Stranger Things Appreciation Week - Day 7: Favorite Place
» The Wheeler’s Home

“My parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I’m down there all the time anyways. My point is, they’ll take care of you.”

I love seeing posts go over my dash which are just, y’know, witchy, because inevitably they have a really pleasing pure white and green aesthetic and words like “make sure your house is a place of calm tranquility and to banish negative energy regularly by burning sage and keeping crystals in strategic places WuW”

And then there’s me in my basement, hurling burning sage like a hand grenade and banging old iron pots and pans together like “wHO FUCKING WaNtS SOME, COME ON, BRING IT ON IF YE THINK YER HARD ENOUGH”

I just realized maybe the point of that ask was to get me to say I don’t have a gender identity. I still don’t -identify- as anything, womanhood is just a term which implicates me and serves as shorthand for my relationship to gender and patriarchy. It’s not that deep tbh. Pretending everyone primary interactions with gender are through identity is buuuuuuuuuullshit. I have been assigned a particular place in patriarchy. I don’t plan to change that through medical or social transition. If you wanna call me transmasc because I won’t cave and just say my gender identity is female and it feels nice to misgender me that way, go ahead. I’m a big girl and I’ve grown quite used to it from queer groups tbh. I’ll live.

aarontveit: Arnold Palmer. The king. No one will ever be as cool, or come close. And not many people have enjoyed their life’s work with such integrity, passion, and love. Changed the face of Golf and American sports. And the countless stories of people’s lives he made time for, and touched. Sports hero of mine. But even more so for the towering human he was.
have to guess that the amazing golf we saw today was his spirit joining his place amongst the Golf Gods! #riptheking

This is inspired from a conversation I had with @parzival1 about the ending of my dark turtles AU, when they find out that Shredder is a lying meanie and go against him. @parzival1 came up with the quote and I just loved it! (Thanks for the inspiration) Leo is fighting Shredder and finally has him beat (That is who is at the end of Leo’s blade). And like any dramatic scene, yes, it’s raining, haha! I wanted to add more detail to this BUT short on time so this is all you get, so I hope you like the sketch anyway ^^ Wouldn’t you like to know how this scene ends, haha ;)


A modern Wells/Bellamy AU for the lovely @natharmillerWhere Bellamy and Wells met in college, probably hated each other for like an entire year, got really drunk at a party (organized by Monty, for sure) and ended up having some really interesting and very nonsensical discussion about philosophy that turned them into friends. The rest is history.

[Caption: a series of social media edits of Wells Jaha and Bellamy Blake. In order:

Wells’ Instagram profile. User: WJaha. Description: “yes, that Wells Jaha”. The photos visible are: a picture of Wells at a museum, Wells and Bellamy talking, Bellamy in bed, Bellamy dressed as James Potter, Wells in a dress suit, a coffee on top of a pile of notes, a photo of green leaves, Wells in a suit, Wells smiling at the camera.

Next is a picture of Wells in a suit, in black and white, looking at the camera with a serious expression. The caption is “boring ass dinner with my dad and a bunch of politicians #killme” and, below, Bellamy commented: “i thought my company was enough to brighten your night, i’m hurt”.

Next are three tweets:
@jahaw: “My boyfriend has spent the last 45 minutes explaining why the plot of Marco Polo is historically inaccurate. Someone rescue me.”
@augustus: “@jahaw @ me next time”
@augustus: “Anyways, the real Marco Polo was a liar and Netflix’s Marco Polo is an obnoxious white savior. We’re still marathoning it though.”

Then, there is a text conversation, from Bellamy’s phone:
Bellamy: “do i have to, like, wear a suit for your dad’s dinner or…”
Wells: “you can borrow one of mine”
Bellamy: “that means i do have to wear a suit, right?”
Wells: “maybe i just really want to see you in a suit?”
Bellamy: “that’s just evil”

Next are a series of Snapchats: Bellamy dressed as James Potter with the caption “at sdcc with this nerd”. Wells at a beach, looking away, with the caption “he acts like he’s not posing”. Bellamy giving a thumbs up at the camera with the caption “finished first thesis draft!!!!!”. Wells looking at the camera, in Sao Paulo, with the caption “wish you were here”.

Bellamy’ Instagram profile. User: HermesB. Description: “lover of history, art and coffee”. The photos visible are: a picture of Bellamy drinking from a mug, Wells looking away, a Klimt painting, a neon sign that reads “the last book store”, Wells holding a camera, Bellamy smiling at the camera, a sculpture, Bellamy wearing a dress suit and holding a glass of champagne, Bellamy smiling at the camera again.

Next is a picture of Bellamy in a plaid shirt, leaning over a bunch of papers and smiling at the camera. The caption is “grading papers with the help of my little sis (by help i mean, she takes pics) #hardwork” and, below, Raven (@CuervoRey) commented, “look, it’s a giant nerd” and Wells commented, “is that my shirt?”.

/end caption.]

8 MONTHS, OVER 1.5K FOLLOWERS, and I’m grateful for every single one of you. When I first started writing as Adrien, I was nervous (I still am, in a sense.) Miracu-lous was a new series to me, I admired many from afar and longed to build a portrayal that people would recognize and love, longed to be someone. I had just shifted from writing a more violent muse — one which you might know if you knew my Border-lands days. Adrien was new territory. He was (and still is!) a character made of sunshine itself, kind-hearted, gentle, and all adjectives that can be paired alongside that. Some of you have stuck with me since the very beginning, and some of you are new to this blog and to me, either way — I’m grateful.

I never thought this muse would last. He was an impulse, but he’s developed, he’s grown, and he’s now become one of if not my most favorite muse. I’ve met so many incredible people, Adrien’s made new bonds in fandoms and places I never thought would be possible, we’ve both grown and this blog has had so many changes in such little time. Given the chance, I’d ramble about this even longer, but to summarize…

                                   ♥ JE VOUS AIME TOUS ♥

So as both a birthday celebration (9/26) for myself and a milestone for Adrien, under the cut you’ll find a bias list as well as a blogroll, linked at the end. This isn’t in alphabetical order, so ctrl+f to find your name! I also follow almost 750+ of you, please forgive me if I forgot to list you!! Mille fois merci!

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Kylux sleepy headcanon:

Kylo used to sleep only in the fetal position, limbs pulled in tight to his body, as a learned response to the harsh conditions of Snoke’s training. Sharing a bed and being constantly aware of another’s bodyheat was alien to him.

Growing up in the exile fleet Hux was used to sleeping ten to a room when the atmospheric controls would fail and the cold would start to creep in. The fleet is in better repair now and besides, he’s general, his two room quarters are the largest on board. Still it’s lonely and his thin body doesn’t hold on to warmth.

When they start sleeping together, Hux automatically finds himself plastered against Kylo’s back, wrapped around him like some kind of sleeping limpet. Kylo finds it unsettling to have someone constantly in his blindspot, so he rolls over and Hux is treated to a mass of knees and elbows. But Hux is cold. Kylo is warm. Some hitherto unsuspected protective streak leads Kylo to pull Hux into his cocoon of warmth.

Now Kylo sleeps on his side with his knees drawn up and Hux sleeps on his back with his legs over Kylo’s thighs and his cold feet tucked in between Kylo’s muscular calves. Kylo keeps his upper arm around Hux’ waist where the General clings to it with both hands, while Hux uses other Kylo’s arm as a pillow and can no longer sleep without his slight snore in one ear.

When Hux is stressed he likes to sit on Kylo’s knee in that position, for hours, but he’d never admit to it. It’s just more efficient than turning up the heat in his rooms.