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estrellami-1 · 2 years ago
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Soft Touch Baby
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3
Eddie won’t stop looking at Steve now. “I’m not sure I wanna go back to the masks.”
Steve just shrugs. “I’m fine. I deal.”
“Bullshit,” Eddie says easily.
Steve’s world narrows down to that one word. Images, memories, flash through his head. Would’ve should’ve could’ve done something differently. But it’s too late. And she’s happy, and he’s happy for her, except—
He jolts as someone touches his arm. His eyes meet Eddie’s as he tries to control his breathing. “Shit, Steve,” Eddie’s saying. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Steve says, on autopilot, then abruptly stands. “I’m gonna-” he gestures vaguely upstairs.
Eddie stands too, hands out like he’s not sure what to do. Steve’s not sure what to do, either. “Steve…” he shakes his head, steps forward. Steve fights himself as he steps back, hates the look on Eddie’s face. Hates himself for the look on Eddie’s face.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry, I’m fine, I’ll be… I’m gonna…”
“Steve,” Eddie says, and suddenly Steve thinks Eddie would be really good with animals. “Can I touch you?”
Steve bites his lip, looks away, crosses his arms, uncrosses them, nods. Eddie’s hands come into his field of view, slowly, like he’s trying not to scare Steve away, slowly, slowly, hands then arms then torso, and suddenly Eddie is hugging Steve and Steve is all but collapsing into it.
They sit on the couch together, Eddie’s arms still around Steve’s chest, and what should feel confining just feels comfortable. Steve forces himself to breathe normally. “Can I ask what that was about?” Eddie asks, his voice reverberating through his chest into Steve’s.
Steve takes a deep breath. Then another. Then says, “Nancy. She- when we-” he shakes his head. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not,” Eddie says. “Not if it’s affecting you like this.”
“You’re starting to sound like Robin.”
“Then you’d better listen,” Eddie teases gently. “Cause you know Robin only wants the best for you.”
Steve sighs again. He can’t even argue with that. “When we broke up. That’s what she called me. Called…” he waved a hand around to signify that whole scenario, let his voice trail off and his hand drop. “So. I, uh. I hear that word, and it… reminds me of that.”
“Shit, Steve,” Eddie murmurs again, then suddenly freezes. “Wait, is it just that word? The two parts together? Or-”
Steve manages half a laugh. “You can say shit. It’s fine. Or bull. Just… together, it…”
“Got it,” Eddie nods. “Won’t say it.”
“But it’s stupid, I need to get over it-”
“Nope. Nuh-uh. Already erased from my mental dictionary. It’s no longer a word. What are we even talking about? There’s no word. Nothing there. Nope. What’s between, uh, bulls and bull… uh… whatever comes after that. There’s nothing between them.”
Steve’s laughing now, a real laugh that makes him feel weak, leaning further into Eddie’s arms. And Eddie’s laughing too, squeezing him a little, and even with the circumstances Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been so content.
“Thank you,” he murmurs when they both calm down. “That helped. A lot.”
“You’re welcome,” Eddie says happily. “You’re okay now?”
Steve grins wryly. “Still fucked in the head, but yeah. I think so.”
Eddie chuckles and leans back, still in Steve’s space but no longer holding him. “So, back to what we were talking about before. What kinda fucked in the head happened with the concussions?”
Steve shrugs. “Some things you’d expect. My memory’s pretty shit now. I get headaches, migraines sometimes. I can’t hear very well out of my left ear. I’ve learned to lip read, for the most part. It can be difficult in a crowded room sometimes, but it’s fine. I really am fine.”
Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “New normal?”
“New normal,” Steve agrees with a nod.
Eddie grins suddenly and stands. Steve mourns the loss of his touch, then immediately forces those thoughts back down. “So. We could go to bed.”
Steve raises a brow. “Or?”
“Or I could grab my lunchbox from the van.”
Steve laughs. “Think I’d prefer that option tonight.”
Eddie grins even wider and walks out, sauntering back in a minute later, lunchbox swinging from two fingers. “Get ready,” Eddie teases, and Steve laughs again.
“How much do I owe you?”
Eddie frowns like Steve had said elephants have purple polka dots. “Dude, no,” he says. “We’re getting high together.”
“Eds, c’mon, I know this stuff ain’t cheap.”
“Someone woulda smoked it anyways. Might as well be us. Tell you what, you find a lighter and we’re even.”
Steve looks at him, studies him for a second, then smiles and nods. “Deal.”
Pt 5
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megafart1 · 1 month ago
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Fiddauthor doodles
*leaves this politely on the floor and scurries away*
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yeah. enjoy ^_^
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rottengurlz · 5 months ago
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toxic yuri vampires you will always be famous to me
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valoale · 11 months ago
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I painted Pansy last summer and I realised I never posted it and quite frankly forgot this existed
I like it, though
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maleficent-ophelia · 2 months ago
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shi qingxuan happily braiding flowers into he xuan’s hair (he only agreed to this because he was promised food afterwards)
✨day 5 of drawing and posting something every day✨
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dammarchy211 · 5 months ago
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My boyfriend’s favorite terrible voice impression bit is what I’m dubbing “Sasha Nein from Psychonauts threw out his back and is desperately begging Raz for Advil” and he does it whenever his back hurts
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airborneice · 1 year ago
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“What’s this one supposed to mean?”
“Hmm..beauty or strength, sometimes.”
“Perfect.”
@sketchbookweek Day 2 - Wilderness / Witchcraft
going back to my roots of drawing sketchbook being gay in a field
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pixelatedraindrops · 5 months ago
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Small detective SOS!!🌡️ Desuhiko to the rescue?⚡️
A silly little thought that came into my head a while ago on one of my walks and I decided to try to draw it out.
Hey Kokobolt nation is this anything for ya’ll?
(got to try practicing drawing desuhiko more, don’t expect me to draw him often)
Bonus:
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midnigtartist · 2 years ago
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Great Ace Attorneys other daddy-daughter duo ^^
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millionsknives · 10 months ago
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quick & messy biblically accurate johanna and finnick sketch just to nail down exactly how i imagined them
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articskele · 5 months ago
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“...Wrong? Why would anything go wrong?”
Without further ado, a stimboard for @ask-the-biggering-onceler!
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#TADAAAA :D#ohh there's SO much going on here#the first one is interesting bc i tried to avoid gifs of the outside#but this one strikes me as a moment from before the blog started#a brief moment of introspection and dwelling on the past as he looks out at the dwindling remains of the forest#though to him i’m sure any second thought about what could’ve been is a second wasted and he snaps himself out of it shortly after#THE BEAR THE TEDDY BEAR#it's a foreboding reference to the barbaloots it's a representation of the past it's everything to me :D#the spotlight for being the center of attention and scrutiny alike; loud and flashy juxtaposed with the softer candles on the other side#the gears are for the factory but note how clean it looks#showing his desperate attempts to keep his reputation intact and insist that absolutely nobody has died within the walls of this place#the velvety red fabric resembles both theater curtains (performance and the blog) and the curtains in his office#and they’re positioned opposite to the one glimpse we see of the outside world calling back to that one scene in the 1972 version#a camera for both his surveillance over thneedville and the press plus a reference to that old photo of him before his business days#the entire middle column is a brief glimpse into all the good intent that got soured along the way#while the right column represents his success and splendor#alternatively the bear and the camera could reference that one scene in hbcib with pipsqueak!#and that last one is for the extravagance of the ball!#you could say it being next to the camera means he’ll be keeping a close eye on partygoers >:3#i actually steered clear of stuff like sewing and other such manual work to show how he stands at the very top#arghh i could go on about every little part of the layout and how the different themes connect and oppose each other it's so fun!!!!! :D#anyways i hope ya like it ouo!!!#biggerler#ask the biggering onceler#stimboard#my nonsense
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warriormoustache · 1 year ago
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Got my first shrimp goby pair last week and this is my impression of them so far.
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krakhatoa · 7 days ago
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the mfers too stupid to use their goddamn brains and are instead blaming third party voters when Harris would NOT have won even if every single third party voter in the swing states went to her just shows how stupid you bitches be and refuse to ACKNOWLEDGE THAT A PARTY DELIBERATELY ALLOWING A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO CONTROL THEM IS THE FUCKING ISSUE THAT LEAD TO THIS LOSS
do some goddamn math with the data IN FRONT OF YOU TO SEE ITS NOT THE THIRD PARTY VOTERS BUT THE LIBS AND DEMS ALIENATION OF PPL CARING FOR HUMAN RIGHTS THAT LEAD TO THIS LOSS
#I’m on mobile and work a full time job with two kids to take care of but would give you fucking tables of this data if that will help your#empty heads process it but if you look at ANY ELECTORAL MAP OF THE FUCKING VOTES YOU WOULD RECOGNIZE ITS HARRIS AND THE DEMS AT FAULT IF YOU#if you understand or hold any sort of basic empathy and instead of wishing death or poor health on the people who voted (or not at all) for#conscious given how you mfers are currently run by a DEM majority who allowed the leveling off of Gaza AND NOW THE GREATER MIDDLE EAST that#maybe you’d understand that YOU and your loser ass party is the reason for this loss#the fact that this loser ass party never stops the gerrymandering that occurs nationwide; the fact that this loser ass party refused to#codify roe v wade; the fact that this loser ass party half assed barely attempted to eliminate the student debt and even then not at all#really; it’s the fact that Dems pitch themselves as the moral one then laugh when someone asks why the WH refuses to stop the fucking CRATER#SIZED HOLES ISNOTREAL HAS CREATED IN GAZA that lost the Dems not the abstainers not the third parties but the lack of empathy and humility#in the party’s leadership that they couldn’t even LIE in the days leading up to the election to try and sway the vote#you fucking bitching cunts BETTER be protesting otherwise you have done nothing but LIED abt what u lib ass losers stand for#I’m abt to start looking into what pro RCV orgs I’ve got near me to put that shit on a ticket as many times as possible until it’s approved#so third parties slowly get a fucking chance u lil whining punching down racist cunts
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literallyjusttoa · 2 years ago
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Headcanon based on something I just drew.
When Apollo is annoyed he rants, when he’s angry he yells, but when he’s truly furious, he’s completely silent.
Many a mortal have died to nothing more than the sound of an arrow being let loose. In his rage, Apollo deemed their lives, and their deaths, unworthy of his voice. No requiem for the wicked.
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cream-and-tea · 4 days ago
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heyyy don’t mean to bother you but did you know that um. You, now - the ones listening to my idling progress from back home in Glottage - you’re telling yourselves; Val cannot possibly be growing angry over something like this. How dare she? The hypocrite. How can this thing, this monster, this battle-saint, possibly find any kind of righteous anger in her twisted and repurposed heart for the lives of the fallen foe? How does our terrible Val think she can justify any kind of anger at the sight of the flattened and buried corpses of enemy civilians and enemy children, when we’ve already been listening to her murder police officers, soldiers and townsfolk single-handedly in turn? How can she be furious when we’ve heard her butcher her way through the little old ladies of the CLS in the hopeless effort to murder her own faraway mother? (Mockingly) See? You can be sacred and yet self-aware. Yes, I am culpable. I am dreadful. I have been responsible for great atrocities and I will commit a great many more before I’m done. And still - I am growing furious, as I walk through the devastation of this town. Because the wound of Sutler’s Weald is not like any wound I would make. It’s clumsy, it’s crude. It’s thoughtless. I begin to tell myself, as I walk - I wouldn’t have murdered them like this. I would have been kinder. I would have killed them quickly or gracefully, and there would have been beauty and strangeness in the manner of it. And even that’s all deception, even if I had been cruel and slow and lingering in the massacre of these innocent people, upon my whim - I would at least have looked them in the eyes, and I would have borne the weight of my cruelty. If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this. The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct. A god should not be able to avert her eyes. What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it. And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald… …well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people - -people should be kinder than the gods that eat them. The town square is largely intact. A few burning cars, a single shrine and statue to some goddess of victory, her snapped-off arm raised in imagined triumph. I sit down upon the pavement in the ruined heart of the town, and I tell the dead people of Sutler’s Weald beautiful lies. I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them. I tell them… …that all things considered, they deserved a better avenging and foreign god, a better tormentor, a better oblivion, than the one that was forced upon them. (With cold fury) I tell them- I will find a way to give them something better.
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agnes-draws · 1 year ago
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🕯️ manifesting another kiss for ep 8 🕯️
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