#it’s tiiiiiiiiiime

[starrystevie]

🌿 where the spirit meets the bones 🌿

an appalachian eddie munson fic written for @steddiebang with art by @paintedpatroclus

after finding out that his father passed away and that the munson family home in tennessee is now wayne’s, eddie munson makes his way back to the little house nestled on the outskirts of the appalachian mountains. he brings along someone to help with the heavy lifting, to help carry boxes and clean out the junk the house has accumulated over the years. in walks steve harrington with his hands and arms open and ready to do much more than just the heavy lifting. together, the two work through eddie’s grief and anger, acceptance and closure. it’s all wrapped up in a family house in the mountains of east tennessee. it’s where eddie learns how to let go, how to let people in, and how to live as free as the winds blowing through the overgrown weeds. and if it means seeing steve trying to catch crawdads in the sunshine and seeing the stars twinkling in his eyes in the moonlight, then eddie’s happy to be along for the ride.

read here on ao3

#mariah carey voice: ITS TIIIIIIIIIIME #my writing #steddie #steddie big bang #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #appalachian eddie munson #literally don't know what else to tag i'm all a flurry right now #here enjoy this graphic i threw together in like 5 seconds thanks to canva

[punishedcrow]

resident lover MC birth name is Mariah Carey

#resident lover #OH OH OOOOH #ITS TIIIIIIIIIIME #3am posting #3am insanity

[itsxirenex]

alexa play all i want for christmas by mariah carey

#lance stroll #its tiiiiiiiiiime #merry christmas i guess

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

6x05 - The Hurt Locker, Part Two

It Must Have Been Love - Kitty Wilde and Spencer + New Directions

“This... doesn't mean anything. The only reason that we're doing this is because it's the only way that Sue's gonna let us out.”

“Because Sue is forcing us.”

“Forcing us.”

#glee #my stuff #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #kurt hummel in every performance #song: it must have been love #episode: the hurt locker part two #scene of all tiiiiiiiiiime #god i love this scene #also kurt looks SO good im surprised blaine didnt fold sooner

[smoothiedoodles]

Season Finale of Señorita Cometa marks me doin a lil tradition oooof

Making art of @arechanga 's Señorita Cometa till it comes back 🩵🩵

THAT SEASON FINALE WAS ILLEGAL OH MY GOOOOD

#artful pictures #webtoon originals #señorita cometa #[Mariah Carrey voice] ITS TIIIIIIIIIIME #LMAO IMMA SPACE THESE OUT THIS TIME INSTEAD OF DOING A TWITTER DUMP

[throughtrialbyfire]

TESfest Day 2 - Beloved

the earliest memory of an alchemist/future dragonborn word count - 910

The sound of motion downstairs woke him up. The subtle creak of the rocking chair his father rested in, imported from Alinor, wooden furniture a rarity in Valenwood. The sound echoed out into the dark of the family home, the tick of a clock, the rolling of the winds outside.

Creeping downstairs in the dark, Emeros grasped the wall for support, small hands running along the surface. He turned, facing the living room. His father sat near the door, sword resting in his lap, thrumming with freshly charged enchantment.

Creak. Creak.

Emeros gazed into the dark, the shadows on his father's face. The older elf, tall as the many trees that surrounded their home, wearily watched the door. The windows. The hum of night insects and nocturnal animals blared in Emeros' ears as he stood in the shadows of the hall, half-frozen. As though he'd done something wrong.

His father craned his neck, the moonlight catching against the circles under the half-Altmer's eyes, the grim draw of his mouth. As though he hadn't slept in days. He still wore his work clothes. Spotting the figure of his young child, he pat the knee of his trousers, beckoning him closer. Emeros slowly, awkwardly, stumbled over to the figure of his father, dark eyes seeming all the darker in the night. The only light drew in from outside, silvery-pink hues of the moons, twisting around the stars.

His father gingerly pressed a large palm between his shoulder blades, the fabric of the boy's nightshirt rumpling beneath the touch. The child rested his head on his father's knee, staring out into the dark. The ticking of the clock lulled at him, sweeping away the fullness of silence. The door, parted, allowed a cool breeze to filter into the home. He closed his eyes as his father ruffled his hair, the half-Altmer's hand gilded in the dim.

For a moment, they remained in this peace. The slow rocking of the chair that filled the air, father and son, sword across the older's lap.

"Go back to bed, Em, you need your rest." The rumble of his father's voice startled the Bosmer child at first, and he looked up into that face he knew so well, lined with the years and warmed by the sun of his Aldmeri homeland. Instead, the child buried his face against his father's knee. Silent protest. The man laughed, and after a moment spent glancing from the top of Emeros' head to the door, he set his sword aside and pulled his son into his arms, patting his back, standing. "Come on, boy, it's past bedtime."

"Don't wanna," the child yawned against his father's shoulder, causing the other to laugh again, shaking his head.

"I know. Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do, but that's what life is," he murmured as he carried the bundle up the stairs, using his side to push the bedroom door open. He set Emeros on the side of the mattress, helping him crawl in and pulling the covers to his shoulders.

In the silence, he sat, running fingers through Emeros' thick, dark hair. Just like his mothers. The man sighed and spoke, "you know we love you, right?"

Half-asleep, the boy nodded. He was only three, he couldn't sense the dread that permeated everything his father said that night.

"We love you. And we always will, Emeros. Gods willing, you'll know it."

"Mhm."

Emeros buried his cheek against the pillow. Warm, secure. The light drew deeper into the room, moons that cast ghastly depths on his father's face, sleepless nights etched on his features, his light hair tugged back in a ribbon.

His wife, had muttered prayers over their son all night, her voice still in the back of his mind. As she bathed him and dressed him and combed his hair, she murmured Bosmeri prayers to Y'ffre and told their son in shushed, gentle words, that she loved him. They both did. They'd done everything for this boy. Their first, and their only. The most beloved gift the gods could give them. They had done everything they could.

A kiss to Emeros' forehead, the boy already drifting into sleep. His father rose slowly, carefully, as not to wake his son, footsteps quieted along the floor, same form he took on a hunt. He passed his wife, seated in their room, charging her own weapons. Her palms grasped the soul gem as she passed it over a blade, light twisting in phantasmic paths from the stone to the sword. They met eyes.

Neither spoke.

He crept back to his chair and sat down, pulling the sword into his lap. It hummed against his fingers, and he wrapped and unwrapped the digits around the hilt.

Outside, the flush of winds and ringing of night birds.

Inside, the creak of the chair.

His stomach twisted. Something slithered in the air. He'd known it from the moment he woke up this morning, he and his wife both, that this would be the night. Experienced hunters had a sense for when they became the prey.

The shadows swelled around him, the living room all too quiet.

Sleep was an elusive daedroth these days, tantalizing him from the distance. But as a strange warmth threatened to overwhelm his body and consciousness began to slip away, Cyrellon Nightlock realized one thing.

He could no longer hear the ticking of the clock.

#tesfest23 #tesblr #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fic #ldb #bosmer #oc ; emeros #oc ; cyrellon nightlock #my writing #backstory tiiiiiiiiiime <3

[trixterdark]

🥶🥳🎄THE CHRISTMAS QUEEN HAS DEFROSTED 🥶🥳🎄

#mariah carey #Christmas #IT'S TIIIIIIIIIIME #tiktok

[ear-motif]

shoutout to the dub actor that voiced a side character for one line and put his WHOLE pussy into it

#DAMMIT whys my mom so USELESS #shes never hear to pick me up on tIIIIIIIIIIME #death noting

[travisdermotts]

HAPPY DAVIS SCHNEIDER IN THE STARTING LINEUP TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

#IT'S TIIIIIIIIIIME #jays lb #jays

[phoenixfangs]

me yesterday: im gonna knuckle down and really focus at work tomorrow!! im not gonna get distracted!! im gonna do my research and start fixing th eproblem that i keep getting yelled at to fix >:)

me today: [scrolling that damn dashboard again]

#mine #nobodys actually yelling at me to do anything. i think im just yelling at myself #like. yelling at my adhd. because im taking my medicine but im still not Doing anything #so maybe im yelling at my laziness and my desire to looka t Fun stuff instead of serious stuff #or i Feel like someone should be yelling at me. so im grabbing myself by the shoulders and shaking myself and screaming WHAT ARE U DOING. #WHY. WHY SPONGEBOB. WHY DID U SET ME ON FIRE SPONGEBOB? WHY DIDNT U JUST WRITE UR ESSAY?? STOP WASTING TIIIIIIIIIIME #something to that effect.

[starrypawz]

And here we go

#the passenger game #it's time it's time it's tiiiiiiiiiime

[ailinggenerator]

{{ooooooooooooooh my gog we're gettiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing pulled ooooooooooover rn}}

#{{teeeeeeeeeeeeext}} #{{the boss looks liiiiiiiiiiiike he's aaaaaaaaaaabout to shiiiiiiiiiiit his paaaaaaaaants rn}} #{{thaaaaaaaaaaats what happeeeeeeeeeens when yoooooooou manage a shiiiiiiiiiip like this i gueeeeeeeess}} #{{aaaaaaaat least i'll be unpluuuuuuuuuuuugged for the tiiiiiiiiiime being}}

[lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks]

im defrosting

#itS TIIIIIIIIIIME 🎵🎵

[teletyped]

14!

14. Make more noise of you by harunemuri!!!

#text #asks #ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIIIIIIIIIIME #THANKS U ROWAN

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

2x20 - Prom Queen

Isn’t She Lovely? - Artie Abrams

“A prom proposal!”

#glee #kurt hummel #my stuff #kurt hummel in every performance #song: isn’t she lovely? #episode: prom queen #episode of all tiiiiiiiiiime #hes so cute in this scene omg #look how happy he is!!!

[sheepkebby]

In so much turmoil cus I gotta finish the comic for chapter 7 and I also have a commission to work on and I also have some character designs to make and I also wanna make gift art for my friends and also I want to draw Keith with different mobility aids and I wanna draw a self portrait and I haven't drawn my fursona in a while and my life is so hard. It's harder than anyone else's.

#SO MANY THINGS TO DRAWWWWWWWWW SO LITTLE TIIIIIIIIIIME #RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH #kebby rambles