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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 2

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steve is at the diner with robin and eddie, after another mind numbing shift at the ol’ FV. thankfully, eddie came in a little while before close so the time went a lot quicker. steve might honestly tell him to come in even more because the clock just seems to become his best friend when eddies around; jumping nonsense off of robin, telling steve random shit about himself and laughing at all of steve jokes. (which his jokes deserve, of course, obviously. no matter what robin likes to say, knock knock is a classic set up.)

steve sat across from eddie and ordered his favourite milkshake, making eddie bat his eyelashes and make fun of steve. ‘milkshakes at a diner stevie? all you’re missing is the cheerleader and letterman.’ and steve rolled his eyes, about to let eddie know he still has his letterman and eddie can borrow it anytime. but robin had been sparked into talking about the most recent band drama that happened after the game the other night.

steve cared about the gossip, really he did. but eddie ordered fries and now yeah, sure, normal diner behaviour. however, eddie likes adding salt to his fries, like a lot of it. which means he’s constantly licking his fingers clean, like, thumb in his mouth, sucking. and that image is making a lot of very fun and interesting scenarios pop up in steves head. very fun, very cool scenarios.

so steve is distracted, playing with his whipped cream and cherry, half listening to eddie talk about hash browns but mostly just thinking about fingers, and mouths.

eddie, for some reason steve cannot fucking fathom, likes to pretend he’s not into steve, like they don’t flirt and like he doesn’t know steve is very much into eddie. steve knows what someone looks like when they’re into him and eddie is into steve. eddie just seems to have a mental block because no matter how much steve touches his arm or hair or tells him he has nice eyes, or like, flirts back at eddies initial flirting, eddie just gets bright red and changes the subject. it’s very cute. but dumb, because they could still do all that while also making some of those fun, pretty, fingers near mouths images a reality.

so, offence is the best defence as they say, defence being eddies self built cock block castle. but lucky for eddie steve is feeling pretty chivalrous so he’ll attempt to scale the castle walls again and hope some day soon eddie will just open the fucking door.

steve sticks his cherry in his mouth, pulls out the moves, ties the stem easy as pie and now, cherry on top, the wink.

gotcha. eddie saw the whole thing, beet red, soda up his nose. the moves never fail. steve did not plan for eddie to leave for the bathroom right after (hates to see him go, loves to watch him walk away) and has to deal with robin and her overprotectiveness when it come to eddie. but come on! he obviously liked it!

she knows steve likes eddie and wouldn’t be surprised if eddie talks to robin about steve. he would, if he was eddie. but she still more often than not gives steve a very pointed look if she feels he’s stepped over some invisible line she’s made up, like there some rule to how bisexual he’s allowed to be at certain moments of the day, particularly around eddie munson.

‘stop messing with him!’ she’s hissing but there’s a little smile on her face too.

‘i’m not! i’m just, presenting him with some facts, some info.’ steve rests his chin in his palm and mumbles quietly ‘not my fault he kept sucking on his damn fingers.’ aware that they are very much in public.

‘god, i am so sick of you both. you gotta talk to him steve, or stop, or something because i’m actually about to go back to doing puzzles with my nana on weekends if i have to deal with you two dancing around each other any longer.’

steve pouts ‘i love puzzles, and your nana, you cant go do that without me bob’s, that’s mean.’ robin groans and clunks her head on the table. ‘ughhh you are so weird! it astounds me every day that you used to be popular. people are so dumb.’

steve pats her head smiling. ‘yeah well good aim goes a long way.’ robin groans louder. ‘i’ll talk to him though, sir steven will break through those castle walls one way or another.’

robin lifts her head to squint at him, face of utter distain. ‘love you.’

‘love u too boobie.’

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part 1 (eddie) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

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u asked for it :)

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve #but also silly steve my love #bisexual steve harrington #is fun always #platonic stobin #<3 #hotlunch #will there be more? who knows #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

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belethlegwen · 1 year

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The Faerie Spell - Chp 2

Chapter One: Click Here Chapter Directory: Click Here Words: 1706 Summary: Trying to navigate yet another instance of her curse, Daphne has trouble communicating with her friends.

“This is… number 7, right?” Gem asked. I hated the way her voice sounded through the speaker of my phone at this size.

“Yeah,” I sighed, moping in the rough-upholstered armchair I had dragged from the dollhouse.

“Maybe it’ll be a short one again?” Gem offered softly, consolingly. She knew I was bitter about this. She also knew that after the first two, they hadn’t been short-- not even close-- but she was trying to give me some hope. My silence spoke volumes; I was absolutely anticipating this asshole faerie to try and break their record of three days this time. Gem decided the best thing to do was change the topic. “How’s the bungalo?”

There’s no nice way to say I hate it, especially to Gem who bought the thing for me. I’m sure if it wasn’t something I had to actually live in for potentially days at a time I’d find it lovely. Honestly, before this whole bullshit happened, I had actually kind of loved the idea of those little doll-house kits and putting together these fancy looking rooms. Those were all at much smaller scale, a lot of the time. The ones for my height seemed too kids-toy like.

“I mean,” I started in a drawl, “I’d rather not have to be in it, but it was fun to put together and it’s pretty to look at. It fits, so that’s something, I suppose.”

“I’m glad for that,” she said, sounding genuinely relieved. “How’s the furniture collection coming along?”

“Awful,” I replied, shifting my weight as if to prove the point that this chair was never going to actually be comfortable. It was a more modern-deco vibe, like an extra-round C, but the angle at the back of it just made my lower back and tailbone hurt. If there were pillows that didn’t openly suck, it wouldn’t be so bad, but even the pillows that came in one of my sets were just stiff and lumpy and coarse. “They’ve found the absolute worst material to upholster everything in and there’s zero padding.”

“Y’know, there’s folks in town who cater to--”

“Don’t even fucking say it Gemima,” I snapped, leaning forward to get my mouth closer to the microphone at the bottom of the giant phone.

“I’m just saying,” she sighed, almost whining. The crackle of the phone speaker made it nearly unbearable to listen to as she continued. “I know at least one who’s decent and might be able to help and--”

“I am not talking to any fucking fae,” I said firmly. “Not like this, not when I’m normal, I don’t even wanna know what the first one did to me, at this point. And I don’t wanna start buying any of their fucking furniture!”

“Ok, ok,” she said, and I could practically hear her throwing her hands up in defeat. “I just… I want you to be comfortable, y’know?”

I sighed, crossing my arms and moping again. My eyes were still puffy from the crying I did earlier. “...I know, Gem. I’m sorry.”

“Did you want me to come get you?” She asked softly. I liked Gem a lot. Of everyone who had to encounter me like this, she was probably the most gentle, but there was always something… eh. I don’t really want to get into it too much, I know it’s probably just a me thing, y’know, but… I hated that she seemed to enjoy me like this. I hated that she loved helping me out. I hated that she took extra care with me, because it just… it just made me think this might not be too bad and I hated the idea that I could get used to this at all.

“...Not right now,” I replied, a bit too quietly. She muttered a quiet sorry, and I knew she wanted me to speak up. “Not right now, thanks,” I said louder, sinking into the chair more. “Maybe if it’s still happening around Lunner-time.”

I could hear the smile in her voice and it just made me wanna shrivel up and die. “Yeah, we can go grab food somewhere and come back to chill at my place if you need some space. I know things are a bit tense there tod--”

“Did she fucking call you?!” I snapped, the realization that Sheridan had already been talking shit about me to our friends just throwing more salt in all of my many wounds. I didn’t even get a chance to say that I hated the idea of going anywhere but her place-- even for food-- because I was stupid enough to want to enjoy lounging in PJs for most of the morning.

Gem’s sigh was admission enough, I didn’t need to hear her say it. “She just messaged to let me know that you--”

“Oh fuck this,” I said, pushing myself up from the arm chair and walking over. “I’ll call you later if I’m up for being carted around.”

“Daphne, wait, I--”

My foot slammed on the hang-up button and the call disconnected, and I turned to grab the chair again. I was half-way back to the bungalo when I heard the distinct sound of Sheri’s messenger going off in one of the other rooms, followed by an aggravated and aggravating exhale. “I was going to vacuum if you left the house, you idiot!”

I tossed the chair down and stomped back to the phone, awkwardly opening up the group chat and slamming my hand down on the voice-message button. “I’m not an idiot, I’m fucking mad,” I shouted toward the microphone. “And doing the vacuuming now doesn’t mean anything if it’s the only time you’re gonna bother!”

"Omg," the message from Cal came through almost instantly as I heard my own voice faintly crackling through Sheri's phone speaker in the other room. "Just buy a Roomba already Sher".

----------------------------- Sheri: Roomba will prob eat her tho Gem: Yeah I'm a lil worried about a Roomba… Cal: we've fuckin talked abt this guys its not tall enough -----------------------------

My hand slammed the button again as they continued typing.

"A Roomba is FINE so long as the floors actually get cleaned," I shouted bitterly. "Stop using me as an excuse for not pulling your weight around here."

----------------------------- Gem: Hey everybody calm down Sheri: She should buy it if she wants the floors that gd clean Cal: Naw I'm with Daph stop acting like this is a get out of housework free card Sher Gem: she's already brunting a ton of cost even while she’s off work, if u really hate vacuuming that much then buying the roomba is prob the best idea, sry Sher Sheri: I’m gonna fuckin vacuum already ffs! Cal: Are you gonna vacuum regularly or no? Sheri: omg fuck you Gem: hey Gem: everyone chill Sheri: I’ll go buy the fuckin roomba omg fuck off -----------------------------

I stood up from my position knelt over the phone, listening to the sounds of Sheri groaning loudly, muttering under her breath while she stomped through the house. I crossed my arms and scowled toward the doorway, knowing I wouldn’t make it back to the bungalo in time if she decided to come in and yell at me directly.

The sound of the front door opening and slamming echoed through the house with the tremors it sent all the way up into my desk. I saw the back of her through the window as she practically threw herself into her car. Behind me, my phone was vibrating like it was trying to drill through the desk in short bursts while the group chat continued to pop-off. I didn’t even want to look at it long enough to mute the chat, and I knew Gem was already probably messaging me in a DM telling me I’m too hard on Sheridan. She wouldn’t do it in the group chat because Cal would defend me, and I didn’t want to deal with that, either.

Cal and I had been pretty close before all this happened, honestly, and I loved them to pieces but I just… I didn’t know what to make of how defensive they’d seemed like they had gotten since the incident. We used to get together and hang and they’d let me vent about Sheridan and I’d let them vent about whatever was going on in their life that was driving them nuts that day or week or month, and we’d just shoot the shit. Now though they just seemed to care about what was happening in my life, specifically in regards to this, and it made me bristle.

“Oh my god fuck ooooooff!” I shouted at the vibrating phone as I finally got tired of standing around and stomped back off to return the chair to the dollhouse. My dollhouse.

Ugh.

I collapsed onto the stupid, stiff bed and the uncomfortable pillows and closed my eyes, promising myself I was done crying for today. I’m sure I’d get told off once I was back to normal again-- if that was even going to happen within the next week-- about ‘keeping my anger in check’ or whatever, but they didn’t get it.

None of them understood what this felt like. None of them knew what it was like to have their entire world fucked with at a moment’s notice and with no one even willing to try and help you stop it from happening because it was Fae Magic and that shit is apparently fucking Witch Repellent.

For all the anger I had in me it was nothing compared to the constant fear I had even when things were going well. They’d never know what that felt like, and at moments like this I hated them for it. I felt bad about hating them for it, but I hated them all the same.

My eyes closed as I buried my face into one of the stupid pillows, hugging it tightly in my arms as I yelled. Maybe if I managed to go back to sleep, I’d wake up to the cold shivers that hit me before I got to shift back to normal. Maybe that stupid faerie would step into traffic and get hit by a bus and I wouldn’t be cursed anymore.

Maybe.

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#I have named the dingdongs #No idea how long- or short-lived this is going to be but I'm getting a good chunk of it written before Nano starts #Scheduling what I have written to drop today and next week #will there be more? who knows #poor girl is in a bad spot #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t author #g/t writing #gtauthor #Daphne's Curse #The Faerie Spell

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bugsnacc · 2 years

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maybe after I finish these commissions I’ll post more about my grumps, I’ve been wanting to do more with them especially Alby

#that makes five grumpuses now #will there be more? who knows

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 18 days

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Knowledge Revenge.

#dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #senshi #Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity.#Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all.#Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure.#I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem -#I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time.#So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*.#I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much.#Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!

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ayo-edebiri · 11 months

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse + text posts

#tw flashing #byaurore #across the spiderverse #spiderman #across the spiderverse spoilers #marveledit #filmedit #userallisyn #userchelsea #tuserhan #usersaoirse #useradie #userbbelcher #userpavlova #spiderman across the spiderverse #userpayel #not tagging more ppl because i don't know who has already watched it #it was sooooo good!!!#marvel (ok sony but....) gave us too good movies in a row??? in 2023??? what is happening

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zytes · 5 months

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this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

#misc #I encourage anyone dyslexic to try rotating him in your mind. I can’t do that; which is why I’m asking you to.#also: a bunch of tags are surprised this isn’t ‘shopped #it’s the lighting. backlit by the sun (which is diffused through the water) but also forelit artificially #the artificial light - a flash pack or something - casts a hard shadow under the creatures arm #which normally wouldn’t be possible if backlit by the SUN; you’d see a less-hard/more-fragmented shadow above water #as light sources ‘compete’ in a sense - and since there aren’t any light sources which can outshine the literal sun #it looks a bit weird when the darkest shadow is being cast from any other origin point - which is what’s essentially happening here #I don’t know the mechanics of how light travels through water; but I know the effect is substantial even with relatively short distances #also: it’s been balanced and color corrected by the author of the photo - who made deliberate choices to bring out the full potential #so it’s not like it’s a fresh and untouched export #but the kind of ‘tacked on’ appearance of the creature is a result of the lighting conditions within the image

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elfgrove · 1 year

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New Things to Beware on the Internet

On May 3rd, Google released 8 new top-level domains (TLDs) -- these are new values like .com, .org, .biz, domain names. These new TLDs were made available for public registration via any domain registrar on May 10th.

Usually, this should be a cool info, move on with your life and largely ignore it moment.

Except a couple of these new domain names are common file type extensions: ".zip" and ".mov".

This means typing out a file name could resolve into a link that takes you to one of these new URLs, whether it's in an email, on your tumblr blog post, a tweet, or in file explorer on your desktop.

What was previously plain text could now resolve as link and go to a malicious website where people are expecting to go to a file and therefore download malware without realizing it.

Folk monitoring these new domain registrations are already seeing some clearly malicious actors registering and setting this up. Some are squatting the domain names trying to point out what a bad idea this was. Some already trying to steal your login in credentials and personal info.

This is what we're seeing only 12 days into the domains being available. Only 5 days being publicly available.

What can you do? For now, be very careful where you type in .zip or .mov, watch what website URLs you're on, don't enable automatic downloads, be very careful when visiting any site on these new domains, and do not type in file names without spaces or other interrupters.

I'm seeing security officers for companies talking about wholesale blocking .zip and .mov domains from within the company's internet, and that's probably wise.

Be cautious out there.

#tech #google #domain names #the more you know #zip #.zip #mov #.mov #yikes #BIG FUCKING YIKES #WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS AGOOD IDEA HOLY SHIT ARE YOU A FOOL

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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