salamandergoo
Asexual Monster Fucker
Im Sal! I'm a tired 22 y/o white genderqueer lesbian, I’m fine with any pronouns.Follows from @salemanderauthor
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stranger tweets part 7
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 5.5] [part 6]
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horror sub-genres: found footage
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wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333
#hell house llc!#I really really liked it!#I love found footage horror and I love fake documentary style stuff#it was a good time :)
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before the poll, a quick definition of terms:
"mutual" - you found this post from a mutual (on their blog or your dash)
"following" - you found this post from someone you're following, but who isn't following you
"random" - you found this by scrolling through someone's blog, who you don't follow. this includes people following you
"For You" - you found this on the For You page
"recommended" - you found this in a "Check out these blogs" popup, or a "recommended" post when looking at a different post
"other" - you found this post some other way. comment how?
"reblog ✅" - you're going to reblog, queue, or schedule this post
"reblog ❌" - you're NOT going to reblog, queue, or schedule this post
with that out of the way:
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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
Reblog to increase sample size!
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"good luck, babe" is so bubblescoops coded!
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STWG Prompt: Dragonflies
It was hot in Family Video as Robin worked a boring midweek shift. She’d come home to Hawkins for the summer, planning to catch up with friends and work for some extra money, but it was a lot of the latter and not much of the former. She was wondering how much longer it would take before she started to literally melt behind the counter when the bell over the door dinged. “Welcome to Family Video,” she drawled. “Let me know if- Carol?” She perked up at the sight of Carol Perkins. “Hi! I didn’t think you’d be back from Chicago yet!”
“Yeah, well. I am.” Carol approached the counter and leaned against it, blowing a bubble at Robin. “I didn’t miss this town as much as I thought I did.”
“Ugh, same.” Robin nodded. “Boston is awesome, there are places open after 7:30 at night.” She grinned.
“Right? God forbid a bitch wants a snack after 8, you’re shit out of luck around here.” Carol grinned. “You’ve gotta visit me in Chicago, girl. The only way I’m going to get to see Steve, anyway.”
It was weird how the mention of Steve had Robin’s face twisting for the first time since high school. She didn’t want to talk about Steve right now, just wanted to talk to Carol. “Where uh, where’s Tommy?”
Carol raised an eyebrow, manicured nails tapping against the counter. “Where’s Wheeler?”
“Huh?” Robin’s frown deepened. “Nance is staying in Boston for the summer. Why?”
“So you understand that not all of us are attached at the hip with our exes! Great!” Carol’s grin sharpened.
“Okay, okay, I won’t ask about Tommy.” She giggled a little.
Carol sighed. “He’s in New York. Some summer internship. I kept telling him fighting monsters out in the sticks would be more exciting than his finance bullshit, but demo-whatevers don’t go on resumes. You get it.”
“Hopefully there won’t be any democreatures to fight this summer.” Robin shrugged before noticing a flash of color on Carol’s wrist. “Hey, what’s that?” She reached out to cradle the other girl’s hand in both of her own, pulling her arm closer. Inked on Carol’s wrist was a dragonfly with its wings spread, looking delicate and beautiful like stained glass. “Wow…”
Carol flushed, though her expression got all soft, an unusual look for her. “There’s this cute girl in my dorm building who does these really cool stick and pokes. She’s got a ton of colors and exchanges them for stuff other than money sometimes. I got her the answers for a few tests, she gave me this. Dragonflies remind of summers, good summers with Stevie and Tommy. When we were kids and would spend hours at the lake, get sunburnt and eat popsicles… when everything was good and easy, you know?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Robin’s eyes flicked up to Carol’s face as she stroked a thumb over the tattoo. “…a cute girl, huh?”
“What, are you jealous?” Carol smirked and leaned in a little closer, grabbing for Robin when she tried to pull back. “Oh, you’re totally jealous, oh my god!” She let out a delighted laugh. “You know… she’s not cuter than you, Buckley.”
Robin felt her face flush, but couldn’t help her own pleased grin. “Yeah… maybe I could… recommend a few movies. And we could watch them together?”
“Maybe. I think I’d like that.” And Carol looked just as pleased.
#stranger things#stwgdailyprompt#robin buckley#carol perkins#bubblescoops#my first time writing these two :)
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I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.
You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!
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hot artists don't gatekeep
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
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fruice,,, 🥭🍎🍏🍑🍐🍊🍇🍓
,,, vegdebles 🥦🍆🥑🥒🥔🥕🫑🌽
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I mean, we all knew, but thanks for admitting that you wanna surpress freedom of speech and the spread of information?
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Wayne Adopts Robin | pt 2
[part 1]
Before anything else, Wayne needs to call Eddie.
Robin's still curled up on the couch, now barely visible under his jacket. Eddie's at band practice at Tony's place and has been for most of the day; there's still a few hours 'til he expects him home, but Wayne's aware that he might not be in the most... sound of mind.
'Band practice', Wayne has learned, covers anything and everything related to spending time with the band, whether they play or not. With no current upcoming performances, they're usually just hangouts, and hangouts that often have Eddie coming home red-eyed and giggly.
He doesn't mind it. He does think that if Eddie comes home stoned to find a random girl in their trailer he might have an aneurysm.
The number comes to him easily enough. Tony's Dale's kid, God rest his soul, and the phone number is burned into his memory from long-ago fishing trips.
The phone rings once before a voice answers. Linda, Dale's wife. A nice woman, known to be a gossip. They exchange pleasantries, then Linda's yelling for Tony to pass the phone to Eddie, and the background noise changes.
Tony, he can hear, is telling Eddie that he's calling, and Eddie, who is definitely stoned, answers eloquently with "Wha?"
"Dude, the phone."
"Huh? No thanks."
There's a snort, and someone else cackles. Wayne's pretty sure it's Jeff.
"It's your uncle, man." Tony's voice is higher-pitched than usual. Ah, to be a teenager again. "Mom's put it through for you. Answer... the... phone."
There's some rustling, and then—
"Wayne!" Eddie all but shouts. "Pleasant eve, my good sir!"
There's a giggle, then someone in the background says, "Oh, god, he's gone medieval again."
"Eddie?" He hesitates, glancing back to where Robin's sleeping. He lowers his voice. "You okay, boy?"
"Uncle Wayne, I could not be more magnificent." Another rustle and a quiet thud. Wayne dreads to think what's happening. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Ed," he starts, then stops, shifting. What even should he say? He needs to tell him about Robin being here, but as he glances back to her sleeping form, he can already feel that her presence ain't gonna be temporary. If her mom's kicked her out, she won't have anywhere to go, and he'll be damned if he lets a kid end up shivering on the streets. "You think you'd be okay with a sister?"
The other end is quiet. Then there's a loud thump, an even louder groan, and an explosion of laughter from presumably the rest of the band.
"Not soft," Eddie mumbles. "Fuckin— imposter rug."
Wayne clears his throat.
"You fucking moron," a voice chips in, feminine this time, which means it's Felicity. "That rug is almost as flat as your ass."
Eddie squawks indignantly. Wayne sighs, a small smile tugging at his lips despite it.
"Eddie." He waits for Eddie's answering hum. "Did you hear me?"
"Nope," he says, cheery as ever. "What did you say?"
"I said, how would you feel about havin' a—a sister of sorts around?"
There's a beat of silence. He's about to repeat himself, when—
"You're PREGNANT?" Eddie shouts.
Quieter, Wayne can hear Jeff's voice, "Wait, isn't he talking to Uncle Wayne?"
"No, Eddie—"
"YOU SLY DOG! YOU DIDN'T USE PROTECTION? AFTER ALL THE LECTURES YOU GAVE ME ABOUT IT?"
"Alright, that's enough, buddy." Jeff's calm tone takes over, growing louder a moment later. "Hi, Uncle Wayne. Uh, don't mind Eddie, he's..." There's a pause in which he seems to be trying to find the right words.
Eddie's voice booms again, far too close to the receiver. "Jeff, Jeff! Tell Wayne I want to name her Arwen!"
"... I don't know what he is," Jeff finishes. "Um, he'll be fine before he goes home, I promise. We, ah—We didn't expect your call."
"It's fine, son." Wayne stifles his own laugh. "I'll wait until he's home. You, uh, enjoy your night now."
"Yes, sir," Jeff says politely. Distantly, he can hear the sounds of a scuffle and more giggling.
Wayne hangs up, shaking his head fondly. He only hopes that Eddie does sober up before he gets home, or the conversation's going to be very difficult.
He's gonna need another coffee.
#I can’t believe Wayne is expecting#good for him#obsessed with this btw#I will be thinking about this for always
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STWG Prompt: Graduation
Jonathan wasn’t all that disappointed when he realized he wouldn’t be attending his own graduation. All things considered, he was mostly glad to be alive, to be in one piece, even if his body felt oddly mangled sometimes. He didn’t think his mom even realized they’d be missing it, he didn’t think he even crossed her mind much these days.
And that was fine. Honestly, it was. He’d always tried to be easy to deal with, anyway. He was good at making himself scarce or being where he was needed. An extra set of hands, the one making dinner, whatever he needed to be, he was.
He stood in the backyard of the house in Lenora, all of his things packed into boxes. Again. He was on his last joint, had said his goodbyes to Argyle last night, had cried the only tears he would over this move. He’d told himself he wouldn’t smoke today, would stay sober until they were back in Hawkins, but then he’d woken up to a splitting headache and a harsh throbbing in the base of his spine. So he made himself scarce as Hopper and El bickered and Will triple checked his boxes and his mom moved from one task to the next, leaving half packed boxes in her wake. He was sick of moving boxes.
Hopper would be asking him to help load the rented moving van soon. At least he didn’t need to drive this time, there were stops planned out on the map his mom had written the route on and he’d be riding in the van with Hopper, who insisted on driving despite his ankle.
Jonathan put out his joint and dropped the burnt remains into a potted plant he knew would get left behind. He sniffed his shirt to make sure he didn’t smell too much like weed before going back inside and just standing amidst the chaos for a moment.
There were bullet holes in the wall, level with his torso. One of the windows still had cardboard taped where glass had once been. There were magnets still on the fridge.
He could take care of the magnets.
He started to pack them into an envelope, taking them down one at a time. Something bitter sat on the back of his tongue as he tucked a few photos into the envelope, one of him and Nancy trembling in his grasp. He took a shaky breath and crushed it in his palm, tossing it into a trash bag that sat nearby. It felt like he was leaving so much behind. But he’d hated this house. Hated almost everything about California.
He hated Hawkins too.
Hated the idea of leaving his family, hated that he was leaving Argyle, hated… so much.
His eyes burned as he closed the envelope of magnets and tossed it into a nearby open box. He felt like he was burning with hatred and anger and fear as he sealed a box of silverware and plates.
He could hear his mom laughing about something down the hall, could hear El and Will bickering from El’s room, was pretty sure Hopper was out front. He bit down on his tongue and blew out a sigh through his nose as he gripped the roll of tape a little tighter.
Jonathan was supposed to graduate tomorrow. They were leaving by 2 pm this afternoon. His diploma, which he’d quietly requested early without a word to his family, sat in a box under a pile of shirts he never wore. They were moving back to Hawkins, and Jonathan was just as terrified of going back as he was of staying here.
He wanted to be sick. But instead he carried a box outside and passed it to Hopper without a word. He finished packing boxes and sealed them with efficiency. The faster they left, the faster he was left without a choice. Once he no longer had a choice, he would stop dwelling on the alternative.
As he laid in a motel the next night, Will and El sharing a bed across the room, he wondered what might have happened if he’d chosen to stay behind. If he’d gone to his graduation. It didn’t matter really. It didn’t make a difference to anyone else. But he stared at the ceiling and wondered anyway.
#stwgdailyprompt#stranger things#jonathan byers#I love joyce but I feel like Jonathan gets lost in the shuffle and just. accepts it
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STWG Prompt: Sweetheart
The challenge was to make it smutty, have some stargyle
Steve’s fingers pressed deeper into Argyle, deep enough to have him gasping and letting out a low moan. His knee was hooked around Steve’s waist and he used it to draw him in closer. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned.
“Yeah?” Steve grinned and curled his fingers inside him, managing to brush the pads of his fingers up against just the right spot, the spot that had Argyle’s fingers digging into the sheets beneath him. “Oh yeah, right there, huh?” He leaned forward so he was leaned over Argyle’s body, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Right there, sweetheart?”
“Mhm, right there,” Argyle agreed, letting his eyes fall shut so he could focus on feeling, focus on the way he could feel his heartbeat in his dick, the way it leaked precum against his belly, the way his hole stretched around Steve’s fingers and pulled them in deeper. “God, you’re so good, ‘s like you know my body, man.”
Steve laughed and added a third finger. The stretch made Argyle choke on air, made him cry out and arch his back, try to press himself closer like it would drive him right up to the edge. “Something like that.” Argyle knew Steve was hard too, could feel the way his warm cock nudged against him when he moved.
“Come on, want you to fuck me, fill me up with your dick, man.” Argyle propped himself up to get a better look down his body at Steve, whose eyes were dark as he gazed back. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know you will.” Steve’s free hand, slippery with lube, wrapped around Argyle’s cock and squeezed, thumb tracing along the underside of the head. “You’re always so good, Argyle.” That had a spark of warmth settling in Argyle’s belly. He loved when Steve said he was good, loved to be good for him.
“I can take it, you’ve got me nice and stretched, promise I’m relaxed enough.” Argyle wasn’t pouting, but he was close to it as he let himself fall back down, head bouncing against the pillow. Steve’s fingertips were rubbing against his prostate again, sending pulses of pleasure through him. “C- c’mon, man.”
“Hold on, you’ve gotta be patient for me. Won’t be any fun if I hurt you.” Steve let go of Argyle’s dick to lift up his leg, guiding over his shoulder. “Stay like that, it’ll keep you nice and open for me.” He grinned as his fingers finally pulled out.
Argyle just nodded, totally speechless. He was too turned on for words, waiting for the stretch of Steve���s cock. He didn’t have to wait too long, thankfully. Steve slid in inch by inch and Argyle sighed as he was filled, just the way he wanted. He dug his heel into Steve's soft ass and urged him forward until he bottomed out. "Mm..."
"Good, that's so good." Steve was panting as he squeezed Argyle's hips. He looked so good, blush spreading from his face and down to his broad chest. Argyle could see the marks he'd left behind and wanted to leave more. He propped himself up with his elbows, more flexible than most people gave him credit for.
"C'mere, wanna kiss you, Stevie," he cooed, eyes fluttering shut as soon as Steve's warm mouth was pressed against his. He let Steve lick into his mouth and moaned as Steve's hips moved a little faster. Steve's cock pressed deep into him, keeping him feeling nice and stretched open as they fucked. He loved when Steve was in control like this, knew he could be shoved back down if Steve wanted him to be. Argyle pulled back from the kiss with wet lips and grinned. "You're so fucking pretty when you fuck me, baby."
"You're pretty too." Steve grinned, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Real pretty, baby. Love seeing you all spread out for me." He moved his hands to brace himself against Argyle's belly, stroking over his warm skin. "Look at you, so gorgeous... god, blows my fucking mind that I get to see you like this."
Argyle dropped back down to lay his head on the pillow and sighed, arching into Steve's touch. The slap of their bodies meeting filled the room along with their moans and whines. Argyle gasped as one of Steve's hands drifted downwards, trailing through his happy trail before wrapping around his cock. It throbbed in his hold and Argyle moaned louder as he stroked it in time with his thrusts. "Steve..."
"Gonna cum for me?" Steve's voice was punctuated by sharp breaths. "Come on, let me see it, sweetheart. I wanna see it, wanna taste you..."
That pushed Argyle over the edge and he gripped the blankets again, cock throbbing as he came in streaks across his belly and Steve's fist. "Fuck! St-Steve, fuck!"
"Good, that's good," Steve panted. He fucked into Argyle once, twice, three more times before finishing, filling Argyle with hot cum. He moaned, thrusting shallowly and holding Argyle's hips hard enough to leave bruises behind, a phantom touch he'd be feeling for days. He lifted his cum-covered hand to his lips and
They both stayed still like that for several beats of their hearts until Argyle reached out and tugged Steve's wrists until he fell forward and they were pressed chest to chest. They breathed in sync until Steve leaned in to kiss him. Argyle could've stayed like that forever.
Steve pulled out and shifted so he could collapse onto the bed. "That... was really good, sweetheart."
"Always it." Argyle grunted as he rolled onto his side, able to feel Steve's cum leaking out of him. "Love when you fuck me."
"I love fucking you." Steve snuggled in close, both of them smiling happily.
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I can’t wait for s5 Steve family guy death pose
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