#I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT TAG-

[mysticalbirdkoala]

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It's not a smart decision. Quite the opposite of that, actually, bad, horrible decision – the one that is kind of terrifying for Julius. "Do you know how to swim?" and he doesn't know why his first instinct is to lie, but he shakes his head. I suppose you can't hold your breath either then?" there's a slight crack in Subaru's voice, and he has this grin that he always has when he comes up with another… special plan. Unfortunately, no, I can't. "Shit, okay," he walks in circles, and flinches when he hears the scream of cultists, searching for them, "okay, this is a bad idea, but I don't have another plan, and last time I somehow did so" he looks at Julius and this time he looks almost apologetic - "First of, hold your nose. And hold into me, and probably close your eyes too? We gonna jump." This is a bad, horrible idea because Julius can't swim, and honestly speaking is terrified of deep water, but he's not definitely not going to tell that to Subaru – well, not that he needs to, because Subaru somehow immediately understands that. "Listen, sorry, we just kinda don't have alternatives, and they gonna find us if we stay here, so" he starts babbling, as he often does when he's nervous, but unfortunately he's also right. "Fine" he's trying not sounds nervous himself, and he'd better reassure Subaru, but he just signs and grabs Subaru's waist (as careful as he can, but Subaru still mumbles something), and pinches his nose. "Ready?" He nods when he's obviously not, but they jump. Of course, when they hit cold and moving, very quickly moving water, Julius goes completely still. They’re underwater, and he closes his eyes, grimacing when he feels water in his ears. He can feel that he is holding Subaru too tight, and tries to at least help by trying to somehow use his legs, but they only tangle with Subaru’s, so he goes slack, still holding him. Finally, Subaru pushes them to the surface, and Julius finally, finally can breathe, but not for so long. Because the next moment they get pushed into some rock, and it hits Julius, hard. He accidentally lets go of Subaru, and the stream of water pushes him even farther and of course, he's panicking immediately. He's trying to move and stay on the surface but it's more useless kicking than swimming, and when he swallows water panic completely overtakes him, his moves go erratic, and… he is drowning. Again. He thinks how he hopes that Subaru is okay and safe before he loses consciousness.

Julius wakes up because of the burning feeling in his lungs. And his throat. And his ears. And his nose. He coughs and coughs, and spits so much water when he hears distant curses and feels that someone is holding him. Subaru. Who also alternates between pats and light slaps on his back, trying to help him get out all this water. Julius finally hears what's he saying, still a little distantly. "I told you to hold onto me, do you know how hard it was to find you in this water and fucking drag you out of it," he's even doesn't sound irritated as he's always trying to be, just tired and worried. "And, Jesus Christ, why are you so heavy? I'm glad you don't have your stupid cloaks with you this time at least." "It only one cloak, and I have an average weight" is the first thing that comes from Julius’s mouth when he understands that it rather should be thankful words and apologies. He still doesn’t understand how Subaru is doing this to him. "Yeah, yeah, I can see that you're perfectly fine now, you asshole." He still helps him sit somehow straight, and Julius tries not to think about how contrastingly gentle and careful Subaru touches him. So he's trying to fix his mistake. "Subaru… I'm very thankful for you saving me" again, he doesn't say, "and I'm sorry for not listening, as you can… clearly see, I'm not that good with water. Unlike you," he adds because Julius found another admiring thing about Subaru. He says that and coughs again, and his throat still hurts pretty badly, and honestly – he really feels a little bit pathetic. "Hey, easier, it's okay," Subaru’s hand again on him, stabilizing him. He looks at him, squinting, and again looks worried. "Actually, can you pull off your shirt? Or unbutton it… or whatever, I don't know how your stupid clothes work." "I find it concerning that you don't know how knights’ uniform ‘works’, considering that it's your uniform too…" "Yeah, how absolutely unforgiving, you can arrest me or something after I look at you" Subaru rolls his eyes at him and reaches to Julius’s shirt himself, so he listens to him, not even asking why. He can understand what Subaru wanted because he can feel bearable but still strong pain in his side, where the ribs are – Subaru wants to check if they are broken. So, he unbuttons his shirt and tries to check himself, hearing Subaru mumbling again. Where his ribs are on the right, there's a pretty big bruise, and it hurts when he touches it, but he doesn't feel any broken bones, and his throat still hurts, he can breathe (and apparently talk. And argue) normally. Which is very reassuring. What's not reassuring is Subaru’s looks that he throws at him, because worry fades into something unreadable to Julius, who can suddenly feel that he's starting to blush, which is still embarrassing even when he sees that Subaru’s face is also red. Who's also, unfortunately never known how to be silent, and also noticed that he’s blushing. "So ‘perfect knight’ also can be embarrassed about something? I don't know how with a body like this it's possible though," he says, and even when he suddenly stops talking and becomes even redder, it's still not helping.

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[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[turtledotjpeg]

dumb

[nopickls]

I wouldn't if I were you I know what she can do She's deadly man, she could really rip your world apart

- Maneater, Hall & Oates

[hemi-demi]

How it started:

Vs How it's going

Since the dragon AU stuff has gotten some eyes on it, I wanna talk about it a little more in depth. So dragon AU rambling below the cut:

I'm actually obsessed with them, my god.

I need to actually write a bit more for actual fic for them. But for now, let's just talk about some set-up stuff for ideas I have around this AU.

The general idea is this: Jon is a dragon, still gifted with the compulsion, and uses it to collect stories for his ever growing hoard of knowledge.

That's obviously going to get his ass kicked when people realize he's using some sort of weird magic on them, and exposing himself as a dragon could mean death. So, while dealing with a new injury to his wing which made travelling far more dangerous, but too stubborn to stay put for long, he begrudgingly hires someone for protection.

And unfortunately for Martin, a knight in training who was the only person who would actually take the job, Jon needs quite a lot of it.

These boys absolutely consumed my brain, and I love them to pieces. Just rotating them around in my brain until they get dizzy, it's great.

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Realistically, Steve knows the band won’t hang around Chicago forever. He knows they’re out promoting a new album; knows they’ll have to move on and that Eddie has to go with them. It doesn’t stop him from wanting Eddie to stay; to live in the quick familiarity he’s built within Steve’s little found family.

Eddie and Robin seem to have already created their own secret language, all gestures and movement and eye contact Steve picks up on but can’t quite read. He’s already picking on the Party like he’s known them their whole lives; ruffling Dustin’s hair, elbowing Mike, throwing his arm around Will’s shoulders, and giving Lucas little shoves. 

It’s easy; so easy to get caught up in how charismatic Eddie is. Steve has a hard time keeping his eyes off him, and Eddie knows. He keeps making comments, throwing winks in Steve’s direction, seeing right through every wall he’s ever built around himself and Steve is caught between being obsessed with it and terrified. 

He stops drinking after the one beer, worried he’ll make things weird if he gets anywhere near tipsy, opting to stay as far away from the possibility as he can. If anyone notices, they don’t comment.

Lucas is chatting animatedly with Jeff, Max sitting close by, twisting braids into El’s hair. Dustin, Mike and Will appear to be grilling Gareth and Freak about dungeon and dragon campaigns Eddie used to run. Nancy has her arm looped through Robin’s, but her attention is on the phone in her hands, as Eddie and Robin talk about what touring is like.

“Where else are you going on this tour?” She asks as Steve tunes back into the conversation.

“This isn’t really a tour, we just haven’t been on the road in a while and we just stopped the album, so we lined up a few shows to get our feet wet before we hit the road for real this summer. One more show out in LA on Tuesday, then we’re done until May, for now.” Eddie explains.

“We’re in LA on Thursday!” Robin exclaims, and Steve’s stomach drops because, yeah. LA on Thursday. He trains his eyes on the glass in front of him, not willing to actually look at anyone they’re around. 

“We could totally meet up again if you guys are able to swing it?” Freak offers, and Steve forces a little smile onto his face and nods.

“We can figure it out later,” Eddie says after a few beats, and Steve is grateful for how the conversation rolls onto the next topic. When he finally looks back up, though, Eddie’s still looking his way. Steve hits him with what he hopes comes off as a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t seem to pay off the way he hopes.

Once the tab is closed and the staff is tipped well, Steve catches Eddie’s elbow on their way out the door. “I would like to meet up in LA, if you’re interested. I didn’t mean to get weird about it, it’s… I’ve been in my head a bit about that game since it was announced.”

“Oh, hey, no worries. We’re in LA the whole week, then we’re heading home. So no pressure, honest.” Eddie hooks his hand over Steve’s softly.

“Well, we should get in Wednesday, but we could totally do something after the game or even Friday?” 

Eddie smiles and nods, patting over Steve’s hand. “Text me about it.”

“I can do that. How much longer are you guys in town for, anyway?” Steve asks.

“Ah, the dreaded question comes,” Eddie’s playful, and it makes Steve’s face heat up. “We’ve got just under another 24 hours in the Windy City before hitting the road again.”

“Oh,” It pulls his chest in a way he wasn’t expecting, in a way that shouldn’t be happening for a rockstar he was adjacently aware of in high school. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Harrington,” Eddie’s teasing again, and it does nothing to help the blush on Steve’s face. “You can’t possibly miss me this much when I haven’t even left yet.”

“Shut up,” Steve shoves him away then, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout, only for Eddie to pull him in with an arm around the shoulder.

“We can grab brunch or something? We leave around 8 to avoid rush hour, so I’ll have to be in the bus by 6, or I’d say dinner.”

“Brunch works for me.” 

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The trip back to the hotel doesn’t go as Eddie expects; everyone is silently chatting amongst themselves, nodding and tapping along to the music and not causing a scene. He almost points it out, but elects not to bring unwarranted bullying upon himself instead. The guys had been giving him shit about Steve near constantly, so this was a nice change of pace after the last few days.

There was actually quiet as he made his way back to his room. A hot shower finally restored warmth to his bones the hockey arena had stolen, and he was drying his hair when he heard his phone vibrate with a text notification.

Steve: anything you're craving for brunch tomorrow so I can pick a place?

It’s practically too easy to flirt with Steve; he sets up lines without even seeming to realize. But Eddie still can’t get a real gauge on how Steve feels about the flirting, so he sidesteps the easy pass he could have made about Steve being enough of a meal, in favor of actually answering.

Eddie: French toast?

The next series of texts come before Eddie even moves his hands back to the towel over his hair.

Steve: sick, I’ll pick you up around 10:45

Steve: you mentioned going home, did you mean like, back to Hawkins?

Eddie twists his hair up in the towel, and lays down on the side of the bed he doesn’t sleep on before firing off an answer.

Eddie: nah, I’ve got a place in Nashville and no reason to go back to Hawkins anymore. My uncle moved to Indy, so that’s usually as close as I get.

Steve: any reason you moved to Nashville?

Eddie: are we playing 20 questions?

Steve: sorry.

Eddie bites his lip, and only hesitates for a moment before flipping over onto his belly and hitting the FaceTime button. Steve answers on the second ring, looking embarrassed, but Eddie doesn’t let him get a word in.

“My mom was born and raised in Memphis, but she always told me her favorite city was Nashville. I was there with her a few times when I was little and she’d just, like, light up. And music is so heavily engraved into every inch of the city, it’s hard to not find inspiration everywhere you turn. So. I bought a place in Nashville the minute I had enough saved up, and it’s kind of my home base now.” Eddie explains, watching as Steve’s face softens and he relaxes into his chair listening to Eddie’s answer. “Do I get to ask a question now?”

“I really wasn’t trying to be annoying, “ Steve looks ready to keep going with an apology, but Eddie cuts him off.

“Why do you play hockey?” It stops Steve dead in his tracks, and he genuinely looks confused for a moment. Eddie almost offers to drop the topic, but Steve fumbles his way into an answer.

“My, uh. My dad wanted me to play before I was even born. Because he played. Professionally for a few years when I was growing up, then he went on to coach.” Steve explains, and it sounds a little rehearsed. Eddie’s sure it’s something that comes up often if his father played and coached. “Gotta keep the Harrington legacy alive, I guess.”

There was a bite to Steve’s words that wasn’t lost on Eddie. “You don’t sound too thrilled about it.”

Eddie can see Steve working over how he wants to answer before he shrugs and sighs. “Because it’s all a show for him. The part we don’t talk about is how I got hurt and benched most of my senior season and he cut me off when I didn’t get full rides. Convinced me it was better to not go to college at all, despite the other scholarship offers, than to not get promised a spot on the ice. Convinced me to self-sabotage so I had to fight tooth and fucking nail to get into the league at all.” Steve pauses, then, and lets out a quiet laugh. “Sorry, that’s so unbelievably whiny of me. I love getting to play professionally, and I don’t take the opportunity for granted.”

“Not whiny. Dads can be the fucking worst.” Eddie offers, gently, and is grateful when Steve doesn't press on that particular bruise.

Instead, he takes his turn to ask a different question. “Why music?”

“This is lame, but the answer is once again my mom.” Eddie rolls his eyes at himself, but he smiles. “She was a musician. There were always instruments around and music was always playing and we traveled for her to perform. I knew my whole life I wanted to be a musician like her, but it wasn’t until after she died that I figured out that songwriting… telling stories and painting pictures with words and melodies and making people feel something…” Eddie trails off, lost in the thought.

“I’m sorry you lost her. It sounds like you enjoyed your childhood with her.” Steve offers, hopes it doesn’t sound like a forced nicety, but Eddie smiles and his nerves ease.

“She was a force to be reckoned with. Firing on all cylinders at once, chaos and home bundled into one.” Eddie’s soft a quiet for a moment, and Steve appreciates the silence by taking in how relaxed the other is to be talking about his feelings; it’s a refreshing break from many of his experiences with teammates or opponents who don’t know how to get emotional in a healthy way. Eventually, though, Eddie clears his throat. “Anyway. Back to 20 questions,”

“I wasn’t trying to start a game, really, I just… like talking to you,” Steve admits around a blush, tucking his chin into the collar of his shirt in an effort to hide the shade of his cheeks, but Eddie’s smile says his cover is blown.

“ANYWAY!” He announces louder, then taps at his chin. “Favorite and least favorite teams to play and why, go.”

“I’m not a dog.” Steve laughs but thinks about his answer anyway. “Favorite is probably the Flyers in Philly. Their fans are absolutely brutal, and their mascot is hilariously terrifying.”

“I have seen many a Gritty TikTok, so I completely understand,” Eddie gives him a few beats before he prompts. “Least favorite?”

“The Kings. LA. Billy Hargrove.”

“The…, what the fuck? How many guys from Hawkins are professional hockey players?” Eddie asks, because honestly, how had he not known there was more than Steve?

“He’s technically from LA, which is why he went back, thank God.” Steve mumbles, before dropping his head back against the wall behind him. “But, for whatever it’s worth, there’s me, Billy, and Tommy Hagan in the league.”

“Well isn’t that a fun bunch to surround yourself with,” Eddie muses out loud. Tommy and Billy were two of the biggest assholes Eddie had ever met, and it sounded like Steve wasn’t too fond of the other pair either.

“I actually…” Steve trails off, before trying again. “I was going to invite you guys to come to the LA game, but I’m really not sure it would be a good idea, so I’m… I’m actually going to ask you guys not to come, if that’s not too much of a dick move? I can get you tickets to literally any game you want for the rest of the season, just. I don’t think it’s worth it to get Billy started, and if he’s heard any of the press about us, I’m already going to hear it even if you’re not there.”

“Homophobe extraordinaire still, then?” Eddie guesses, and Steve chokes out a laugh, before covering his mouth and holding up a finger to ask for a moment to compose himself.

“He's… a lot of things.” Is the response Steve opts for, but Eddie can tell there’s more there. Whatever the two of them are doing, it doesn’t feel like Steve is ready to elaborate, so Eddie moves on. 

“I think it’s your turn.”

~~~~

Nothing changes after Corroded Coffin leave Chicago, though. Not in the ways Eddie had expected, at least.

Steve still texts him throughout the day, answers his Facetimes whenever he’s available. Eddie makes him the playlist he promised, and Steve gives feedback on which songs he likes and which ones he really doesn’t, after Eddie promises to not take Steve’s opinions personally. Which, to be fair, he tries really hard not to.

The concert in LA comes and goes, and Steve seems to send him every TikTok he comes across from the show. It’s a refreshing break, as every few videos in Eddie’s feed are of him cheering for Steve at the game, or Steve watching from sidestage in Chicago. 

A text from Robin eventually confirms their arrival in LA, and Steve and Eddie make plans to meet up after the game. Since Steve had expressed concern about Eddie going, he decides to just watch from the bar they agree to meet at. Televised games make it easier to track the puck, but Eddie decides he likes being there in person better.

Eddie’s sipping absently on his beer and in the time it takes him to look down at a text from Chrissy, several of the people around him react to something. Eddie looks around to make sure someone in the bar hadn’t passed out. When he looks back at the screen, absolute mayhem has broken out on the ice. The refs are trying to separate players from one another, and Eddie’s scanning through the numbers on each Blackhawks jerseys before he finally spots Steve, slightly off to the side from everyone else. The camera pans away from him, zeroing in on the fight, now between a Blackhawks defenseman and none other than Billy Hargrove. 

Billy’s helmet and gloves are off, teeth shining with blood as he grins like a psycho and starts to skate in Steve’s direction. One of the refs pulls him back, though, escorting him into the penalty box while another Kings player gathers his helmet, stick and gloves and clears them to the bench. 

The camera finally pans back to Steve, who is now sitting with his back against the boards. He’s got a gloved covering the lower half of his face, but his white jersey is covered in blood. A ref and the Blackhawks goalie are kneeling on either side of him as someone else speaks with him. The camera zooms in as the TV crews work to make out what is happening, just in time for Steve to lower his hand and shows off a gnarly gash along the side of his face. He leans forward a little and spits out blood onto the ice, and the TV jumps to the announcers in the booth. 

The volume is off, but they show a slow-motion replay of the few moments Eddie’d missed; Steve passes the puck off to another player on his team, just before Billy slams into his side. The impact sends both of them into the boards and down onto the ice. Billy swings his stick around and cracks Steve in the face with the blade heel. Steve reacts, throwing his whole arm into Billy’s face, before a sea of white Blackhawks jerseys sweep in and suddenly Billy’s a few feet away, with players from both teams piled up.

Eddie’s hand hovers over his phone; has no idea what to do in this situation. Texting Steve is useless; it would likely be hours, if not days, before he even thinks about looking at his phone. He doesn’t want to bother anyone, but he’s… well, he’s stressed. Even if Steve isn’t interested in him the way Eddie’s interested in Steve, they’ve still built a weird little friendship and that was an awful lot of blood.

So, Eddie ends up firing off a text to Robin. It’s just a simple 'let me know if there’s anything I can do,' but his phone lights up with a call immediately.

“How bad is it?”

“I’m not back with him yet, but just… meet us at the hospital, if you can?” She asks. While her voice waivers a bit, she’s calmer than Eddie expected her to be.

“I’ll be right there.” He agrees, hangs up and exits the bar before the game even returns from commercial break.

[spirited-splashes]

“That’s mathematically feasible! I reckon” *southern spit*

Alright uh: I traced the gravity falls screenshot but colored it in my style (and ofcourse, I didn’t draw the eyes) to see how’d it look together and it came out pretty good (screenshot below)

“Villains wiki”

What a horrifying man he’s going to invent a robot that plays the banjo 24/7 but makes sure it’s just slightly off key but nobody can complain because it’s still cool so I’ll just be mildly annoyed all the time

[tomshivbaby]

succession + album covers

[wishfuldivine]

Kyle making breakfast for the 141 as he listened to music and they sat at the kitchen table watching on.

John would sit and stare, a warm smile gracing his lips at each hum and bob of his sergeant's head. It was quite adorable in a sense. It was a very rare sight to see him like this.

Johnny would grin like an idiot. His eyes trained on the way Kyle moved his hips slightly. It was subtle, but there. His eyes held unconditional love for the fellow sergeant.

Simon would lean back against the wall with his arms crossed. Watching Kyle cook with such soft eyes that he only reserved for them. It was no brainer that he had a soft spot for the youngest of the team.

They were utterly in love with this adorable man.

[lampochkaart]

Spoilers for DRV3!

This idea was plaguing my brain since I heard this song!

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[mbirnsings-71]

U BOOPED ME GHE MOST TAKE THIS

Y DID I DRAW THIS IN THE CAR BIG MISTAKE BUT ANYTHING 4 THE SILLIES

JAY PLEASE- LOOK AT THEM THOUGH THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS AND BERNARD IS GONNA BOOP HIS BF IN THIS ESSAY-

[absoluteminimum]

Maybe they should kiss....?

[alexotls]

backup gift for @sodapopkit in the jojo holiday gift exchange! happy belated holidays!

[valhallavalgrace]

How have your interactions with your floormates been? Do any of them seem particularly friendly?

I think this might be your guy to talk to, Leo, just a hunch...

prev ask

[imaggots]