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Hiiiiii! I'm signed up for this years @steddiebingo so I will be updating this pinned post with a link to each new entry/prompt fill and crossing out each completed square to track my progress!
If you want to follow along, I will be posting both here and on AO3!
every ad is a personal insult to everyone who sees it and i’m not kidding
I'm paying my internet bill for you to use MY bandwidth to put your horrid images and videos on MY screen, draining MY device's power, wasting MY time? 10000 giant murder hornets forever.
sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices
everyone I am happy to announce that the stevebucky fanfic author I had in mind while writing this post has officially reblogged it.
please watch this two second clip from santa clarita diet
mah shErbet.,, mah sp ᵒᵒⁿ
the transcription is 100% accurate and yet still doesn’t do it justice somehow
jessica rabbit is literally a sex symbol though she can't be asexual?
she is in romo with a rabbit because he makes her laugh and aside from using her looks to get things out of people she literally never once shows interest in anything or anyone sexually through the entire movie and is clearly appalled when anyone makes advances towards her like there is canonical evidence that jessica rabbit from the classic motion picture who framed rogger rabbit is an asexual character
I am here as fuck for this. Jessica Rabbit for new asexual icon.
“She can’t be asexual because she’s hot tho”
“I can only see her as a sexual object so I can’t imagine her not wanting to have sex with me.”
I’ve always remembered the line “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way” as Jessica’s admission that while sexualized, she isn’t inherently a sexual entity.
I mean hell, literally, her line before is “You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do.”, to which Eddie responds; “You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do.”
I think that’s pretty damning evidence to her asexuality. The whole plot point with Jessica is how everyone is either convinced she’s sleeping with every human and toon around, or why does she stay faithful to Roger.
Who Framed Roger Rabbit does a great job at satirizing Hollywood/American culture and ideals when it comes to appearances. It also does a great job at hiding some really well thought out challenges to how we look at others in plain sight.
I completely believe that Jessica Rabbit is an asexual romantic (hetero/bi/pan/etc not sure, and to be honest, I don’t know if that part is important, as she’s married to the toon she loves).
I LOVE this headcanon <3
This is important!
This headcanon is just so perfect I had to draw it
#JessicaRabbitForAsexualIcon
I am here for this
Just wanted to leave ya’ll something nice since ya have to see so much aphobia on this acc
Little known fact, restless leg syndrome is actually a consequence of being a land mermaid who hasn’t transformed in too long so your need to be in tail form is what’s making your legs itchy inside
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⛓️💥 Dom steve you say??? 👀
Dom Steve my beloveddddd!!!!
“Don’t lie,” Steve exhales, his words hot against Eddie’s skin, “not to me.” Those fingers press harder, Steve’s thumb on his chin to force open his jaw. “Tell me the truth,” Steve murmurs, his tone leaving no room for argument, Eddie already feeling himself fill out in the confines of his briefs. “I--” Eddie’s voice cracks, and he has to swallow roughly before he can manage to speak again. “I want to.” It comes out like a plea, the past twenty years of pent up horniness finally bursting forth, the temptation of having Steve exactly as he always dreamed overtaking him. “I want to with you.” Steve kisses him. And it’s not sweet or gentle or soft. Steve kisses him like he wants to devour the soul of him, like if Steve were to press his tongue deep enough he could drink the nectar of it straight from the depths of Eddie’s mouth and it feels like being claimed.
Request: Hop & Joyce don't really like or trust Steve & he knows it. He can tell by their behavior towards him. Post spring break from Hell, Steve tears into them both after they insinuate that it's his fault for the kids being hurt. Steve YELLING at them in front of the party bc he is injured more grievously than the kids & he once again protected them, to the detriment of himself.
Joyce & Hop are forced to acknowledge that their behavior was cruel. And they have to apologize but Steve doesn't accept their apology straight away.
I am usually such a sucker for Hopper adopting Steve and treating him as his own that this was really difficult. Like, maybe top 5 most difficult things I have ever written. It's kind of short, but I wanted more of the focus to be on people standing up for Steve and Steve standing up for himself than the actual angsty part. My darling, I hope it lives up to expectations! -Mickala ❤️
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“I guess I just don’t understand how Max ended up like this if Steve was supposed to be protecting them all.”
Joyce’s words echoed in Steve’s head.
She was whispering to Hopper in the waiting room, but it was surprisingly quiet, and easy to hear just about anything.
The kids were asleep on the couches, waiting for any news on Max or Eddie, but the nurses told them it could be hours. Hours were a long time to wait when someone was bleeding out and the other someone had multiple broken bones and was unconscious.
Steve felt untethered, his connection to the earth cut the moment he saw what happened to Eddie, pushed into a dangerous orbit when he saw what happened to Max.
“He’s never really let me down like this. Did you hear Dustin say he thinks he was distracted by Eddie?” Hopper asked quietly.
“What did he mean by that?” Joyce paused. “Oh. Do you think so?” Steve couldn’t see their faces, couldn’t see the way they were having a silent conversation within a conversation. “It wouldn’t be the first time Steve let his romantic feelings get in the way of their safety.”
And that really wasn’t fair.
Sometimes I forget that Steve isn’t canonically bisexual
I tap the mic. “Most people don’t want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.”
the crowd murmurs uncertainly.
“If someone wants to steal your dog,” I continue, “there are easier ways to do that. They don’t have to crawl into a chimney.”
Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.
“People disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,” I shout. “Literally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?”
“I have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!” Someone yells, throwing a shoe.
“You seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?” Another cries.
“Only a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!” Says a third.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid
This is a metaphor
and a little extra long something from 💋
Will the Wise tries to detect other magics that might be in the room, but once again they’re left with no leads. This is the quietest start to a fight they’ve ever had. Nog tries for another trap door somewhere, something that a threat could come out of, and yet that leads nowhere as well. He’s left standing bereft in the empty room, looking from friend to friend with no idea where to go next. Out of nowhere, the room quickly starts filling with fog, a creeping sort of mist that obstructs their view. It’s like the room has been completely engulfed in clouds, and no one can see anything past their own noses. “Uh, guys?” Beeve calls out, hands held in front of him like he can somehow find Frau and Bobbin, though he knows they’re a few feet away, still. He has to get to them, he has to find them, but before he’s able, something reaches out whip-quick and the sound of Tayr hitting the floor echoes through the chamber.
👻for WIP Weekend please!
I’m a Ghost and You Are a Shadow continued from (x)
Nearly everything was as he remembered it in his own shower, same products in their same places, seemingly untouched. They were the only products on the shower shelves, all neatly lined up and tidy, as if waiting for their owner to come back and use them, like he'd never left, or just stepped out for a moment. It felt weird to reach for them, like he was intruding again — the same way he felt in the bedroom closet. He bent to grab Robin's shampoo instead.
👻 please!
I’m a Ghost and You Are a Shadow continued from (x)
The hair products were scattered and cluttered in the corners of the tub, stuff he could imagine Eddie and Robin kicking around and moving every time they used them. Some were half-opened and goopy, dripping conditioner onto the tiles, just as chaotic as their owners. There were familiar products, too — ones that clearly belonged to the Steve of this world.
also gonna be evil and ask for BOTH big bang wips muahahahaaaaa happy wip weekend 💪💕✨
Alrighty, two secret snips:
And an extra long snip of 👨🍳 for both, continued from (x)
Mike looked ready to protest, but Steve knew protesting would just make him seem insecure, which was the last thing Mike Wheeler would ever want to be in front of Steve Harrington. Instead, the boy sniffed, and straightened up, a serious mask dropping over his face. He could tell it was wobbly, though — Mike wasn’t exactly used to hiding his emotions the way Steve had grown up doing, like the facade was a second skin instead of just a mask. “Well, fine, I guess Robin can stay.” He crossed his arms, like he was the authority on the matter, and Steve caught Robin’s eye above his head. She winked at him, gesturing a quick “OK” with her hands before walking over to the island and sitting down next to the rest of the twerps. “What are we making, again?” Robin asked as she slumped in the seat, hand catching her chin in a cradle. “Koogle,” Mike answered. “It’s Kugel.” “Whatever.”
