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hairmetal666 · 2 months
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He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.
Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.
And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.
Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.
And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.
"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.
"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.
True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?
"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."
And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.
"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"
Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.
"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."
Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."
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jjkspinterest · 4 months
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I keep seeing people talk about Yuuji time traveling to the Heian Era and couldn't stop thinking about it, so have whatever this is
Yuuji, who's been repeatedly traumatized by and absolutely hates Sukuna, unknowingly time traveling to the Heian Era and immediately sees Sukuna, so he goes and harasses Sukuna thinking he's at fault for whatever's happening
Sukuna, suddenly being harassed by a random child littered with scars and wearing the weirdest clothing he's ever seen, very confused... and intrigued: *staring very hard at Yuuji* ...interesting
Yuuji, stopping short because he's only ever been called boring or annoying by Sukuna: Huh!?
(And then they live happily ever after)
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shyestofhearts · 1 year
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Jason: Damian, are you okay?
Damian, pausing his computer game and turning around: What?
Jason: There's a knife in your shoulder
Damian: Yea. It was a gift, so just leave it
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weewoobrainrot · 2 years
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every morning rooster tries to cook hangman breakfast. rooster isn't exactly the best cook and his cooking is hit or miss. most of the time the scrambled eggs don't work out, he ends up burning them, but he tries every morning nonetheless. when this happens, however, he doesn't tell hangman that he cooks and hangman thinks rooster only cooks every now and then. hangman doesn't know that he tries every morning until he gets up earlier than usual one morning and sees rooster throwing out the burnt eggs, mumbling something to himself while grabbing bread to make some toast. he gets up the next day to see bradley failing again. he gets it on the third day, but burns them again on the fourth. hangman doesn't have the heart to tell him he knows, so he just rooster continue, because the smile on his face when he doesn't burn the eggs is one of his favourite things in the world
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random oneshot abt someone seeing Jason's last name :p
"ID? " the cashier asked, as she slid the bottle of wine across the scanner (wtf is it called).
Jason silently cursed the others for making him buy the wine, of all things.
None the less, Jason slid his ID across the desk.
"Jason grace?" She asked.
"Yes,thats me ma'am."
"Any chance you're related to the late actress Berly(is that how u spell it?) Grace? She was a fine woman."
Jason forced himself not to freeze at the mention of his mother. Instead he calmly said, "Her son's name was Jackson Grace,and he died at the age of three. "
The cashier nodded slowly and Jason really wished he could get out of the small shop.
"Well uh my friends are waiting out side, so..." He said, well more like asked.
"Oh!" She exclaimed."of course!"
Jason put enough money to pay for the drink on the desk before mumbling a quick, "thank you. " and grabbing his ID and the wine.
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krekee · 2 years
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If ur doing requests, can I have a drawing of Lin with a tall masc gf oc?
Have no idea how to make ocs but here you go! (Also had to google what 'oc' means bc english isn't my first language 🫢)
My only guess she prob works in united forces so they met somewhere at work. Anything else? If only i knew...
P.s. let me know if you wanted something specific bc im still not sure how i feel about this 😭
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spikybanana · 2 years
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@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: gunpowder - tw: unhealthy relationship. vaguely. can be considered both canon and part of the figure skaters au
Sirius had this way of staring at Remus. Gazing with a look so intense Remus used to think Sirius might have been gearing up to punch him in the face. Sure, he had no reason to, but why’d he look at Remus like that?
That was before Sirius kissed him. 
At which point, something in him unstoppered and Remus dived headfirst down the hundred-feet waterfall. He was soaring, breathless, he’d never known anything like it all his life.
But only too late did he realise the brake was going to hurt. He should have known better than to fall, really, given what he was, who he was. He should have listened to the crown jewel of a cycle of insecurity and cowardice, and stayed away. He should have learnt to tell the difference between the look before a fist or a kiss, then he wouldn’t be caught in this constant torture of guessing, second guessing Sirius’ every move, every intention. So really, the shallow pool at the foot of the waterfall was entirely his own. Who else was there to blame?
And when disaster struck, Remus wished he believed there was more to blame Sirius for. But even though Sirius had been the one to light the match, he’d been the weapon of destruction. He’d been the gunpowder.
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koma-time · 2 years
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Johnny Don't Leave Me + Lawrusso
The LaRusso's are a well-known mafia family, and Johnny Lawrence just broke Daniel LaRusso's heart.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 days
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Expertise can't help you here.
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shopcat · 11 months
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the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place
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herd-reject-arts · 10 months
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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
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Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
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Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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uncanny-tranny · 3 months
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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coolerdracula · 21 days
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saying “visual style" because, for example, if you would swap your current wardrobe for an identical, ethically made counterpart, there would be no visible change
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arabian-batboy · 1 year
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Don’t play with me now, this better be for real-
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egophiliac · 1 month
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was gonna wait 'til I'd done all the poms, but it's been a day, so have Vil with a Salazzle 🍎
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akantorrr · 4 months
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