Howl Truly Is The Man Of All Time. He’s A Playboy. He’s A Malewife. He Fell In Love With A Ninety

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[TEXT ID: I cook rice the way my mother taught me when I was ten years old. I peel my apples before I eat them because that's how my father did it. I watch movies differently now because a friend I haven't seen in four years once told me that every scene could have an implied message, and I enjoy hearing some of 'the father's jokes' just because he used to tell me the whole way home. There are songs I can't listen to anymore because they remind me of the people I used to love. We are somehow a little part of everyone we have met in our life, and even if they leave, there are some pieces of them that are still inside us; as a home, a lesson, or maybe a story worth telling- it's kind of our choice now. END ID]

THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF ARTHUR LESTER

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i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

The King of the Freaks | Pt 4

(Yes I am too lazy to keep writing that long title so it’s been changed from now on…)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Eddie was kinda pissed as he stabbed at the food on his tray. “You sure they said we can’t?” Gareth question, and he sounded just as Eddie felt.

“They said that we couldn’t do this week,” Eddie said again, and he glanced up as Steve moved to sit down next to Jeff. He was pulling something out of his backpack and it was the first time since that first time that Steve actually sat with them.

“What can’t you guys do?” Steve questioned as he pulled out a container of cookies and slid them over to Jeff.

Jeff lit up even as the others looked confused. “We can’t do Hellfire this week. Apparently, the drama club needs the drama room this week.” Jeff explains, and Steve pauses.

His face makes a hundred micro expressions before he shrugs, “You could do it at my house. I don’t really care.” Steve states and moves to stand back up hit Jeff pulls him back down. “Uh, what?”

He looks confused, and it’s unfair because it seems like the moment they should be confused. “Three questions. First I thought you had swimming? Second, why would you let us do it at your house? Most parents think we are a cult, and I doubt your parents would think differently. And lastly, what’s up with the cookies?”

Steve looks a little embarrassed as he’s forced to stay there. But he meets Eddie’s gaze. “First, I do have swimming, but I don’t care. Come over that night or another if you really care. Second, my parents are in either Beijing or Belgium right now, so they don’t get an opinion. And the cookies are for Jeff because he helped me last weekend. He can share, or he doesn’t have to, I don’t care.”

Eddie blinks, “you’d let us be at your house without you there?”

“Sure, why not. I doubt you’ll trash the entire place. And even if you do, there’s not much you could do I haven’t seen before. I’ve had enough parties to get good at cleaning up.” Steve states, and Eddie looks at the others, trying to see if they’re just as confused.

“That’s amazing, dude! How about we get pizza, since you’ll host?” Jeff offers, and Steve gives them a tight smile. Eddie’s not sure if it’s because of the topic of food or the idea that they’re going to take him up on the offer. 

Steve nods and it’s a little sharp, “Right. Yeah just let me know date and time.” He pauses and goes back to his bag. He pauses before he can pull whatever he’s grabbed before steeling himself. “Here, just in case I’m busy.” He drops a key onto the table and practically bolts from the table. 

Eddie waits for him to come back and take the key with a sike. But he doesn’t, instead Eddie sees him dodge Billy’s foot and escape out of the lunch room. “Here I thought we were adopting him.” Gareth mused and picked up the key. Jeff smacked him and took the key. “Hey!” Gareth complains. 

“Yeah, I’ve actually been to his house so…” Jeff points out.

That gets Eddie back up and moving, “yeah. About that, what the hell?”

Jeff laughs, “I helped him cook. He’s been struggling with meet lately and you know my sister.” Eddie nods because it does make sense but at the same time it makes zero sense. “I bumped into him at the store…” Jeff trails off, “I think we need to try harder.”

“Harder?” Eddie squeaked and his friends gave him a look that he really wished he didn’t know. 

Jeff doesn’t let that stop him though. “Well, I thought it was bad enough going from top dog to the new top dog’s chew toy but the guy is struggling. He only had condiments in his fridge even though he told me he was a good cook, which he is. Apparently he has no clue where his parents are at the moment. He had a guess but that was it. And! He has no clue when they’re coming back. I asked and he laughed it off saying maybe for Christmas. Christmas.”

“It’s not even Thanksgiving yet!” Grant states and Jeff nods. 

Gareth sighs, “I’ve been bothering him during my free period. Normally just working on shit next to him… but the dude is not okay. He squints when he reads like he can’t see it well. I’m pretty sure he’s been getting migraines since he fought with Billy. And I’m 80% sure he’s partially deaf in his left ear. Cause if I whisper on that side he never responds. But he will when I sit on his right.”

“He never eats lunch,” Eddie sighs. “He always tears his food apart to make it look like he’s eating. If his fridge is empty than he might not be eating that often.”

“Well shit,” Grant sighs. “But how do we help him without it being weird.”

Eddie presses his hands together under his chin to think. “Okay, so we stop with the subtle friendship and go for it. If we’re his best friends then maybe he’ll let us help him.”

“So operation make Steve Harrington friendship bracelets is ago.” Gareth grins and Jeff throws a grape at him. 

They already had access to the boy’s house. How hard could it be?

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We as an a society are not the ready for the moment Husk calls Angel by his real name.

I just got a complaint on one of my fics that having an aromantic character love their family and want them to not die horribly at the hands of the villain is "amatonormativity" and I am BEGGING people to just learn to say, "I don't like it" rather than co-opt words pertaining to important concepts in the aro community. Not wanting your family to die is not a sign the author is beholden to the amatonormative agenda. It just means that your brother owes you 10 bucks so that asshole can't die yet and Mom hasn't told you the secret to her homecooked chicken yet so we can't let her go and fuck it, Dad's good at fixing stuff, let's not have him die, either, while we're at it.

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Have seen a lot of people say they've never heard of Malevolent in the last couple of days, so here's my pitch. Malevolent is a show in which a small British man gouges someone's eyes out with his bare fucking hands while the Eldritch entity that lives in his head pleads with him to get control of himself.

Can't stop thinking about the line "you treat your mouth as if its heavans gate" to describe someone who heavily regulates what comes and goes from their body whether that be in the form of strictly following a healthy diet or refraining from profanity and speaking in ways that may be deemed sinful