#ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE

[munsonismymuse]

Steve took care of Eddie's hair from the first moment he was in a hospital bed, Eddie was in a coma with deep wounds that were struggling to close. He removed all the dried blood from Eddie's hair as soon as the doctors gave him permission. He had no urgency to go home, so he stayed that night to comb Eddie's hair as much as the pillow would allow.

Steve didn't know how to touch Eddie. He didn't want to hurt him, Steve didn't know how to touch people, much less another boy his age.

When Eddie woke up, he didn't hug him like the others did. He just waited patiently in a corner for the moment when Eddie could get out of bed and offered to wash his hair. Eddie agreed.

He teased Steve about all the stuff he wears in his hair, but Steve could see in his big brown eyes that he was grateful.

Steve bought a lot of special products for Eddie's hair, Eddie didn't want to accept them at first, but eventually, he did. Soon, that hair routine kept them together.

Steve kept touching Eddie's hair to remind him that he was alive. Eddie let him, let Steve brush and wash his hair, but also let him just play with his curls. Steve felt less anxious as his hands disappeared into Eddie's hair.

When they were hanging out with the others, Steve was likely to be combing Eddie's hair. Eventually Eddie would be the one seeking that contact, he would lay his head on Steve's lap and he would give long caresses to Eddie's scalp, fit his fingernails in gently and drag them to the end of a lock of hair.

When they kissed for the first time, Eddie held the back of Steve's neck firmly and could feel his hair for the first time, Eddie felt like he could die there. He spent hours sitting on Steve's lap stroking his hair as they kissed and whispered to each other's lips.

"I love you," Eddie whispered,

"I love you more," Steve replied with a smile before stealing another kiss from Eddie.

Outside, they discreetly ruffled each other's hair to show their love in public without being punished. At first glance, it looked like a friendly gesture, but if you looked closely, you could see two boys very, very much in love.

Steve soon discovered that he loved to pull Eddie's hair when Eddie made love to him. He would ride him and would look for balance in Eddie's beautiful, messy curls. He would pull his hair to demand a kiss, to see his face, to see Eddie's beautiful eyes lost in pleasure, to watch him lick his lips, savouring Steve's every move.

"Look at me, Eddie," says Steve "keep your eyes open, look how good you're fucking me"

Steve will hold Eddie's hair between his fingers and run kisses down his neck. Eddie would always lose control with that, would fuck him harder.

At the end of it all, Eddie would rest on Steve's chest as he stroked his hair while whispering how good he was and how much he loved him until they fell asleep.

[saharasuriii]

this fanart could have 2 meanings, you decide 😎

Well

I didn't intentionally made them looked like they bang, this is supposed to be an angsty confession scene from my fics tho😭😭

"I love you." Sakura stared at his mismatched gaze, fingers intertwined behind the crook of his neck. She whispered, again and again, as if Sasuke couldn't catch her intentions clearly. "I love you."

Sakura closed her eyes.

Sasuke wasn't ready for this, he barely even had love within himself, so what was he supposed to gave her?

"I'm sorry." he said, hearts sank fully to the bottom, his forehead thuds softly to hers.

This is not the right time nor place. Not now.

[farfaras]

Part 2.

What if Eddie moved on from thinking Steve and Nancy should get back together when Jonathan came back and saw how they’re actually destined to be together even tho they still have shit to figure out.

I know it’s a popular hc that Eddie and Robin clock each other immediately BUT I still think that as two queer kids in a small backwards town they’re more worried about no one finding out about them so they wouldn’t notice someone else. So worried about themselves that they (like straight people) also fall into the mindset of ‘everyone is straight until proven otherwise’.

What’s the result of this? Eddie seeing how close Robin and Steve are and thinking there must be something there. And because Steve is a little more affectionate than Robin, now Eddie thinks he’s pining after her.

“Why aren’t you and Robin together?”

“It’s not like that. She’s my best friend.”

“I don’t buy it.”

So now Steve has to put up with Eddie constantly going on about how Steve should just ask her out already, what’s he waiting for, she probably likes him back.

It bothers Steve to no end. He wished society had advanced enough to realize that men and women can be platonic friends without having to explain themselves.

A nightmare.

And Steve would never out Robin, so telling him the truth wasn’t an option. And he really wasn’t interested in dating anyone right now, so that was out of the question. What could he do to get Eddie to understand that him and Robin would never happen?

Then he remembered. It seemed so distant but Steve actually tried to tell Robin he liked her once. It was kinda embarrassing to think about now, specially because he saw Robin as nothing more than a friend now. He couldn’t even remember what having a crush on her ever felt like. And maybe he never even had one, shitty friends and shitty parents maybe warped his perception and then he couldn’t see the difference between platonic and romantic feelings. Well, that was for another day. He could tell the difference now. He thinks.

He could just tell Eddie about that moment in starcourt. He would just leave out the part about Robin having absolutely bad taste in girls. Foolproof. Eddie would leave it alone now.

“What? She just rejected you and then you decided to become her best friend?” He looked surprised, like the idea was impossible to understand.

“And I don’t regret it. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“You’re crazy.” Steve didn’t expect that.

“What do you mean?”

Eddie looked at him and his expression was hard to read. “You’re telling me that after being rejected you didn’t need time away? Just jumped to being a platonic friend? Despite your feelings?” He scoffed. “I could never do that.”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

“Now I know you’re lying. You still like her?”

Steve really tried to convince Eddie that he didn’t like Robin anymore. But no matter what he would say he didn’t believe him.

So Steve gave up.

Now he goes along with it. It’s easier. It stopped Eddie from trying to set them up or whatever.

Except it didn’t.

Now Eddie came up with the absolute great idea of making her jealous. Which was so so ridiculous Steve had to hold back laughter. He didn’t mention how much Robin had heard about past dates. This was beginning to amuse him just a little bit.

“How would I even do that?” Steve asked, curious as to what Eddie would come up with.

“You know? Let me think about this.” He made a show of putting his hand on his chin, contemplating. “Show up at work with some marks on you neck. You know, see how she reacts to that knowledge.” Steve knows how Robin reacts to that. Before Vecna, on his endless quest to find ‘the one’ (what a waste) he had some hookups. One time he went into work with one or two hickeys on his neck. Robin wouldn’t even bat her eyes, just would ask ‘who was it now?’ and then ask if he would see her again. The answer was no. Eddie didn’t know this.

“Yeah well, I really don’t feel like going on a date and hooking up with someone just to use it to bait a reaction. Seems kinda cruel to the other person.” Steve thinks that should be enough to shut this idea down.

“Huh. Maybe you’re better than me because I didn’t even think about that.”

Steve doesn’t reply, just snorts. And he thinks that’s gonna be the end of it. There’s nothing else Eddie can really do or come up with. Right?

Wrong.

“I could do it.” Did Steve hear that right? Huh?

“What?” Steve asked.

“Give you a hickey. It’s no big deal, really.”

If you asked Steve why he said yes. Man, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He really doesn’t know! It’s like someone possessed him and he was moving his mouth, but it wasn’t him. Maybe it was because he couldn’t come up with a reason not to do it fast enough that would convince Eddie.

They were both sitting on the couch so Eddie just leaned in and started on a spot on the left side of his neck. Steve’s hand instinctively moved to the back of Eddie’s head. One wouldn’t think so based on its appearance but Eddie’s hair was surprisingly soft.

Suddenly there were teeth scraping his neck. Steve let out a noise that he hadn’t heard before. He accidentally pulled a little on Eddie’s hair, he was gonna apologize but Eddie didn’t seem to mind, he just hummed.

“Did you just bite me?”

Eddie pulled back and sneered. “Sorry. I let my impulsive thoughts win.” What does that even mean?

Steve was gonna ask if that did it but then Eddie moved to his lap, straddling him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting the other side?” Makes sense? Honestly his mind was getting a little mushy and was only focusing on Eddie’s weight on him. When Eddie leaned in again, Steve’s hands traveled to rest on his hips. Eddie’s on his shoulders to have leverage, his hips hovering now.

Steve tipped his head back to give him a little more space. With more space Eddie seemed to be satisfied with that spot and moved lower, however this next one was sensitive to Steve, he’s always known that. He was gonna say so but he couldn’t, Eddie was already on it. He let out a breathy sound and gripped Eddie’s hips tighter making him slam back on his lap. He thinks Eddie moaned, he’s not sure tho. “Sorry.” He muttered.

He didn’t think he’d enjoy this.

He did.

Maybe he should put a stop to it.

He hasn’t so far.

It went on a little longer. Some hands wandering. Some sounds uttered. Minds getting floaty.

He knew it was coming to an end when Eddie started leaving kisses to soothe the spots, he trailed until he got to his ear. Which he actually licked. It was probably to make a joke but it only made Steve shiver.

“I think you’re done.” Eddie said. He hesitated a second before climbing off his lap.

Steve knew he looked winded. Eddie tried to look casual but he’s known him for a while and could see that it was feigned casualness.

“Uh. Good.” Lame. Steve is lame.

Mike Wheeler was right because Steve Harrington is lame.

How is he gonna explain this to Robin?

[pvxxie]

in his hand, a knife that looks strikingly similar to the others. mimicking a weeping face, he rubs at his eyes mockingly. he wishes to enrage the other, wanting to see him get worked up over the fact that he has stolen his kill. does he feel guilty for it? not at all, in fact he is quite prideful. while he knows that the other had been chasing after this one for some time, he'd beaten him to the punch. not - so hard when he was eager as ever.

  ﹙    𝕸.  ﹚

❝   OH.   ❞ a nonchalant yet MELODIOUS voice came out of the mask . the tone inside sounded POETIC , but flowing through the material , it verged on harshness . he was not a typical murderer . he wanted to kill , but fun was the pedestal of the whole process of sowing DESTRUCTION . the clown ? he had met many of them , but none that EXCITED him so much . his whole body trembled with emotion , and his fingers tightened on the knife . ❝ what will you do, snowflake ? ❞ he was losing control of his nerves , inconsolable that he had failed to kill another person . the momentary elation of cutting through the old woman's body was not ENOUGH . what would it taste like to kill a clown ? what would he look like during evisceration ? ❝ when i widen your smile with a knife stained with the dried blood of a previous victim ? ❞ he giggled madly , straightening his body .

[im-getting-help]

Farleigh is resting his head on Oliver's lap, cause he stayed up all night partying and now he's tired and his head hurts. His body barely fits inside the tiny armchair, long legs falling of the armrest.

They're in Ware's office, the professor is late. Oliver is reading, holding the very heavy looking book on top of Farleigh's head.

Farleigh moves, he turns and shifts, restlessly, he massages his forehead and whines. Oliver sighs.

Oliver doesn't really mind Fairleigh's whines, but the book isn't particularly interesting, so he leves the book beside him and observes. Farleigh's eyes are closed, he massages his temples slowly, brows knitted and lips parted, he groans quietly.

Oliver cups Farleigh's cheek with his right hand and softly rubs his thumb on his cheekbone. He feels Farleigh relax, his shoulders loosen up and his hands slowly fall from his temples to his chest.

Oliver caresses Farleigh's face, he lets his fingers travel, slow and delicate. Farleigh skin is soft, velvety. His thumb brushes over Farleigh's lower lip, the index follows the length of his nose, and then again cupping his cheek.

Farleigh falls asleep.

'Oliver, I'll be off campus tomorrow. My office is always available if you guys want to get together and discuss work. Please tell Farleigh for me. I'll see you both next class.'

[wheredowegotosleep]

I'd like to give my opinion, just this once.

I am not American, but I am autistic and so is my brother. I, for as long as I can remember, have wanted to visit the United States. I've admired and looked up to the Americans. I learned their history, their language, watched their movies and eventually interacted with them on here. I am terrified for The United States of America's future.

During President Trump's ceremony Yesterday, Elon Musk did a gesture which I can verify is NOT the Roman salute, for my country's army does it and it is nothing like that. As someone born here in the South of Chile, you can admire whatever culture you can, yes even German culture, but do it respectfully. We have German people here, we have the last Prussian army, yet we condemn Nazis. We don't take away the educational deparment, we teach our kids the horror of the Holocaust, we teach them how a group as despicable as the Nazis came to power, so it never happens again.

We have immigrant Jews, Palestinians, Germans, and from many other places. We don't correct them on their history, as they know better than us their own stories. We witness, don't intervene, for we don't want more trouble from the ones we already have. But we look in horror for what's to come.

I am autistic, so is my brother. We've both been interested in ww2 at some point. Never have we been so naive to do a gesture like that one Elon did, we could never do something like that and not think it is horrible. And I know Elon knows because he finances a political party in Germany. Do not blame this on his Aspergers, as someone with that former diagnosis (which no longer exists by the way), do not think of us so naively. We are not children.

Lastly, for those in support of these men, they do not care about you. They see you as a pawn, a number, for their own gain. If America fully falls to fascism, then in the future you will live to regret it. Many nazis escaped here. Many took a new name, formed a new family and spent the rest of their lives miserable and running. They had to hide from their kids what they had done and the question of "how could you?" forever hunted them. Do not play into their games.

Many think Germany fell to Nazism because they were inherently evil, but this is not the case. They were foolish to trust a leader who promised salvation, groomed into the hatred and told there was an enemy to hunt down or they would do it first. But truth always comes out and eventually it will come back to bite you.

This is a picture of Nazi soldiers reacting to footage of the Holocaust. You can see it in their faces, those who knew and those who believed the lies. Remember it.

[larphis]

My overtly dramatic but realistic prediction for the OFMD S2 pearl necklace:

After Stede and Ed make up, their freshly reestablished bond is (understandbly so) very fragile because Ed still carries a lot of the hurt from that night on the beach with him.

Stede, seeing how horribly he hurt the man that he loves, decides to come up with a plan and tells Ed that the crew and him will do some “lame robbery” to earn some money back and that Ed should just stay in the cabin because it wouldn’t excite him anyways and he should better use that time to rest and to get some energy back.

In reality Stede drags the crew into a fancy jewlery store and asks them for help to pick out something fancy because of Ed’s love for fine things.

The crew being absolutely done (because let’s be real “picking out apology jewlery for your captain’s boyfriend who left you out to die” really wasn’t part of the job description) just points at all kinds of stuff in hopes of going back to the ship as soon as possible.

However, Stede - being the extra person he is - feels like nothing is good enough for his beloved until he sees the pearl necklace and his eyes light up.

The crew looks very sceptical and asks their captain if he is sure that that is really something that Edward, Blackbeard, would like; but Stede is 100% convinced (“It’s perfect”).

So they steal the necklace (“I am sorry gentlemen, I wish I could pay you for your services but I’m doing this in the name of love!”) and head back to the ship.

When Stede arrives, Edward is already standing on deck and skeptically but curiously comes up to see what they gathered from the “lame robbery” - Izzy is right by his side and looks as pissed as ever.

While the crew already prepares to be thrown of the ship a second time, Stede hides the necklace behind his back and starts with a speech that probably goes something like:

“Ed, I know how much I’ve hurt you but I wanted you to know that I am so thankful to have been given a second chance by you and that I really don’t take any of this for granted.

And to honor that, I, with the help of the crew, picked out this fine piece of jewlery to remind you of the fact that you are worthy of beautiful things and how much I really meant it when I told you that I loved you”

Edward very slowly takes the pearl necklace out of Stede’s hands and looks at it with an unreadable expression - which in turn makes Izzy grin with pride:

“You are such a miserable creature, Bonnet. Did you really think that you could make someone like Blackbeard, the most cruel pirate to have ever lived, forgive you by gifting him a woman’s necklace?!”

“I love it”

“Exactly! He- WHAT?!”

Ed’s eyes are watery and still focused on the necklace as he quietly repeats himself:

“I love it”, he says, hesitates, but then walks up to Stede and kisses him on the cheek, “thank you” he adds and starts blushing.

(“Most cruel pirate to have ever lived” repeats Black Pete meanwhile under his breath with an obvious eyeroll, which earns him an elbow from Lucius)

Stede finally feels the tension leave his body and manages to shyly reply “no, thank you” with a smile that mirrors Ed’s.

Izzy only manages to hiss “I’m too old for this shit” as he turns on his heel and walks off.

But Ed honored the symbol of their renewed love and never went anywhere without the necklace again.

[stelar-time]

He’s a fucking dumbass

[llanta-flema]

i just started watching the rookie and I NEED a The Rookie AU but make it ANDREIL, it could be like Andrew, a rookie, being injured while fighting with a criminal and he goes into the hospital and then he meets a nurse which happens to be NEIL JOSTEN, and then andrew gets like obsessed with him and he starts going to the hospital almost every single week with cheap excuses like he needs to guard over a patient, or that he just wanted food and the food from the hospital is good (even tho they both know its horrendous). he has done this for almost 2 months and every single time hes there he wants to ask Neil for his number or something but he never does, but one day, andrew gets into a HUGE fight with a criminal (bonus points if its R*ko), and then he gets injured so badly he ends up in the ER and Neil is just so worried and he tries to do everything he can do to help, and at the end everything goes well but andrew decides its enough and FINALLY asks Neil on a date, and Neil just laughs and asks him why did he took so long, bc cmon, the man has watched andrew go to the hospital every single week with lame excuses just to see Neil, but at the end Neil says yes and happy ending :))

bonus points if kevin is andrews TO (training officer), and hes a pain in the ass about rules and paperwork

[musicalislife]

His energy. The enthusiastic jumps. You can tell by his performances on stage, the way he interacts with fans that he truly means what he wrote. 💚

Video from his instagram story 2023.07.08.

[caballero-mermelada]

guys what does "bub" means??? because in the Spanish version every bub is translated as daddy so he just keeps calling Deadpool daddy and I just wasn't expecting that

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

more iterators as proud scug owners while im doing my english course

also my fan scug

babies <333

[sibdubd]

I’ve never felt so alone (felt so loved) by oopshiandetc

Ao3, 9k, Spider-Man!Louis, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

After all the mess with disturbing multiverse, making everyone to forget him seemed the best option to Louis. But now months into being completely alone and forgotten by everyone, he has never felt worse. However, like always he finds a safe place in Harry. Even thought he can’t remember him, or can he?

Or

In every universe Louis always finds his way to his Harry, even if it’s accidentally and unintentionally.

[aenemix]

｟Single Father!Nanami Kento x fem! Child ｠

Father Nanami gaze at his sweet daughter looking at him with her doe eyes, her adorable smile widen the moment her father locked eyes with hers.

"Papa!" She yelled with enthusiasm.

She run with her small legs, her tiny bunny backpack bouncing behind her back.

"Papa! Papa!"

"Little bean" he reached for her arms and the girl smiled joyfully.

Father Nanami Kento couldn't helped but pinch the soft plump cheeks of her cute daughter with amusement.

"How was school??" He asked, carrying her in his arms gently.

"I have friends now! Look! They even gave me a heart stamp! " she told happily showing him her arms filled with heart shape stamps.

"Everyone was so friendly papa! The teacher made us sing the lullaby song!!"

The girl with her sparkling eyes gaze at her father with anticipation, Father Nanami Kento knew what that cute look meant for.

"Mind telling papa what's the lullaby song? " he said while going towards the car.

"Mmh! Its Twinkle Twinkle little star! " she nodded cheerfully.

"I can sing it for you too papa! Teacher said if we sing to our papa's and mama's it shows we love them! " the young girl merrily told while placing both of her hands to his face "And Papa is my whole world! So little bean will sing for papa! "

Father Nanami Kento swore his heart melted the moment she said that.

His steps halted and he looked at the young innocent girl in his arms. How can there be such a pure angel in this world??

His lips pursed into thin line.

'𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒'

His arms tightened its hold but the young little girl did not noticed but instead prepared herself for the lullaby she was about to sing.

He was reminded of how life can be cruel yet somehow he was gifted a beautiful soul, a pure angel, and saved his life from ever going desolate and grim.

"Twinkle~ twinkle~ little star~ how I wonder what you are~ up above the world so high~ like a diamond in the sky~ twinkle~ twinkle~ little star~ how I wonder what you are~"

He let her sing the whole lullaby song with her sincere heart as she made gestures of hearts with her hands and opening them wide to give him a huge embrace.

"Papa, thank you for taking in little bean! Little bean always love papa! Papa is little bean's world! " she conveyed while patting his head, messing up his hair.

But that didn't matter to him, for her, he would do anything to keep her safe away from the cruelties of the world.

Father Nanami Kento returned her embrace while tears escape from his eyes, he treasured this moment thoroughly to his heart and promised to himself he will always remember this precious times with his little bean.

"Papa are you crying?? " the young girl noticed and was about to look at her father's face but Father Nanami Kento stopped her with a tickle.

"This father of yours doesn't cry" he continues his steps towards the car.

"But I hear papa sniffling!"

"Maybe because there was something smelly in there" he jokes.

"Hmmp! Little bean is not smelly! " she pouts.

Father Nanami Kento could only shake his head in amusement.

"Okay, Okay, little bean is not smelly, father's only joking" he grinned.

"Okay! I believe papa! "

"On the way here, I saw an ice cream shop, does little bean want some??"

"Yes! Yes please! "

[its-not-she-its-he]

All throughout of my childhood I thought Christopher Robin was a girl (or in my languages Róbert Gida). English is not my first language and I watched the stories dubbed. My first language doesn’t have personal pronouns like he/she. His voice was soft and because no one told me that in other countries they put the given name first and than the family name I thought Róbert was his family name and Gida was his given name. Gida sounded feminine to me and I didn’t question anything. I just thought that the character was a tomboy. I was a tomboy and dressed similar to him so it was logical to me.

[letmehearyousayglorious]

I have been seeing how the SuperWhoLock era on tumblr back in 2010s replaced with another holy trinity today, which are Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death and What We Do In The Shadows.

I must say one thing; GAYS, WE DID IT!

I want need to share some of my feelings and it will be a little too long to read.

I was in high school in superwholock era and I have been in tumblr all the time and witnessed all the superwholock era, the marauders fancast era, the glee era.

I remember the Wolfstar, I remember us trying to get hints about Destiel for 15 f*cking seasons and I remember trying to prove people how Sherlock was autistic and in love with John and probably ace. Even Benedict said he didn’t think Sherlock was autistic at some point. We tried to make sense how the doctor ends up being a cis hetero white man every time even though they are AN ALIEN.

We were trying to find people like us in things we love, we were trying to feel represented by the stories we created and added to the things we loved.

I am not trying to be a hater, I loved superwholock with all my heart and i still do. I still even love harry potter and glee with all the problematic things in them because of how they made me feel back then. I know it wasn’t always producer’s or writer’s fault. I know Hannibal was made subtle because of the network. I know first thing RTD did when he came back was casting a black queer man.

But still I cannot tell you the relief of not hunting for clues anymore. I cannot tell you the relief how my representation is not a headcanon anymore. I am a autistic queer woman and I am happy with my life now, I know who I am, I love who I am. But the relief of knowing that little girl from 10-15 years ago would have such an easier life today. I am ineffably happy to see how clear our representation is today. I just hope it will get better and better everyday.

Thank you Good Omens,

Thank you Our Flag Means Death,

Thank you What We Do In The Shadows,

Thank you every other story that has diversity, not a forced kind of diversity which is only for PR but kind of diversity makes us feel seen, feels organic,

Thank you Gen Z for being louder than us, for calling out the bullshit, for not praising the bare minimum,

And most importantly;

Thank you all the millenials who were so talented and made the additional stories which finally included me, who were trying to find a world they fitted in back then and who are still here making sure it is easiar for the little ones.

I love you all ♥️