Favourite Ship Dynamic: No One Truly Knows What Exactly Is Going On Between The Two Characters, Including

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.

IM LAUGHING SO HARD

So, Millie got married right?

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

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

“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.

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."

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*