Deceit!

A great comic telling people to stand up for their fellow fans!

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

Could you draw B1 with Daniel... (I don't want Daniel sad but I'm very curious now)

what happens when no one wants strawberry soda but wants grape instead-

Expression Meme prompt: https://cultdavidandcounselordaniel.tumblr.com/post/169442496788/crispych0colate-i-made-some-expression-memes

Eddie can’t sleep with all the snoring. He should’ve taken Steve’s guest room when he had the chance but Eddie apparently is an affectionate drunk. He didn’t protest when Steve and Robin lead him to Steve’s bedroom and the three had just collapsed onto the bed together.

Now Steve is snoring like a fucking chainsaw. How can he be expected to sleep in these conditions? Hey, at least Eddie’s found one thing he finds undesirable in Steve. It was beginning to be too much— the constant barrage of butterflies in his stomach whenever Steve did completely normal, swoon worthy things. But Steve snoring like a faulty boat motor? No butterflies. Problem solved.

But Eddie’s still mad that he can’t sleep. He flops around angrily to glare at Steve’s slumbering form and— the dude is on his back, wide awake and blinking up at the ceiling. Now Steve’s back to being stupid perfect and that just makes Eddie more mad.

“What the fuck,” he whisper-shouts in the dark. Steve, fucking glowing in the eerie blue-tinted light spilling in through the window, just turns to him and shrugs.

Eddie props himself up on his elbows and peers over him at Robin— who is twisted up in a blanket, dead to the world and making enough noise to scare away a wild demogorgan probably.

“Does this happen often?” He asks Steve.

“Only when she’s drunk, and you don’t need to whisper, no way you can wake her up now,”

“Oh,” Eddie flops back down on his stomach making a mournful noise. “Goodbye sleep, you will be missed,” Steve turns to Eddie, curling up onto his side until his face was so close to Eddie’s that their noses almost touch.

“I can think of other ways to pass time,” Steve practically purrs. Eddie barely hears him past the blood roaring in his ears.

“L-like what?” He tries and fails to keep his own voice steady. If Steve making eyes at him from a distance are dangerous then those eyes in this proximity are deadly. Eddie discreetly pinches himself to keep him from doing something stupid. Like closing the gap between their lips.

“Like—” Steve pulls himself up and, holyfuckingshit, plants a knee on either side of Eddie’s hips. Eddie doesn’t have an exact number for the times his dream had started exactly like this. Steve on his hands and knees, hovering over Eddie.

This is happening. Is this happening? With Robin right there beside them? Actually Eddie doesn’t care about that part but is it happening?

Then Steve moves again, gets off Eddie and slides off the bed like he didn’t nearly just send the man into cardiac arrest. “We could go watch a movie?” The fucker smirks at him like he knows exactly what he just did to Eddie. Get it together, Munson.

Eddie ends up following Steve downstairs like a love sick puppy anyways. Even lets him pick a cheesy musical to watch. When Eddie finally starts to drift off to slumberland, he feels a strong pair of arms pulling him into a warm chest. And the last thing Eddie thinks of before fully succumbing to sleep is that maybe he might have a chance with Steve after all.

Everyone,  at one time or another,  has been confronted with the moral dilemma of telling the truth to a friend or loved one. Are there caveats to the moral principle of honesty? Are there situations where lying is the right thing to do? In this video, one such dilemma is encountered and the Sanders Sides are all trying to get down to the bottom of what’s the truth on lying! This video is a DOOZY. Hope you enjoy!

Here lies My Sanity. It was not cut out for my love of shipping.

Here lies Asia. They are not going to be able to make it.

Instead of bitchless loser Eddie, what about pathetic omega Steve?

King Steve who presents as an omega and gets shunned by most of the school because of it. His parents aren’t home to help with his transition and he has no pack, no friends nor followers anymore.

He falls from his place atop the high school hierarchy in a matter of days.

And then he’s just alone.

Steve shows up to school, does what he needs to, and leaves without interacting with people any more than he absolutely has to.

He quits all his teams and secludes himself, resigned to being alone in every way imaginable because of his designation.

And then he catches a scent he likes one day.

He doesn’t mean to be weird about it. But someone’s scent— their very essence— grabs his attention and he can’t help but crave more.

It’s intoxicating.

And normally, Steve might have more restraint, but he’s been ostracized from other people and his inner omega is begging for comfort, for the scent of a stranger whose biology is crying out to his own and he’s drawn in like a moth to a flame.

So Steve goes looking.

He keeps catching traces of the scent, but it takes a while to pinpoint the exact source since there are so many people in the school and he doesn’t get too close to anyone.

But he finds it in the place he’s least expecting it to be. The old picnic table behind the school is practically covered in it.

So Steve waits there.

Basically has his face pushed into the old wood, trying to pick up whatever traces he can. He wishes he could maintain some of his dignity, but that went out the window a while ago when he started trying to track down a stranger for their scent like a lovesick pup.

He’s so lost in the comfort, in the feeling of safety and acceptance, that he doesn’t hear the arrival of a second party until it scares him.

“Harrington? What are you doing out here? I thought Tommy normally collected your party favors. Or— wait, are you even doing that shit anymore?”

Eddie Munson. King of the Freaks. Resident drug dealer of Hawkins High. More importantly, an alpha.

His alpha.

This is whose scent he sniffed down like an unruly bloodhound.

Shame rushes through him fast and hard, nearly knocking him off his feet. Luckily, he’s caught by someone with faster reflexes than his own because his balance is iffy after his little round of intoxication off a scent.

“Whoa there, Steve. You sick or something, man? You had your head down a moment ago, maybe you should sit for a minute,” Eddie suggests kindly, leading him back to the table and sitting right next to him.

Steve immediately leans into the side, probably getting too close and in Eddie’s personal space, but he can’t help it. The older boy smells so good that it’s actually ridiculous. And he’s weak from it. Practically drunk.

A whine of distress leaves his throat without his permission. It’s horribly embarrassing, but Eddie just wraps his arm around Steve’s waist and gently pulls him closer.

His head lays on the alpha’s shoulder without permission and his body melts the rest of the way into the warm embrace. It feels so good. Better than he’s felt in a long time.

Certainly better than he has since presenting.

Just being held, having someone treat him kindly, like he’s not a waste of space... It’s enough to have him start crying.

“Oh sweetheart… you’re okay, omega. I got you,” Eddie shushes him, scooping him up the rest of the way until he’s being held in the alpha’s lap now.

He buries his face in Eddie’s chest and inhales deeply, no longer caring how this looks. If he’s allowing it, Steve’s going to take every ounce he can get.

“You smell so good, alpha,” he murmurs into Eddie’s shirt. “Wanna stay here with you. Please.”

Eddie looks down at him with a heartbroken expression, but he quickly composes his face, as if to reassure the omega.

“I’m not going to leave you, baby. I think your inner omega is going through a drop right now and you were looking for someone safe to take care of you,” Eddie explains kindly, stroking his long fingers through Steve’s hair and causing him to purr with happiness.

His alpha is accepting him. He’s not going to be sad like he’s been.

“Don’t wanna be alone anymore,” Steve confirms. He reaches a shaking hand up and uses it to pull Eddie’s head down a bit.

The alpha complies easily, giving in to his silent request. It makes it easier for Steve to brush his nose against Eddie’s throat, searching for his scent glands so he can inhale straight from the source.

His head goes fuzzy, but his entire body relaxes. No more tension or pain that’s been lingering in the background for weeks.

Just this. Eddie. Warm, soft, kind alpha.

“Let me get you home, sweet boy. Back to your nest,” Eddie suggests quietly, standing without protest despite the extra weight protected in his arms.

Steve shakes his head, but hesitates to explain his dilemma when the alpha gives him a confused look. Eddie presses a sweet kiss to his forehead and waits for him to speak instead.

“I… I don’t have a nest, Eddie. Don’t have any scents to put in it but mine. Wouldn’t even be worth it. I’m a bad omega,” Steve cries harder and prays that Eddie won’t abandon him for a proper omega with a real nest.

Instead, the alpha gives him the softest look imaginable and simply replies, “That’s okay. We’ll just go make you one then. Now you have two scents for it, baby. Yours and your alpha’s.”

Can we just… normalize teens loving their parents? Like obviously you’re not obligated to if your parents are shitty, but damn, I love my mom. She’s there for me all the time and sure we have rough patches but honestly she’s the greatest. Like. We need teens to know that they don’t have to hate their parents just cause.