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jesusbutbetterrr · 2 days
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does anyone have like food recommendations, like something low effort to make?
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cursedtrekedits · 9 days
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posting while it’s still cookie season
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raplinenthusiasts · 2 months
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future's gonna be okay 
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sadclowngrl · 4 months
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I hope you masturbate to my blog today :*
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ladybeug · 1 year
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good news, I found some comics I never posted!! they are all kind of unrelated to each other but i'm dumping them all together here
this next one is titled "Glaciator 2":
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heres something I think about every time theres a one-sided reveal:
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ok last one its a reveal comic
its a scenario i love actually and idk if the comic does it justice but lets all have fun anyways:
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aimseytv · 10 months
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stop letting people tell you that you have to be a certain amount of gay or trans just to be considered either. you are just the right amount, so don’t let people push you into a weird box
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hungerofhadarr · 2 months
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Im gonna be honest I thought the big reveal for the awaken Ansur quest would be that the Ravengards are descendants of Balduran and that the ‘ Ansur ‘ that they were seeking were themselves ( get it bc it sounds like answer ) and you get cool amour for Wyll based on a grand Wyrm ( maybe even made with Wyrm scales ? Bone ? Teeth , even ? ) like i remember going into this mission I was so convinced that would be the answer . So imagine my horror when the Emperor started up some nonsense again
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crawley-fell · 3 months
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I still feel like they all know, and that's why I can never go back home Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain
(Aziraphale's Version)
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oatlymilk · 9 days
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love when a man texts me ‘hehe’, are you giggling and swinging your feet as you’re texting me too?
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manthemoth · 5 months
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Manifesting Squirrelstar so hard for November 7th (<-is prepared to be severely disappointed)
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castletemprwine · 1 year
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bug race bug race 🪱🐌🐛
who did you vote for?
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mostly-natm · 1 month
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Sunbathing and reassurances! ☀️✨🐱
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estrellami-1 · 10 months
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Steddie Week 2023
May 28th Prompt: Free Space
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6
@steddie-week
(Warning for queer slurs, but spoken in love, if that makes sense?)
“I hate you,” Robin hisses, eyes glassy. She covers her mouth, shakes her head. “Steve. Holy shit.”
He’s looking at her with an unreadable expression. His eyes are also glassy. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s gonna love it. Fuck. Fuck you, dingus, I didn’t want to cry today.”
He laughs, then, and gathers her into his arms. “Thanks for letting me practice on you, Robbie.”
“I’m never doing that again. Holy shit.”
Steve smirks. “It’s alright. I promise to cry whenever you practice on me for Vickie.”
She pinches his side. He elbows hers. “Let me know when you decide to do it, yeah? I’ll steal Jon’s camera.”
Steve snorts. “Just borrow it like a normal person, Robs.”
“Literally when have I ever been normal.”
“…Fair point.” He shifts. “You think he’s gonna like it? For real?”
“If he doesn’t like it I’m taking your nail bat and practicing with his head.”
“Robin, oh my god.” He laughs, probably more than the joke warrants—especially considering he’s not entirely sure she’s joking—but he’s so relieved. “I love you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dingus. Just tell me when.”
“Um. Tomorrow night, actually. I’m taking him back to Hawkins, to the quarry.”
She makes a face. “Why there?”
“It was our first date. We had a picnic.”
“Oh my god,” Robin says, then her eyes widen. “Wait. Steve. Steve. You have a ring.”
Steve laughs, digs his hand into his pocket. “I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“Oh, fuck you,” she says, grabbing at his hand and peeling his fingers open, grabbing the ring as soon as she can, turning it and inspecting it. She frowns a little, looking intently at the inside. “What-”
Steve smiles. “I love you in Elvish.”
“You’re both suck dorks.” She looks up at him, smiles. “He’s gonna absolutely love it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You know he’s head over heels for you.”
Steve blushes. “I still don’t know how.”
“Because you deserve it, dingus, you’re a good guy. A really good guy. And, according to everyone who likes guys, you’re extremely attractive.”
Steve laughs. “Thanks, Robin.”
“You’re welcome.”
A key in the lock startles them, and Robin slips the ring back into Steve’s pocket a second before the door opens. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, smiling at Steve, before turning to smirk at Robin. “Hey, freeloader.”
She squawks and launches herself at him, clinging on like a koala. “I’ll show you freeloader.”
“Oh my god get off of me you weigh a ton, Stevie, baby, help me!”
Steve just laughs. “You brought this upon yourself, babe.”
“Ah!” Eddie winces. “Jesus, Robs, elbows! In my spleen! How the fuck did you even do that, you fucking contortionist?”
“Dick.”
“Dyke.”
“Faggot.”
“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, eyeing the two of them. “It’s impossible for there to be peace when you two are together, isn’t it?”
They both look at him and answer simultaneously. “Yes.”
They both laugh as Robin drops off of Eddie, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she ruffles his hair. He grins and kisses her forehead before moving to embrace Steve, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his temple. He sighs, long and content. “It’s good to be home.”
Steve chuckles. “Was today that bad?”
“No, just long. Dinner?”
“In the oven.”
Just then the timer dings, and Robin races past them, yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll get it!”
They both chuckle, then Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
“We’re going to Hawkins tomorrow.”
Eddie’s brows scrunch up. “What?”
“Hawkins. Tomorrow. I’m the one with hearing loss, babe.”
“Actually, with your hearing aids, I’m pretty sure you can hear better than I can.”
“Fuck off.”
“Mmm, no. Something about how you love me.”
Steve softens. “Something like that,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, swaying them in place, like they’re dancing. “I already called off for you. And for me. It’s overnight, but just for a night. We’re gonna drive back the next day.”
Eddie smiles. “Am I ever gonna understand what goes on in your head?”
Steve laughs. “You already do. Sometimes you know me better than I know myself.”
Eddie nudged Steve’s nose with his own. “Something about how I love you.”
“Something like that,” Steve agrees, then lets Eddie seal their lips together.
That is, until a knitted potholder flies into their faces. “Dinner time,” Robin says brightly when they break apart, like she isn’t the reason for the airborne potholder.
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“And you’re sure you can’t tell me why we’re going to Hawkins?” Eddie wheedles for what feels like the millionth time.
“Nope,” Steve says happily, popping the p. “You’ll just have to wait. Enjoy the suspense. I am.”
“You’re only enjoying it because you know where we’re going,” Eddie argues.
“Exactly,” Steve says, then takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re gonna love it, Eds. Please stop worrying.”
“I’m not worrying,” Eddie says, then slumps when Steve just turns an eyebrow on him. “Okay, maybe I’m worrying a little. But only a very little!”
Steve chuckles. “Sure, babe.” A few minutes later, he reaches up to turn the radio down. “How’d you feel about no music for a while?”
“Okay,” Eddie says immediately, looking at Steve. “Are you okay? Headache?”
Steve smiles, brings Eddie’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “No headache, I’m okay. I was actually wondering if you’d read to me for a bit.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You brought a book?”
Steve hums. “In the backseat, blue bag.”
Eddie reaches back and rifles around for a minute, then looks at Steve with a delighted expression. “I’m kissing you as soon as you stop driving.”
Steve chuckles. “Duly noted. Start wherever you want.”
Eddie blinks. “I’m in the middle of this one.”
“I know.”
“You won’t have any idea what’s going on.”
“I like listening to you.”
“You’re a sap,” Eddie says, even more delighted. “Holy fuck, I love you. Okay, um, I’m on chapter ten. The choices of Master Samwise. Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand. As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away.”
He continues reading, getting more and more into it, affecting accents for the different voices, slowing down for some parts and speeding up for others, and Steve thinks his heart might burst for how much he loves this man.
They arrive in Hawkins before too long, and the first thing they do—just like every time they have to go into Hawkins for whatever reason—is visit Wayne.
Eddie blinks when he opens the door. “What the fuck?”
Steve and Wayne share a look borne of knowing Eddie. “You alright, Wayne?”
Wayne waves him off, makes a face at his cane. “Fine. Slight accident at work, fell wrong, banged my hip. I still get around fine and I didn’t want you two worryin’ none.”
“That’s our job, old man,” Eddie says, pulling Wayne into a hug. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you boys, too.” He hugs Steve next. “C’mon in, make yourselves at home, y’know the drill. Steve, you wanna grab us some beers?”
“Love to,” Steve replies with a chuckle, following Wayne inside.
They talk and catch up for a few minutes before Eddie excuses himself to use the restroom. “Your stuff’s in the pantry,” Wayne murmurs to Steve. “Want to run it out to the car before he gets back?”
“Oh,” Steve says, like he just realized. “I asked after you’d fallen, didn’t I?”
Wayne hums noncommittally. “Not like I minded. Was just about goin’ stir crazy with the time off work.”
Steve chuckles, leans in to hug Wayne, and goes to put the bag in the car.
A few minutes later they’re hugging goodbye. “Robin’s here to take pictures,” Steve murmurs in Wayne’s ear. “I’ll get her to drive you up to Indy for the dinner tomorrow.”
“‘Preciate it,” Wayne says, clapping Steve on the back before turning to Eddie. “Get in here, boy.”
Eddie laughs and hugs his uncle. “Love ya, Wayne.”
“You too, kid. Take good care of ‘im, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “We’ll see you later.”
“Mhm. You kids have fun.”
Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve as soon as they’re back in the car. “That wasn’t what we came down here for.”
“Nope,” Steve agrees. “You’ll see soon enough, Eds.”
Eddie sighs and collapses back into his seat. Steve just grins, wholly in love.
Soon, though, he sits up again, interest piqued. “Are we going to the quarry?”
“Got it in one.”
“Steve,” Eddie says slowly, suspiciously. “What are we doing here?”
Steve doesn’t answer for a few minutes, just plays with Eddie’s fingers with one hand, the other on the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. “Remember the first time we went to the quarry?”
“Must’ve been eight years ago, now, huh?”
“Just about,” Steve agrees. “We were just kids, terrified and halfway in love and no clue about how our lives would turn out. But we made it. Against all odds, we made it.” He glances at Eddie, smiles. “Thought it would be kinda poetic, coming back here.”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, rapt attention on Steve.
“So,” Steve continues, shrugging. “There’s some stuff in the back. Thought it might be nice to have a picnic again. Just to take some time off and remember how it was back then, think about where we were versus where we are.”
“Ugh,” Eddie says, glassy-eyed. “What have you done to me, I used to be cool.”
Steve laughs. “You’ve always been a nerd, babe. Pretty sure I’m the only one who thinks you’re cool.”
“Well, joke’s gonna be on you when we have a kid and they think I’m the coolest dad ever.”
Steve blinks, smiling even as Eddie freezes beside him. “I bet they will, Eds.”
That small sentence is enough to release the tension coiling inside Eddie, flowing out and leaving him looking at Steve, besotted.
Steve parks and they make their way to the edge, a mirror of all those years ago. Steve unfolds a blanket and lays it out, thrusting the bag at Eddie. “Here, start getting the food out, please.”
Eddie’s eyebrows steadily climb higher as he unpacks. Sandwiches, fruits, brownies, and drinks. Both of their favorites, and Steve makes a mental note to do something for Wayne soon, because nobody deserves the actual angel that is Wayne Munson.
They eat and talk and joke around, and kiss—a lot—and just as they’re finishing, the first raindrop splatters down.
Steve looks up, dismayed, to see dark clouds all around them.
Eddie whoops and jumps up, packing everything up and stuffing it back in the car, before running back to Steve and swinging him around in a hug, laughing. “What,” Steve says, but he’s laughing too, because he can’t not be happy when Eddie’s happy.
Eddie stops, sets him down, and grabs both his hands, looking Steve in the eyes. “Do you remember a few days ago when we were watching Singing in the Rain?”
The last time they’d seen the movie was at least four months ago. “Sure.”
“And you were sighing, all forlorn, and I asked what was wrong? And you said you thought you would’ve liked to dance around with someone in the rain?”
Steve can’t help the laugh. “I’m in love with your brain. That was at least five years ago, Eds.”
Eddie frowns. “No, that can’t be right, that was like, a week ago.”
Steve laughs harder. He can’t tell if the water on his cheeks is rain or tears. He doesn’t really care. “It was at least five years ago,” he assures his boyfriend.
“Huh,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Okay, well, I waited and waited and waited and it never worked out. It either always rained while we were asleep or while we were at work, or if we weren’t either of those things, it was a thunderstorm, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna take you out in that. So.” He grins, wide and unashamed, and bows, offering Steve a hand. “May I have this dance?”
Steve’s going to die and it’s going to be Eddie’s fault. His heart is just going to give out one day because it can’t take how much he loves Eddie. “Of course,” Steve answers, taking Eddie’s hand, and Eddie lights up, dragging Steve into a crushing hug and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips. His breath hitches. “I love you so much.”
“I love you so much,” Eddie responds softly, wiping away Steve’s tears. “Happy?”
“Beyond,” Steve answers, floundering for a way to tell Eddie exactly how he’s feeling. But then Eddie smiles at him, and his smile is wobbly, and Steve suddenly knows Eddie knows exactly how he’s feeling.
They sway together for minutes or hours or days, Steve doesn’t know or care, letting the rain on the leaves and the ground be the rhythm they move to, an unhurried dance that somehow means everything.
The rain eventually lets up, and Steve pulls away after a few minutes, so they’re holding hands. “I have a question.”
“Okay.”
“We’ve known each other for a little over eight years now. We saved the world and managed to fall in love in the middle of it. The Shire was burning, we defeated Sauron, and I carried you out of Mordor. Against all odds we made it out alive, and against all odds we made it out of the Shire, and against all odds we made it together. It’s been eight years and every one’s been an adventure. Every day has been an adventure with you. And I may not know what our lives may hold next, but I know whatever the adventure is, I don’t want to do it without you by my side.” He kneels, pulling out the ring, and Eddie gasps, tearing up.
“Stevie-”
“So,” he continues. “Eddie. I know we can’t legally get married. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to, but I don’t care. I don’t need the government to tell me who I can and can’t marry. I love you, baby, and if you’ll have me, I’ll love you forever. Will you fuck the government and marry me?”
Eddie’s shaking. “That,” he manages after a minute, “was metal as fuck, baby.” He sniffs, shakes his head, and laughs. “Of course. Of course I’ll marry you. We’ll flip off the whole of the government together.”
“Hell yeah,” Steve says, grinning, and stands. “Before you put the ring on, though, there’s something I want you to see.” He turns it, points out the inscription on the inside, and Eddie tackles him with a yell, and they both go down laughing.
“Baby,” Eddie manages after a minute. “Holy shit. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Yeah?” Steve asks rhetorically, and they both watch as he slides the ring onto his fiancé’s finger.
It’s a perfect fit.
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thecutepoison · 12 days
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Guys, I'm kinda freaking out... we learned last episode that in the abscence of the previously estipulated successors, the position of principal of aguefort would fall upon the student's council president, right?
I'm going to state the obvious for a second. It's a given that Kipperlily is trying to win the election for more reasons than a personal achievement. She was 100% aware of the gap in the rules, which would mean Aguerfort's joke would be interpreted as the only manifestation of his will. This is the girl who said she's busy studying the student government and takes active joy in finding loopholes in the rules (like acing the year bc the rogue teacher found her).
But what is her angle here? It's a powerful position for sure, but the Rat Grinder's must be after something specific. So I started asking myself what specifically would help them in the plan of raising this Forgotten God from the dead. Aguefort's office must have dangerous items aplenty given the incident with the crown and his general personality. Do they want access to that?
Then it dawned on me.
Lydia Barkrock's body is under the fucking school.
For those who don't remember, in sophomore year it was revealed that Arthur Aguefort cloned Lydia while she was sleeping and placed her soul into a new body, hiding her original one in the depths beneath the school. Crazy ass move bc he did that without warning her, but that's what prevented Kalina from permanently killing Lydia in season 2 - upon the clone's death, she gained consciousness in her original body.
It's only fair to assume that Aguefort made this precaution again after sophomore year for the same reason: Lydia's death would entail Bakur's escape. And if Kipperlily is elected and becomes the principal... it's very likely she would have access to Lydia's original body since it's on school ground. Her vulnerable, unconscious body, the only thing preventing the fiend from escaping.
That's really bad, guys. Bakur knows how to do the divine ressurection ritual, he only failed because he picked the wrong place. But the Rat Grinders do know a place that would work!! Kipperlily specifically asked Jawbone about Yes! and he did tell her that this god was created by Kristen when she died in Prom and went to corn heaven. So, a god was born in corn heaven - that's why the Rat Grinders personally requested Buddy Dawn, a cleric of Helio. Maybe by using him, they can pass through the pearly gates to perform the ritual. After all, Arthur Aguefort did the same thing using Kristen.
Basically, if Lydia dies, all pieces fall in place for them. Together with Bakur, they have all the info necessary to pull this God from the Astral Plane back to existence. They would just have to kill her unconscious body and slay the clone holding her soul. What they lack right now is the access, which solved by gaining the position of principal.
PS: Also, there's a rat society under the school?? Perhaps it's close to where Lydia's body is localized?? Idk Brennan is insane
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noname-404s-blog · 8 months
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-Tales by Gendys
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desmorotu · 7 days
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more redacted headcanons!!!
some might be angsty? most of them?
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- i saw a hc where milo isn’t necessarily short, but the other guys are just unbelievably tall. in my head milo is 5’11, ash is 6’5, and david is 6’9. tank is the only one who looks deceiving bc they’re like 5’10 in my head but their wolf is as big as david’s. ppl from the outside make the joke that shaw security is secretly a tall person club
- guy was a music major before he switched to writing. i mentioned it in his playlist post but i get those vibes HARD. he also writes honey poetry because he knows they secretly like it
- i like the idea that darlin and angel came from a rough family upbringing because 1. it’s relatable to a lot of ppl and 2. it would explain why tank shoves themselves into harms way and why angel is so outgoing now. it shows different responses to trauma imo.
- babe sometimes has crippling panic attacks on the thought of angel being a latent empowered and leaving them alone as the unempowered person of the group, but in my mind babe is the latent one and they’re a fire elemental.
- sweetheart feels guilty sometimes for being empowered while the other mates aren’t. they know it has absolutely nothing to do with them and that they can’t do anything about it, but sometimes they feel a pang in their heart at the fact that the other two won’t feel their core swell and warm up when looking at their mates.
- starlight has night terrors about the time they fell down—both times. they also think about when avior fell and they can’t help but intrusively picture what he looked like when he finally landed. it makes them physically ill. avior has to be extra careful when talking back about their experiences sometimes.
- lovely is still goes to therapy every week to work through the trauma of adam, dying, and now they’ve added the summit on top of that. they’re withering away into a husk of themselves. they’re so exhausted with dealing with all of this pressure, but they’d do anything for vincent (and i think that’s going to be their downfall).
- gavin has been brought to tears on multiple occasions at the thought that freelancer loves him for him and not just because he’s an incubus. he’s had to muffle his sobs because he genuinely does not know how he deserved someone so loving. he hasn’t brought it up to them yet.
- i think that freelancer is on the ace spectrum (greysexual maybe?) and that gavin was the only person they’ve ever really had sex with, or wanted to have sex with. they trusted him enough to “show them the ropes” and he built their confidence to where it is now. gavin helped build their relationship with sex and while they’re still on the spectrum, they’re more positive about it and they enjoy that kind of intimacy with him.
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that’s all that i can squeeze out of my brain rn >:( i haven’t been on tumblr that much and UGH it’s just bc my real life is more interesting than my redacted life (which is a very good thing, but still it makes me sad) and i have no motivation to post 💔 but here are some hcs that have been on my mind lately :3 i hope they make sense
k byeee 💟
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