#and not in a romantic way

[sky-fire-forever]

I think Anders and Justice are a little bit in love, actually

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

This is a small little sneak peak to the second and last part to “looking at you, looking at me” now known as Revelations of a Highschool Prince it has a ways to go before the it’s completely finished but tomorrow is Wip Wednesday and I know I’ll be sharing a snippet from it anyway. And my excitement to share it is so strong that Im going to (: this can be read alone.

Revelations of a Highschool Prince

Summary; Steve realizes he would literally die for Robin if it came down to it.

Steve's mind is foggy as he lays on the ground staring up at the ceiling. Dressed up in the ugly sailor suit that did not do him Justice with the girls, he sits there giggling away with Robin. Somebody who he would have never thought about being friends with. At the same time he didn't find it all that shocking. Sitting here with her he was reminded of that night so long ago, laying in bed and rambling about nothing with Eddie Munson. A boy that has made a hidden mark on Steve. He doesn't believe that anyone can make another human being a better person, but when he thinks of the list of things that have taught him the base level of what a decent human being is Eddie Munson is on that list. Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and now even Robin Buckley have all made such a impact on his heart that he's not sure he could handle the thought of living without any of them. Here, stoned off his ass he makes a secret promise with himself. If they all walk out of this alive, he was going to talk to Eddie Munson.

Robin is sprawled out next to him giggling and moving around on the floor. He turns his head a bit and for a second he's not staring at Robin. The girl who he was tortured with. He was seeing Eddie, the night they smoked. He quickly blinks and it's Robin again. Staring back at him now with a concerned look on her face. Leaning on her side as she looks at him with so much emotion. Causing his insides to twist. That's how he makes his second promise of the night. If they made it out alive, no matter what happened he was going to maintain a relationship with this girl. Strangely enough, his desire for something more then a friendship was almost nonexistent. Though his want- No his need for the other to not leave him was strong and he was willing to do whatever it meant to keep this perfect person in his life. Even if that meant doing something he didn't want to do. He hasn't know Robin that long but he already knows that she has him in the base of her palm. The vulnerability of knowing that any moment she could close her fist and crush him to pieces was the scariest thing he's ever experienced. Scarier then being tortured by the Russians.

"Steve?" Robins voice is raspy as she speaks, emotion shifting from her face down to the tone of her voice. Slowly moving to her body expression as she puts all of her attention on Steve. Her voice was a soothing noise compared to the rambling thoughts inside of his head. It felt like it was moving inside of his skull, and pulling a piece of him out and seeing what no who he really is. The feeling of being finally being seen has no word to describe it. Here Steve sat, with his face beaten in and he wants to cry. Strangely not from the pain but from the sudden realization that someone was looking into his soul and not pushing him away. Instead pulling him closer and creating a powerful bond that any moment he could fuck up.

Steve stares dumbly at Robin, mouth open. He was in shock. So much was happening inside of him that his body was overwhelmed with feeling. Looking up at the ceiling again for just a split second he finds this moment as his excuse not to answer the other. Jumping up and sprinting to the bathroom. Moving much faster then the other as he flings a stall open and drops to his knees. Stomach moving in a uncomfortable way as he throws up into the toilet. Faintly hearing the same noise coming from the stall next to him. Once again it was a strange feeling. Not the throwing up part, that was always going to be a disgusting feeling. But the feeling of caring so much for someone that even when you are at your weakest, you still reach out and check on them before yourself. Like it would hurt him more at the thought of the other being harmed then the actual physical pain he was feeling. Once again it was all overwhelming and it only makes him throw up in the toilet more. Wiping the tears from his eyes and wiping his mouth with the back of his palm as he takes shaky breaths. Moving himself back and plopping himself on the floor and against the wall as he stares back up at the ceiling.

This was an eye opening moment for him, and he would never forget it. A memory that would stick with him for life, even when the concussions made him a bit forgetful. His breathing is shaky as he hears his name coming from the other stall. Coming from Robin, and she sounds broken.  Her voice cracks as she calls out for him, and it breaks his heart just a little bit as he try's to get up and go to her. But his body physically could not move. Hs grunts a little trying to get up to go to her, and this is how he discovers the next lesson the universe has decided to give him.

"I'm here Robbie," his voice doesn't sound like him. It sounds like a different version of himself that he's never known before. As his consciousness starts to come back to him, he could smell the toilet water next to him and hear the shallow breathing of Robin. Even though the other wasn’t next to him physically right now, the noise that only Robin could make brought him much comfort. He wasn’t the only one alone who needed this type of comfort. Physically being with each other wasn’t enough, they needed to hear each other.

“My tummy doesn’t feel good,” She whines gently. Sneakers squeaking on the floor as she moves to get adjusted. Trying to fit her scrawny limbs in the small stall that she laid. The germs and the toilets around her were a after thought as she only focuses on Steve.

“I know, it should pass soon,” Steve says softly. Another thing he was slowly learning, he didn’t know what was happening to either of them but he was willing to act like it to bring comfort for the other. Be the shield to the tough reality that surrounded them.

The faint noise of another whine echos over to him and he can’t help but smile gently. The other could do literally anything and it would make him feel more content with himself then what he has been for years. Eyes closed he lets himself drift off, but not to far away afraid to leave the other stranded in the deep end by herself. He sniffles a little as silence falls around them before the loud noise of Robin begins again. Pulling herself under the stall Steve watches closely. Laughing gently at the awkward way she moves. Moving himself out of the way to offer some room for her, moving himself closer to the toilet allowing her to be closer to the stall opening. The silliness of their high has died minutes ago, faded away most likely during the movie.

As their eyes meet, the reality of the situation hits him. And the numerous thing he discovered that night was one of the most earth shattering things he’s discovered about himself. He may not romantically love her, but he was more then willing to die for Robin. A realization that makes his stomach do flips as the panic of it all sets in before the acceptation follows it not soon after.

“Does- does that ceiling stain look like Jesus to you? Or is that just me?” Robin rambles out as she stares up at the stained ceiling with her mouth open a little bit. Soft giggles leaving her lips as Steve looks at her with a soft smile. Not bothering to look up at the ceiling.

“Oh for sure Rob,” he says gently, feeling more like himself like this then what he had been with Nancy or anyone else. Even with Dustin.

But yeah, he would totally die for this small ball of energy and he would do it numerous times if it meant she was happy.

[vibinsane]

if i speak...

satosugu. *SHOTS FIRED*

on my hands and knees begging ppl to recognize platonic content. sometimes 2 guys r just friends . i dont mean this in the 'stop making everything romantic way' i mean this in the 'stop calling 2 friends who bicker siblings and stop treating any remotely caring remotely older character like a parental figure' ohhhh my god . they are not siblings they r buddies . u are all underestimating the power of having a buddy

[aimasup]

Favouritism

Bill get a hold of yourself man

[am3ya]

the issue with shipping aro/ace characters isn't putting them into relationships, it's the fact that no one adds how their sexuality impacts the relationship at large. And how it'll always be different from your average romantic relationship in some way.

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[ciderjacks]

An old friend

[gldnstrngs]

has anyone else made this connection before bc im crying shitting throwing up banging my head against the wall like im actually not ok the direct parallels kill me i hate everything but i love them oh my god the first pic is arthur making fun of merlin and the second pic is arthur being worried oh my god the way their relationship has developed so much im so

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[bluespiritshonour]

I thought it fits Aang and Zuko.

[tokenducks]

Charles “We’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means” Rowland

[kawoid]

why choose only one vessel if you can use two

[pastabaguette]

calm and orderly discussion regarding the execution of the disciple

i like the idea of the grand highblood’s typing quirk being like sober gamzee’s in that he alternates between all capital and all lowercase between sentences.

i’ve been thinking about the ancestors a lot recently. if you couldn’t tell. by thinking i mean writing entire scripts in my head of hypothetical scenes they’d be in and how they’d talk to one another

(edit: i completely forgot to add the grand highblood’s face paint. it’s there now. i just now learned you can edit images in a post.)

[roguetelepaths]

"devotion that corrupts" this, "devotion that leads to ruin" that. no, fuck you. devotion that heals. devotion that motivates and edifies and gives those involved the will to keep fighting because now they finally have a reason to. devotion that is met with care and responsibility and warmth and acceptance. devotion that is returned a thousandfold. devotion that is projected outward to have a transformative impact on everyone in the vicinity. devotion that isn't perfect, but tries to do good.

[mamaclownhunter]

Ok I lied I have art that was too fun not to share

Listen- I need combative “I hate you bro but I would also die for you” platonic cumplane

I need Shang Quinghua calling Shen Quingqui a hussy and a harlot

I need Shen Quingqui to respond with a full bodied cathartic “bitch” I need them to be venting out frustrations every 2 seconds and ruthlessly gossiping the next. I need them to immediately turn on anyone that talks shit on the other.

Pls for my health.