#9 percent

[melenthropy]

this my tribute to the mzenosphere that has been expiriencing martyrdom for exactly 1000 days now. happy milestone!

[lotus-pear]

i hate chuuya naka whatever his name is (real) (not clickbait)

[kori-senpai]

pshpshpsh-ing over the rabid lesbians from my last post so they know I heard their pleads in my reblogs

[haliaiii]

I PASSED ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ 🎉🎉

[zooophagous]

Obsessed with how cute they are together

[estrellami-1]

Because of You

Steve’s not great at taking care of himself.

Everyone else, sure; he’ll bug them to hell and back about eating, about drinking water, about getting outside to see the sun. He’ll force vegetables down his kids’ throats if he has to.

But himself? He knows he’s not worth it. He knows he doesn’t need to take up that much space, that many resources. He gets by, eats when he needs to, drinks water if he remembers.

But he takes care of his people. And lately, his people has included one Eddie Munson.

“Hey, Eds,” he says, staring blankly at the wall as he cradles the phone to his ear.

“Hi, Steve. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Just wanted to check in, y’know? Make sure you’re doing alright.”

“Yeah, m’fine. How’re the kids?”

Steve chuckles. “The little shits are great. Driving me crazy, like always. Dustin claims he hates you because of whatever you pulled last Friday during the game.”

“Campaign, Steve.” He chuckles too. “Yeah, I was a little bit evil. It was a lot of fun. Henderson’s full of shit.”

“I know,” Steve answers. “We all do. He does. I think he gets his dramatics from you.”

Eddie gasps. Dramatically. “How dare,” he says, then immediately starts laughing when Steve does. “Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

He’s quiet now, serious. “How are you?”

Steve lets a quiet little chuckle slip out. “M’alright.”

“Just alright?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m fine, Munson, c’mon, quit worrying.”

“You’re always taking care of everyone,” Eddie says, bold like he knows Steve won’t stop him. He’s right, but still. “But who takes care of you?”

“You’re right,” Steve deflects. “I do take care of everyone. Speaking of which, have you eaten today?”

Eddie doesn’t laugh. “Have you?”

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“No.” Hesitant, quiet.

“Will you?”

“I don’t know.”

“For me?” Parroting Steve’s tone. Hesitant, quiet.

“For you? I- Yeah. I might… need help.”

“That’s okay. Want me to come over?”

“I don’t- no. Just… over the phone?”

Eddie hums. “I can do that. What’re you in the mood for?”

Steve huffs a humorless laugh. “Nothing.”

“Not really gonna cut it here, babe.” They both ignore the slip. “Want choices?”

Steve sighs. “Dunno. Sure.”

“Do you have the energy for anything involving more than five steps?”

“I- guess? If I have to?”

“So that’s a no,” Eddie says, mostly to himself. “PB and J?”

Steve makes a face. “What am I, Dustin?”

“You’re about as stubborn as him right now, yeah, and he gets that from you.”

“Fuck you too.”

“Maybe later. PB and J? Yes or no?”

Steve sighs again. “Fine.”

“Okay, good. Which phone are you using?”

“The one in the kitchen.”

“Okay, good, so you can narrate to me what you’re doing.”

Steve sighs. “We really don’t have to do this-”

“Y’know, I kinda think we do. Up and attem, Stevie-boy, first things first is bread.”

Steve groans, but goes and gets the bread, narrating the rest of it without prompting. “And you?” He asks after his sandwich is made. “Have you eaten?”

“Uh… no.”

“Goddamn hypocrite.”

“I forgot! It’s not an energy thing, I literally just… forgot. That I need to eat.”

“Right, because that makes perfect sense.”

He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes. “It does in my head,” Eddie argues. “I’ll eat, I swear. I’ll do it right now if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees quietly.

“Okay,” Eddie says, just as quietly. “Give me one second, I’m in my room, let me switch over to the one in the kitchen.”

“M’kay.”

A few seconds later Eddie’s back, panting slightly as he opens the fridge. “Okay. Shit, we need to go shopping. There’s not much to have in here. Uh… cheese? And tortillas? I could do a quesadilla?”

Steve snickers. “Who’re you, Mike?”

“Hey, fuck you, Harrington.”

“Maybe later,” Steve parrots.

He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes again. “Anyways. I’m just gonna think out loud while I cook, if you don’t mind, ‘cause there’s this one part of a song that I can’t quite nail down, right? I’ve got the melody and I’ve got most of the lyrics, and that’s what’s really giving me issues-”

Twenty minutes later he’s tossing the burnt quesadilla into the trash and hanging up to dial a pizza place. Steve laughs at him long after the line’s gone dead.

It keeps happening, is the thing. Steve asks if Eddie’s eaten, Eddie asks if Steve has, and they’ll eat over the phone together. One time, Steve changes the script. Says yes when Eddie asks if Steve wants him to come over. “Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

He arrives promptly when he said he would and proceeds to make himself at home in Steve’s kitchen, going through his fridge without a qualm. “Ooh, you’ve got rich people food, can I use it?” He holds up various vegetables as an example.

Steve snorts. “Sure.”

“M’kay. I’m gonna make stir fry, ‘cause I saw this recipe and have been dying to try it. Anything you don’t want?”

Steve shrugs. “‘M not really picky.”

Eddie cooks, and they eat, and Eddie makes Steve laugh five more times, even though he feels like shit, and Steve makes Eddie laugh too, and it feels more like an accomplishment than it should.

They keep flirting, too. They both know, and it’s not that they’re scared to say it, they just know it’s not time yet. Neither of them know when it will be time, but they both know they will know.

It confuses Steve if he thinks about it for longer than five seconds.

Then, one day, it comes to a head. Steve arrives at Eddie’s trailer, unannounced, eyes shining with something that has Eddie treading carefully. “Steve?”

“Eddie.” He swallows, looks around. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Nah, you’re always welcome here. C’mon, let’s go sit on the couch, you look like you have something you want to say.”

Steve swallows again. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Eddie sits, watches as Steve does the same. “What’s up?”

“I like you,” Steve blurts out. “I know you know I do, and I know you like me, and we both know that we both like each other, but I realized it’s… it’s something else, Eds, because I- I ate. And it was hard but I did it by pretending your voice was in my ear, telling me I could do it, reminding me of the next step, and it was just a sandwich but-” he looks away, swipes at his eyes. “I did it,” he whispers. “I did it for you. Because of you. And I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, man, why we’re dancing around each other, but I don’t want to anymore.” He shakes his head, looks directly in Eddie’s eyes. “I wanted to say it, to lay it out, and let you do what you will. Because I trust you. I feel safe with you. I believe you’ll take care of me, because you’ve already proven you will.”

Eddie swallows, eyes glassy. “I forgot to eat,” he whispers, and Steve laughs.

“That’s okay. I’ll remind you.”

“And on the days neither of us have the energy?”

“We rock-paper-scissors for who calls the pizza place.”

Eddie laughs, then. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay, Stevie.”

“Okay,” Steve agrees, and moves to lean into Eddie’s side.

They don’t kiss, not yet. They don’t need to. They both know. They get up a few minutes later, and Eddie finds something to eat, and Steve sits on the counter and teases Eddie with something akin to pure happiness shining in his eyes.

[spittyfishy]

Pokémon really gave us the quintessential big sister lol

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

Sappy

[overly-verbose]

Does the Kahoot theme apply at all to the upcoming chapter?

To some of it, certainly!

Some of it not, especially after A Point - but yeah lol, pretty accurate besides that 😂

Everyone's doing some THINKIN' there

(maybe some overthinkin' in places, heh - but honestly one really can't blame them 😂)

Poor SIkuna, man - Sweet Dreams were not made of this 😔😔😔(😂)

[cheyezstuffz]

bonus ma100t related dump, featuring ummm. Palan-ta, engine and danica funny moments, and a super myth oc

[tillman]

happy 2nd birthday to millia rage . they got slurpees for 7/11 .

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

New academic year increased stipend heck yeah baby

[impossible-rat-babies]

I finished up all the sidequests in DT and there’s something that gets me about the heritage found + solution 9 + living memory ones do have many moments that pull at your heartstrings, but they are undercut by this lingering horror. like how a girl doesn’t remember her own mother, and no one else around her recalls her either? How eventually all the turali people accepted the regulators bc this is how life is now.

there is all this technology they have, but they cannot fathom a way to correct the world in which they live? there is no way to fight or to fix their home, but merely to exist within the shelter provided? going off of how it feels like a commentary rather than a narrative flaw, it speaks a lot to how stagnant the people of Alexandria have become. there is no past because there is no memory of the people who lived before. there is no future, as there is seemingly no way to fix the world outside of everkeep. they are as stagnant as their queen. they feel as detached from reality as the people of living memory do. it’s two sides of purgatory.

note: I’m not blaming the ppl of tural for accepting the reality of their circumstances. it’s merely them being put in a situation where that was their only recourse and it’s dogshit to have to accept this is the way it goes, but when there’s not much choice…

[crimsonmoon17]

I'll probably post this every week

[saebaragi]

nine percent's debut anniversary is like a celebrative date for me idc

[gnomewithalaptop]

Fuck yeah just knocked out 20 of my 50 missing assignments for устная речь