The Leftism Leaving People's Bodies When It's Time To Build A Villager Trading Hall

I’ve been dragged into the steddie fandom and there is no crawling back out…

Them 💗🖤

Spider Enid :)

Second favorite thing about stranger things is Nancy’s eye makeup getting progressively messier every episode. Favorite is will getting progressively gayer every season.

i love how angry jonathan is with mike at all times in s4. he’s so real for that.

im going to die

Rainy days // Edward Nashton x reader fluff

A/N: This is mostly gender neutral except for that the word princess is used like once

C/W: Yelling. Thats it really lmk if theres anything else i should tag

Summary: Eddie is acting UP bruh give your partner some attention idiot

Word count: 1.2K     -    Requested by: @littlejupcakie8​

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The rain formed small droplets along the window, hitting it with a soft thrum. You’ve always loved the rain, the foggy atmosphere and the soft breeze that came with it filled you with a childish joy. When you were little you would sit outside, letting yourself get absorbed in the droplets of water. More often than not doing so would make you sick, but you never minded.

The beauty of this sight is something you now typically like to share with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Eddie. Where was he?

You stood up from besides the windowsill and wandered through the apartment, only to find him hunched over his desk. The lights were low and his computer was open. You figured he was doing something important. It was known to you what he did as the Riddler. It never bothered you much, you had the same beliefs as he did and you knew what he did was out of good heart. Occasionally you would even help him with his ventures. To say he loved when you went along with him was an understatement. He loved spending time with you and he loved making the city a better place, it was the perfect scenario.

“Ed?” You knocked at the frame of the door.

“I’m busy sweetheart.” He replied, not even giving you the courtesy to look away from his computer. You could already tell he was stressed. Usually he comes running like a dog when you call his name. He would drop almost anything for you.

“It’s raining.” You walk inside the room and sit yourself next to him. You wanted his attention, so you were gonna get it.

“I bet it’s real pretty but I said I’m busy.” He gave a quick, yet patronizing smile. Still yet to look up at you.

“Can’t you take a break for a second?”

He remains silent, typing away at the keyboard. At this point you didn’t know what to say. You weren’t used to him almost blatantly ignoring you. Even if he was busy. Needless to say you were a little upset, hurt even. You would never demand your boyfriend attention, but you also never really had to. He’s always been insanely obsessed with you, attaching himself to you at your hip basically.

“Edddwwaarrdd.” You lean into him as you drag out his name, sure this would get even a glance.

It didn’t.

“Eddie.” You go farther this time, poking his arm. “Ed.” You poke him again.

Still he doesn’t acknowledge you. You lean back and pout. What could possibly be so important that he starts acting like this. You were in utter disbelief and didn’t even know how to handle this. Do you just go back into the living room and wait for him? Do you stay here and sit in silence with him? Your need for his attention is even higher than when you first came in here. You wanted him to give at least some explanation for his sudden behavior.

Then it hit you like a brick. Does he not love you anymore? It didn’t make sense, but I mean, doesn’t it? From the very moment he met you he was in love with you. No. Even before he met you he was in love with you. Completely and madly obsessed with you. There was a tracker in the soles of all your shoes to prove it. So, it would be within reason that he’s tired himself out from you right? That he’s already poured out all the love he could possibly give.

Fuck. If he doesn’t love you anymore what would he do with you? You know he’s the Riddler. Would he kill you for knowing? Would he kill you just because? Part of you hopes he does. You don’t know what you’d do without him. It’s not that you technically needed him. You could be perfectly stable on your own. You had money, a job, friends (kind of). But what would you do after him. You couldn’t ever possibly date someone else. It was a fact that no one would ever love you how he does. No one would ever amount to him as a boyfriend.

The tears started to well up in your eyes. You fought them off as best you could but it started to become overwhelming. Now you wanted to be close to him. You wanted to hold him, hug him from behind while he worked. You wanted to embrace him, to feel his skin against your own. Doing so would almost immediately make you feel better. Just to have both of your presence’s intertwined in this dreadful silence. You were nervous, but you make the decision to ask. “Ed?” You whisper with a shaky voice.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ. How many FUCKING times do I have to tell you I’m busy.” He yelled. The sudden rise in his voice caught you off guard. Edward has never raised his voice like this to you. “Don’t you have EYES? YOU CAN SEE I’M WORKING.” His fists slammed against the desk, shaking everything on it.

Finally, he turned to look at you, only to find you cowering away from him with tears streaming down your face. In that moment he realized what he’d done. He released the tension in his fists and dropped his shoulders. His mouth dropped open a slight bit with the corners of his lips tugging downwards.

“No I didn’t-” For a second he started to reach over to you, but he immediately stopped himself. Neither of you knew what to do. Was this your fault? God you should’ve just stayed and watched the rain. “Y/N”

“I just wanted to ask to sit in your lap.” You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice to anything more than a hush.

He sighed. “C’mere.” He took your hand into his and led you over to him. Hesitantly, you fell into his lap. “I’m sorry princess.” A long sigh dragged from his mouth. “I’m so sorry.” His head leaned into your chest, he was shaking. He seemed to be just as upset at his outburst as you are.

You start to feel a small wetness against your collarbone, he was crying. You placed your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his unkempt blond hair. His hands clung to the back of your shirt as he sobbed into you. Of course you felt bad for him, not that you should, he was the one who yelled at you. But you didn’t expect him to breakdown about it. To some this would come off as manipulative, but to you this was just your Eddie. You knew his reaction was genuine. You knew by the way his fingers dug into your back, holding you as closely as possible.

You removed your hand from his head and placed it on his jaw, moving his face to look at yours. “Please don’t do that again.”

He rapidly shook his head. “I swear I won’t I won’t ever let that happen again.” He pleads. His hands go from your back to your thighs, rubbing them in a sweet way. He wasn’t trying to make any sexual advances, he just wanted to feel you. “I love you” He brought his lips to yours. “So much.” Softly, he connected them.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really?”

He quickly pulls his face away from you. “I do I promise you I do.” His green eyes pierce into you. “I will ALWAYS love you. You know I’m crazy about you.”

“Can we go watch the rain now?”

i am sick of the black phone hashtag. I WANNA SEE COOL BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTOS. NOT SMUT OF THE GRABBER.

Night Hunters

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

NOTE : This takes place before Kiri and Tuktirey, so the reader is Jake's youngest child and only daughter.

ENJOY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVES

Giggles erupted from you as you padded through the forest, rapidly ducking underneath leaves and hopping over mushrooms. Your movements were fluid--just like your mother taught you--as you briefly glanced back for your pursuer. However, when you failed to see him, you skidded to a stop.

Panting, you twisted around, looking over your shoulders. Though the hour was late, the forest was far from inactive. Creatures, that were currently not within your eyesight, chirped around you. A gust of wind blew your hair, causing you to whip around, once again. However, your soaring heart slowed when you caught sight of a group of fan lizards. You followed them with your gaze, watching as they soared higher and higher into the air.

The glow from their bioluminescent wings lit the surrounding area, giving everything they glided past a temporary glow. As they flew deeper into the forest, the glow from one of the lizards suddenly illuminated a pair of yellow eyes. Upon seeing their glow, you gasped as your heart jumped, releasing a scream before turning around and taking off at a sprint.

As you ran, you heard bigger, heavier footsteps behind you, further fueling your adrenaline rush. Giggles poured out of your mouth as you pushed yourself to run faster, desperately weaving between trees and hopping over bushes.

Grunting, you pushed your legs to move faster. You didn't dare look back, knowing that the action would only slow you down.

When you felt yourself gain a bit of distance, you ducked underneath an oversized leaf, allowing it to conceal your presence. Releasing a breath, you gently sat down and pressed your back against the plant. Reaching behind you, you grabbed your queue and brought it over your shoulder. You, then, took a piece from the rest of your hair, absentmindedly playing with it between your fingers as you waited.

Thank goodness Mommy let me wear my hair out today, you thought to yourself.

You'd been begging your mother to style your hair in the same hairstyle that she wore on special occasions--where most of her hair was down, except for the front portion, which would be pulled behind her head and held with a flower. You knew that, if you had beads in, the noise from them might give you away.

For a long moment, you didn't hear any movement around you. That quickly changed, however, when you saw a familiar silhouette come into view. The soft, nocturnal glow from the forest illuminated the area around the figure, making its shape show more prominently through the leaf. You covered your mouth as the tall figure stalked closer to your hiding place. As the figure turned, still searching, its queue whipped around behind it.

Pressing your hand tighter to your mouth, you shook with anticipatory giggles. However, when one slipped out, you sucked in a breath as your eyes widened.

The figure whipped around, now facing you. Then, at an agonizingly slow pace, it lowered itself to its knees before beginning to crawl. You held your breath as you pressed your back against the plant. It drew closer, stalking forward like a predator scoping out its prey.

Before long, it was right in front of you. The leaf was the only boundary between you and your predatory pursuer. Your heart pumped within your chest, echoing inside your ears as a pair of hands made their way around each side of the leaf.

Unable to hold yourself anymore, you squealed, giggling loudly as the hands crawled towards you, moving in a motion that resembled two spiders. As the "spiders" closed in, you pulled your feet in, tucking them closer to you. However, the spiders anticipated this movement and grabbed your ankles before you could pull them out of reach.

"No!" you squealed, giggling as you tried to free your feet.

"Oh, Y/N . . . ?" the figure finally spoke, making you giggle louder, "Where, oh where, has my babygirl gone?"

With one quick pull, you were yanked from under the leaf. The quick force caused you to fall onto your back. You covered your face, shielding your eyes from the awaiting gaze of the vicious predator that had been stalking you. However, once you came to a stop, the hands released your ankles.

Though your vision was blocked, you could feel a large body hovering over you. The feeling of a couple of loose strands of hair brushed over your hands. Then, large hands gripped your wrists and forced them away from your eyes. Immediately, you were face-to-face with the mischievous, awaiting gaze of your father.

Tilting his head, a playful smile pulled at his lips. "There she is," he growled.

Letting out a scream, you sat up and tried to run, once again. However, Jake didn't let you escape this time. After quickly grabbing your waist, he scooped you up.

"Oh no you don't," he said, laying you back down on the ground.

Desperate giggles fell from your lips as you squirmed, looking up at your father. He chuckled as he grabbed your fighting arms and held them in place.

With a subtle shake of his head, he rasped, "You're mine now."

He, then, lowered his head to your stomach and blew an enormous raspberry onto your skin. Squeezing your eyes closed, you shrieked with giggles, squirming desperately at the ticklish sensation.

After a moment, Jake raised his head, wanting to get a look at your face. Upon seeing your joyous expression, he broke into a smile before beginning to laugh himself. Then, he lowered his head again, placing his lips back on your belly. This time, he blew a shorter raspberry before shaking his head back and forth, making playful growling noises into your skin. You threw your head back, hollering with childish laughter, once again.

Then, without warning, he raising your arms before alternating between your hollows and neck, blowing short raspberries into your skin. Your laughter spiked, increasing an octave as the sensation became nearly unbearable.

Sensing your lack of breath, Jake let up, raising his head to watch you. He smiled fondly as your giggles slowly quieted down. Shaking his head, he chuckled before lowering his head to you again. Thinking he was going to blow another raspberry, you shrugged your shoulders, shrinking away from him as anticipatory giggles bubbled up again.

This made him laugh more. "No more tickles, baby," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Just wanted to give you a kiss."

You let out a breath as he released you. However, since you were too tired to move from your position on the ground, you simply stayed put. As Jake leaned up, he positioned himself to sit down before turning back to you. When he saw you panting on the ground, he threw his head back in laughter.

"Aw, babygirl," he chuckled, reaching down and picking you up, "Too ticklish for your own good?"

You shook your head, leaning against him as he placed you on his lap.

"No?" he asked, chuckling as you shook your head again, "Well, you definitely have it worse than your brothers, that's for sure."

"Why should I suffer for that?" you exclaimed, making Jake place a hand on your head and laugh again.

The sudden sound of a low growl ceased both of your movements. Looking up, you quickly realized that the growl hadn't come from your father. Jake jumped up, pushing you behind him as he faced the direction of the growl. As he kept his left hand on your stomach, keeping you behind him, his right hand reached into his belt and pulled out his knife.

Fear spiked within you as a thanator slowly emerged from the bush. Gasping, you reached up and grabbed Jake's hand.

"Daddy," you whimpered, feeling your heart rate pickup.

""It's okay, babygirl," he replied.

Though he was now heavily distracted, he took the time to give your small hand a gentle squeeze. Peeking around his much taller body, you watched as the thanator let out a venomous hiss. Jake, who had not taken his eyes off of the carnivorous creature, narrowed his eyes before tilting his head. Then, he let out a hiss of his own, challenging the creature.

Shivers ran down your spine as you heard the chilling sound. You'd never heard him hiss in such a way.

Just as the creature began to stalk forward, a loud squawk was heard from above. You gasped as Jake's ikran suddenly flew in from above the trees. Crowing loudly, it landed in between Jake and the thanator before turning to hiss at the approaching creature.

You barely had time to register the moment before Jake scooped you up and hopped onto the creature's back. With you sitting in front of him, he secured the bond before giving it an order.

"Yah!" he yelled, signaling the creature to take off.

Sucking in a breath, you leaned back against your father's chest as the ikran took off in a vertical position, briefly missing the thanator's reaching claws as it jumped.

As the ikran took you through the trees, wind rushed past your ears. Heart pounding, you reached out and grabbed your father's wrist. After glancing down, he freed one of his hands and gripped your waist.

"I got you, sweetheart," he said, "It's okay."

Too stunned to respond, you simply nodded and allowed him to hold you to him.

At last, you surpassed the treetops and reached the night sky. Your jaw dropped as you took in the view. Below you, the forest's glow was still visible. Above you, stars gleamed through the dark blue blanket that coated the sky. Neighboring planets were also visible, filling the sky with their blue radiance.

Jake temporarily released you to level out the ikran before gripping you again.

Your father had never taken you on his ikran before, not that he'd ever intended to. Jake had planned for your first time to be after the final hunter exam, should you choose to become a hunter. However, in that moment, he knew that this exception was more than necessary. He couldn't have been more grateful for his ikran's aid in getting you out alive.

"Whew." He released a breath. "I shouldn't have had you out this late, anyway. Your mother's not gonna be too happy with me."

You looked up at him. "Please don't stop our night adventures, Daddy," you replied.

He glanced down at you before smiling gently. "Don't worry about that now, babygirl," he responded, "Just try to get some shut-eye, alright?"

After releasing a sigh, you nodded before leaning back against his chest. You felt him place a kiss on your head before rubbing your stomach. With one last look at the sky, and the glowing forest below you, you closed your eyes.

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i'm really curious on what happened to the perception of noah schnapp. why did everyone in the stranger things fandom (especially bylers!!) go from hating him and saying they'll boycott st5 because of him (and other zionist cast members), to calling him "my shaylaaa" and adoring him again?

was the palestine tag not trending long enough for you guys to at least keep up the perfomative activism for a little long to make it look convincing? the people on this tag (and app) are the biggest flakes ever