#*drags my hands down my face*

[jelliegirl]

well at least i’m recovered from my cancer treatment enough that i can literally run away from my problems

[deeproadsdarling]

I don't think I'll ever get over Fenris just showing up one day wearing Hawke's favor on his wrist and their insignia on his belt.

He doesn't say one word about it, doesn't ask for permission or acknowledgement of it, he's literally just wearing his heart on his sleeve.

All this after their disaster of a night together that they haven't talked about, they haven't reconciled, they haven't figured their shit out as a couple or apart.

And he wears Hawke's colors anyway.

[vecnuthy]

decode

@steddiemicrofic June prompt: stuff || wc: 483 || G || established relationship, moving in together, language, Eddie being chaotic

Confused, Steve grabbed the keys he'd just set down, and -- yep, right apartment number.

When Steve had left their brand new apartment that morning, he'd known that Eddie and Wayne would be relocating their things from point A(ll yours now, Wayne!) to point B(abe, this is ours. Ours.), but Steve didn't realize--

"Eddie?"

The apartment had been completely empty that morning when he'd left for work, the mattress that Steve had tied to the top of his Bimmer ("I'm not sleeping on the floor.") and yesterday's clothes being the only things left behind. Now, however, Steve wondered if there had been some kind of mistake with a hypothetical delivery service that he knew Eddie and Wayne definitely did not hire, because there were mountains of boxes in front of him. Towers. A miniature King Kong would have a field day in this apartment, and Steve could only stare, overwhelmed by the amount of....everything.

Until, finally, a familiar head of hair popped out from behind one of the towers.

"Eddie, is this really-?"

And then Steve's face fell, lips pursed at the sight of his boyfriend, blissfully oblivious to Steve's presence, absolutely jamming to the music blaring from the headphones clamped over his ears. Steve bit back a laugh at the guitar solo that Eddie vocally mimicked with his eyes closed as his air guitar got downright shredded.

Eddie bumped into a stack of boxes, then paused, hands held out placatingly to the swaying stack, and said, "Excuse me," before he went back to wailing along with the guitar in his head.

Steve could have taken him right then and there.

He settled for a light touch to get his attention, since it was obvious that Eddie would otherwise remain oblivious to Steve's presence, but when Steve touched his arm, Eddie's eyes flew open and the guitar wail turned into a banshee shriek, his arms flailing wildly as he fell back and into a tower of boxes in surprise. Steve tried to grab him, but it was no use. He followed Eddie to the ground, and the boxes crashed next to them.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST," Eddie cried, starfished on the floor, his chest heaving under Steve's hold. "Damn, Steve, you scared the shit out of me. I think I just lost five years of my life."

"I'm sorry," Steve couldn't help but laugh.

Eddie, winded, grinned back then winced and turned toward the toppled boxes next to them. "Hope those didn't have records in them."

Steve frowned at words scrawled on the toppled box. "It says The Prancing Pony?"

Eddie relaxed. "Sheets and stuff."

Steve's confusion only grew when he saw other names across the other boxes, until he landed on one that said Rivendell.

He knew that name.

"Why is Rivendell on that one?"

"That, my liege, houses aaall of your hair care stuff," Eddie smirked.

"....Eddie, no."

Eddie grinned wider and winked.

[sorunort]

(You are bound to the Universe's will the same way the moon is bound to this planet, the same way the planet is bound to the sun, the same way a puppet is bound it's strings!!!!!!)

top ten pieces of dialogue ive screencapped because of how normal it is and how normal it made me feel

[son1c]

update on my college tuition bill: 65 bucks of it has been covered! the bad news is i still need $335 USD to pay for the full thing. i'm done being prideful about this. i caught covid so i'm bedridden and miserable right now. any shares + donations would be greatly appreciated. thank you

[valtsv]

i need to be more passionate about math and science. just because i'm married to english literature doesn't give me an excuse to be ignorant. you can't write if you don't know anything.

[jackalmeat]

how the thought of you does things to me

[skiploom]

[toskarin]

glass houses and all, I've made bad deals in my time and I've failed to consult IP lawyers in cases where I probably should have, but putting your entire codebase up as collateral on a loan that you're paying more or less entirely through someone else's charity feels like it really shouldn't be fucking Plan A

[agardenofbasil]

Me, waking up: Pedri gave Gavi the armband.

Me, drinking my tea: Pedri gave Gavi the armband.

Me, on the train: Pedri gave Gavi the armband.

Coworker: Hey, can you-

Me: Did you know Pedri gave Gavi the armband?

Coworker: Uh, what?

Me: Okay, so it all started on November 25th, 2002, on the island of Tenerife-

[pyotrkochetkov]

It's time to #CauseChaos

[projectilespiders]

Fjgjdnfidcjdufjsk

[interrogatormentors]

the quiet humidity of the imperial helmsblock feels homey and soothes the permanent ache of your gills when the water levels down and there's room to sit and shoot the shit about how your night's been going. and when you tell a stupid joke about that panrotted dumbass heisar from communications, he smiles, and you remember why you adore him.

by every light in the endless cosmos that shines pale as your pity, you wish you could help him, but his chains are yours, tied firm and intertwined, and the loops dig in ever tighter with each passing perigee.

[fisheito]

hiya l'il-- medium?...large?? Assorted Sizes-Guy

oh thanks! i could always use more spices-

. what am i supposed to do with this.

[rpmemegraveyard]

QUICK PSA: HOW TO REBLOG FROM THE SOURCE.

For some reason, tumblr is trying to weirdly phase out reblog chains, or moreso direct you to someone's blog instead of the post you're trying to find the source for. For now, here's how to go to the source.

Given this however, please be understanding if people reblog directly from you. I understand reblog karma is common courtesy for some, but just know that tumblr staff is clearly experimenting and enacting updates that are detrimental to its userbase. As usual.

[sergle]

oh GOOD. OH GOOD!! I just found out that patreon, for me, eats messages sent in their actual messaging page, and sends them when they're sent in the little pop-up messaging client I get when I hit the message button on a patron's name. That's what I WANTED. I was desperate to go re-type all of these. thank god I get to do that.