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“I’ve been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world.” — My Own Private Idaho.

A couple of months ago I was chatting with the remarkably talented @littleststarfighter about an idea. What about a My Own Private Idaho Steddie? And lo and behold, I was blessed with this beauty! 🤯😍 I’m beyond stunned and immensely grateful for this gift! Thank you beautiful! 💕✨

There MIGHT be a fic that happens in the future on this one.

IT is back in my country's netflix, hell fucking yeah !

lesbyler in the song unholy by sam smith but it's justine's mic's oc cover

please listen to it and like imagine first verse is sung by willow and second is michelle

please omg please tell me i'm not the only who sees the VISION

i kinda wanna write like a found footage style halloween fic of lesbyler

but like

how tf do you write a found footage?????

headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

it’s so important to follow people on tumblr who watch tv shows that you do not watch because sometimes they will put gifsets of beautiful women on your dash and you get to look at them

me watching stranger things season 2: 🙂

me watching stranger things season 2 and one of my sons is onscreen: 🥳🤩🤗

Let’s hope his bark is worse than his bite.

Drew some werewolf Richie and enjoyed every second of it.

I see a man (fictional), I am generally like "okay". I see the same man (fictional) being put in a situation, covered in dirt and blood, perhaps soaking wet, actively sobbing and shaking like a chihuahua, and I am saying "yay" and "yippee" and things of this nature

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

IM LAUGHING SO HARD

So, Millie got married right?

Someone said this and I've been laughing for 5 minutes already

Favourite ship dynamic: no one truly knows what exactly is going on between the two characters, including the characters themselves. But whatever it is, it's written in the fabric of the universe.

Acquired Taste

Vampire Mike wants to hunt new prey using a dating app. He pairs up with pretty boy Will, but Will isn't a normal human. Dinner isn't what either expects. 1.4 words. read on ao3 full thing

He has lived for a few centuries of history, seeing the changing of times, and the great innovation with technology that came of it. On his profile picture, which was a feat to take considering he's a vampire and all, Mike Wheeler managed to snag the help of a witch, his good friend Max Mayfield, to grant him a reflection long enough to do a classic and attractive mirror photo as he sets up his dating account. He hasn't really seen his face in ages, not since he turned into a creature of the night, besides a couple elaborately expensive portraits here and there. His hair is how he left it, a bit lengthy at the shoulders, raven black like an obsidian volcanic glass and wildly curly. His skin is pallid, decorated with freckles and his angular features remain youthful of a man in his mid to late twenties.

"What do you need a dating account for? You can just glamor your prey." Max finishes the charm as Mike positions his phone to capture his best, most thirst trap angles.

"Hunters must always switch up their tactics. Keeps the game more interesting." He flashes a fangy smile and she mimics with a devious grin of her own.

"Typical vamps. Playing with their food."

So, that's how he ends up seated at a table in a chic restaurant. Across from him is a handsome young man, Will Byers, Mike's date that matched with him on the app immediately after posting.

"You haven't ordered anything. Not hungry?" Will sips his wine coyly, eyes never leaving Mike's person. The waitress had come and gone with only Will's meal request, Mike offering a "still thinking on it" to ease her confusion at his non-appetite.

"I'm actually starving," Mike starts, flirtatiously lowering his voice, "But the menu isn't suiting my... Acquired tastes."

I'M CRYING WHY DID TRUMP TAG PAPYRUS