Adventures in Rambling

Current fixation: Stranger Things; Side Fixations: 911, Teen Wolf (again), Critical Role (all campaigns), and whatever else I see that sparks joy. My AO3 is sparkysparky

[queenofshenanigans]

WIP POSTING

So I've decided that Summer 2026 is the summer of WIP Amnesty, so to speak. I've got a bunch of things languishing in Ellipsus, and I'm giving myself permission to post them as-is on AO3, with the hope/goal of updating them slowly but surely over the summer.

I started with a new chapter of Second Chance at First Love (and Third Base) and the first chapter of The Knight's Tale AU With Magic.

So we're going to see how this goes!

Snippet from Second Chance under the cut.

By the end of the first week of their arrangement, Eddie had come to one unfortunate but unavoidable conclusion: having Steve around made everything easier. He'd slotted into orbit around the Munson household like he'd always been there. The twins loved him, Seth hung on his every word, and the house had never been cleaner. Wayne was even doing his exercises daily without complaint, and Eddie hadn't come across an illicit burger all week, something he'd have said was an impossible task a month ago. Steve managed it all—the twins' escapades, Wayne's PT, Seth's incessant questions about baseball, even Eddie's work schedule—with a calm voice, steady hand, and dry humor. The effortless competency with which Steve took control was driving him a little bit crazy.

It also pissed him the hell off.

"Stupid, sexy Steve," he muttered as he let himself into the house, fresh from a meeting with Chrissy, who had called him that morning in as close to a panic as he'd ever heard her. At least, not since high school. So he was too preoccupied by the bombshell she'd dropped—and definitely not his thoughts of stupid, sexy Steve—to notice the small figure sitting in front of the door, pulling on shoes, and promptly tripped over himself to avoid stepping on her. He banged his elbow against the doorframe, and fell backwards out the door, down the steps. He managed to keep his feet, but only just. "Ow, fuck."

"Grown-ups shouldn't fucking swear in front of children," Sami told him, sounding too pleased with herself. He very maturely didn't call her out on her word choices. "Or call their dads stupid and sexy."

"Yeah, well, kids shouldn't eavesdrop on adults." He rubbed his elbow, which stung from where he'd smacked it. "So let's call it even." He sidestepped around her, and was surprised he didn't catch on fire from how hard she glared at him.

Seemed like there was at least one other person as pissed off about the whole situation as he was.

Read chapter 4 on AO3, or start from the Beginning

[bees-reads]

I’m obsessed with the idea of Shane figuring out he can use his big beautiful doe eyes to get anything he wants.

He just widens his eyes, makes them a bit glassy and Ilya folds like a damn chair.

After a while Ilya figures out what he’s doing and screws his eyes shut to avoid looking at Shane.

Ilya: no Shane no I know what you’re doing, put your eyes away. You will not use your wicked spells on me today

Shane: Ilya will you just look at me please

Ilya always ends up looking at Shane because he can’t resist him and Shane gets his way every single darn time.

[smokingrozanov]

Scott Hunter: that better be ginger ale, rook!

Shane, remembering the single time he got drunk in high school where he climbed so far up a tree that the fire department had to come get him down: It is Mr. Hunter I wouldn’t indulge in front of you…

[queerturnofphrase]

[tinytalkingtina]

Eddie Munson's Guide to Demons, Hellhounds, and Other Minions of Satan

@steddiebbang project #013

Time to reveal my project for the 2026 Steddie Big Bang! Excited to work with tombfiends and @drwhoisginnyholmes this year, it's gonna be a blast.

Rating: M Estimated Word Count: 10-15k Relationships: Steve/Eddie, Steve & his parents, Eddie & Steve's parents, Eddie & the CC Boys, Steve & Dustin Characters: Dan [Mr.] Harrington, Olivia [Mrs.] Harrington, the CC Boys, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley Tags: Humor, Misunderstandings, Steve Harrington Has Good Parents, Catholic Wayne, D'art Lives, 'Demon' Steve Harrington, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson is Oblivious and Bisexual, Bisexual Steve, Steve is Eddie's Bisexual Awakening, Aftermath of Starcourt, S5 Doesn't Happen Don't Worry About It, Minor Canon Divergence from S2 Onwards

Summary:

After El closes the inter-dimensional gate to the Upside Down in November 1984, D'art doesn't perish thanks to the protective powers of sugar. He goes on to form a bond with his new 'pack' of humans and continues to evolve in unexpected ways. The demodog eventually comes under the primary ownership of Steve Harrington. Steve, recovering from his severe concussion and without sports to keep him occupied, is still in search of a friend who isn't thirteen years old. Enter Eddie Munson. Eddie's second senior year is supposed to be devoted to important things like figuring out how to break the spirits of the newest members of Hellfire with a diabolical 50-foot tall goose-dragon, or passing Kaminsky's next test for once. But that's before he comes across the fallen king of Hawkins High and his pet hellhound. And what is Eddie supposed to do with the information that Steve Harrington is apparently a demon in disguise besides figure out what the guy's diabolical intentions in the middle of nowhere Indiana are? He clearly has no choice but to undergo an undercover mission and befriend Steve, all while resisting his hellish charms as the two of them grow closer. or: Four times Eddie Munson is convinced Steve Harrington has to be a demon, and one time he finds out the much weirder truth

Enjoy a snippet below the cut!

February 1985 Two albums (filled with music that Eddie would never admit to finding catchy) later, Steve finally got up to use the bathroom. Eddie sprung up and put his totally not all that ill-conceived plan into action, pulling out his canteen filled with the finest and holiest of waters Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy had to offer. Or more accurately, the finest water Eddie could pilfer while Wayne was busy talking to the priest outside, but that was fine. This was in service to ensuring the devil couldn't walk among them at full power! Steve had left his glass of water sitting there completely defenseless and half-full on his desk, so Eddie gulped it down as fast as he could and replaced it with his contraband H₂O. Surely this would prove his theories correct at last. Worst case Steve's human shell would melt off and he'd head back to hell for a little unexpected leave time. When he returned, Steve took a sip and…nothing happened. He smacked his lips a couple times, scratched his stomach, then went right back to his spot at the top of the bed without a care in the world. Goddammit! You know, now that Eddie thought about it, maybe the anti-evil properties of holy water were lost when one committed a sin to obtain it. Perhaps it had to be freely distributed to the masses during Mass. Plus, Wayne had been thrilled he'd wanted to go on Sunday for once. The power of a disappointed father figure could really mess with the aura given off by the…water. And Jesus. Or something. Regardless of any higher authority's opinion on the subject, Eddie was back to square one once again.

[ilyapasta]

Shane “do it scared, but do it” Hollander. We forget to put respect on his name. Shane applying an achievement mentally to everything he does. Shane saying, fine, I’ll fucking do it:

Go to Tampa, get his man ✅

Show his man that he cares ✅

Get man to his luxury wilderness getaway, ply him with burgers and beer and kicking around a soccer ball and video games and honestly and tenderness and solitude ✅

Make plan to keep man forever, AND preserve their fucking lives and careers ✅

Look at parents and says “no actually he fucks me good and I love him, no more lies, and also we’re all gonna be a family now I’m done with compartmentalizing” ✅

Win another fucking Stanley cup using latent adrenaline and serotonin from landing hottest baddie in the NHL ✅

Propose marriage like a boss: candles, ring, forgot second ring but who cares, carpet frottage, sincerity ✅

“I choose him. Come on, Ilya.” ✅✅✅✅✅✅

[ilyapasta]

Pour one out for yourself if you identify with Shane but instead of going for your hot man it’s being hyper-competent at work and you get extra work due to said competence 😫

[dateamonster]

you could never make me hate magitech/scifantasy settings. fantasy and scifi are two beuatiful women to me and they are kissing with tongue.

[fforsythiaaa]

Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.

[hypokeimena]

#'this is present in the text' is often a good first step #but those second and third ones (naming it; describing its function) are vital (via @elucubrare)

[gregtom]

[k-simplex-deactivated20241001]

Happy Pride

[bees-reads]

You just know that baby Shane was the grumpiest, most serious, chubbiest little thing.

All the photos they have of him with different family members picture him frowning with a little pout. He only ever smiled when he was in David or Yuna’s arms despite other people trying to make him laugh.

Ilya absolutely adores looking at these photos and cannot get over how cute Shane was. His favourite photo of baby Shane was from Shane’s first Halloween where he was dressed up as a little cat. The first time Ilya saw it he was like “omg Shanya you were actually an angry kitten!! This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Look at your little pout!”. And ever since he’s been trying to get Shane to dress up as a cat again for Halloween to recreate the photo.

[standards123]

a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant “two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’” “got it. check my dashboard” “that skeleton gif you like is back again” he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”

[teathattast]

[morganbritton132]

The funniest pre-canon scenario is whatever Steve was doing at the Wheelers house that made all of Mike's friends think he was a douchebag.

[almyranpine]

really good tiktok

Transcript:

Girl, just do it fat. Don’t wait until you’ve lost enough weight. You’re worthy of taking up the space that you fill. Live your life now. Don’t wait for some future version of yourself that you think will be more deserving. You have every right to pursue your passions and dreams just as you are today. Your worth isn’t tied to a number on a scale or the size of your clothes; it is inherent in who you are. You’re allowed to be seen, heard, and celebrated in whatever body you inhabit right now. Don’t let anyone or anything convince you for too long. So go out. Do it fat! Wear the clothes you love, pursue the opportunities that excite you, and live unapologetically. There’s no reason to put off living the life that you want, waiting for a moment that you’re not even sure will come. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled just as you are, and the world needs you exactly as you are today. Everything good that has ever happened to you, happened in this body. Girl, just do it fat.

[spin-the-wheel-polls]

How about a wheel for specific cat breeds?

you have been turned into this cat breed!

How do you feel!

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

I'm happy!

:3

ew.

Remaining time: 5 days 18 hours

:33

[cirgaydian-rhythm]

HOLY SHIT DEVON REX AAAAA MY CURLY FLUFFY BBYYYYYSSSS

LOOKIT THESE CUTIES I'D BE SO STOKED TO BE THIS KIND OF CAT

[leebrontide]

Of course I got chronic pain breed.

[drakensberg-blog]

The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

[poupon]

how dare you say we piss on the poor

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[bambicoded]