#The Declaration of Love
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the declaration of love by jean-françois de troy, 1731
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ROCOCO ART đ love, ur local art mom đ©”
disclaimers and more information under the cut âïž
hi Iâm annemarie and Iâm an art historian! not adjuncting for the first time in five years was rly hard for me so I threw some slides together so I could still (sort of) teach the same material as my language of art class but a) I threw these slides together for instagram so space was/is limited and b) language of art is a ten week run through art history so Iâm presenting only the most accessible information here â thereâs so much more to this art period and to this artist! â please donât expect it to be comprehensive and please do ask if you have any questions!
oh p.s. my first ever class of art history students came up with the name âart momâ for me at the end of the quarter and yes it does make me cry if I think about it too long thanks so much for asking
#annemarie teaches art history#art history#rococo art#rococo#art#the declaration of love#jean françois de troy#fĂȘte galante#fĂȘte champetre#rococo architecture#wĂŒrzburg residence#rococo painting#rococo style#the swing#jean honorĂ© fragonard#rococo sculpture#porcelain#Ă©lisabeth louise vigĂ©e le brun#peace bringing back prosperity#self portrait with her daughter julie#marie antoinette#rococo aesthetics#art mom#annemarieyeretzian
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Early 1730s dresses (from top to bottom) -
1730 Tea Party at Lord Harrington's by C. Phillips detail (Yale Center for British Art, Yale University - New Haven, Connecticut, USA). Probably from Wikimedia; fixed spots with Pshop 1247X1623. There are many caps and veils, square necklines, and laced bodices with revers. But full-blown panniers are not to be seen.
1730 Marquise de Gueydan as Flora by Nicolas de LargilliÚre (Musée Granee - Aix-en-Provence, Bouches-du-RhÎne, Provence-Alpes-CÎte d'Azur, France). From cutlermiles.com/portrait-of-marquise-de-gueydan-as-flora-nicolas-de-largilliere/ 1908X2484. She wears a stout Swiss belt and cleft coiffure that harken back to the late Louis XIV era.
ca. 1730 Empress Elisabeth Christine by Johann Gottfried Auerbach (auctioned, probably by Lempertz). From Wikimedia trimmed 1715X2352. She wears a round skirt and a scoop neckline.
ca. 1730 Polyxena of Hesse-Rotenburg, Queen of Sardinia by Maria Giovanna Clementi (location ?). From tumblr.com/blog/view/jeannepompadour; enlarged by half 1053X1385. Her dress has a deep V neckline filled in by a modesty piece.
ca. 1730 Rhoda Apreece, Mrs Francis Blake Delaval attributed to Enoch Seeman the Younger (Seaton Delaval - Seaton Sluice, Northumberland, UK). From artuk.org; enlarged by half 994X1200. The ruff makes this a Van Dyck revival dress. The laced vest and jaunty hat lend a casual air to the portrait.
ca. 1730 Robe volante (Musée de la Mode - Paris, France). From fripperiesandfobs.tumblr.com-post-139802377452-robe-volante-ca-1730-from-the-palais-galliera 1140X1620. Dresses before the 1750s often had cuffs that could be substantial like these.
1731 Die LiebeserklĂ€rung by Jean François de Troy (Sanssouci, Stiftung PreuĂische Schlösser und GĂ€rten Berlin - Brandenburg, Germany). From artsandculture.google.com/asset/die-liebeserklĂ€rung-jean-françois-de-troy/XAFpCyLiWrxHZw?h 3074X24.12. Known in the Anglophone world as âThe Declaration of Love. The large patterns mark this as early century. The robe Ă la française is firmly established in the form it would take until the late Louis XVI period.
1731 Infanta Maria Teresa Antonia de BorbĂłn by Jean Ranc (Museo del Prado - Madrid, Spain). From their Web site; removed spots and streaks with Photoshop 2621X3051. Spain was ruled by BorbĂłns after the last Habsburg was cleared out in the early 1700s.
1731 Julia Calverley, Lady Trevelyan, by Enoch Seeman the Younger (Wallington Hall - Wallington, Northumberland, UK). From nationaltrustcollections.org.uk/object/584399; erased navigation marks in corners & fixed spots w Pshop 1616X1992. Clasps replace lacing to close this bodice.
1731 Lady by John Vanderbank (location ?). From the Philip Mould Historical Portraits Image Library 920X1214. The dress is Van Dyck revival similar to the one worn by Rhoda Apreece.
#1730s fashion#Georgian fashion#Louis XV fashion#Rococo fashion#C. Phillips#Marquise de Gueydan#Nicolas de LargilliÚre#Kaiserin Elisabeth Christine#Johann Gottfried Auerbach#scoop neckline#Polyxena von Hesse-Rotenburg#Maria Giovanna Clementi#Rhoda Apreece#Enoch Seeman the Younger#feathered hat#robe volante#The Declaration of Love#Jean François de Troy#robe à la française#Infanta Maria Teresa Antonia de Borbón#tabbed bodice#Jean Ranc#Julia Calverley#cap#John Vanderbank
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"Would you peel an orange for me?"
I would peel a pomegranate for you.
#peeling pomegranates are a declaration of love#imagine ripping through the skin of the fruit to unearth the hidden rubies#love#love quotes#oranges#orange#orange peel#pomegranates#pomegranate#pomegranate seeds#yearning#dark academia#light academia#aesthetic#hozier#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia quotes#persephone#hades#hades and persephone#hades and kore#goddess persephone#kore
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al things considered â when i post my masterpiece #1304
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giovanni battista tiepolo -- "the declaration of love" (1757)
"anâ if anybody asks me 'is it easy to forget?' iâll say, 'itâs easily done you just pick anyone anâ pretend that you never have met!'" ⊠bob dylan
"dreams and fables i fashion; and even while i sketch and elaborate fables and dreams upon paper ⊠i so enter into them that i weep and am offended at ills i invented. but am i wiser when art does not deceive me?" ⊠pietro matastasio
"i'm leaving today with nothing to say and just a suitcase of regret i can be just like you and just do what you do and pretend that we never have met" ⊠al janik
#giovanni battista tiepolo#the declaration of love#i don't believe you#bob dylan#pietro matastasio#dreams and fables#am i wiser#regret#pretend that we never have met#al things considered
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- Babe. My beautiful angel. My darling nightmare on legs. What the fuck. Is that. - Do you like it, beloved? I designed this myself - Wow, hmÂ
((happee birday @hummingbee-o0o) (i hope you'll appreciate the tears and blood that went into this horror))
#graphic design is his passion#this has been physically painful to make#truly a declaration of love if you ask me#don't ask armand he doesn't count#interview with the vampire#iwtv#daniel molloy#armand#armand iwtv#the vampire armand#armandaniel#devil's minion#my art: iwtv#my art: daniel molloy#my art: armand
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only you
(art prints)
#arcane#jayvik#this blanket haunts me... it's about the attachment!! the affection!!#i think they're very sweet. they won me over when the finale aired and i've been wanting to draw them since then#they really knew how to get ME specifically (a catradora fan) with their final scene#(arcane s2 spoilers in my next tag)#what if we declared our love and were willing to sacrifice ourselves together inside the heart of etheria- i mean the heart of the hexgate#even the song that plays during that scene is called I PROMISED YOU.... real shera fans will understand#also love viktor's long hair (unsurprisingly)#jayce talis#viktor arcane#viktor#jayvik fanart#arcane fanart#blue#green#pink
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Love Like a Gothic Novel
Tim doesnât think of himself as particularly romantic.
Sure, he loves Dannyâloves him with the kind of devotion that could make or break empires, loves him with a ferocity that could shake the stars from the sky. But romance? Thatâs always been something more suited to poetry, to grand gestures in old films, to couples who carve their initials into tree trunks and murmur sonnets beneath the moon.
Romance isnât for people like him. It's for people like Danny.
Danny, who looks at Tim like heâs the first and only wonder of the universe. Danny, who says beloved with a reverence that makes Tim feel like something sacred, like a prayer answered in full. Danny, who looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky and named each one after the sound of his heartbeat.
Tim never stood a chance.
(Neither did anyone else who has to witness it.)
The first time it happens, theyâre fighting a group of goons in an alley, and Tim hears the telltale sound of a gun being cocked behind him. Before he can turn, Danny appearsâcloak billowing, eyes glowing like the ghosts in old fairytales.
âHow dare you,â Danny says, voice rich and dripping with venom. âYou would dare raise a weapon against my heart? Against my soul? Against the very breath that fills my lungs?!â
The gun is on the ground before the goon even realizes heâs dropped it.
Tim barely has time to blink before Danny grabs his wrist, pulling him close like theyâre about to waltz. The fight is still going on around them, but Danny lifts Timâs gloved hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles like theyâre in the middle of a ballroom instead of a crime scene.
âYou are safe, my love,â Danny murmurs. âAlways.â
Tim is mortified.
The rest of the family is delighted.
After that, things spiral.
Danny starts leaving handwritten notes in his cape like love letters sent from the battlefieldâink-stained scraps of paper folded carefully and tucked between his gauntlets, slipped into his utility belt. Sometimes, theyâre poetry, verses that read like something stolen from the pages of a forgotten novel. Other times, theyâre dramatic declarations of vengeance.
(âMy dearest Polaris, I have heard troubling news that someoneâsomeoneâhas made you sad. Rest assured, I will handle this. I will destroy them. I will salt the earth in your name.â)
Tim never figures out how Danny gets the notes in his suit.
And itâs not like Tim doesnât return the feelings. His love isnât something grand or sweepingâitâs in the way he fixes Dannyâs gloves when they start to fray, in the way he absentmindedly tangles their fingers together while heâs working. Itâs in the late-night coffee runs when Dannyâs had a bad day, in the way he memorizes Dannyâs favorite food spots just to surprise him later. It's in the way he looks at him like heâs something divine.
Danny notices.
Danny always notices.
And if the family wasnât already insufferable about it before, theyâre unbearable now.
Dick sighs dramatically whenever Danny dips Tim during fights just to kiss him. Cass watches with open delight whenever Danny calls Tim darling in that rich, old-fashioned tone. Jason still wonât stop muttering about how is this our reality? Where does Timbo even find these people?
The only one truly suffering is Damian, who looks like heâs considering self-exile whenever Danny sighs, âMon amour,â and Tim just⊠accepts it like itâs normal.
(It is normal. Danny has been like this from day one. Tim is just used to it.)
And when Tim presses a kiss to Dannyâs temple after a long night, when he rests a hand over Dannyâs heart like heâs grounding himself there, Dannyâs expression softens into something unbearably fond.
âMy heart,â Danny murmurs. âMy shadow, my light, my loveââ
âGo to sleep, Danny.â
ââŠYes, Polaris.â
(They are ridiculous. It is perfect)
#tim drake#danny phantom#danny fenton#brain dead#dead tired#dc x dp#romantic chaos#dramatic declarations of love#flawless relationship goals#dramatic couple vibes
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ff7 women in S.T.E.M.
#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy vii#lucrecia crescent#shera ff7#i dont know if the game explicitly declared lucrecia consented to experimentation under extreme pressure from hojo or not#but to me that's not what happened therefore she is my morally grey queen who haunts the narrative#definitely still a victim of hojo but it's more interesting to think she loved science more than her child before it was too late#not sure what other fans think pls feel free to lmkkkk#morally conflicting toxic women in stem everyone cheered
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- Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan. - I would, but who'd bet on you?
BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID 1969, dir. George Roy Hill
#a declaration of love if there ever was one tbh#butch cassidy and the sundance kid#paul newman#robert redford#filmgifs#filmedit#* endless gifs of paul newman#movieedit#moviegifs#fyeahmovies#dailyflicks#cinemapix#oldhollywoodedit#classicfilmblr#classicfilmedit#classicfilmsource#cinemaspast#mygifs#bbqueue
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POV: when you overhear your boyfriendâs bandmates who âïždo not like youâïž talking to himâabout YOU
âBe real though, Ed. Harrington? You canât actually be serious, here.â Steve doesnât like to eavesdrop, like, on principle. Which is to say he totally does it. He just doesnât wholly approve of it, or think itâs a very good habit to have, while still doing it. âYou got me,â Eddie sighs, longer and deeper than can be taken wholly seriously. âIâm running my longest successful con to date.â
rating: t â„ïž tags: post-s4, established relationship, corroded coffin, as in: the gangâs all here and being VERY JUDGEMENTAL of eddieâs taste in men, and maybe steve had to pick eddie up from practice today so he overhears it WHOLLY WITHOUT INTENDING TO OKAY?, no one ever REALLY want to hear what the people they love really think of them when said people donât know who allâs actually listening, true love, declarations of feelings, itâs actually really fucking hard to stand up to your friends, happy endingâ„ïž
for @steddielovemonth day ten: "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." âDr. Seuss
also! Unnamed Freak is Doug for the purpose of this fic because the book can fuck itself I say so đ€
âBe real though, Ed,â the voice that filters through, and holds Steveâs hand from pushing the car door shut loud enough to notice, is fairly reasonable, like trying to talk down a suggestion absurd enough to send someone to the ERâwhich means, of the subjects at hand? Itâs gotta be Jeff.
âYou canât actually be serious, here.â
Steve doesnât like to eavesdrop, like, on principle.
Which is to say he totally does it.
He just doesnât wholly approve of it, or think itâs a very good habit to have, while still doing it.
âYou got me,â Eddie deadpans, but itâs like, venom-laced. It stings just to hear and Steveâs struck with how much his lifeâs changed since Spring Break, and more still sinceâŠwell.
Since Eddie.
Because Steve is well aware the man can cut glass with how sharp his tongue can get, they did go to high school together whether they ran in the same circles or not.
Itâs just strikes Steve in the moment that not once since Vecna, has Eddie turns that tongue on him.
Now, other uses of his tongueâ
âIâm running my longest successful con to date. Yep, totally pulled it over on all you bitches,â and where it could be playful, every single word is sharpened to stab, to pierce, to drag the wound out so it bleeds, like a shiv to remind someone where they fucked up, in perpetuity.
âPlease applaud.â
And oh, even Steve flinches at that tone, and heâs not even the target. Hell, heâs still in the drivewayâhe doesnât make a rule of crashing band practice, no matter whose parentsâ garage theyâre using; Eddieâs van is just regularly in the shop for one thing or another, so heâs gotta come get his man. But he doesnât, like, push his way in. Sometimes doesnât even get out of the driverâs seat. He knows Eddie would more than welcome him; has the handful of times heâs ventured to step in to apologize for interrupting but remind him they have to pick up the shitheads. But one: Eddie is alone in his welcome, and like, the polar opposite of the other three guys, who range from staring daggers at Steve to sneering so scrunched up to the nose that itâd give Carol Perkins at her snittiest a run for her money.
And Steve wouldnât have made it this far if he didnât know how to recognise where heâs not wanted, and learn how to make the calculated decision of whether to walk or push his way in. And much as he loves Eddie? Steve actually wants his friends to eventually come around from probably, like, muttering ancestral curses under their breaths at him or something.
Plus, from what Steve understands? Jam sessions are personal. Sacred. Eddie had blushes and stammered the first time he let Steve listen in on works in progress; and Steve had rewarded him for the gift of it liberally and with genuine gusto. Itâs earned him repeat performances on the regular, but Steve gets itâs a private thing in general. And these guys donât know him, donât presently care toâdonât trust him.
He figures itâs likeâŠmasturbating in front of someone. The art thing, the depth of making music and stuff. Showing your soul a little bit, losing control for the betterment of the final product.
Now, he and Eddie definitely have masturbated together, itâs actually fantastic foreplay, or even just a deliciously sloppy go on its own. But thatâs neither here nor there. And also totally fucking different.
Steve really doesnât want Eddie masturbating in front of anyone other than him, ever again. Steveâs sure as shit not looking to on his end; definitely not with the other members of Corroded fucking Coffin.
The metaphor might have gotten away from him. But you get the picture.
âNo, man,â and thatâs, thatâs Garethâs voice, Steveâs almost sure. Sharper. Concerned but also caustic on the undertow. âItâs just,â he snorts, the disbelieving sort: âthis canât be real.â
Okay, yeah. Tone plus actual words add up.
âYeah, just,â Doug laughs a little nervous, like of all of them, Eddieâs verbal attack had the most weight in tempering his response of the three of them; âblink twice if youâre being held against your will.â
They all chuckle, but itâs toned down the whole way aroundâeven Steve can clock that. These guys are boisterous when left to their devices, Steveâs taken note of that. Mostly watching from the sidelinesâalmost exclusively when they donât know heâs there to watch.
Again: does not condone eavesdropping.
Does not try at all to refrain from doing it.
âI mean, you donât expect us to believe youâre actually fucking him,â and oh, yeah, okay: Steve was pretty sure he was the topic conversation here, and despite some of the setbacks of recent years, heâs not insecure when it comes to relationships especially.
Heâs definitely the only one fucking Eddie. And Eddieâs the only one fucking him.
And while he doesnât really hold it against these guys for being wary of himâhe wasnât really a perpetrator of their high school woes, but he definitely didnât do anything to make them lessâŠwoefulâso heâs mostly bummed about it for Eddieâs sake, and on principle, but like, seriously.
Doubting Steve successfully scoring Eddie Munson? Like, Eddieâs a catch, Steve of ll people is well aware, but. Steveâs also been long past fishing the shallow end of the pond, yâknow?
Give him some credit.
âRight,â Steve narrows back in on whatâs happening in the garage that heâs definitely feeling less guilty bout, seeing as heâs definitely a subject of the debate unfolding, but Eddie soundsâŠangry. Pissed off in that way he gets when heâs fed the fuck up.
âIâm out,â Steve hears scraping of equipment, the guitar case flipped open; âcanât actually make it next week,â he adds like a footnote.
Itâs clear within a second heâs the only one who takes it with that sameâŠenergy.
âBut we have to practice before the open micââ Jeff, ever the voice of reason, sounds baffled; on his way to ticked off but not quite there yet.
Eddie, howeverâas is his wont in this type of moodâcould not give two shits where the people around him land on the anger-o-meter; heâs exceeded them, even if only in his own head, and they are all therefore irrelevant to his very responsible decision to put distance between himself and doing something stupid he canât take back.
Itâs not the nicest way to deal but, honestly? Steveâs mostly just proud of Eddie for sticking with a coping mechanism that, while not without consequences, generally works better than most.
âIâll see you guys in two, then. Probably.â And the case clicks shut, definitive, and Steveâs proud of that too; that Eddieâs not digging a hole when the guys re trying to bait him, intentionally or not, over Steve.
Steve doesnât need Eddie to complicate his band, his friendships, over what the two of them have. One, itâs not their fucking business. And two?
Steve doesnât thing heâs being self-important in saying he and EddieâŠare bigger, and more, than even the very beat high school band.
Not that Steve would ever ask Eddie to choose or some bullshit like that. And he really does believe Eddieâs going places, if thatâs what he decides he wants. ButâŠthereâs that.
Then there is them.
Different, like, stratospheres.
âWhat the fuck came up that you canât make it next week? When weâre staring down our first actual shot at Battle of the Bands this year,â and yeah, of course, if anyoneâs gonna try to drag the whole thing out, itâs Gareth. Kidâs got a fucking temper.
âSomething more important.â
Which yeah, thatâs what was going through Steveâs mind, basically, butâ
âThe hell could be moreââ
âI have plans,â Eddie hisses, viper-quick and fucking deadly, shuts them all right up for it, but then he spins a 180âpreens so big Steve swears he can hear his shoulders go back and his chest puff out:
âItâs my anniversary.â
SoâŠyeah. Just because it was where Steveâs head had just been at doesnât mean his whole chest goes all gooey to hear it said out loud.
And in front of Eddieâs band, whoâŠthey arenât hiding from, but they have discussed keeping kinda mum around. For the same kinds of reasons Steveâs been privy to just in the past couple minutes.
But then Eddieâs voice follows the feeling in Steveâs chest like theyâre tethered there, and honestly, more times than not?
Steve thinks they just might actually be, and heâs not proven wrong with the way Eddie halfway coos:
âOur anniversary.â
âYour what?â
Jeff, again, is that middle ground: actually confused, laced with being angry that Eddieâs ducking out.
âSix months,â Eddie answers, soft-like, a little dreamy but in this way thatâs rooted somehow still, and in being struck all over again by a level of shock Steve understands, sometimes feels in reverse, but still doesnât understand being felt so deep as it sounds, now, when itâs applied toâŠhim.
Itâs wild yâknow?
âIâm like,â Steve hears Eddieâs curls brush against something as he shakes his headâSteveâs moneyâs on him crouched by his case, or having it already slung over his shoulder:
âNever thought Iâd get something to celebrate like that in the first place, but get to keep it, that long without fucking it up?â
Steve, again, wants to give up the pretense and walk the fuck in there and kiss the shit out of his boyfriend because one, same, but two?
Dumbass.
Steve goddamn adores him.
âYou mean, with Harrington?â Garethâs spitting and Steve just shakes his head, a little sadâhe doesnât know whatâs crawled up that kidâs ass about him, man; heâs not so much younger that Steve never saw him or didnât know of him but godDamn: the circles he ran in at the time werenât the ones doing shit yet when they were in the same elementary school, Steve was barely popular in middle school, and come high school the worst anyone he knew did to the frosh was bang them into a lockerânot great, but.
Not worth this shit. And the worst part is if he doesnât know whatâs crawled he did to really piss Gareth off this bad? He canât even try to Harrington-charm his way back into the guyâs tolerable category. Like, even his best fucking not-pot brownie recipe didnât sway the fucker.
âYes,â Eddie is answering, the answer emphatic, like heâs brimming with feeling over it, but then clipped too, like demonstrating that he was brimming and is now being forced to clip it all backis very much the intent: âof course I mean with Steve, who the fuck else?â
Itâs not lost on Steve how Eddie says his name. Ever. All the name.
But right now, how heâs making a point to say it in that warm, kindaâŠbeloved way, when anyone else uses his last name in a way thatâs anything-but.
âYou cannot beââ Gareth scoffs, Steve can imagine him throwing up his hands, that sort of deal, but then Eddie comes in, and itâs a tone Steveâs only ever hear when heâs about to run a campaign into the ground where the characters may never recover, and if somehow manage it, theyâll wish they hadnât:
âOh, I am deadly serious.â
Because itâs not Steveâs character, but in defense of Steveâs relationship, that tone trickles something molten through his veins and prickles up his spine andâŠheâs gone have to stick that one in his back pocket to explore at a later date, for sure.
âSix months?â
Jeffâand Steve kinda likes Jeff, and not for the reason his bandmates would like, that he kicks around Hawkins after graduation, too, but more because Steve knows why; thatâs to make more money for a college outside Indiana, and Steve thinks thatâs fucking coolâbut itâs here where Jeff dips fully away from being angry to being stupefied. Steve lets himself smirk at nothing because fuck yes: him and Eddie.
Six whole goddamn months.
âI was actually gonna ask you guys to come over soon, introduce him properly and stuff,â Eddie says, the disappointment in his voice again; Steveâs niggling desire to go and hug him from behind, maybe kiss under his ear a little, back in full force.
âHe picks you up from practice, we see him,â Doug pipes back up, likewise confused, but Steve just takes the useful confirmation that no one did catch on that he pulled up ages ago, now.
âWe know who Steve Harrington isââ Gareth snaps, protests in the way that betrays his eye-rolling, his thin-wearing patience.
âNo!â
And that comes out of Eddie fierce enough to echo down at least half the block theyâre onâseems like Eddieâs patience was worn out a while ago.
âYou donât!â
And everyone is silent in that way Steve knows all too well: when shitâa gone down but now youâre waiting in the edge for the worse thing to hit.
Then it does:
âAnd itâs a good thing I didnât bring it up because you dipshits arenât ready,â Eddie snaps, says dipshitso different from how he does with the Party, theirParty, their kids; he says it here with something real fucking close to disgust.
âAsking hostage questions, fuck off,â he huffs, and Steve hears Eddieâs footsteps, canât tell if heâs gonna leave it at that, come find Steve and know heâs been standing there but thatâll be fine, itâs not like Steve wasnât going to let him know as soon as they leftâbut then:
âLook,â and Eddie sounds the way Steve sounds when heâs pinching the bridge of his nose to fight a growing migraine, the sting of tears for all sorts of pain behind his eyes, and that hurts to hear from his boyfriend, like, a lot.
It fucking hurts.
âI am not just fucking him,â Eddie growls through the bridge-pinching pain; âI mean, fuck yes, I am, but,â and Steve hears the way he swallows all the way down the drive:
âIâm in this for the long haul,â Eddie tells his bandmates like throwing down a gauntlet; âand if you canât respect me enough, and my choices, that stings,â Steve knows Eddie shrugs then: âbut Iâll live.â
Steveâs about a millisecond from saying fuck it, opening the door just to slam it to announce his approach, and then going to physically grab his boyfriend, drag him to the car, and park in the abandoned lot down from the Wheelersâ neighborhood to kiss him senseless because thatâs the closest place he can think of and he doesnât think heâll make it to either of their homes before he canât fucking handle himself.
âBut if you are gonna disrespect the man I love, no. Absolutely not.â
Eddies voice is a deadly sort of whisper. Steve would cower at it, the way it washes through a person, if he hadnât justâŠsaid.
That.
âYou love him?â
And for what Steve thinks is the first time since he climbed out of the car and committed to listening where he wasnât invited, Gareth soundsâŠmuted. Genuinely asking a question.
Steve, for his own part, kinda expected that heâd be more breathless, heart racing and shit, to hear the answer but in reality?
âOf course I love him.â
Steve already knew that in his cells, in his bones.
In his steady, not all-that-fast but particularly-especially-happily beating heart.
âHave you guys, like, said it and stuff?â
And of course Steve already knows that answer, both the literal one and the one that matters more, but he does perk up a bit, curious to hear whatâif anything of noteâEddie chooses to give away here.
âHe has,â Eddie says, and nowâŠnow maybe Steve should stop listening because this part, the way Eddie says that as flat factâSteve doesnât knowthis part beyond speculation. ButâŠ
âI wanted to, like,â and eddies voice canât hide the way heâs gotta have that soft smile, the one he used to hide behind his hair before Steve started pulling it back to see in full, so now he only brings his hair out just to tease, to okay.
âI donât think Iâve wanted much in my whole life, but heâs,â and Steve thinks he hears how Eddie chews his bottom lip for a second, in the subtlest click of how it slips free before Eddie takes a deep breath andâ
âHe doesnât know what heâs worth,â Eddie starts, a little mournful almost, even, and Steve is unexpectedly glued to the spot in his fucking Nikes.
âHe doesnât understand that Iâd sell the sun and the moon just to keep him,â Eddieâs saying, and with passion. With whole-ass honesty. And here, maybe, is where Steve gets to have some of the heart:fluttery feeling after all:
âHe comes out the gate with the whole you donât have to say it back and I just,â Eddie sighs, sniffs a little before heaving another breath deep enough to stretch his shirt, which Steveâs not imagining or anything, at all;
âI couldnât say it, not right then, and risk him everthinking it was something Iâd done to like, match. Like that I didnât mean it with everything Iâve got, when I mean it with everything Iâve got and then also everything else. Like, anywhere. Ever.â
Steve realized heâd stopped breathing at some point when the little dots start floating in front of his eyes and he sucks in a shaking breath because: heâs known Eddie loves him. Unshakeably.
But, but all thisâ
âI couldnât say it and have him ever wondered if I wouldnât rip my heart out of my chest just to keep his safe.â
And of-fucking-course Steveâs pulse is running fucking riot about how much heâs in love right now, make no goddamn mistake. Jesus, heâ
âFuck.â
And Steve has never heard Gareth Emerson pushed just this side of speechless but: thatâs the best way Steve can describe the kind of breathless wonder he says it with, like watching a rare bird take flight.
âYou mean it.â
And Steve can pick out Eddieâs huffs and categorize them, on demand at this point: he doesnât need to see the eye-roll to know Eddieâs deemed the expression of pure shock to be so beneath him in this specific context that heâs deemed it unworthy of any more attention.
His heartâs not jumping that loud to have missed it. So.
Steve just kinda grins toward the blacktop under his shoes.
âWhy didnât you,â Doug starts, stillâusually, really, in Steveâs limited experience at leastâthe peacekeeper, the one whoâs most invested at the human level when heâs not getting swept up in whatever the rest of the gang has deemed the cool thing to laugh at or make fun of at any given moment.
The huff Eddie gives this time is his incredulous one, which allows for just the slightest bit more consideration:
âThe fuck do you think?â
The slightest bit, being the operative point.
âIâd hoped youâd take it better but,â Eddie adds, and thereâs less drama in it than Steve might have expected. Heâs being serious with them, and he soundsâŠdisappointed.
Steve kinda want to make some kind of noise, give away his position, and justâŠhug Eddie tight from behind, if nothing else. Be there. Solid against him, wrapped up around him. Never wavering. Always at his back as much as at his side.
But Eddieâs not done:
âIâm not even asking you to like him, just be decent,â and it sounds like it hurts him to say as much, and Steve knows why; he genuinely despises when anyone thinks Lea with a the very beat thing about Steve. Steve believes this to be n unreasonable standard, and has expressed as much to Eddie who nods and smiles and kisses Steveâs forehead and does absolutely nothing to change his stance, but deep down?
Steve fucking feels soâŠloved for it.
âAnd like I said,â Steve can hear the judgement in Eddieâs tone clear as day; âyouâre not ready, and Iâm not putting him in that kind of situation.â
Steve sucks on the inside of his cheek, lest his grin at the way Eddie is not just defending him, butâŠprotecting him, not his honor but his heartâŠ
No ones ever even tried that before. Steve may not need it, or maybe he just learned he couldnât survive needing it.
Getting it nowâŠnow itâs justâŠ
Wow.
âAnd Iâm in this for keeps, like, this is a forever type thing, so long as he wants it,â Eddie saying, explaining the color of a sky to a small child like what these words are that fundamental, that unalterably true. âSoââ
âWeâve known each other forever, man,â Gareth eventually mutters, sounds indignant, but mostly gutted.
Steve knows before it happens that itâs not gonna make a difference.
âAnd we can still know each other. Just not everything, anymore,â and Eddie does sound a little sad but heâsâŠheâs a monolith, unshakable. âI donât trust you with the parts that revolve around him, yet,â and Steve feels more than hears the ways his friends deflate, maybe shrink for being deemed soâŠinsufficient. In the eyes of their ostensible leader, no less.
âEddie, we didnât,â Jeff starts, slow, and he doesnât sound remorseful butâEddie has all those coping mechanisms for a reason, right?
Because heâs quick to feeling, good and bad, and sometimes neither is fit to the moment.
Steve canât help but be kinda glad Eddie doesnât bother with those mechanisms just now, though, if it means he gets to hear this part:
âI know you didnât, thatâs the fucking problem,â Eddie groans, Steve can see the way he lens, bends at the knees and throws his body around a little in sheer, undiluted exasperation. â
âBecause I could tell you heâs changed since school, and thatâd be true, but thatâs not even it,â and thereâs more of the frustrated stomping round, Steve can hear it, but heâsâŠheâs ready distracted by that thing in his chest that has to has to be tied up in Eddieâs, too, that thing tugging on him to pay the fuck attention.
And who is he to ignore it?
âhe was never who we thought he was in school in the first place. He is,â Eddie licks his lips, just to snack them loud:
âHe is kind and funny, and goofy, and such a fuckinâ nerd, and heâs smart in these incredible ways where heâs sees what everyone else misses, and heâs protective as fuck and heâs got a heart of gold,â and Eddieâs voice only gets more heartfelt in its own right that longer he goes and Steve just, heâs, itâsâ
âAnd I would tear my skin off just so it doesnât get so much as a scuff on it,â Eddie ends with the most scathing delivery imaginable: he fucking meansthis shit. And Steve is going o live and die next to this man, scuffed heart still kept safe to the fucking end, he will swear that shit to anyone who needs to hear it.
He is going to have a whole fucking life with Eddie Munson, and love him for every single breath of it.
âAnd I donât trust you guys yet not to tempt me to tear off my skin,â Eddie says finally after enough silence to catch his breath, and temper his tone just enough to sound tired; a little dejected. âI donât trust you with him, and until that changes, weâre still friends,â Eddie sniffs, breathes out long; âyou just wonât get to know about that part of me.â
He says it so simple, like heâs not half-cutting off some of the longest, closest friendships heâs ever had, and for Steve.
Steve doesnât know if it makes him a person, or a really selfish one or whatever, if he doesnât feel any urge to talk Eddie down, to make him walk it back just a little.
He doesnât think he cares, though, either way.
âSeems like a really big part of you,â Doug says, deflated entirely.
âIt is,â Eddie answers, unapologetic in a way that swells and sparkles in Steveâs ribs. âHe is.â
âYouâd walk from the band?â Of course Gareth asks, but itâs the first time he sounds small in his words. Like he maybe knows the answer, and isnât so okay with how he got around to it even before Eddie wishes all doubt:
âIn half a fuckinâ heartbeat.â Boom. Done. No hesitation whatsoever.
Less than half-a-fuckinâ-heartbeat.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying Iâm doing right now, but,â Eddie laughs a little, and that probably cuts deeper than anything for the boys, Steve suspects, especially when Eddie makes it unquestionable:
âItâs not even a question.â
AndâŠmaybe that drives a knife deeper for the band, but for Steve?
Steve kinda wants toâŠgiggle, or some shit. He hadnât realized just how much he wanted someone who answered a question like that, exactly like that, who talked about Steve exactly like that, without anything to gain, just because theyâŠbelieved it.
âJesus,â Gareth mutters, sounds kinda blindsided, kinda thrown and then some.
âIf we,â Jeff clears his throat after a long period of quiet; âif we do better, could we meet him someday?â And the way he says it, earnest and shit:, like he wants to at least think about, at least maybe try:
âLike, really meet him?â
Like Eddie means enough that heâll try, and that sings sweet in Steveâs veins because goddamn straight, his Eddie deserves that from the people hecares about. No matter who or what Steve is, Eddiedeserves that much, and so much more.
But he sounds like even just this is something amazing, Steve can hear the smile in his voice:
âYeah, man,â he answers Jeff, claps him audibly on the shoulder; âI look forward to it.â
And shit, yâknow what?
So does Steve.
âSee you in two weeks,â and Eddies footsteps follow, guitar slung over his back for the way his weight falls with each one, but then:
âEddie!â
Thatâs Doug; the footsteps stop close to the edge of the garage door as another set rushes to catch up, where heâll see Steve if he walks much farther, where Steveâs got his hand on the door handle of the car, slowly inching it open to push shut and look wholly-unsuspicious now that Eddie might be followed out to his ride:
âGet him flowers. For your anniversary,â Doug says, tone low like a secret; âI know, like, it might seem like guys wouldnât want flowers, but,â and Steve actually has to strain to hear the next part:
âMy mom gets my dad flowers on his birthday every year, and he lights up like the Fourth of July.â
Steve remembers the first time he ever got flowers. His favorites, even if he thinks he only knew it subconsciously because they were handed to him with the stammering explanation of I donât even know if you like flowers, or like these ones, but you look at them when weâre out, like, just walking or something and your eyes linger, and these ones just remind me of you andâ
Apparently, Steve loves hyacinths. And sunflowers make Eddie think of him.
Because of course Steveâs first gift of flowers came from Eddie.
âThanks man,â Eddie sounds the lightest, most genuine Steveâs heard him since he pulled up and got out of the car; âtheyâre already ordered.â
And Doug chuckles, and Steve?
Steve bites down his smile to less exploding-star levelsâif heâd just pulled up he doesnât have a reason, save that Eddie is enough of a reason in Steveâs eyes, his mind, the way his chest expands just thinking on himâas he pulls the car door closed again, loud enough to be noticed.
For Eddie to walk out of the garage fast as anything and meet Steve with a smile of his own that justifies the fuck out of where Steveâs had started, anyway.
All star-bright and everything.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#post s4#established relationship#corroded coffin#as in: the boys are here#and they DO NOT APPROVE OF STEVE#and think itâs absolutely essential to confront eddie about what the hell he thinks heâs doing with HARRINGTON of all people#and yeah okay: maybe steve OVERHEARS IT ALL#itâs 100% accidental though#eddieâs van is just in the shop! he needs a ride from band practice!#fluff#romance#anniversary#eddie munson: COME DEFEND YOUR MAN#true love#declarations#love confessions#steve harrington gets to feel all warm and gooey about his boyfriend okay? he deserves that#stranger things#steddielovemonth#prompt: âwe find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love#hitlikehammers v words#hitlikehammers writes
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2x8 | 3x5
#basically a love declaration before a love declaration#some things never change#polin#penelope x colin#colin x penelope#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#luke newton#nicola coughlan#love#bridgerton#2x8#3x5
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The difference between Season 1 and Season 3 of the Bad Batch
Season 1: Omega: Crosshair, can I have a hug? Crosshair: The audacity??? Of this Child??? Nothing would revolt me more than to show any kind of weakness to sate your neediness. Season 3: Omega: Crosshair, you're getting a hug. Crosshair: The charity??? Of my Sister??? Nothing would give me more joy than to be hugged by the Literal Angel that you are, though I am a lowly worm.
#the bad batch#tbb#tbb season 3#tbb spoilers#tbb finale#the bad batch season 3 spoilers#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch spoilers#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#soft crosshair#good brother crosshair#omega#crosshair#crosshair deserves a hug and he gets a hug#one of my favorite things about the series is the way he learned to love her more than anything#i have one critique about the finale but that is not it#how am i supposed to go on without them#how is life supposed to have meaning when I do not get to see war hardened men adore a little girl more than life itself#season 3 omega is the type to see that you need a hug and then you get a hug#she has declared it#ugh i just love them#and i love how crosshair just doesn't hide that he adores Omega#he tried for approximately one (1) episode and then he just gave in
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WOWIE! THIS WAS A GREAT IDEA, FRISK!
Extra:
Frisk: Next time you should take Sans!
Toriel: THERE WILL BE NO ââNEXT TIMEââ
Papyrus: WHATS THE PROBLEM, MS TORIEL?? ITS PERFECTLY SAFE, YOU CAN TRUST ME!!
Sans: next time we should totally go when its night out so we can see the stars.
lastly, a work in progress đđ
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#(in tears) PEOPLE FORGET THAT PAPYRUS CAN FLY AND THIS WOULD LIKE TOTALLY HAPPEN EHDHDHD#I love him so much#hes so perfect#hes so#hes the most#hes the worlds greatest#papyrus undertale#Frisk undertale#Papyrus and frisk#Papyrus and the human#undertale fanart#undertale#papyrus#the forgettable au can be applied here i declare. it has absolutely nothing to do with it but weâre gonns come out and sayhe used to be din#I neglect treating frisk like an actual character#i should do that more often#cause omfg this is so adorableâŠâŠ#this was mainly background practice though#constructive critism welcome
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"You know, I could pull up a million islands, but if you're not there to land on them..."
AUGHHHH WHAT DO YOU MEAN Maui has spent his entire life pulling up islands and doing heroic deeds for the love and adoration of humans only to NOW say that he only wants to do it for MOANA!!!!!
#moana#moana 2#gif#THIS LINE FUCKED ME UP SO BAD#LISTEN#if that isn't a love declaration i don't know what is#they both went in there thinking they might die and WHAT DO YOU MEAN he says this to her after looking meaningfully into her eyes#maui#hooked wayfinder
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Christian Linke, co-creator and showrunner of Arcane, stated that Sky represents the Hexcore, guiding Viktor toward achieving his desires: influence, power, and ultimately, the Glorious Evolution.
But I can't help but look at these pictures and wonder if there was some kind of disconnection between the script and the animation, bc she's nothing but supportive.
She looks like she's against baddie Viktor and she's worried about him bc he's crossing the line :/
She even tries to hold his hands, like 'are you okay?', and he pulls them away qwq
On top of that, she genuinely looks scared when he agrees to work with Ambessa??? Iâd understand if she were smiling or something, but sheâs not.
And the sadness in her eyes when Viktor says goodbye... her expression tilts with pain
Did I miss something? Where is she supposed to be manipulating him?!?!
#sky you are nothing but an intelligent gurl that fell in love with a pure soul guy but you were so used im so sorry#im willing to establish a conversation between amanda and christian about sky#as long as they explain me wheres this hexcore manipulative girl#i know amanda fought for sky bc it was her oc but linke is not heling with his declarations#helping*#okay i said it wth#viktor#sky young#skyvik#arcane#arcane viktor#arcane netflix#arcane sky#viktor arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane series
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