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What the fuck does “chronically online misogyny take” even mean 😭😭 why did this person call my message that when I just pointed out that female characters get treated more like shit than their male counterparts do in media
#not you calling it that when it’s so apparent#that she gets portrayed as more of the bad parent than he does#I’m so fucking confused???#I’m not the one who’s boiling down a real life disorder to “I just don’t want kids anymore and I’m suddenly disinterested in being a parent”#I am the last person when it comes to believing they left because they were shitty literally all my aus and hcs involve them both together#and happy while the reason why they were gone was due to the disc pokemon#the whole fucking point of their dynamic and the ship is that they’re both equals?? What’s the point if you only treat one of them like shit#and your au isn’t canon I cannot believe you would refute me saying canon facts about the character with your au where you make her shitty#my posts
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I couldn’t help myself please give me strength my comrades I can’t survive under these extreme circumstances
WHY ARE THEY SO BEAUTIFUL
WHY ARE THEY SM BETTER LOOKING AS WOMEN
IM LITERALLY GONNA KMS THEYRE SO HHMMUMUMUUBHBUHBUHBIHBIUBUUB
#bkdk#midoriya izuku#mha deku#bkdk brainrot#bakudeku#bakugou katsuki#bnha deku#deku midoriya#jhbuyguyghyvuyvyuvyuvvu I’m not over the#them#fuck#kms#apparently this is an edit of someone else’s art originally I THINK BUT IM SO CONFUSED IT LOOKED LIKE HORIKOSHI AND#I ALREADY POSTED THIS#THIS IS AN EDIT#I#wow that is batshit. what.
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So I had a dream last night where Noir was fighting the fucking Annabelle demon??
Please do not ask questions I don’t have answers
#spider noir#spiderman noir#my art#into the spider verse#spiderman#my wife#art#lmao?#demon#dude I don’t fucking know#it was so random#when the obsession gets so bad#you start dreaming of them#uh oh#I’m so fucking confused#someone said to draw him in a priest outfit for this#so I did#it’s funnier cause he’s Jewish#my hc#I’m losing my shit
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there’s something so autistic about the riddler as a character. the frustration of having no one really see you, the need to prove yourself smarter and cleverer than all of them to make up for the fact that you could never fit in with them, the compulsive joy of forcing others to play by your rules, the obsession with truth and answers, the comfort of having your own space where you’re in control, the fear of inadequacy, the isolation and loneliness, the need to be acknowledged in your reality to be satisfied but never able to reach that satisfaction.
#edward nashton#the riddler#edward nygma#riddler#autism#autistic#autistic riddler!!!!#he is autistic to me always#so is bruce but that’s another conversation#batman#honestly this character almost represents low support needs autism to me#like 2e twice exceptional vibes#the dissonance of being so smart but also being disabled in ways you don’t fully understand#the confusion and resentment from being rejected over and over just for being you#the final straw of saying fuck them all i’ll be better and smarter and i’ll show them#only to spend the rest of your life trying to show them when they never cared in the first place#i’m probably projecting#but that’s my right!!
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I can’t stop thinking of how despite it baffling most non-brits, and most of the Hollywood a-list audience, David Tennant decided to do a skit on his little lockdown rpf show, make a bunch of puns that only people familiar with British culture would get, wear a kilt and be his usual manic self when hosting an internationally prestigious award show
fucking power move
#And the fact that he actually succeeded#Most of the Americans had no idea what was going on but they just had to play along#He literally held them as hostages and said “haha I’m doing this my style and you have no choice but to enjoy it”#Sorry I just can’t stop thinking of this#The funniest part was how the audience was so confused and were like “idk what’s happening but I think I’m having a good time?”#Also let me subject you to some banter with my husband#It’s literally his world even Bradley cooper is just living in it#Turning up and literally going “oh I’m not nervous. Yeah tomorrow I go back to doing my actual job. This is just fun”#The power to do whatever the fuck you want in front of half of Hollywood#david tennant#michael sheen
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youtube
#Game changer#imagine finding this before today#And being so so confused#Youtube#Brain I’m so fuck good
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James seeing you having a conversation with a guy during their show and fuming with anger (even though the interaction was innocent). Then,after the show, he takes you to the dressing room and fucks you so hard that you can’t walk straight after😭 I’m definitely imagining black album James for this.
the way i was imagining black album james before you even said it omg 😭 great minds think alike.
he saw you and that fucking guy interacting a couple times throughout the show, causing his voice to come off a little rougher than usual in his performance.
“hey.” his raspy voice would suddenly appear next to you as he wraps an arm over your shoulder. “who’s this kid.” he nods.
you’d tell him his name and inform james, whispering to him that you were just having an innocent conversation, no need to get all ‘alpha’ like.
i feel like james is the type of person to say a completely different name to the one you told him. like you would tell him “his name is mark”
and james would be like “nice to meet you carl” 💀💀
“darling, it’s time to go.” he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile as he takes your hand in his, leading you to his dressing room.
when you go inside, he doesn’t even speak. he sits on the couch, gesturing to his lap, impatiently waiting for you.
“james, seriously, it was nothing.”
“hurry up.” he seethes, ignoring you.
you scramble over to his direction, laying over lap. he lifts your skirt, running his rough hands over your smooth skin. he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, making you jolt forward.
“what do you say?”
“i’m sorry.” you mumble
he slaps your ass again, making you wail out. “what’d you say?”
“i’m sorry! please james…”
“sorry won’t cut it.” he sternly tells you, gesturing for you to sit on the couch next to him on your elbows and knees.
he roughly shoves your skirt off of you, along with your top. he starts by trailing his thumb down your heat, rubbing your clit in tight circles over your underwear. he pulls down your panties, plunging two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out.
“hold still.” he’d order you when you squirm, trying to rut your hips into his fingers. he starts off slow, rubbing your slick over your folds and then to your clit.
he would keep overstimulating you, thrusting his fingers inside of you but whenever he feels you clenching around him, he pulls out, wanting to edge you.
“james, please” you whine, tears springing on the corner of your eyes.
he mocks a face of sympathy, shushing you as he starts rubbing your clit again, making you cry out. you thrash underneath his fingers as he mercilessly thrusts into you, your slick and wetness leaking down your thighs and down his hands.
when you attempt to close your legs, james immediately opens them again, delivering a slap to your cunt. your elbows give out, and so would your knees if it weren’t for james holding you up by your hips.
“james, please, i need it…”
your voice is barely audible, too tired from being edged. thankfully, james finally listened to you. he pulled off his shirt and jeans just enough for his cock to be out. he strokes himself a couple of times, using your slick as lube.
he easily slips inside you, already enjoying the noises your pussy would make against him. he uses your hips as leverage to meet you back against his, enjoying the way his cock slips in and out of your pretty pussy.
you clench onto him, whining into the pillows of the couch when the speed of his thrusts increases. his arm reaches around to palm at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.
when he feels your starting to rut your hips back at him, he slaps your ass in encouragement, loving the red marks that start to appear. “yeah, baby, like that. you can do better, come on.”
tears stream down your face from the overstimulation as you start to shake, feeling your orgasm approach you for what felt like the millionth time that night. you only pray that james would let you cum this time.
“need to cum james please. please let me cum, i’ll be good, i swear. i won’t do it again, just please.” you whine and beg, needing your release.
“i do love hearing you beg, though.” he quips, making you cry even more since you thought he wasn’t going to let you finish.
suddenly, a look of determination appeared on his face. he squeezes your ass, trailing them to your hips and grasps them so hard, bruises would appear the next day. he rubs your clit as he pistons himself into you, eager to get you to your release.
he pulls you up by your hair so your back would be against his chest. he attacks your neck with bruises, licking after to soothe the spot.
your vision starts to get hazy when you finally cum, feeling the sticky mess get on your and james’ thighs.
“thank you. thank you much. i promise i won’t do it again…thank you.” you repeat your thanks to him, not being able to think or focus on anything else but him and the feeling of you finally cumming after so long.
“we’re not done yet.” he whispers into your ear as if it were the most obvious thing, making you cry. your body couldn’t handle anything else but he couldn’t give less of a shit.
he pulls out so he can flip you onto your back. james uses your cum to lube himself up again, spreading your cum around your thighs and to your ass, making you as messy as possible.
he holds your thighs open, pushing into you again and starting to thrust. it was hard to enjoy the sight of him feeling so pleasured, the moans and groans he’s letting out as your cry, your makeup melting all over your face as you repeatedly apologize.
“james, fuck. ‘s too much james i cant.”
“shh, yes you can, be a good girl for me”
he ignores your pleads and speeds up instead, wrapping his arms around your hips to lift you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around him.
“that’s it baby. let kyle know who’s makin you feel this good.” he smirks, almost sadistically as he pounds into you.
you forgot completely about kyle or mark or whatever the fuck his name was. you were solely focused on james and james only.
you both let out loud and filthy moans, not caring whether all the people outside can hear you or not. he wipes away some tears from your eyes before leading his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it harshly and the feeling of pleasure adding for him whenever he touches himself on accident.
“oh james, fuck i cant-” you threw your head back, shutting your eyes as you scream. the pleasure was way too much. it was too overwhelming for you, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. the knot in your core just snapped as you released, james still rubbing you through it. only this time, it felt more intense then you have ever felt it before.
“holy fuck” james heaves as he watches you squirt all over him, your juices going on his stomach and chest as well as yours. “gonna cum so deep in you fuck baby.”
the sight instantly made him cum, james stilling inside of you as you clench around him, draining every drop inside as he moans in euphoria.
you hiss when he pulls out, not being able to handle any more friction. he uses this thumb to spread your folds, pushing back his cum that was threatening to leak out.
“good girl, that was fucking amazing. you did so fucking good for me, yeah? god that was..” he couldn’t even form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he replays what just happened in his head.
he’s both in shock and in awe of you as he helps you get dressed, letting you rest on the couch while he puts on his own clothes.
when you leave the room, he hooks an arm around your waist to help you walk since you were way too tired and fucked out, you physically couldn’t.
you pass by mark, the whole reason for this happening, and james sends him a cocky smirk as he waves at the boy. you hiss and whine as you feel james’ cum trickling down your legs, shoving your face into james’ chest and telling him you want to go home.
what have i done
i actually hate myself for this
#this sucks i’m so sorry 💀#WHAT THE FUCK#i’m actually speechless#what#what do i#i’m just#WHAT???#i’m so confused#what just happened#metallica#james hetfield#james hetfield metallica#james hetfield smut#metallica smut#james hetfield fanfic#james hetfield x reader#asks and replies
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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious
HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.
The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”
First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.
Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”
You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.
#anonymous#no no it’s fine i’m fine…. i’m FINE#everyone is baby because that’s just how he thinks the world works… he thinks everyone gets the same affection…. kids r so fucking precious#im sorry for this essay..:. but as you can tell i have real life genuine feelings for this man#hhhhh SCREAMING. CRYING. PERFECT STORM.#ok but i was saying this the other day gojo gets lucky his kid starts saying ‘baby’#nanami & levi get stuck w their kids learning their actual names LMFAOOO levi is like no no. please PLEASE#it only happens w ur second kid that’s why nanami is so confused but when he hears his baby girl call him ‘ken!’ instead of ‘daddy’#lord he might cry real grown man tears LMFAO#i guess i might as well make a tag for him#gojo x reader#satoru.ask
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Did… did I miss some important news?
#i’m so fucking confused#at least the bisexuals are winning today#vincent price#bisexual#lilly rants
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It’s very kind of people I speak other languages with to assume that my slow comprehension and endless requests for repetition are as a result of us not speaking my first language, when in reality, my auditory processing is just complete shit.
#linguistics#second language problems#I mean it’s definitely harder in my non-native languages to understand what people are saying#but it’s not fucking easy in my L1 either lmao#people are confused because I can see them thinking#‘oh they speak so well so surely they’re very proficient’#‘and yet they don’t understand what I’m saying?’#auditory processing disorder#auditory processing issues#adhd#neurodivergent#your local autistic linguist here!#*stares blankly at someone else speaking as I try to make my brain translate their mouth sounds into words*#I’m an English teacher and sometimes my students are like ‘my goal is to watch English shows without subtitles!’#and I’m like ‘babe *I* can’t even do that and it’s my native language’ XD
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he is STUPID pretty~🎃
#this is such a—#this is such a good pic??#but also it doesn’t look like frank?#but it is frank??#the tattoos match?#obviously?#and i’m confused#but fuck is he so so so pretty#jfc#frnkiebby#frank iero#mcr#frnkiero#frnkie#mcrmy#mcr5#my chemical romance#my chem#ilhsm
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dean stan posts are like. reasons dean is best boy ever: 1) he generously didn’t chop sam’s head off,
#sorry queens I cannot take you seriously#hes horrible and that’s the only way I can appreciate him#sometimes I’m like so sexy of him to be a violent patriarch slay 💕#but that’s only if I’m not experiencing stomach-churning frustration over his actions being romanticized by the narrative or the fandom 💕#the reactions he evokes in me are so fucking confusing lmao#I genuinely am capable of sympathizing with him but only in tiny increments
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I know there are ardent Mace Windu defenders on here so can you guys explain why Mace Windu Did That with the Boba Fett situation. That is a genuine question and my biggest hang-up, I’m desperate to understand his thought process. Like, it would be considered a radically conservative move HERE in OUR WORLD to decide that a deeply traumatized 13 year old raised by a criminal who was then guided by a gang of adult criminals into committing acts of terrorism should be thrown into a HIGH SECURITY ADULT PRISON for YEARS as a punishment. How does Mace the monk in the religious order of justice not step in even nominally and go “hey this doesn’t seem wise or just. In fact this is deeply immoral. Why don’t you put this kid in a high security rehabilitation clinic. Why don’t you get him some therapy.” In fact if I remember correctly (?) Windu actively endorsed this course of action. In-universe explanation?
(Not an invitation to argue that trying kids as adults is morally right if what they’ve done is Bad Enough so they can be punished like adults. Because a) you’re wrong and b) shut up. Go read about prison reform. That’s not what I’m asking.)
EDIT: ANSWERED!!
#maybe i don’t remember it correctly but this is my understanding.#am i just a radical leftist prison abolitionist#and that’s why i’m so confused by the mace windu lovers#who always skate over this?#i’m asking if windu had an obligation to step in and to what extent#and why for all intents and purposes it looked like he WANTED this to happen.#i love windu in theory like i don’t think he was wrong about anakin#i think he’s a cool guy#but this was fucked up buddy!#this was a deeply immoral thing that was happening#boba fett#the clone wars#tcw#mace windu#jedi#star wars#star wars the clone wars#jango fett#aurra sing#commander ponds#sw tcw#prequel era#prequels#sw prequels
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Being in the marauders fandom is like a sport BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A NEW CHARACTER WE’VE MADE LIVING AND BREATHING NAMED DARRYL CROUCH???? AND HES A CHILD OF LILY AND BARTY???? I’m gonna get whiplash with the way this fandom creates new lore left and right on the daily
#darryl crouch#Darryl Evans?#lily evans#barty crouch jr#lily x barty#barty x lily#marauders#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders fandom#dead gay wizards#i’m so confused#this fandom is next level delusional#I lowkey love it#fuck jkr
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Persecutors deserve better and not because they’re “misguided protectors” but because they’re people. -Kage
#sorry I’m just really fucking tired of seeing all of the positivity towards persecutors being ‘oh they’re just traumatized and confused’#like my guy there is a middle ground between ‘all persecutors are evil’ and ‘all persecutors are confused protectors/traumaholders’#I don’t know how to explain to you that you should care about others#you should care about people beyond the 2d versions of themselves that you want them to be#ok to rb#persecutor#system persecutor#actual system persecutor#endo safe#endo friendly#plural gang#pluralgang#inclusive plurality#anti endos dni#I heard we’re posting our old drafts to drown out some negativity in the pro endo tags#sounded fun#so here’s my contribution
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i made this silly little post and then just did the thing myself :)
“I would say that Steve is… relatively smart. For a human.”
“Hey!” comes an irritated yell from the other room.
Robin turns to face the doorway, turning away from the camera. “Zip it, human! I’m doing my interviews. I have important things to say. People are very interested.” She turns back toward the camera again, a smile plastered to her face. “Now, what was I saying? Oh right, Steve. He’s… passably intelligent. I mean, he’s no Einstein, that’s for sure. That guy could party.” She laughs.
“Okay, and how long has Steve, uh, been with you guys?” Dustin asks from behind the camera.
“Um, maybe a year, I think?”
“I’ve been Eddie’s familiar for ten years,” Steve grumbles as he comes into the room with a cup of tea, which he holds out for Robin to take. He turns to Dustin and the camera. “It’s really just a matter of time before he turns me.” He rocks back on his heels. “He said literally any day now.”
Robin smiles placidly, nodding at him until he leaves the room.
“Between you and me,” she stage whispers to Dustin, “Eddie is never turning him.”
“Could you explain what a familiar is?” Dustin asks.
“Well… usually a familiar takes care of you, you know, does the cleaning, shopping, finds you victims.”
“Victims?” Will, another one of the producers, asks. He looks a little anxiously toward Lucas, the camera guy, who does his best to ignore it.
“Yeah, like. Food. You know.” Robin takes a sip from her teacup, waving her free hand in some vague gesture. “Nancy and I are partial to virgins.”
“Uh, right. Better watch out, Dustin,” Lucas laughs a little nervously, nudging Dustin with his elbow.
Dustin scowls, but before he can respond, Robin says, “Don’t worry. Nancy’s forbidden us from eating any of you.” She smiles again, like that’s supposed to make them feel any better.
~*~
“Okay, Steve, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Dustin asks Steve, who’s fidgeting on the couch.
Steve pulls at his collar as he answers. “Uh, sure. I used to be a kindergarten teacher. I actually really loved it? But then I met Eddie at a bar. Thought he was, uh, pulling my leg, you know, about the whole…” Steve rubs his palms on his thighs. “Vampire thing? Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Yeah, being a vampire. Sure,” Dustin responds.
“Right. Thought he was joking. Thought it was a line, you know. So I… this is kind of embarrassing.” Steve scratches at his cheek. “Well, I went home with him, y’know. You’ve seen him.” He laughs a little nervously. “Anyway, I found out that he actually was not lying, much to my… absolute horror really.”
“And… what made you stay?” Will asks.
“I dunno,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, eyes darting to the side of the camera, like he doesn’t really want to answer the question. “It’s an interesting prospect, isn’t it? Living forever? Being immortal?” He shrugs again.
“So,” Dustin starts, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “Are you guys, like… more than friends?” Lucas visibly cringes at the phrasing.
Steve laughs, bright and surprised. “Uh, no. No. Just, uh. I’m just his familiar.”
“But you’ve been here ten years?“ The way the question comes out of Will’s mouth makes it sound like he hadn’t really meant to ask it. Dustin cuts him a look, scowling again.
“Yeah,” Steve sighs, looking down at his lap. “Yeah, I have.”
~*~
“Tell us about how you became a vampire,” Dustin says.
Eddie, who’s sitting on the couch in front of the camera, scratches at his neck, just under the collar of his shirt. “Hmm. I was turned in the 80s. Can’t really remember most of it. Was at some concert and some guy offered me some coke or something in the back of his van. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a field feeling like shit. Thought I’d had a bad trip.” Eddie laughs.
“And have you ever turned anyone?” Will asks.
“No,” Eddie tells them, frowning slightly. “Don’t think I’d even know how.”
“But—“ Will starts, but Lucas digs his elbow into his ribs, cutting off his question.
“What about Steve?” Dustin asks instead.
“What about him?”
“He said he’s been with you ten years. That you’ve promised to turn him any day now.”
Eddie smiles, boyish and sweet. “Well. I say a lot of things. And look at him. Who’d give that up?”
Will and Dustin look at each other. “What do you mean?” It’s Lucas who asks this time.
“A pretty little human who does anything I say based on the abstract promise that I might one day make him a vampire?” Eddie grins.
Next to Dustin, Will lets out a long exhale.
#I tried to put a read more on this on mobile but I’m still so confused I’m really sorry!!!! i really tried but it didn’t work in my drafts#I’m sorry :( :( :( I will try again next time I know this sucks I’m scared to post bc I can’t do dumb basic shit on this stupid fucking app#bc I’m so fuckin dumb I’m sorry#steddie#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fanfiction#steddie fanfic#steddie ficlet#steddie blurb#what we do in the shadows Steddie au lolololol#i didn’t know what else to say so it ends at the most awkward place ever but will wants Justice for Steve looololl#I’m not really funny enough to pull off this au but I tried lol#wwdits steddie au
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