Pool Day

Oh just FUCK RIGHT OFF

Where are the fics where Eddie Munson sees Indie underground pop Steve for the first time since high school and it’s THIS PICTURE and Eddie just???

Steve looks so soft??? What the fuck??

Cue feral rabid rat man Eddie devouring every scrap of Steve he can find like it’ll help solve the mystery of the real thing

Something about this makes me weirdly emotional

I had some unexpected visitors today when I went out to do goat chores!

That's a nice pair of Spaldings. A BS male and a hen. Some idiot just lost $600+ because they thought peafowl were like chickens and could instantly be free ranged.

If they stick around and you'd like to capture them (and they should be captured even if you don't intend to keep them, they do not know where they are and will not be adept at finding food and water and are susceptible to predators), they can be offered game bird feed or dry cat food or whole corn or peanuts, and led into an enclosed space. Shut the door behind them and capture them in the dark (it will be easier to grab them when they can't see).

If you'd like to keep them I can give housing advice, otherwise either contact your local humane society/ASPCA or drop me a PM and let me know where you are and I'll see what I can do about helping you find a place for them with new owners.

The voices in my head.

Tired of stories where the author worldbuilds a whole religion only to chicken out at the last moment by making the main character a skeptic. You mean to tell me that there’s all this richness in lore and culture, but you’ve trapped me with the one person in this society who doesn’t care about it? So bland. I could meet an agnostic easily enough by walking down the street, but your story is my one chance to hear the perspective of someone who follows whatever religion you’ve contrived. You made this whole world; convince me that your character really is from there.

I am laaaate. But who cares.

Drabble Challenge Day 8 - Stars

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Stranger Things - 100 words - rated G

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Great Balls of Fire

“So.” Steve took a step back, taking in the sigh before him. “NASA.”

Clad in his graduation clothes, Dustin beamed. 

“Yes! The interview is next Tuesday. There is no guarantee, but I think I have my chances. 

“You're planning on flying a spaceship to the stars one day, Henderson?

Dustin gave him his most judgmental stare. “They're balls of fire, Steve.” 

“That's not what I was…”

“You can't land on them. You’ll burn down long before reaching the 'surface.'”

“I mean…”

“I’m going to fly a spaceship to Mars, Steve. Because it's a planet. And you can land on those.”