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[monakisu]

light gets it from his mom… “it” as in “two-faced backstabbing snakery” ˘ᗜ˘🐍

(late) gift 3/3 for my secret santa @llawlieta !!! for ur prompt of yagami family Fucked Up goodness ( ͒•·̫|💚🍭🎀 hope u enjoy!! HAPPY HOLS! * ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[fastcardotmp3]

I gotta say I am such a sucker for Eddie and Steve genuinely not falling in love, not even seeing each other in more than a wholly friendly way, until they're well into their thirties.

No high school crushes, no trauma born romance, just two guys who sincerely did not like each other as teenagers and then grew to respect each other in the face of unimaginable strife, who figured out how to be friends somewhere in the aftermath, who maybe only managed to hold onto each other through cross-country moves and major life changes and stumbles back home and repeat, repeat repeat, simply because there was no greater attachment than having someone who gets it and gets them in an uncomplicated way.

Just friends, although maybe a different sort than Robin is to Steve or the Hellfire boys are to Eddie, and that's a big deal in and of itself for two guys who have more than their fair share of abandonment issues.

Because so long as their relationship is this, friends on the phone, friends who visit each other over the holidays, friends who-- for 18 months when they're both in their late twenties and having parallel professional crises-- live in the same two bedroom apartment in chicago and accidentally adopt a stray cat together, it's a stable thing in two lives that are otherwise anything but.

There's no reason to look at it deeper than that, no reason to really question a change in feeling that happens so slowly over so many, many years until eventually it just...is.

It's no big revelation, although it will become an important choice, but in the moment at the end of a long day of moving Eddie back to Indy where he and Will are hunkering down to write their next joint graphic novel endeavor, something just clicks for Steve.

Clicks into a place that maybe hadn't even existed before this night, sharing a beer on Eddie's new-old couch, music playing because they're too tired to hook up the TV properly, and sitting close after months apart while they've both been busy doing their own thing.

The walls of this little living room in this little house near Butler are still bare and the room is lit entirely by the glow of the kitchen filtering in and Eddie is laughing so bright and big at Steve's updates from the pottery studio where he works downtown and the way Steve suddenly wants to touch him, feel the laughter, taste it doesn't feel as sudden or shocking or massive as it probably should.

It just feels.

He's not drunk, hasn't really had the constitution for it since he passed his 35th birthday, but his body goes soft and warm in a sober replication of such a thing, and he doesn't try to stop the float of his hand to push a curl up off of Eddie's forehead-- hair shorter these days, but no less wild.

"You look good," he says, and Eddie's smile lines dig deep into his cheeks, dimples on full display as he swirls the inch of beer at the bottom of his bottle absentmindedly.

"You look like you could use some sun," Eddie tells him, still grinning, leaning into Steve's touch without an ounce of shame.

"It's November in Indiana," Steve levels him with a look that's second nature, "not all of us spent the past six months at the beach, Munson."

"Fair enough," Eddie chuckles, free hand tugging gently at the collar of Steve's shirt.

Sitting so close. Something clicks.

"Next time," Eddie's eyes had so much life to them when they met all those years ago, it's only grown in depth, the way they flicker across Steve's face tonight, "you'll just have to come with me."

It's not unclear, who kisses who, because Steve decides in that moment that he's going to kiss Eddie in the yellow glow of the kitchen light, but the way Eddie accepts it so forthright, kisses back without a beat of surprise or hesitation, it's almost like Steve just barely beat him to the punch.

He tastes like beer, tastes sun kissed and sweaty from a full day of carrying furniture inside, and Steve feels something that he's come to appreciate head-on in his life in a way he never really got a decade-plus ago.

Peace.

He's got Eddie Munson grinning against his lips, licking into his mouth, both of them all but giggling as the guy crawls into his lap, and it doesn't feel like time was wasted, it doesn't even feel like finally.

It just is.

Time and space and endless ongoing choices that led them here to Eddie's hands cupping Steve's jaw and Steve's grip on Eddie's waist over an old, soft t-shirt.

"You look good too," Eddie breathes, lips against Steve's temple as they catch their breath, a teasing sort of lilt to it that has Steve pinching the skin at Eddie's hip in retaliation because he'd said Steve needed some sun, but it's pretty clear that he's about to start getting plenty.

Eddie yelps and bites Steve's ear and god, oh god, something clicks.

Steve is going to buy this man flowers.

He's going to go into work tomorrow and throw a vase on the wheel to put them in.

[multifandombullshitbabes]

hey y'all i decided to make a very serious video about season 1 episode 1 of Person of Interest. Hope y'all like it teeheee <3<3<3

[martianbugsbunny]

IM DEAD GIRRRLLL

mom is bringing me some books I left behind when she visits next weekend and I asked her to bring The Sun And The Star (bc somehow I forgot it and I almost cried when I realized) and she asked which one is that and I said it's the one where Solangelo go on their gay little adventure to Tartarus together and she said

Riordan then?

IM DECEASED

[why-the-heck-not]

”having cats is so cozy :3 they’re so cute aww look at her purr aw what a sweetheart”

i’m collecting pieces of a bird into a plastic bag on this fine sunday evening

[itshomobirb]

need to uber to my parent's place to go pick up emotional support dildo package and some other mail that was accidentally delivered to them but UGH i don't wanna 😭 the dread fills me

[daughterofsarenrae]

Was so nervous about telling my dad about my tattoo last night and he was not a fan but like. Its fine im normal about wanting his approval. But now telling my mom feels so easy lmao

EDIT lmao my mom was chill as hell about it

[pollenallergie]

Thinking about you pulling out child!best friend!Eddie’s loose tooth for him in the third or fourth grade because he was too scared to do it himself. You get home later that night and tell your mom you saved your best friend’s life today. Meanwhile, Eddie gets home and tells Wayne that he pulled it out all by himself. He’s like, “Yeah, it's no big deal, Uncle Wayne. I just pulled it out during math class because I got bored.” Cut to you comfortingly rubbing your sobbing, scaredy-cat friend’s arm at recess as you count down from ten to help him mentally prepare for you to yank his loose front tooth out of his gums.

[lovinglin]

Sometimes I get hit with the "lisa wouldn't be a mother figure" but then I remember razor and how doting she is to him and how he calls her teacher and teacher's are technically the second mother to a child so like

[evanescentsun]

inspired by @hakucho-art ‘s vampire enemies to lovers au heheh, and her art. (I can’t get over touka’s design it’s so cool. @/harleyquilt is so big brained for the design FR. )

[zomboyfren]

I just spent all day cleaning my entire room with the power of thinking about Ana

[puris-place]

The nerv of me to draw a bust of this milf lolol

[padfootastic]

gonna start excusing anything bad sirius ever did the way remus people do. his actions can technically be seen as hurtful but u gotta understand my man just needed therapy :( u can't comprehend the pain of azakban and having a dysfunctional childhood :( :( the prank isn't a net negative, it's simply an action derived of Sirius's oh so complicated psychology that we need to understand and sympathize with :( :( :(

anon how dare u imply sirius ever did anything bad in his precious, perfect life 😤

(but also—yes)

[britneyshakespeare]

If you wanna get Freudian for a sec. I have always found Marianne Faithfull like the most beautiful woman to ever live ever since I was 18 and I first saw a picture of her and I was like WOW. Like I was like FLOORED like that was THE most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Soon came deeper knowledge and obsession, naturally, because she was well worth knowing about and loving besides just for what she looked like in 1968 (some people are yet to pass that stage of discovery though). But anyway since she quickly became like my favorite artist of my lifetime I've almost always had her as my Tumblr icon in the years since. I mean, right. Duh. Love her. Anyway.

When I was still 18-19 there was a picture of HER I used as my icon, from when she was about 18-19 too. Beautiful color photograph in natural light, brought out lots of pinks and yellows. One of my mutuals who did not share my music taste said "your icon looks like you! I thought it was you at first" And I was like. On the floor crying about it. Like you would be. If someone said they mistook a picture of the most beautiful woman ever, for you.

Anyway shortly after that I came to the begrudging acceptance that actually Marianne kind of looked like my mother in some ways, particularly around the shape of the eyes and nose, which I get from my mom. This became more apparent to me when I'd watch interviews of an older Marianne from the 21st century, and I'm like, oh, yeah, she kind of does look like my mom...

Psychoanalyze me cap'n

[haohaobinbin]

ZEROBASEONE 1ST WIN!!!!!!!!!!