MASTERLIST
SUPERNATURAL:
Dean Winchester
13 REASONS WHY:
Montgomery de la Cruz
Jeff Atkins
Zach Dempsey
STRANGER THINGS
Eddie Munson
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Dean Winchester
Montgomery de la Cruz
Jeff Atkins
Zach Dempsey
Eddie Munson
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IS THE SUB BOTHERING YOU MY KING ?
if i post a fic and get no kudos or comments in the first fifteen minutes i’m a failure and should never write again. but the moment i get 1 comment i’m the next stephen king
Facts
IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST
OR ‘PEAKED’
BUT PIQUED
‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’
THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA
THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU
ADDITIONALLY:
YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’
IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.
ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME
‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’
THANK YOU
BREATHE - THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE
BREATH - THE NOUN FORM
THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE
WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY
WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER
THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)
DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN
WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)
WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING
BAWL- TO SOB/CRY
BALL- A FUCKING BALL
YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT
AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.
THANK YOU.
*slams reblog*
IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.
SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE
IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.
DISCRETE - SEPARATE, DISTINCT, PARTED
DISCREET - SUBTLE, STEALTHY, DIPLOMATIC
BORN= existing as a result of birth
BORNE= carried or transported by
LIGHTENING = to make something less dark in color or to lessen its weight
LIGHTNING = bright flash of light during electrical storms
{This is quite helpful. Thank you Rebloggers.}
((adm: I just want to add-
Loose- untight
Lose- opposite of winning))
((ALSO: A fun trick - Affect = Action Effect = End Result ))
There = In that place
Their = belonging to them
can’t = a contraction for cannot
cant = a tilt or lean at an angle, usually to accommodate accessibility
Me thinking that this is child’s play and that I know it all already:
Me realising there are some things I didn’t already know:
TO- GOING ONE PLACE TOWARDS ANOTHER
TWO- 2, A NUMBER BETWEEN 1 AND 3
TOO- A DESCRIPTIVE WORD, THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD, THE SHIRT IS TOO LOOSE.
Trick for telling whether to use “me” or “i”
Drop the other subject(s) and if the sentence makes sense, you’re using the right one.
Examples:
Incorrect- Arthur and me are going to the mall//me am going to the mall -no
Correct- Arthur and i are going to the mall//i am going to the mall
Incorrect- they brought presents for Henry and i//they brought presents for i -no
Correct- they brought presents for Henry and me//they brought presents for me
Rogue - a scoundrel or disreputable person
Rouge - a kind of makeup
IT IS A TENET OF YOUR RELIGION
Two here that are debatable - first, “sike” is a pretty commonly used slang bastardization of “psych” and is arguably correct in its own right at this point.
Second, effect can be used as a verb, though the usage is different:
Also the coffee one is partially wrong; “presented free of charge” is complimentary, so those are both complimentary coffees. Complementary would be completing a whole, so something like… a hearty breakfast and complementary coffee? Though that would still be a somewhat odd usage of it.
Also affect can be a noun in addition to effect being a verb, but it also has a pretty different meaning.
lmao yeah the coffee one is completely wrong, i didn’t even notice that
also affect and effect can both be nouns and verbs but they mean different things :)
Yeah I didn’t mention affect as a noun because it’s sufficiently different but effect as a verb is kinda similar if you squint
Can someone please do “Past and Passed” in really simple terms?
Because no matter how much I look it up, I still really struggle with which one I should use.
@eddiemunsonsmum so the easiest way i remember it is passed will always be the action, and past will always be the descriptor. past can never be on its own (or at least in a way i can think of right now gah)
example:
“she passed the window”
“she walked past the window”
past is an adverb. passed is a verb. <3
(i’m not an english teacher yet so i could be entirely wrong <3 or this could make no sense. i wish i had a fun or neat way to remember it like the above additions 😭)
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader A/N: It's part of my grieving process.
Dating Eddie is a BIIIIG Adventure (Yes, capital A).
Eddie teaches you how to play guitar.
And D&D.
You help him with school.
You are the one to say "I love you" first.
Wearing his clothes.
Pet names.
Kisses and more.
Hand holding.
Getting matching tattoos.
Movie nights are a ritual.
Listening to music together.
Going to every single performance of Corroded Coffins.
Late night drives and camping in his van.
Meeting his uncle and him meeting your parents/siblings.
Joining this squad please welcome this brave soul
Let’s welcome our brand new member y’all.
If Supernatural brought back Dean Winchester countless times, I think Stranger Things can make a little effort and bring Eddie back next season. Right ? Right ???
Pairing | Eddie Munson x Reader
Warning | None.
Word count | 1.3k
“Take your shirt off.” You say, getting up from Eddie's bed to grab your backpack from the floor.
Eddie has been your best friend since childhood. You grew up being polar opposites. You like books, he likes heavy metal music. You like drawing and painting, he likes playing his fantasy game. Yet here you are, in his messy bedroom, a Saturday afternoon, listening to new records he got this week. He is laying flat on the bed, arms folded behind his head. Anyone who would see him, wouldn't recognize him. He isn't wearing his usual attire but a plain white shirt and sweatpants. “Shouldn’t we kiss and make out before we get naked?” Eddie shoots with a grin.
“Keep dreaming Munson.” You point at him with the sharpie you fished from your bag. “Are you taking that shirt off or what?”
“Alright alright.” He sits up and strips his white shirt, tossing it on the pile of clothes sitting in the corner of the room. A pile of clothes you tried to make him fold and put away for weeks at this point, no success. You'll end up doing it yourself. As always. “What are you gonna do to me?”
“Sacrifice you to the devil so I can live forever.” You respond sassily. Eddie drops back on the pillows, eyeing you curiously as you climb back on the bed next to him. “I am gonna draw on you.”
“With that thing?”
“What else do you want me to use? A crayon?” He rolls his eyes at you and brings his hands back behind his head. You fidget with the pen for a moment, thinking where to start your drawing and most importantly what to draw on your best friend. You have drawn most of his tattoos and you were certain that whatever you put on his body, he will end up getting it inked forever.
Eddie watches you intensively as you pull one of his arms on your lap and start carefully dragging the tip of the sharpie on his bicep. He watches how your brows furrow and the way you bite your lower lip, signs of deep concentration. You start moving up on his shoulder and make your way on his chest where he doesn't have any tattoos already. You hold the pen away and smile. “Done?”
“Hm hm.” You nod and put the cap back on the pen before dragging your finger tips on the dried black ink leaving goosebumps on your way which Eddie hopes you don't notice. “Go take a look.” He obeys and examines the drawing on his body in the dirty mirror by the dresser. You see him smile in the reflexion and you smile as well. “Do you like it?” You already know the answer before hearing it.
“I hate it.” He responds when he turns around, trying so hard to suppress the smile tugging on his lips.
This time, you rolls your eyes at him and move on the bed so you're on your knees on the edge of the mattress, close to him. “Just like you hate all of these, uh?” You let your fingers dance on the tattoos you drew for him before.
“I despise them.” Eddie teases with a smile. “Let me draw on you.” That's how you find yourself, in your bra, standing in front of your best friend as he draws on your ribcage with his right hand, the left one sitting on your hip to hold you in place. “I am an artist, I'm telling you.”
You turn over to the mirror and look at the rose on your skin. “Geez Eds, it looks so good.” Eddie smiles and leans back on the bed, propped on his elbows, watching you stare at the flower, carefully running your fingers on it. Then you move back on the bed, laying right next to him. “You should draw more.”
“On you?” He asks turning to look at you.
You nod and mimic his gesture, so you're laying on your side, face to face with him. “If you want to.” A soothing silence settles in the room while you just stare at each other. There is a natural soothing quality to his presence with you. Surprising. To the rest of the world. Not to you. You know every side of Eddie Munson. You like them all. You love this one. This one is exclusive to you. “Are we gonna keep staring at each other like that for very long?” You ask, minutes after the music stopped playing and the only thing that you can hear is the loud clock ticking on the wall. A clock you asked him a million times before to put in the living room because it never lets you sleep properly when you stay over but he never did. When does he ever do what you ask anyways?
“I wanna kiss you.” Eddie abruptly responds after a moment of reflexion. He isn't joking like earlier. You know it from the look he gives you, from the way his fingers reach to trace over your cheek bone all the way down to your jaw. He leans towards you. You do the same, unconsciously. “I really wanna kiss you, sweetheart.” He whispers, his lips slightly brushing against yours. You are so bold and always know what to say around him but right now, your brain can't function at all.
You’d be lying if you say that you never thought about kissing Eddie.
You'd be lying if you say that your feelings towards Eddie are those of a friend and no more. They have shifted a long time ago but you kept it to yourself, not thinking in the slightest that you have a chance with him though Robin constantly highlights the fact that ‘this is not how friends look at each other (Y/N), you know it and you're just in denial.’
For a moment, you consider backing away from him, the thought of ruining over a decade of friendship frightening you. It could be just the heat of the moment, the fact that you're both half naked and alone in his room could have triggered something that will last just a moment then you'll be left with the consequences of a moment of weakness. Or maybe you should just stop thinking so much. “What are you waiting for?”
Approval. That's what he was waiting for the whole time. The next thing you know Eddie is kissing you, one hand resting on your cheek, balancing himself on his other arm. Everything around you becomes hazy. His lips are softer than what you imagined and almost fantasized about before. It feels unreal, like a dream. “I could do this all day.” He breathes when he pulls away. He runs his thumb on your swollen lips and leans in for a quick peck. Then another one. Another one. Again. And again. Until you both start laughing and crash on your backs, breathless. “Would you let me kiss you again?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Does it mean something to you?” You turn your head towards him. “The whole kissing stuff does it mean something to you or is this just, uh, friendly?”
Eddie smiles without looking at you. “You don't get it, do you?” He says finally looking at you. You shake your head. Your heart takes a race inside your chest, eyes glued on your best friend who stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. You comply. He brushes away a few strands of hair from your face and leans in, holding your face between his hands, eyes locked with yours, lips almost touching. “I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and you’re almost every thought in between. Now what do you say, would you let me kiss you again?”
Pairing: Hwang JunHo x F!Reader
A/N: Reader isn't Korean.
First and foremost, dating a cop is challenging but of course Jun-Ho does his best to make this life easy for you.
He loves coming home to you.
He is the first one to say "I love you".
He teaches you self defence.
And Korean
Jun-Ho is a sucker for hand holding.
Calling him "detective"
Wearing his clothes.
Working out together.
Meeting his mother.
Zach lost another round of beer pong against the great Jeff Atkins which made you laugh uncontrollably.
“I thought you were my friend.” He groaned.
“I am. But it is my duty,” you playfully tapped on his chest with your free hand. “as a friend, to tell you that you suck at this.”
Joining this squad please welcome this brave soul