#btw!!

[bluedeedeedoop]

Yay wholesome Barrissoka!!!!

Idk who needed this but I know I need it so take some Awkward-Gay-Adult-Rebels-Era Barrissoka cuddles! I don't think this needs a warning since there's not really any actual nudity in it but it's implied? Idk- don't come after me.

[sharkinton]

That one beautiful botw official art but with my designs 💙💛🌿

[carnivorous-flowerr]

Thinking about fics where the party plays truth or dare and it goes

Dustin or Lucas: “I know! We should play truth or dare!”🙂‍↕️

Mike: “Truth or dare?? What are we 12?!”🙄

Will: “I don’t know. It sounds kind of fun!”☺️

Mike: “… you know …I’ve always been very passionate about playing truth or dare actually.☝🏾”

Mike would’ve explored y’all✌🏾

[nabhx]

Sometimes I remember that one book, Guida al Mondo Magico- And that part where they say, with their full chests; "Duman only likes Ogron and doesn't fw Anagan and Gantlos, so they don't fw him either." (exact words being; "Per Ogron farebbe qualsiasi cosa. Detesta gli altri due stregoni, che ricambiano il suo sentimento.") And ngl I used to have some pretty strong thoughts about that. Mainly 'nuh uh'.

BUT with the combined power of not taking the book too seriously, and my homegrown 'their dynamic is whatever I need it to be at the moment', I went back in. Open-minded.

Guys?? Not to stir shit, but I fear there might be grounds for this.

BUT LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN HEAR ME OUT. Am I saying it is the truthful 100% canon take that they were definitely going for back then? .......No?? I don't know. And even if it was, that's actually up to everyone BUT Rainbow. Mhm. What I am saying though, is that watching S4 with 'Duman only gets along with Ogron' in mind, is super funny to me. Because??

Fellas what's going on there.

Also Gantlos and Anagan working together while Duman works alone?? Happens more than once. Strategic choice? Or do they just HATE each other? Things to think about.

Again, this is with that specific take in mind, there's plenty of clips/interactions you can use to do the exact opposite <3 ........But that brings me to my next point.

Only sort of related but. Sometimes I forget that? A majority of Anagan and Duman interactions?? I hallucinated those. They're completely made up. Guys they don't really talk, someone pointed that out to me and it's been on my mind since. Yeah they interact and acknowledge each other's existence, kinda, but direct conversation?? Not really?????? When it comes to moments between the wizards, Anagan and Duman have the least?? They've been a duo in my brain for so long, I genuinely forgot they're not actually, like in canon.

I mean, I'll keep putting them together regardless ofc, but it was a very eye-opening realisation to uh. Go back to how I used to see them, for a brief moment. The real way.

[patheticgirlsteve]

This is easily the most inconvenient moment possible for Eddie to have a hard-on and yet, here he is, standing in the remains of what used to be the Hawkins Public Library with his dick hard as a rock in his pants.

Eddie had heard tell of a nailbat, rumors of Steve Harrington’s weapon of choice in dealing with matters related to the Upside Down, but it had seemed mythical to him. The way the boys talked about Steve wielding it made him sound like a hero from some ancient mythology.

“You should have seen him, Eddie,” Dustin would grip Eddie’s arm with a grasp that hurt as he regaled Eddie with the tale of Steve in the Junkyard Fighting the Demodogs once more. “He was such a badass, like, so insanely cool!”

Eddie is deeply glad that he was not present at that battle, but there is a part of him that wishes he could have seen it. That he could have seen Steve wield the suburban equivalent of a mace while trying to defend his brood of strange children.

Not that Eddie would ever admit that, of course. He and Steve are tentative friends, and Eddie is not going to risk what progress he and Steve have made in maintaining a civil relationship just because he thinks the guy is hot. Of course he thinks Steve is hot, so does every other breathing human in Hawkins, Indiana.

So, yeah, Eddie is keeping that piece of information to himself. Taking it to his grave. Besides, they’re in the middle of an apocalypse and now is hardly the time for getting horny over Steve Harrington proving competence with a blunt instrument.

But apparently Eddie’s dick never got that memo. Because he’s standing here watching Steve knock those goddamn fucking demobats out of the spore infested Hawkins sky with his infamous bat, dripping with blood and snarling at the monsters. He swings with a terrifying rage in his eyes, laser focused on removing each and every single bat from the sky with a sort of feral grace that shouldn’t be possible.

Eddie watches, pants uncomfortably tight, as Steve makes one final swing at the last bat standing (flying?) with a flourish of his wrist, giving the nailbat a little twirl before using it to strike the last creature down.

Steve Harrington is absolutely unreal.

He turns around to face Eddie and Eddie is reminded that, oh yeah, they’re in the middle of a massive battle right now and he had maybe let himself get a little distracted and wow, the blood dripping through Steve’s chest hair as he tosses the nailbat onto his shoulder with practiceed ease is really doing it for Eddie, which would be fine (well, not fine, but at least somewhat manageable) if it were literally any other moment in time.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks Eddie, voice hoarse and raspy in a way that really shouldn’t be sexy because it’s probably caused by Steve breathing spores and demobat guts or something else equally horrifying, but it is hot and there is something deeply wrong with Eddie.

And maybe there is some single solitary shred of mercy left remaining in the universe, because Steve is seemingly too focused on the war waging around them to clock the bulge in Eddie’s pants.

“Yup!” Eddie nods, feeling like a bobble head in his enthusiasm. “Great! Feeling great! Never better!”

Steve gives him an odd look, considering, but seems to accept Eddie’s assertion that he’s unharmed. He probably just attributes the strange behavior to Eddie’s general weirdness, which is perfectly fine with Eddie.

“Good,” Steve’s eyes drift to the steadily growing dark cloud that obscures much of the red sky. “Let’s get moving then.”

He stomps past Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder as he passes. Eddie closes his eyes and scrapes the corners of his mind for the least sexy thoughts he can summon to will his boner away.

“You coming?” Steve calls back from a few yards behind Eddie.

“Right behind you, big boy,” Eddie says. He takes a deep breath in and out before turning to follow Steve back into the fray.

[daenerys-targaryen]

and we are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a loop that never ends

[memoriesofahandkerchief]

Yesterday I went to a book fair specialised on critical theory and I attended a couple of debates. Man. The way I nearly sobbed when they started talking about Arrif and the bombings and the reason why 80% of patients in the Oncological Hospital of Rabat are Riffians.

Every time I have tried to talk about this it has felt like screaming at a wall. It's so important to have these sort of spaces where we can have conversations like these.