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We don’t take kindly to aphobes around these parts! Please take your bigoted tuchus on out of this here blog, and don’t yah ever come back!

Etho immediately choosing Decked Out 2 (+Tango's reaction) xBCrafted's Season 10 Episode 17 Hermit Q&A

xB: So, question number three. What has been your favourite project, build, and/or event since joining HermitCraft? Etho: That I did? Or that other people did? xB: Uh, just, whatever. Whatever you...y'know, your favourite. Just, whatever. Etho: Oh, that's gotta be Decked Out 2, then. xB: Okay. (laughs) Etho: (laughs) Easy answer! xB: I mean, you only played it a little, though... Etho: Ahh, it was a few months. A few months of my life, there. Got a little bit involved. xB: (laughs) A couple minutes, here and there, you know. Etho: Yeah. xB: I know how you are. No. (laughs) ---- xB: I feel like your answer is gonna be the same as Etho's. Tango: Oh, did he say Decked Out? xB: Yes he did. (laughs) Tango: Ohhhh, my hero! Yeah, Decked Out is definitely my answer. Slam dunk. xB: I was like, 'Yeah, what do you mean? You only played, like, a little bit...' (both laugh) Tango: Well, that -- Honestly, the fact that he said that, means -- means everything to me. That's great, that he values it that high. That's great. That's great. xB: Oh, yeah, yeah. He was like, he was like, 'That's easy. Decked Out 2.' I was like, 'Okay!' (laughs) Tango: (laughs) Fantastic. Good! Good!

Eddie, posting a TikTok: Hey g-

Steve, in the most accusatory voice ever: What did you do?

Eddie: What?

Steve: Did you break your NDA again? There’s a guy outside in our bushes

Eddie:

Eddie: Oh! Yeah, this pap has been following me around all week. No idea what he thinks I’m up to.

Steve: …It’s paparazzi?

Steve: Okay, I’m going to hit him with *reaches for the closest swingable object* a tennis racket

Eddie: Oh my god, just turn the sprinklers on before we’re on the news.

Eddie, to the camera: And people think I’m the unhinged- Steve, don’t open the door!

Eddie: Anyways, stream Corroded Coffin’s new song. Out tomorrow. Gotta go.

a babygirl

“nobody understands me” but not in the “edgy suffering from teenager syndrome mad at mom” kind of way, but the “lonely isolating young adult realization that the specific combination of mental illnesses and past experiences i’ve had have resulted in a pattern of behaviors that are often misinterpreted and misconstrued by others” type of way

its a shame that scientology is the name of a rich person cult and not a really cool religion that thinks of scientific equations and laws of physics as a celestial language that allows us to understand the universe and the energies of wind and gravity and that the forces that act on the world around us are holy and curiosity to learn about them is holy and being a scholar learning to fight against them and work with them and discover new ones makes you a prophet. or whatever

the worst day of their lives so far, but the night is quiet

Gimme that GOOD shit girlie 💅✨ (Starstruck x Galacta knight)

✧˖°. give up what you love, before it does you in .°˖✧

so many griddlehark doomers on this website. smh my head…….theyre doomed by fate AND the narrative to be intrinsically intertwined no matter what. i cannot conceive of a finished locked tomb series where theyre not lying dead in each other’s arms or existing together in some fugue state of unbeing. not even death can separate the lesbians that scratch each other bloody and then cry in each other’s arms. they have been fated to orbit one another literally since their conception. one flesh one end, bitch.

I love every "Death set Dream up with Hob on purpose" headcanon, and I love "actually I was planning to throw Chaucer at you but I can wing it pretty damn well and, once I heard Hob call me stupid, I knew, yeah that's going to be Dream's boyfriend". It takes a village (or an older sister) to get Dream a boyfriend.

Now, I'm picturing the entire Endless family blindsided when Dream comes to a family dinner like "I GOT MARRIED! LIKE TWO MINUTES AFTER THE LAST DINNER--" "That was a literal century ago?!"
 "-- YEAH. WE'RE DOING A VOW RENEWAL."

Not a single sibling clocked this. Not even Destiny.

Destiny, out loud: it was an unlikely path in my book, so I didn't give it much attention 
Destiny, in his head: honestly I started speed-reading/skimming through Dream's love life paragraphs because watching him crash and burn and cause massive body counts just seemed so... repetitive and predictable?

Death: knowing our brother, I was carefully managing my expectations and was just glad he was still doing the century meetups last time I'd checked. Good for him, managing to stay with somebody for a century, that outstrips his last relationship by ... like 7 decades.  Kind of offended I wasn't invited to this wedding, kind of not planning to say anything?

Desire: At this point, I stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalalala" whenever I hear anything about Dream and want, either him wanting or somebody wanting him, because Death said I had to stop making fun of him for how disproportionate his Yearn to Act Ratio was, and any ammunition I can't use is just ... irritating. I figured if anything really changed, my twin would tell me about his descent into misery.

Despair: He was less miserable, but I assumed it was a fluke and he'd return to his normal equilibrium eventually. And it's not like my twin let me know he'd managed to successfully want AND obtain something?

Destruction is Sir Not Appearing In This Picture.

And Delirium had more important things to think about than her brother's sad love life, like would flying fish fired out of confetti cannons be considered birds until they landed?

Meanwhile all denizens of the Dreaming are never not aware that Dream is happily married, because the weather has been perfect for years and the throne room stained glass is some variation of Hob and Dream being lovey-dovey.

Lucienne: If I see them necking in the stacks ever again I will be forced to take action, and Lord Morpheus is aware of that fact, but we haven’t had a library flood in 103 years, so overall we’re pleased.

tesslinua: a sketch in 2 parts

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Steve squints his eyes. It just looks like some seedy bar that's only frequented by truckers on the way to better places and occasionally undercover detectives chasing serial killers.

"It's the address Heather gave me." Robin doesn't sound so sure. Maybe it's too good to be true. A queer bar, somewhere between Indianapolis and Hawkins.

Steve swallows. His hands are sweaty which is stupid, because if it's not the shred of hope they were chasing after, it's just a bar. They'll pretend to be on a date, drink a beer and that's it. Nothing special, except for devastating disappointment.

Robin squeezes his hand. Steve squeezes back.

They walk through the door. At the first glance Steve thinks it seems like a usual bar. People chatting, laughing, drinking.

But there's something different about it. Women holding hands, obviously flirting, guys winking at each other, touching each other, people that seem to be neither women nor men and everybody just seems so... happy. Free. And most importantly, it feels safe.

Steve sees Robin's shoulders relaxing and his own relief in her smile.

"You came!" Heather waves at them. The blond guy standing next to her turns around, probably to see who she's talking to and freezes.

Billy Hargrove stares at him with wide eyes. The bottle of beer slides out of his hands. Steve is glad he hasn't gotten a drink yet, because he would have choked on it.

Billy Hargrove is here. In the gayest place near Hawkins. Wearing eyeliner and black nail polish- what's even more distracting is the red crop top leaving very little to the imagination (not that Steve needs to imagine it, he has seen everything under the showers).

"Careful, sweetie." A tall woman grabs a broom and collects the shards from the ground, shushing Billy when he wants to help her. "If the guy is that jaw dropping, you have to buy him a drink."

Even in the dim light Steve can see Billy's face turning bright red.

"You've heard the lady." Steve grins at Billy. He doesn't think Billy will take a swing at him here. All the secrets are out it seems.

Billy rolls his eyes. "Bet you're an expensive date, Harrington."

It would probably be a smooth line. If Heather wasn't cackling next to him and if his hands weren't shaking. Billy frowns in annoyance. His nose scrunches. Steve always thought he was hot, but now he also looks cute.

"Only one way to find out."

This is going to be the best night ever.

Wolf Link wants everyone to share easy recipes so we can all make sure we eat! Uli will ensure the house doesn’t burn to the ground 👍🏻

[47] hes reading iskalls love letters

i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3