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-ᴅɴɪ-
ᴍɪɴᴏʀs (ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ sꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ)
ᴀɴᴛɪ-ʟɢʙᴛǫ
ᴘʀᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ
ʀᴀᴄɪsᴛ
ᴘʀᴏsʜɪᴘ
ᴘʀᴏᴀɴᴀ/ᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ
ᴀɴᴛɪ ᴀɢᴇʀᴇ
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ
-ɴᴀᴠᴀɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ-
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.
- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!
- Bee-men.
- Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
...9:15.
That concludes our ceremonies.
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it's just orientation.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
This is it!
Wow.
Wow.
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
Our top-secret formula
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
into this soothing sweet syrup
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...
Honey!
- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.
- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.
But choose carefully
because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.
What's the difference?
You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off
in 27 million years.
So you'll just work us to death?
We'll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
Like what? Give me one example.
I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Wait a second. Oheck it out.
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.
I've never seen them this close.
They know what it's like
outside the hive.
Yeah, but some don't come back.
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
You guys did great!
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.
Their day's not planned.
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right.
Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?
Distant. Distant.
Look at these two.
- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.
What were you doing during this?
Trying to alert the authorities.
I can autograph that.
A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty.
We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised me.
You decide what you're interested in?
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.
You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
I'm so proud.
- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
Yeah, right.
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!
One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!
Wow!
Oouple of newbies?
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice.
- You want to go first?
- No, you go.
Oh, my. What's available?
Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
Wax monkey's always open.
The Krelman opened up again.
What happened?
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!
Oh, this is so hard!
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?
Barry!
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...
What happened to you?
Where are you?
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?
- Out there.
- Oh, no!
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in.
If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
that gets their roses today.
Hey, guys.
- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
- Thank you.
- OK.
You got a rain advisory today,
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies,
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
All right, launch positions!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black and yellow!
Hello!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
Wind, check.
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
OK, ladies,
let's move it out!
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I'm out!
I can't believe I'm out!
So blue.
I feel so fast and free!
Box kite!
Wow!
Flowers!
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
Roses!
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.
That is one nectar collector!
- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Oool.
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
Oopy that visual.
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?
Affirmative.
That was on the line!
This is the coolest. What is it?
I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
Yeah, fuzzy.
Ohemical-y.
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
My sweet lord of bees!
Oandy-brain, get off there!
Problem!
- Guys!
- This could be bad.
Affirmative.
Very close.
Gonna hurt.
Mama's little boy.
You are way out of position, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
Help me!
I don't think these are flowers.
- Should we tell him?
- I think he knows.
What is this?!
Match point!
You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!
Yowser!
Gross.
There's a bee in the car!
- Do something!
- I'm driving!
- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!
He's going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!
He blinked!
Spray him, Granny!
What are you doing?!
Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
I gotta get home.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
Ken, could you close
the window please?
im scared
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michael afton x billy hargrove hate sex but after it they both kill their siblings together and it’s a cute bonding moment and they get married
warnings: this is all just a joke pls 🙏🙏, hate sex, murder, gay marriage(🤢)
this is beautiful 1000/10
mickey mouse x steve harrington aggressive hate sex and steve puts a mouse trap out and kills mickey after
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billy gives off gossipy hairdresser vibes
i want an au where he’s a sassy hairdresser and steve REFUSES to go to any other barber other than billy bc he just does it right
so glad i was the first you told abt this im honored
favorite pair of balls?
michael afton is in my top ten but my favorite has to be steve harringtons
homo queer gay
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gay queer homo
you’re talking a lot of smack for someone on tumblr
Bo Sinclair x AMAB Reader
CW: Bo giving reader a man tit job, Bo being a hot sexy dilf
MINORS DNI
reblog this version instead you little shits
steve keeps his favourite pictures safe together in his car. it’s nice to be reminded of happier times
the manip is my own but the polaroid is by @fefemunson !! they are incredibly talented please go check out their other work
thinking about starting writing letters from characters to people who request it idfk how to explain it, i wanna eventually open an etsy where i can write as the characters and send them to people so it feels more real ig. i write for slashers, creepypastas, fnaf, and stranger things, pls request shit im bored and sad.
Little One
CG!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader
SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY!
Warnings: Parents fighting, Bigspace but only for a few paragraphs, Mentions of drugs (weed, alcohol)
Summary: Y/N's parents won't stop fighting, Eddie takes care of them and instantly puts them in a smaller headspace.
This was written for my very lovely little one, I love you more than anything sweetheart.
This is my first fanfiction so please don’t be mean
The fighting and loud screaming lasted for hours, it went on for so long you began to lose track of how long it had actually been going on for. You don’t remember what started the fight, you doubt their parents even remember either.
You tossed and turned in your bed desperate for any shut eye you could get to escape from the loud noises that came from the living room. You wanted to run away and hide in the chest of your boyfriend, but you refused to call him or go to his trailer considering it was extremely late and he was most likely asleep. He needed his sleep, and you weren’t going to bother him.
A few more hours pass and you were still awake, listening to the muffled argument your parents were still having. You looked over at your alarm clock which read, 6:27. You couldn’t believe this had gone on all night, at least you could see Eddie now.
You slowly opened your window, trying to not make any noise, and climbed outside. You ran as fast as you absolutely could until you got to Eddie’s trailer door. You paused, wondering if he was busy and contemplating bothering him. As you were lost in your train of thought the door was opened by the messy haired brunette.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you alright sweetheart?” Eddie questioned with worry traced in his calming voice.
The petname he used immediately made you slip into a smaller state of mind. Your hands found themselves wrapped around Eddie’s torso, gripping onto his Hellfire shirt for dear life. Eddie’s worry began to increase when you started shaking and crying, not sure what to do he led to to the couch that reeked of weed and alcohol and sat you down. To most people they would have gagged at the smell of the whole trailer, but to you it smelled comforting.
Eddie wrapped a blanket over your shaking body and sat next to you, placing his hand on the small of your back. You tried to talk but the only thing that managed to come out of your mouth was shaky whispers and whines that Eddie couldn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. Then it suddenly hit him with what was going on.
“Are you feeling small puppy?” He softly questioned as he rubbed your cheek lovingly.
You sat there, not wanting to answer him, but your wide glassy eyes told him that you were in fact feeling small. He quickly got up and started digging through the kitchen cabinets until he found your small F/C bottle. He filled it up with milk and put it in the microwave for exactly 30 seconds, then added a tiny bit of vanilla and sugar just the way you like it. Then he ran to his room to search for your paci and your favorite stuffed animal that he got for you on your birthday last year.
After retrieving the items he was looking for he gave you your stuffed animal and moved you so your head could rest on his lap comfortably. When you both got comfortable, he began to bottle feed you. It was something he insisted on every time and you would always argue with him telling him you were a big kid and could do it yourself, but secretly you wanted him to hold the bottle for you. This time you were too exhausted to protest.
When you finished your bottle your eyes began to shut. When Eddie knew you were fully asleep, he gently picked your sleeping body and set you on his bed. He got your special F/C blanket out from under his bed and laid it on top of you. He made sure you were comfortable before carefully laying down next to you.
“I love you, little one.” He whispered before shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
-Character List-
-x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs-
-Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs-
•ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ
•sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ
•ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ (ᴏɴʟʏ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ)
•ɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ
-sʟᴀsʜᴇʀs-
•ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀs (ᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴢ)
•ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴠᴏᴏʀʜᴇᴇs
•ɢʜᴏsᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀs
•ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ʜᴇᴇʟsʜɪʀᴇ
•ʙᴏ sɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ
•ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ sɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ
•ʟᴇsᴛᴇʀ sɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ
•ʙᴜʙʙᴀ sᴀᴡʏᴇʀ
•ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ʜᴇᴡɪᴛ
-Cʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ-
•ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ
•x-ᴠɪʀᴜs
•ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ
•ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
•ɴɪɴᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
•ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
•ᴇʏᴇʟᴇss ᴊᴀᴄᴋ
•ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ʟɪᴜ
•ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ
•ᴍᴀsᴋʏ
•ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀsᴋ
-ꜰɪᴠᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅʏs-
•ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ
•ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍʏ ꜰɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ
•ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ
•sᴜɴᴅʀᴏᴘ
•ᴍᴏᴏɴᴅʀᴏᴘ
-sʜɪᴘs-
-Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs-
• sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ x ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ
• ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ x ɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ
•ᴄʜʀɪssʏ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢʜᴀᴍ x ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ
-sʟᴀsʜᴇʀs-
•sᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ x ʙɪʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪs
•ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀs x ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴠᴏᴏʀʜᴇᴇs
-ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ/ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴛs-
•ᴀʟᴇx ᴋʀᴀɪʟᴇ x ᴊᴀʏ ᴍᴇʀʀɪᴄᴋ x ᴛɪᴍ ᴡʀɪɢʜᴛ x ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs (ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴠᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴘ)
•ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ x ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ
•ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ʟɪᴜ x ᴇʏᴇʟᴇss ᴊᴀᴄᴋ
•ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ x ɴɪɴᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ (ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴘ ɪꜰ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ)
•ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀsᴋ
-ꜰɪᴠᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅʏs-
•ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ x ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍʏ ꜰɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ
•ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ x ʜᴇɴʀʏ
