into you, one deep and final time, feeling your stomach tighten and release. You left out a series of curse words as a wave of pleasure rippled through you, while he continued riding out his high, his thrusts getting slower as he buried his face into your neck. He let out a small groan, as you felt his breath on your neck.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your heart rate slowly fell to normal pace, as he pulled himself out. You let your hips fall, while Remer let his body rest against yours. He shakily lifted himself up on his forearms and looked at the tv.

"Well would you look at that," He said, making your attention return back to the tv. "They're still going at it."

#i'm gonna be honest #this was a harry styles smut i wrote a few years ago #it got flagged on wattpad #you're welcome #matt stone #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut

[binkywinky]

what do you think about carol moving into the rambeau house? idk it felt a little presumptuous to me

Well... let's see...

She lived there before her accident... because it's her home

It's her family home because, you know, that's where she lived with her family

Everything she had on Earth is literally in that house. Because again... her home

Most importantly, she knew she let Monica down by not being there when she got back from being Blipped. Carol's making sure she'll be there when Monica returns this time... and the easiest and most appropriate place for Monica to find her would be at their house...

Seriously, though... Maria very clearly told Carol to "come home" when she was done with her work in space. Did... did you think that just meant somewhere on Earth and not the actual home she lived in with her family?

Honestly, I suspect Maria put the house (and everything else) in Carol's name at the time of her death. It would make the most sense with Monica being gone during those five years that she gave it to her only other living next of kin, i.e. her wife Carol (the same way all of Carol's belongings went to Maria when she "died" in 1989). And Carol clearly had a key to be able to move into the house, so...

#binky answers anons #carol danvers #maria rambeau #the marvels #i'm gonna be honest #this is a weird question

[lilacmaze]

Gabriel ♡

Inspired by the lovely amazing @rottengurlz you made me want to make sims again after a slump ily <33333

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 cas #ts4 simblr #i'm gonna be honest #i outdid myself with this man #i'm foaming at the mouth #mysims #my simz #z

[frenchgremlim1808]

hello frenchgremlim1808, which yttd character is your least favorite and why? :^

Helloo! thanks for the ask!

Before i even start with the ask to make things easier if you ever have to call me, you don't need to type mys username fully just call me either french or Frgremlin. it will be easier.

So lets get started: So you might say that choosing a singular character out of this wonderfully written cast with such diverse background, realistic motivations and fantastic writing would be hard well, let me say this....

It's midori and it's not even close. I have never hated somebody has much as him. I Fucking despise him from the bottom of my being, he is the worst asshole know to human kind, i hate everything about him. I hate every single of his ships, especially s**shin (won't even say it out loud this ship gives me trauma). He is a pathetic, narcissistic, man child, who can't accept no, who only feel in power when somebody is under him, he's egocentric, sociopath, abusive, like REALLY ABUSIVE, and the definition of a groomer.

To every stupid ass s**shin shipper who claims that shin was not abused that bad and that we exaggerate, guys shin was STILL abused, stop being delusional. How do you think in GODS NAME, does a guy who i precise is know to like breaking people apart and ruining their life for fun would even works with an impressionable teen. Also, yes it is a proship.

And yes compared to them i have media literacy, sou is clearly in love with shin, and there is possibility that shin maybe( i hope not) had feelings for him. BUT I DON'T CARE, THIS SHIP STILL IS A SOCIOPATH ABUSER WHO DESTROYED AND TRAUMATIZED A TEEN. THERE IS NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT S**SHIN. Sou is not even cool, i mean he is a pathetic wimp, who cries because he got beaten by a 14 years old.

simple reminder for you guys, but midori age is still unknown, like you know that? Midori could be older than shin, which could implicate some even more creepy relationship than it already is.

he has no redeeming qualities, he abused shin, traumatized sara, destroyed keiji life, told gin he would """"cure"""""" him from autism, and pretty much caused all the pain of the cast.

That's why i love him. The character not the person. Like as a person he literally the worst guy ever, i hate him. But has a character he's amazing, like so amazing, he is written so well, he makes the game more fun, and overall he is such a bad person that's it's great!

I'm probably gonna write a thesis one day on why midori is such a breath of fresh air compared to other antagonist in modern media, and why i hate hims passionately. I'll also make some short analysis on him if i stop procrastinating.

But yeah my arch nemesis as person, but an a amazing character.

but not counting him it would probably be ranmaru. and the boring one hayasaka. Maybe if somebody sends me a ask about why i dislike ranmaru i'll answer (wink wink please somebody send me one i'm sad)

Also sou is mega ugly

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #shin tsukimi #sou hiyori #while i was mad writing this honestly if you want more detail about some of my thought on the green bastard i'll answer #i'm a greenblings enjoyer of course i hate his bitch ass #honesty one day i'll make my soupshin hate post #i'm gonna be honest #i hate it more than k**sara

[pocfansmatter]

Wayne Munson HC (Eddie Munson)

Please don't ask me where these came from.

Eddie was 3 when Wayne first got him.

His dad got picked up for Grand Theft Auto & the police station called Wayne to pick up Eddie who was with his dad in the car.

His mom left shortly after he was born so the older brother was the only option for little Eddie.

Eddie would not stop crying until he saw Wayne, no matter how nice the police woman was.

Wayne had to stop & buy Eddie new clothes, shoes, & diapers bc he still wasn't potty trained & he barely had clothes to began with.

They had pancakes for breakfast after.

Eddie was tough to deal with at first always crying for his dad which broke Wayne's heart.

But when he finally stopped crying for his dad it broke Wayne's heart even more.

The nice elderly lady next door watched Eddie for cheap when he went to work.

Eddie had to be rocked to sleep most nights so Wayne bought a rocking chair he seen at a yard sale to make it easier.

Eddie hated most fruits but loved most vegetables as a child.

When Eddie turned 10 his dad came home.

He stayed with Wayne about 3 months before he got a girlfriend to move in with & took Eddie with him.

Wayne still got Eddie on his days off bc he missed him so much.

Eddie talked less when he moved back in with his dad.

Wayne told him he could call at any time & can always visit or spend the night whenever he wanted.

Eddie started to do that a lot once Wayne gave him permission.

Wayne noticed Eddie getting talkative again when he spent most days at his trailer.

His brother got picked up again for something else, something worse but this time the police didn't call Wayne to pick up Eddie because he was already with him.

Eddie didn't cry this time about missing his dad.

The nice elderly lady next door died when Eddie was 13 though so she couldn't watch him anymore.

Wayne bought Eddie an acoustic guitar for his 14th birthday when he noticed Eddie saw one in the magazine & put the picture in the front of his binder.

Wayne took the night shift from then on so Eddie would only have to sleep alone but then Wayne & him could have breakfast before he went to school and dinner before Wayne went to work.

This is also when he let Eddie have the one room in the trailer.

Wayne would sleep in there while Eddie was at school but bought a cot for the summer.

They go fishing together once a month & Eddie always complains but he secretly loves it.

Eddie was 11 the first time he bought Wayne a father's day card, Wayne cried & Eddie pretended not to notice.

When Eddie was 15 Wayne started teaching him how to drive.

Eddie of course got his license at 16 & him & Wayne went half on Eddie's van.

It was cheap as dirt & didn't run when they first got it. They worked on it all summer though between Eddie's sophomore & junior year.

The first time Eddie didn't graduate he cried & begged Wayne not to hate him and Wayne just held him & said he could never & not to worry, "you'll get 'em next year."

The second year he didn't graduate Eddie didn't cry but hunched his shoulders and bowed his head & told Wayne he'd "be out by morning."

Wayne squeezed his shoulder & asked "why [he] wanted to leave home so bad?" Before shrugging & saying "you'll get 'em next year."

#I'm gonna be honest #I'm going through a lot & I've been thinking about these two lately #wayne munson #eddie munson #strangerthings4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #st #netflix #netflix stranger things #joseph quinn #hcs #hc #headcanon #headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #wayne munson headcanons #stranger things headcanons

[gc-painter]

Don't worry I'm not dead.

anyways, apparently Gacha Life 2 exists. soo...I've been making a few creatures in it. Here's some I've made so far.

#gacha life 2 #oc #I'm gonna be honest #I uh. I don't know why I'm even posting this. #Not many people really care. #but. well. I'm trying anyways.

[nazbruhh]

#I'm gonna be honest #I don't listen to any of her songs 😭 #But Hakoniwa sounds really nice #Project sekai #Pjsekai #Proseka #Pj sekai #prsk fa #prsk #pjsk #hatsune miku colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #colorful pallete #colorful stage #nene kusanagi

[particlesmashers]

fix your heart 🖤

#my chemical romance #mcr #the foundations of decay #i'm gonna be honest #i spent way too long properly colouring this #and then i realised i hated it and just blasted it with 500 effect layers #my art

[clancys-forest]

tyler wtf

#i'm gonna be honest #someone had to point out to me what this meant #i've completely blocked the forest fic from my mind #i forgot about it #twenty one pilots #tyler joseph #josh dun

[thenightvaleradiostation]

Does Estaban have any godparents? If so who are they?

...no??? Both Carlos and I are mortal. (Well, Carlos is mortal. The existence of my own mortality is still up for debate.) Neither of us are gods.

- Cecil G. Palmer

Today's weather: It's Tough To Be A God from The Road To El Dorado

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #ask night vale #wtnv cecil #cecil gershwin palmer #cecil welcome to night vale #I'm gonna be honest #I lowkey forgot what the definition of a godparent was for a hot sec #And I thought it meant “parent who is also a god” so that's what happened here #My bad y'all #In my defense I do think that Cecil would probably also make this mistake #wtnv esteban #esteban palmer wtnv #esteban wtnv

[vehwill]

Tier list of my ships!

None of these fanarts belong to me!

Not ALL the ships in APH but ya know, there are too many… I apologize for the low quality images. These last few days I don't feel great and I don't even have the strength to draw, sigh. I hope it's not all too messed up.

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia tier list #ship tier list #tier list #i'm gonna be honest #haters gonna hate

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

#I'm gonna be honest #this was hella self-indulgent; always was #also i ended up writing it out for one other person #you know who you are ;) (hopefully lol) #loki #mcu loki #loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki hc #loki smut hc #jotun #cw aphrodisiac #aphrodisiac #Headcanons #loki headcanon #lemon #ive had this halfway done for like two to three years now #also i used Laufeyson to indicate further that I'm relating it to his biology #HOPEFULLY THIS ALL MAKES SENSE AND RELATES PROPERLY TO WHAT I'VE ACTUALLY WRITTEN BEFORE LOL

[catgirlwarrior]

Kitten

#I'm gonna be honest #daddy's-