#idek how to tag this

[ohnoballoons]

I really hate doing this, but I don't really know what else to do, so. My grandpa passed 3 days ago. He lived w me and my mom, so all of his expenses, medical bills, etc will fall mostly on us and we're scrambling.

If you can donate or buy something from my ko-fi, that would be greatly appreciated.

If there's anything I can work on for you, portraits, illustrations, gifs, please hit me up ♡

Anything helps, really. My goal is something like $200, which may not sound like much for people in the us or eu, but it's a lot in my country.

So again, let me know if you'd like to commission anything ♡ reblogs are also appreciated!

#idek how to tag this #commission #commissions #signal boost #fanart #?????? #2024 sucks man #my dog AND my grandpa

[sainzifies]

i love this genre of carlos sainz

#something about the way his head is angled.. #idek how to tag this #he’s majestical #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #f1

[mysterycitrus]

so the body is a haunted house, right? ur haunted by past pain, ur experiences and regrets, the people you’ve known and lost. ur a living structure inhabited by countless others, and that kind of grief never stops. on a biological scale, we know that trauma rewrites dna and brain matter. we see how monumental loss affects the human mind through generations, how it shapes the way we think. u can track that down family lines to the present. even unseen, u r carrying the ghosts of everyone who came before.

the central thesis of persephone is how grief can be the proponent of so much change, both good and bad. part of that is bruce’s visible, living state of mourning in the manor, in the mantle of batman, in the pearls and the portrait. he is literally haunted by the alley, by the gunshot, by the darkness. but robin is haunted by mary grayson, by dick as a child and as a teenager and an adult, by jason in the dirt, by tim and steph and damian, and on and on it goes. how do u conceptualise that kind of loss?

both jason and dick’s grief is faceless. dick’s parents are remembered in colour and name, through dick’s embodiment of joy. they are transient. they are worn by children who do not know their names. they are honoured in that way, something that jason, despite not knowing robin’s origin, is conscious of —

in persephone, i knew jason would have an altar of some kind. his grief is action, but it’s also his heavy anchor to gotham. he could leave, but he doesn’t. he despises bruce for the same reason they’re similar. originally, it was a memorial to the people at his funeral, but that changed to commemorating the life he had before his death, and the people he left behind. he lies to himself and says the elephant represents robin as a whole, but it doesn’t. it obviously doesn’t.

it is a literal symbol of jason’s inability to fully abandon his life before. the body is being haunted, after all. we get to see his perspective in wolf-king, his anger at his disconnection, his isolation from others, his paranoid, neurotic interactions with dick. he has changed so completely that he cannot trust anyones intentions. he’s hurt people, and he doesn’t regret it. he thinks people see him as something he was, versus something he is. it’s dehumanising and hard. like he is memorialising something lost at the altar, so to is everyone else when they look at him. his presence in their lives is a haunting.

when a seventeen year old dick grayson sees the elephant there, he assumes he’s died and that jason is honouring him. how can jason explain that it’s to represent a past that jason himself can’t return to? after all, the only way out is through.

and then, at the end, he is given a gift — dick leaves behind a bird on the altar. not a robin, but something meant for jason the person, not the body in the box. he is remembered for what he was. and that connection to what he was is horrifying. the idea that someone recognises that grief and honours him hurts. after all, a heart is a heavy burden.

#idek how to tag this #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #nightwing #red hood #dc comics #fic meta #ig? #persephone tag #don’t take this too seriously but if u have qs cause this makes no sense plz feel free

[purgetrooperfox]

if you have a blank blog and keep getting blocked by every blog you follow because we're all wary of porn bots, but you don't know what to put on your blog

you look like this rn

this is what spam bots look like as well. this is a screenshot of a blog I think belongs to a person but it has no posts and no likes so I cannot tell

you can change your profile picture to literally anything. it can be a solid color. it can be a character or actor you're fond of. it can be your cat. it can be a stock photo. literally anything, but it probably shouldn't be your actual face

you can change "Untitled" (which is your blog title btw) to, again, literally anything. it can be "Hello" if you want. "Twitter Transplant" works too. just something

people here often put their name (usually not the one they use irl, or at least not their government name), their preferred pronouns, and a brief overview of their interests in their bio. there's no need to overshare or link a carrd. it can be "I'm new here and haven't set my blog up yet!"

you may have seen people encourage pinning a post to your profile. that can be very similar to your bio, just an overview of what to expect from your blog. fic writers often include their masterlist on it. if you're not set up yet, it can be a placeholder. "pinning this for later" is better than nothing

on mobile, your Edit Appearance button looks like a little paint palette board. here it is on my blog

on desktop, you go to your sidebar first

Edit Appearance brings you here

my bio looks Like That because it has links in it, which have to be coded in html

we don't want to block y'all but you have to show us some signs of life. PLEASE. also this is a blogging website and blogging involves posting or reblogging but that's another conversation

#long post #IS THIS HELPFUL PLEASE #idek how to tag this #okay this popped i'm sorry y'all have to look at my nerd blog for this information

[snacobie]

Loved by the sun ☀️

Wolf is @greenieart s 🌹

#dnd paladin #idek how to tag this #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #tiefling #d&d #d&d paladin #my art

[elsweetheart]

Ellie and abby and reader get high together PLS I need more poly content😣😣😣 both of them at once is the sluttiest need plsss

i caved …

three’s a crowd.

🎀 let’s imagine a alt universe where abby + ellie + joel never have beef and everything is sunshine and rainbows 🌈 okay? okay. ⬇️ kinda smutty !

“ohhh, amateur alert.” ellie jeers as abby coughs, having taken a deep inhale from the joint. you sit between your two girlfriends, the two of them passing a blunt between you. you felt hazy, hyper aware of their touch— the weed headed straight for your cunt.

“shut up.” abby rolled her eyes but a lazy smirk stayed put on her lips, her strong hand adjusting itself where it rested on your shoulder. she passed the J towards ellie, who turned to you immediately, the smoking paper pinched between her long fingers.

“y’want another pull, babe?” her eyes darted towards your bottom lip, flushed and swollen from where you’d subconsciously been sucking and biting on it watching your two partners smoke so casually. you weren’t sure why, but something about it was so attractive.

“mm, one more.” you grinned, eyes barely open with how sore and heavy they felt from the high. ellie brought the blunt to your lips, shuffling closer to you and and you leant in, meeting her half way to inhale it. as you leant forward, abby’s eyes drifted down your tank top, your nipples pebbled against the fabric. you squinted as you held the smoke in your mouth before exhaling, ellie grinning almost proudly at you.

“burns so good, huh?” she comment on the way it felt and you nod, relaxing into abby more.

“no more for this one, m’not sure she can take it.” abby instructed, her voice tired and low. you nuzzled your cheek into her chest as she cradled your head, looking down at the way you giggled against her. “yeah i can… can take it really good.” you purred, pushing your face up to be eye level with abby. you were fully aware of the double entendre, and the way your tits were pushed together as you cuddled up to her. she eyed you, before curling a finger beneath your chin and letting your lips press slowly and lightly to hers, the tease of it making your cotton underwear more damp in your shorts.

ellie sat back, manspreading in the chair as she watched you makeout with abby. she finished off the joint, holding it between her fingers as she eyed you.

“hey, you forgotten ‘bout me already? maybe i want a kiss too.” ellie leant off the seat to reach your waist to pinch it with her free hand and you pulled away from abby breathlessly, letting her thumb away the string of spit connecting the two of you. you turned your attention now to ellie as she sat back, who didn’t miss the way the blonde slightly rolled her eyes at this. the freckled girl sat a little further on the long couch, so you ended up on your hands and knees to crawl to where she sat, your back arched a little for abby’s viewing pleasure as the weed had made you bold.

ellie raised her eyebrows with a pleased smirk, her eyes trailing down to your tits before returning to your giggly smile. with determination, she tossed the blunt to the side before grabbing your cheeks with two hands and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. as she did so, abby’s hand almost in a trance slid up the back of your thigh as she admired your position, running up to grope your ass feeling her own skin heat up from arousal. “nice fucking view.” abby’s thumb pressed between your folds through the material of your thin shorts making you jolt and whine against ellie’s mouth. ellie pulled you away for a moment, her hand gently around your neck, thumb stroking your throat distractedly as she peered round to check out what abby was doing. she looked back at you, watching the way you were grinding back against abby’s thumb and smirked.

“we gotta find more weed, makes our girl so fuckin’ horny.”

♡

#ellie x reader x abby #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #idek how to tag this

[crowleyholmes]

Guys help I think Crowley is possessing me I am very suddenly overcome by such a WAVE of love for Aziraphale????

I mean I've always loved him but Jesus Christ it just got turned up to 100 suddenly I mean he's just so GOOD isn't he???!!!

He's so kind and he's so nice and he's so PRETTY I mean have you seen him in his little outfit with the comfortable-old-couch waistcoat he refuses to ever take off and the silly little bowtie he thinks is so stylish and you know it actually KIND OF IS but ONLY on him??!?! and that beige coat that suits him so well and he just looks so well put together and also so soft and cozy at the same time like HAVE YOU SEEN HIM???

And he's so gentle and he's so full of love for everyone and everything and he always tries So Hard to do the right thing... and he's so ready to change his mind about what The Right Thing is when he is presented with new information like that is such a rare trait!

And he's so FUN, you know all his weird little hobbies I mean who collects old prophecy books and misprinted bibles ONLY this weirdo!! And he's so obsessed with silly little magic tricks that aren't even magic at all when he could very easily do real magic instead but noooo, making people think you're doing real magic when your Not Actually doing real magic is so much more fun apparently idk??? And he collects licenses (shooting guns, driving cars, literally who knows what else, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if my guy knew how to scuba dive and fly a plane), and he learned French the hard way just because?? He likes learning I guess?? And he's so bad at it, it's so silly it's Infuriating but it's also so endearing he's taking such JOY in it!!

And maybe you'd THINK that's all he is, sweet little goofball, but no!!!! Beneath all that soft exterior, this very intentionally soft and fun and kind exterior that he's carefully cultivated for millennia, he's also so incredibly brave. I think about how he was ready to face the thing he feared the most, to save three innocent kids. He was so ready to give up everything he had, fall from grace and spend eternity in hell, just so these kids could live. Just so that family would be spared the grief. Just so they could have a few more short years of human happiness. He lied to his boss for justice and he lied to GOD for justice and he somehow got away with it who does that??? AZIRAPHALE IS WHO. And he Never backs down did you see him pick up his little sword at almost-Armageddon when Lucifer himself rose from hell to end it all and my angel was ready to fight Satan Himself if he had to HELLO???

And then he blew up his halo and casually declared war on hell to save two humans and his former boss and his bookshop what a fucking badass!!?!?

And have I mentioned how pretty he is yes I have but it's worth mentioning again because have you seen his eyes?? Color of the fucking sky, they are, and his nose is so perfectly shaped and his stupid lips with his stupid cupid's bow, and his hair!! Is just so Damn soft it's and I just want to watch him be himself and do his thing but I also want to HOLD him and protect him and keep him safe from everything because if anything ever happened to him I-... UGH.

I don't KNOW.

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #so this??? #just happened #I swear this started out as just me listing things I love about Aziraphale but #idk how or when but my brain went into Crowley mode apparently #idek how to tag this #rant I guess #love vent #hi Crowley welcome to my brain but next time you want to possess someone maybe a word of warning first with peace and love bestie #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #god Aziraphale is such a character #he's SO GOOD #also Michael Sheen is very beautiful #okay yeah I swear I'm normal about them <3 #ngk

[from-beyond]

Killer Klowns From Outer Space throuple + Memes 1/?

#mine* #killer klowns from outer space #mike x dave x debbie #idek how to tag this #kkfos #perfect double date

[fearthhereaper]

Asking someone to explain to me the reason why Viserys chose to marry again knowing he'll name Rhaenyra his heir. Like genuinely, explain it to me like you would to a toddler.

°

Because I'm not buying the whole peer pressure bs explanation when clearly he could hold his own ground when it came to making decisions — when he named Rhaenyra heir he didn't let anyone change his mind. So I don't for a second believe that "poor little Viserys" got bullied into a second marriage.

#hotd #house of the dragon #idek how to tag this

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

That one trend but it’s one increment at a time bc rejection sensitivity dysmorphia has me scared of looking like an idiot with 4 notes ahaha

50 notes & I will

drink more water (easy since I drink like none ever)

regularly post lil hydration reminders

set a new goal

#idek how to tag this #that one trend #if this gets notes #stay hydrated #does this count as body doubling lol #audhd things #autistic things #adhd life #executive dysfunction #autistic self care #self care #adhd autistic #autistic borderline #neurodiversity #undiagnosed chronic illness #self improvement #baby steps #goal setting #audhd creature #dialectical behavior therapy #post traumatic growth #cptsd healing #trauma recovery #autistic system #did osdd

[milkyhoneybee]

What if I was cursed by a succubus or hypnotised to make it seem like I was "accidentally" flashing people or trying to seduce them at random?

I'm out at lunch with a friend and my shirt buttons break off, my bra suddenly pulled down under my tits so they spill out into the open, and I'm there apologising to my friend and the staff while trying to cover up, but it looks more like I'm giving them a show as I struggle to get the bra up to cover them. And the way I'm pressing them in to try and bring the shirt sides together just makes even more cleavage...

Or I'm going up stairs and my skirt suddenly blows up, while my underwear chooses that moment to snap along the sides and get blown away, and people around me can see my pussy while my skirt keeps billowing around me, and I'm blushing and stammering and trying to cross my legs, but the press of my thighs is making me wet. Someone tries to help me pull it down and I grab their hand and "accidentally" shove it into my wet folds...

Someone drops something and I kneel down to pick it up for them, but I stumble and end up rubbing my face into their crotch, and my knees lock up so I can't get myself back up, I'm stuck mouthing at them and trying to explain myself, but my hands just keep grabbing at their legs like I'm trying to stay there

I'm stuck in a crowd and every time I move, I can't help but grind against the person I bump into, even as I apologise, and keep doing it, and if someone tries to push me away, I end up bending so they grope my tits or ass instead

I go out to a park but only discover once I'm there that somehow two holes have been cut into my sports bra and shirt that show off my nipples, and I have no clue when that changed...

Someone points at something and I 'trip' and end up sucking on their fingers, only able to pull back slowly until I release them with a lewd pop, mouth stuck open and drooling after

#idek how to tag this #nsft fantasy #nsft concept #hypnokink #humiliation kink

[awheckery]

I need some help

so. this is hard. here goes:

for the last six-ish weeks, I've had an exceptionally challenging time of things re: my haunted devil body being exceptionally haunted and full of devils, and I have missed a lot of work. a lot of work. might be losing my job soon, in fact, but I'm trying not to think about that.

I'm trying to crawl my way out of the hole, but I have nothing in the bank right now and no money coming in, literally this is a screenshot of my account from today, and it's not showing the insurance payment that put me $50 in the negative this morning.

I have no other savings, my credit card's maxed out, I don't know how I'm going to pay my upcoming rent and my cupboard's down to baking ingredients and canned vegetables, so the sitch is looking pretty gd grim for me right now.

if anyone wants to donate and can afford to be kind, I'm linking my paypal and cashapp below, but I'd prefer to be able to offer something in exchange.

I think most y'all are following me because it is known that I make quilts, but that's mostly a side effect of my true hobby: collecting fabric. (this is a joke. mostly.)

I don't know that I have the energy to commit to making quilts or other complicated goods right now, but I do have a truly massive stash and excellent color sense. I've pulled these curated fat quarter collections as examples of what I have on offer:

this is a very small sample of what I have in my stash; I've been collecting fabrics since 2014, so I have a massive collection of rare & out-of-print fabrics from Moda, Free Spirit, Windham, RKaufman and other brands, a portion of which I've catalogued and uploaded to gdrive here.

that's nowhere near my full collection, it's just a jumping off point of what I've got to work with. I'd put fq bundles on etsy or something similar to make it easier, but the total lack of funds has temporarily kiboshed that idea.

in the meantime, I'm selling individual fat quarters for $2.50 each and curated stash-builder sets of five like the ones above for $15. I'd also be happy to make coordinating pot holders not unlike this one at $35 for a pair.

(pls don't ask me for oven mitts, I don't want to talk about one of my greatest failures)

NOTE: all fabric comes from a smoke, pet and fragrance-free environment, and will not be prewashed. I know that makes a difference to a lot of folks, not just me.

I'm also open to assembling pre-cut quilt & other craft kits, PM me to discuss what you're looking to make and I'll figure out if I can make it happen for you.

I appreciate any and all help more than I have words to communicate, and I know I'm pretty damn wordy! I'm pretty far down in the weeds at the moment, and I need to raise around $1800 in the next ten days in order to pay rent, catch up on my bills and pay for food and medication.

please help out a chronically ill artist and shop my stash!

cashapp

paypal

#help needed #signal boost #idek how to tag this #fabric destash #I guess? #I cannot overstate how much more awesome stuff I have than is listed in gdrive #that's just the fabric I had at least a yard of #(and had enough of the selvage to record the name and designer) #I also have a ton of unbranded fq's and yardage from joann's #idk how but I'll try to find a way to work some of that into the stash library #it's shockingly hard to photograph fabric tbh #quilting hell #sufferpunk life

[56thingsinaname]

Day 6, Prompt 5: Table Top

Said to my sister what in the world should I do for tabletop!!! “WHat do you mean that’s like the most obvious prompt”. I mean… she wasn’t wrong.

#dissection #danny phantom #56thingsart #ectoberhaunt23 #ectober 2023 #uhhhh #horror #? #idek how to tag this #quick drawing

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Some softish wedding vibes for the lovely @flowercrowngods sorry this took all day

The wedding was beautiful. A cosy little affair in the forest surrounding the Byers-Hopper cabin, just The Party and their immediate family. The guests had a myriad of mismatched chairs decorated with pretty tulle bows, the aisle strewn with wildflower petals collected by the kids, fairy lights strung from the trees casting a warm glow over the dusk ceremony.

The older teens of the party had been on decorating duty and they’d done a great job, even if Steve did say so himself.

Joyce looked stunning in her simple, lace summer gown, Hop beaming and wiping tears from his eyes as Jon walked his mum down the aisle.

Claudia sobbed loudly, Dustin tutting but handing her tissues, shhing her every now and again, making everyone hide a smile behind their hands when she'd wailed "it's just so beautifulllllll!"

Murray had officiated, dressed in ceremonial robes and actually on his best behaviour for a change. Will was Joyce's man of honour, El was Hop's best woman, Steve had never seen either of them look more radiant.

Steve had been roped into dress shopping by El and Max because although she was doing much better, Max's eyesight wasn't what it once was and Steve was apparently the only one with any fashion sense. He was glad he'd gone with them because the three of them had had so much fun, both girls had picked beautiful dresses without really needing his help at all, not that it stopped him smiling to himself as they spun happily in front of the floor length mirror, letting the skirts flow around them, or from taking them both for new records and ice cream, that Dustin had thrown a two hour fit for missing out on.

Then somehow the mum's had talked him into taking all the boys to hire tuxedos, not that he'd minded but Eddie had tagged along when he heard from Dustin that it was going to be a fun road trip with new records and ice cream, and seeing him spin out of the dressing room, all high on life from being with the kids and out of Hawkins, his hair tied up in a messy bun had taken Steve's breath away. Luckily he'd managed to cover it up with a laugh when Dustin had popped out next dressed in a white tux, strutting around because he thought he looked like Elvis.

So they all looked gorgeous and it was all just very sweet and picturesque and romantic.

Although Steve could've done without Mike snarking in his ear at every opportunity, snapping his name like his nanny used to when he was misbehaving, except Steve wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact the first time he'd been told off he'd been up a ladder hanging lights, the second time he'd only walked out the cabin, now dressed in his suit, trying and failing to get his tie perfect. The third time he'd been stuffing cake in his mouth in a rush because his and Max's song had just come on but he was torn between moving and eating, so he'd sloppily thrown the cake in his mouth, frosting pouring out the edges of his lips. Steve didn't get his reaction, yeah it was a little gross but Max was laughing so who cared.

So as soon as the song ended and El came back to dance with Max, Steve grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the cabin.

"Okay, what's your problem? You've been at me all day!" Steve demanded to know, hands on his hips.

Mike spluttered and grouched incoherently, something about Eddie, him being a person, which was just perplexingly obvious. And for someone who'd had a lot to say all day, he suddenly wasn't saying anything, but Steve knew if he just waited Mike out, he'd eventually get his thoughts out in a coherent sentence. Except Will came dashing into the cabin, eye's lighting up when they landed on Mike, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back out into the party, before he ever had a chance.

Steve sighed rejoining the reception, mingling and chatting and trying not to be too obvious as he watched Eddie, maybe he'd said something to Mike, maybe he'd noticed the way Steve hadn't really been able to keep his eyes to himself, since, well since forever really but he'd definitely been more consciously aware of his lingering gazes since he'd woken up in the hospital with a joke and a groan, and they'd only become more incessant since he'd first seen him in that damn tux. Christ, Steve get a hold of yourself!

He just hopes he wasn't making Eddie uncomfortable, he didn't think he was because every time Eddie glanced over, it was always with a big smile, the one that started soft but grew until his dimples were showing when Steve smiled back, so he was almost sure that probably wasn't it, surely he'd look away like Robin did when men letched over her.

The next time Mike snapped at him, he was only dancing with Robin, not closely and certainly not well. Dancing In The Moonlight by King Harvest was playing, it was a song they all knew and loved and listened to whenever they all hung out. Robin had dragged him to his feet, just as he'd sat down with Wayne to chat about next weekend's game, and forced him to dance, waggling his arms around and doing all the silly moves until he couldn't help but join in.

Steve's eyes immediately snapped to Eddie, who was sitting by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, looking more miserable than Steve had ever seen him, even when he was a wanted man and on the run. Steve handed Robin to Mike, who protested about being forced to dance, but Robin had had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem too fussed about who she was dancing with, so long as she had a dance partner.

Wayne had his arm slung over the back of Eddie's chair but Eddie was slouched forward head in his hands forlornly watching everyone dance instead of joining like he usually would. Wayne and Steve shared a smile as he headed towards them, Wayne jumping up with a mumbled excuse, disappearing over to the buffet table to chat with Claudia.

Steve loved how he never needed words with Wayne, it was like he could read Steve like a book, had since their first meeting in Eddie's hospital room, he'd just given Steve a hard stare and for a second he thought he was about to get a smack or at least thrown out but Wayne had just given him a soft smile and pulled out another uncomfortable plastic chair for Steve to sit with him at Eddie's bedside.

They'd been fast friends, bonding over stories of Eddie, sports and an adoration of cheese of all things. Wayne even called him son, like he did with Eddie but that was probably just because there hadn't been a weekend since Eddie left the hospital, where Steve hadn't been at their new government bought apartment, screaming at the tv or the radio with Wayne, Eddie huffing and rolling his eyes and bemoaning that he was being forced to put up with two sports fanatics.

But Steve quickly learned the easiest way to settle Eddie was through his stomach, staying after the game to make fresh pizza or four cheese gnocchi or manicotti, from recipes he'd stolen from an old trunk in his attic, watching with pride as both Munson's wolfed down his food, was the easiest way to make Eddie beam at him.

Eddie hadn't noticed Steve coming over, didn't even perceive his presence until there was nothing but a pair of legs directly in his eyeline, forcing Eddie to look up at him.

"Hi," Steve said tentatively, Eddie's smile settling quickly back into place but not quite meeting his eyes.

"Stevie," Eddie greeted, aiming for normality but just the fact that he hadn't drawn out the e gave him away, "nice moves," he teased, sounding a bit too grouchy to be playful.

Steve adored that about their dynamic, the playful mocking, the poking and tickling and doing whatever they could to make the other bite back or laugh hysterically or both but it felt less like their playful banter and more like a defense mechanism, like maybe Eddie was mad with him.

And maybe it was something about the soft warm lighting or the giant strawberry moon peering down on them or the fact that they were at a wedding but something felt bigger, heavier but at the same time incredibly delicate like one wrong move could destroy them both.

"Dance with me," Steve murmured instead of teasing him back, holding his hand out for Eddie to take. Eddie furrowed his brows and blinked owlishly at him, Steve couldn't help thinking he looked adorable but if he let his introspection go on too long, he'd be lost for the night. Steve wafted his hand impatiently, trying to snap Eddie into the present but he only blinked slowly at his outstretched hand too.

"Aren't you dancing with Robin?" Eddie eventually asked hesitantly, which confused the living bejesus out of Steve because surely he couldn't mean…

Steve shook his head vigorously trying to send that mental image back to the pits of hell where it belonged, glancing purposefully over to the dance floor, he could see Robin'd got her arms around Nancy's neck blushing deeply as she babbled constantly. He knew she hadn't quite been able to look at Nancy the same way since they'd visited Creel together but Nancy had her arms securely around Robin's waist, listening intently and grinning and maybe, just maybe…

"I think she's content with her new partner," Steve mumbled, knowing full well that Eddie knew Robin almost as closely as he did, knew that Eddie could see what he saw and that whatever he was doing was some kind of avoidance technique, "dance with me."

They'd danced before, alone and in front of the party, there was no reason for Eddie to be nervous, didn't stop him looking anxiously around Steve's legs at the dancefloor, "There's people," Eddie muttered dejectedly.

Steve glanced over his shoulder and then back to Eddie, with a confused frown, "You mean all the people who love and care about us?" he asked affectionately.

Eddie snorted and huffed, "You," he corrected shortly.

Steve's brows furrowed deeply, "Huh?"

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes, "All the people who care about you," he clarified grumpily.

Oh no, he's gone down the rabbit hole.

Steve sighed heavily, "Okay, that's not even close to the truth, but for the sake of not arguing, if they care about me, they have to care about you," he informed him.

Eddie sniggered, "Why, you gonna beat 'em up if they don't?" Eddie tried to tease but it came out too flat.

"No," Steve sighed, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin and forcing him to look at him, "anyone who doesn't care about you, doesn't get to care about me. These people are my family but if it came down to a choice of them or you, I'd pick you every time," Steve admitted sincerely.

Eddie's breath hitched but he didn't say anything, looked like he might cry if he did.

Steve decided it was time to just use his trump card, "Dance with me. Please."

And just like that Eddie jumped to his feet dragging Steve onto the dancefloor, because Eddie never denied Steve anything when he said please, not that Eddie ever denied him anything really but it was like a little button that overpowered all Eddie's apprehension and theatrics.

"Can I stay with you please?"

"C'mon Eddie, up, Owens says it'll be good for you to go for a little walk. No? Please?"

"Could you just keep talking until I fall asleep please?"

"Can you pick Dustin up tonight please?"

"Could you bring milk when you come over please?"

"What's wrong Eds? Talk to me, please."

They got situated just as the song changed to a much slower one, At Last by Etta James. Appropriate, Steve thought gleefully. Eddie just stood there, a little shell-shocked and unsure but not running away so Steve gently took his hands and put them on his waist, circling his own around Eddie's neck, except Eddie had his arms perfectly straight keeping a space between them.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, fond amusement in his voice, it wasn't like they'd never been close before.

"Leaving room for Jesus," Eddie replied, Steve recognised it as an autopilot response, Eddie long lost to his mind, but Steve couldn't help it, the bubble of laughter just burst right out of him. Sometimes Eddie was just inadvertently funny and when Steve laughed he'd stand there like he was replaying the conversation until Eddie was laughing too at his own comment but Eddie's face crumbled, trying to pull away but Steve just held on tighter.

"Hey, no, Eds. I wasn't laughing at you, just maybe we're a bit old for Jesus to need to dance with us. C'mere," Steve said, pulling Eddie closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, swaying slowly to the music.

The look in Eddie's eyes as they listened to the song told Steve all he needed to know about why Eddie had been avoiding him, why he was only looking his way when he thought Steve wasn't looking, why he was being so evasive, how he'd managed to spiral so far that he thought he and Robin, ugh, Steve can't even think it.

Even Mike's snapping made a whole lot more sense, "Stop messing with Eddie," boy really needs to learn to stop grumbling, "he's a person, he has feelings!" Mike could see Eddie pining and had taken it on himself to try to stop Steve doing whatever mundane task that had Eddie yearning.

It was probably the sweetest thing Steve had ever seen Mike do for someone who wasn't El or Will, even if it pissed Steve off that he'd always be a cad in Mike's eyes, that he just assumed that Steve was a bad guy (when he's done nothing but throw himself in front of him and his friends time and again to protect them) that he was purposefully leading Eddie on, being intentionally enticing just to hurt him.

Not that it mattered what Mike thought, he could only hope that it was all his biases and not that Eddie hadn't been venting to the kids, all that mattered was that that wasn't what Eddie thought of him.

The whole atmosphere of the night had changed, everyone had slowed and quietened, couples solely focused on the person in their arms. But Steve felt the ground under his feet change, drew from Captain Steve the guy who'd thrown the first punch at Billy to protect his kids, felt Sir Steve crawl up his throat, the Knight who'd gone into battle against an all-powerful beast and brought his comrades out of the pits of hell because he'd seen now, seen clearly for the first time in god knows how long and he couldn't just go back to pretending, not without giving this is best shot. And thank god for Etta James because she was going to help him, because he could do this, he could be brave and fight for what he wanted for a change.

He had a horrible singing voice but Eddie already knew that, told him so often and in many imaginative ways.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own," he sang quietly, trying to copy Wayne's looking into your soul look, trying to let Eddie see that his feelings are reciprocated, classing it as a win when Eddie grins, blushing deeply and mushes his face into Steve's neck.

"I've found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill that I've never known," he continued, nuzzling further into Eddie's neck because now he was this close it was like he couldn't get close enough.

"You smiled," Steve murmured against his skin, unable to wipe the lovesick smile off of his face. He and Eddie had always been close but they both knew this was different.

Originally it started with helping him limp around when he'd refuse to use his crutches, then when Wayne had to go back to work Steve started staying the night so Eddie could sleep without having to worry about waking up alone after a nightmare, he'd only spent the first few hours on the sofa before Eddie woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking, Steve hadn't even thought about it just clambered in behind Eddie pulling him flush against him, shhing him and running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he didn't bother with the sofa again after that, they just shared Eddie's bed, soothing both their nightmares with the others presence.

But they've had time and distance from their trauma since then, most of them have been to therapy and they're all doing better, they can sleep in their own houses, in their own beds, they can all actually sleep for eight hours and wake up well rested. But he and Eddie stayed as close as ever, it's rare that they're never not touching, if Eddie's tired he'll attach himself to Steve like a backpack. They hug, they hold hands, Eddie even kissed him on the cheek one time, Steve's pretty sure it was an accident but he'd been so busy trying to hide the blush that'd sprung to his cheeks to really read the situation, maybe if he had they might've got here sooner because looking back Steve's not really sure how he missed all the signs, Eddie sits in his lap on movie nights for god sake.

"You smiled," Steve sang, pulling back to look at Eddie, to look at the adorable endeared grin and the pretty blush he can't hide because his hair's all tied up, still neat as a pin, showing just how much hairspray Claudia had used to hold it in place.

"And then the spell was cast," he crooned, because it was, from all the way back in school when Eddie would taunt the other jocks but there was never any bite in it when it came to Steve, his teasing came with a smile he never saw directed at anyone else, and he still remembers how it would make him preen a little and how he'd always feel a little peppier for the rest of the day.

But it felt like magic when they met for real, not the king and the jester but Steve and Eddie, battling the unknown side by side, Eddie smiling real smiles, teeth and dimples, all for Steve, because of Steve. And then of course he'd just had to be the hero and Steve had swore at him the whole way to the hospital because he'd been so mad but after days at his bedside, the first time he woke up and smiled at Steve, he knew from that moment on he was done for.

He'd just never thought they could have this, never dreamed Eddie would feel the same way so he buried that feeling deep down, enjoyed his friendship, relished being someone Eddie could rely on, being his confidant and still even when Eddie said "don't punch me but…" Steve had been too scared to rock the boat, didn't want to lose what they had because just because Eddie was interested in men didn't mean he was interested in him.

Who'd've thought Mike Wheeler would've been the one to make Steve see what was right on the end of his nose.

"And here we are in heaven," Steve trilled, resting his forehead against Eddie's trying to calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest, because there's butterflies taking flight and Steve's never in his life been nervous about a kiss but this one feels monumental and he can feel it coming and he wants it now and he also wants to wait and let this moment last forever.

"For you are mine," Eddie crooned, sounding more like a question. And as much as Steve always melts whenever Eddie sings, the fact that Eddie's still questioning his intentions, after he declared that Eddie's the most important person in his life, after what they're currently doing, just makes Steve realise how long Eddie's been his, how blind they've both been, how they've both been so wrapped up in what they can't have neither of them noticed it was right there for the taking.

Steve beams at him, let's Eddie see the way he makes him feel, the way he's always made him feel, nods like he's agreeing to a marriage proposal, deliriously happy and tear streaked.

"At last," Etta sings into the moonlit evening, as the boys seal their promise with a kiss.

#i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #idek how to tag this #steddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steve is wayne's pre-son-in-law #steve being an amazing big brother to el and max because they're his favourites. shh don't tell dustin. i joke ofc he loves them all #background jopper #background pre ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #the party #aj writes #i promise i'll go back to working on my vegas au now

[bun-after-dark]

Batshit thought. Guided masturbation right? But your partner can use telekinesis. Not only can they tell you what to do and how, but if you mess up they can make sure you do it how they want. They can bring one hand up your chest, wrapping your own fingers around your neck, keeping the other at your hips. They told you to slow down, maybe even told you to stop, but you simply couldn’t, now your hands are both pinned behind your back. Completely out of your control. You are completely at their will, and they know that’s how you like it best.

#FUCK GOD #I don’t even know how this came to me #Or if it’s even good #But I Have Been Thinking #Idk if I can put the Odd tag on here #But I will pretend I can at least #text #my post #nsft self shipping #nsft self ship #fantasy nsft #idek how to tag this

[baconpncakes]

I think they should do House MD ten years later and Chase is still running the department but his three fellows are the med students from Three Stories

C’mon they spend the whole episode arguing over diagnoses and ethics

Also I think Diagnostician Chase and Dean of Medicine Foreman deserve three terrible children of their own ❤️

#they are so duckling-coded #idek how to tag this #but i have held this belief too long to keep it in anymore #house md #hate crimes md #robert chase #eric foreman #my post