#and then he started learning French and every day it was something he'd talk to my mother about talk about the stuff he was remembering

[psudopod]

Yeah it's fine. It's fine to consume media. It's not rare. It doesn't need a special post to explain to people they can watch TV or read a book. Many people have no hobbies. That's fine. But fine isn't great. "Do you have a hobby outside of consuming media?" is not a post about how to be just fine and common.

If you find yourself making a million and one exceptions to a general post maybe that post isn't for you? This is the "people should go for walks sometimes" post all over again. "I can't because my body can't!" Ok! Post isn't for you. "I can't because I live in a car-centric hell scape" Ok- Post is actually very for you. Structural problems are indeed not individual problems congrats on understanding what I said but that doesn't mean people suffering under structural problems should have their suffering normalized, like it's normal to not even have the choice to walk or have a self-expressive hobby. When my homies can't even play video games after work I'm not like "hey it's ok and fine to not have a choice over what you do with all your energy!" I'm pissed. They're pissed. I see a post about people not being able to pick their hobbies since they are busy recovering from work and I'm fuckin pissed at the system.

(I also think you're projecting a much not restrictive definition of a hobby that isn't just consuming media than I had in mind. Imo hobbies can include media consumption activities. After all that trying to define what is a hobby and what is consuming media in your first post, a lot of that is a hobby IMO. When I say "consuming whatever media is in front of you" that was specifically to exclude the media consumption creativity that I see as a hobby-that-isn't-just-consuming-media.

My neighbor, who's main pastime is on the surface "listening to music," but who's actual hobby is making a room with a huge sound system and a specifically placed chair to have the perfect acoustics to listen to a very specific range of singers. Or people who curate watch lists, or curate a media collection, write reviews, or contribute to fandom discussions. I meant that not as an insult to media consumers but as a way to specify the activity. An activity more akin to leaving the TV or radio on a channel. The point where it becomes hard to call it a hobby. A pastime? An activity? Decompressing? (I think you've got people in the notes saying writing fanfics isn't a hobby? Wack.))

"Name a hobby outside of MEDIA CONSUMPTION" is the worst kind of post. It's squarely in that ever-growing genre of post where the point on its face is ideologically meaningless and entirely reliant on an audience's biased negative reaction to a certain popular online buzzword (in this case, "consuming media"). Define "media". Define "consumption". Are reading books, watching movies, and playing video games all inherently inferior hobbies for dumb babies? What about going to an art gallery? What about going to see a play? What makes those "different", if you instinctually answer "Noooo that's not the same!"? Where does creating art, or "media", fall into this equation? Why does your insistence on feeling in some way intellectually and/or morally superior than the peons who use TikTok always fall back on the idea that the only worthwhile, "real" hobbies require a certain level of physical, mental, and/or social ability and reinforce the glorification of manual labor? Why will we never Fucking be free?

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Ooh! Please could you do Ethdubs with 10 or 20?

Etho moved around his kitchen, making his coffee with the old French press he hadn't touched since the day Doc had gifted it to him. He was tempted to turn his generator on just to power his coffee machine; but they were barely into late fall, the power outage caused by an accident involving a power line instead of the usual snowstorms that would cause two to three in a span of two months when winter hit. He didn't need to waste the gas when the power would be back on today and he only needed to fend off the cold with his own jacket and some coffee made with a French press and water heated on his gas stove.

He poured the small pot of boiling water into the French press, because void knows he doesn't actually have a kettle, and leaned back against the counter to let his coffee steep or whatever you were supposed to do with a French press.

It was the quietness of the moment that let him hear the soft scrap of wood, something that was usually so quiet it couldn't be heard over the usual bustle of his own movements let alone if he had something playing on the TV or his radio tuned to the news. He glanced at the board trim of his counter, a singular spot he had learned to find after many of visits from the second resident of the house. A little door, cut into the board trim, barely noticeable from the outside unless you knew where to look and even then it was pretty well blended into the grain of the wood. It was pushed open and his housemate, wrapped in his usual cloak covered in dried moss, dragged himself out.

The moment Bdubs saw him he was sent the fiercest glare he's ever gotten from him. Etho was really hoping he wasn't about to be blamed for the power outage. If Bdubs yelled at him about the cold he'd probably trudge right out to the generator and flip it on, and wouldn't that be annoying? Going the whole morning without flipping it on just to let a little guy bully him into it.

"Etho," Bdubs growled, crossing his arms the moment he was standing in the middle of the counter.

"Bdubs," Etho replied calmly, though after a moment he shifted his gaze and started glancing around the kitchen. Even at three (and a 3/8ths!) inches tall Bdubs had an intimidating glare.

"It's cold," Bdubs said shortly.

Etho hummed. "I thought you had the best insulated walls a borrower could ever have?" He questioned, directly quoting Bdubs from a few weeks ago.

"I do!" He was quick to defend. Offense to defense in an instance. "I- I just-! Why on Earth is it so freaking cold? You usually flip the generator on within the hour!"

It was still weird, but something he was getting intimately used to, hearing Bdubs talk about his usual habits. To Etho, they had only known each other a few months, having caught Bdubs when he was attempting to borrower while too sick to stand. Bdubs, however, had been in the home for about as long as Etho himself had. Years to memorize his schedule and habits and favorite foods. Bdubs knew him with an intimacy that very few people even got close to. He was slowly doing the same with Bdubs, learning each little thing about his housemate, to be able to pick up where and when he'd be and what he'd do and say. Getting to know every bit of him that he could.

"The power should be back on soon. It's not that cold, Dubs, you can wait it out."

"Maybe for you!" Bdubs shouted back, "Big oaf! You're big enough to heat up a whole room yourself."

Etho chuckled, "I'm really not."

There was a half second of silence, not anything anyone else would notice but Etho had gotten used to Bdubs' quick tongue that any moment of hesitation to think meant he was about to say something really interesting. "Well prove it then! If you're soo cold too, then I bet you couldn't warm me up."

His eyes immediately shot back down to the borrower. Bdubs was still arm crossed, still looking determined as ever to get what he wanted. Etho thought he had just wanted the generator back on, for the heater to start warming up his tunnels in the walls again. Seems he had something else in mind now.

Etho couldn't help the growing smirk, "Oh? Is that what this is about? Want me to warm you up?"

"N-No!" Bdubs replied, "Don't think I want this! I just think you're holding out on me. You could easily control the heat in the house and you're purposely making it cold to spite me! Now, I would be inclined to believe it's "not that cold" to you, cause the whole being a giant thing, but you insist you're freaking cold too. So, I know you're just being mean to be mean. How about that?"

Etho rolled his eyes. "Right. I see. Okay, I'll "prove" to you that I'm "cold"," he said, making the quotations with his fingers.

Bdubs either didn't notice or didn't care. "You better!"

Etho hesitated a moment, definitely still not used to picking up Bdubs, before setting his hand down on the counter. Bdubs had less of a moment of hesitation before climbing right on.

Bdubs blinked down at Etho's palm his own palms pushing into the skin (along with his knees), "What the heck? Why are your hands actually just as cold as mine?"

Etho slowly lifted Bdubs up, his other hand cupping around the back so there was one less side for Bdubs to tumble off of. "Told you."

Bdubs shot him a glare as he stood up. He looked around for a second before spying the sleeve opening of Etho's jacket. "Ah-ha!"

Etho had no clue what he was doing until Bdubs had shoved his entire hand down his sleeve. The little limb was cold against the warmed skin within his jacket.

"Just as I thought! You are holding out on me, your jacket is better than my moss- better at keeping in heat that is. My moss is the best in every other way, of course."

Etho sighed heavily. Bdubs was gunning to try and get into the jacket and that meant one of two actions. Either sticking Bdubs in one of the pockets until he complains about the amount of swaying and Etho takes him out for him to complain again OR Etho sits down somewhere and lets Bdubs curl up wherever he wants and Etho gets nothing else done until the power comes back on.

Then, Etho remembered another option.

He set Bdubs back down on the counter, ignoring his complaining, and flipped his jacket open. He has an inside breast pocket, one that he did not often use.

He dug his fingers in, making sure it was empty, and pulled out a packet of travel tissues and set it aside. With nothing else inside the pocket he scooped Bdubs back up. He gave the borrower a moment to realize what was happening, and when no actual complaints came out his mouth, he slipped Bdubs into the breast pocket and let his jacket sit against his chest again.

For just a moment the weight of Bdubs was heavy in his pocket. Especially as he readjusted and got comfortable, but soon it was as unnoticeable as the packet of tissues had been.

"You good, Bdubs?"

Instead of the usual shouting, Bdubs voice came out quietly, something so soft in the words, "Your heartbeat is so loud..."

"Wh- What was that?" Etho asked.

There was some sputtering and then, "Nothing! Just that I was right! This is much warmer. I am a genius."

Etho let the blush creep away from his face, chuckling softly, "Yeah. You're a real genius."

[mara-and-its-the-same]

hello there! I would love to read any of your thoughts/fics about Cal and/or Danny!

OR?! I could never pick between them, but for the sake of introductions let's start with thoughts because the fics are coming don't you worry. They just need a little fine tuning

Teeny thoughts/HCs for both below the cut (it's yap central up in here)🥰

Cal

I'm so obsessed with the way he talks, like absolutely entranced by his cadence and I love every scene of him telling some story. and I know that he'd know that, maybe not right away but eventually he'd recognize the look you give him around the bonfire while he's talking to the group is the same one you give him late in the evening close to the final page of your date nights. OH MY GOD!

when you find out he speaks french! i'm woozy just thinking about it, (i don't even care that i can't understand quebecois for the life of me) you'd ask him to say something to you just so you could hear the sound of it. even if he's gotten a little rusty since he hasn't has anyone to speak it with, and even if all he can recite are the few stories he remembers from his childhood, or motorcycle parts he's learned from the translations on the back of manuals. like a late night and you cant sleep and you just want the sound of his voice to relax to...he might not totally understand the attraction, but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and if you're into it who is he to deny you such a simple wish?

and I don't think he'd be the type to be one of those "my old ball and chain" guys, like he's undoubtedly in love with you and in love with being around you as often as possible. so if you're home while he's working in the garage he's setting up a lawn chair for you to relax in, just to keep him company, if the weather's nice he's putting it out in the sun for you and if it's a little too hot he sets you up in the shade with a little cooler with whatever the two of you are into that week. and he's certainly not letting you lift a finger. not because he thinks you'll break something (which like you might, but who am i to judge) but because he doesn't want you getting grease all over your outfit or roughing up those soft, pretty hands of yours. he just wants your company

Danny

for right now in this moment, i'm all over the idea of being his "girl back home" like he's out in chicago with all these bikers getting into god knows what kind of trouble, while you're safe at home just thinking about him every hour of every day. of course he calls whenever he gets the chance, but it's never a sure thing with the amount of time he spends out on the longer runs. and long distance calls are expensive, but every time he does it's so precious. the few times you hear some new midwestern phrase or pronunciation slip in and get a few extra seconds on the call just to poke a little more fun at him.

the guys get ahold of his wallet one day and can't believe he's kept you a secret this long. 3 different pictures of you sit in the accordion folded holder between the fold of his wallet and he thanks god for the feeling he got that morning he should change the ones he had in before (much more,,,invigorating if you will), for these three that he brought with him too, just to be sure he can see all your different expressions every time he reaches into his back pocket.

AND WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT!! at first he's not so sure it's the best idea, worrying you won't like the guys or something might happen once you're there, but all that is secondary the moment he thinks about how long it's been since he's last seen you, and before he knows it he's calling you back and taking you up on that offer to get a week off of work and coming to see him. Once you're there he's not leaving your side for a minute, firstly because he feels the need to let everyone else know you're his (and that you are real, as much as Zipco and Wahoo tried to get him to admit to the pictures in his wallet being magazine clippings because what's a girl like you doing with a pinko "college-boy" like him) and second because he's missed you so much for so long and he doesn't know the next time you'll be back so he's getting every second he can with you

and oh goodness are you impressed with this new look he's adopted. so different from what he used to wear to class or out walking around the city together, but still it fits him so well. your knees almost give out the 3rd day of your visit when he comes out from his bedroom in a black tank top and his denim vest...and maybe you do feign heat exhaustion just so he'll take you home early on the back of the bike he's spent so many phone calls telling you about...just because the heat was a more internal kind doesn't mean it's any less real. or maybe the exhaustion was just that you were getting tired of seeing him look that hot without doing anything about it. either way he hasn't seen you pull him up his apartment stairs that fast since you first started dating

and not maybe, but certainly, your trip goes from one week to two to a month until the tragic reality of responsibility sinks in and you realize you really are running out of clothes...

[our-flag-means-love]

by popular demand (aka the 63 people who voted "yes" in my poll (six months ago oops) for whether or not i should do this)

here's why ofmd is a romcom, beat by beat

so for the purposes of this analysis, the ten stages outlined in this article are what i'm using for reference.

(and for the sake of everyone's dashes, i've added a cut because This Got Long. like, genuinely, 1.6k and 24 images. you've been warned.)

1. Unfulfilled Desire: something important is missing from the love interests' lives.

before the love interests meet, both of their lives are lacking in some way, often in a way they hardly realize. and this unfulfilled desire doesn't have to be romantic love in and of itself, and quite often it's not. and the things missing from ed and stede's lives are not romantic love. not at first.

what stede's missing is skill and structure. to put it bluntly, he has no idea what the fuck he's doing as a pirate, and without the guidance of someone more experienced, he'd likely get himself and his whole crew killed soon.

meanwhile, what ed's missing is interest. he's just about as bored with his life as anyone can be. every day is the same, and he needs something new—a new environment, a new challenge—to bring the spark back into his life.

2. Meet-Cute: the love interests meet, and at first, their personalities clash.

now, granted... in most meet-cutes, one of the protagonists isn't like three-quarters dead and nearly unconscious. but, as we know, ofmd is not like most shows.

but when we fast forward a bit to their real proper first meeting, we can quickly start to see how their personalities differ. in many meet-cutes, the love interests start off on bad terms, but in ofmd it's more of a contrast than a real clash, as stede and ed take a liking to each other right away.

in their very first conversation, stede is self-conscious and fretting, while ed is relaxed as can be. and as they talk, ed is in awe of stede's eccentricities, and stede is in awe of ed's powerful reputation.

and nothing exemplifies their contrast better than what they spend the rest of the episode doing—literally switching clothes and switching roles, getting a taste of what it would be like to be each other.

3. Happy Together: the love interests spend time together and grow to enjoy each other's company.

the classic honeymoon phase—not necessarily denoting romance yet, just a bond that continues to grow stronger the more time they spend together.

one of their first, biggest bonding events, just a few days after they met, is of course the fancy french party. while the night ends in disaster, the two end up much closer after the experiences they shared.

however, i think by far the best example of this stage is the montage at the beginning of episode 6, narrated by none other than my favorite (derogatory) terrible little rat man, izzy hands, who will become relevant soon. in romcoms, this stage is often shown through montages, so it only makes sense that that would be a great demonstration of it here as well.

4. Obstacles Arise: the love interests' original lives and obligations catch back up with them.

it's no longer possible to avoid the hard truths their happiness let them ignore. while both ed and stede go through this, i think stede goes through it differently and at different, non-linear times, so i'll talk about him first.

the pre-edward life that stede has been forcing to the back of his mind is, quite obviously, his wife and children back on land. and he's done a very effective job of ignoring it while he's been around ed.

he was fretting about it before—like in episode 2 with nigel's guilt ghost—but it doesn't seem to fully hit him again until he learns in episode 9 that he'd been declared dead. (in my opinion, the dreams/flashbacks in episode 4 feel less about stede's guilt, specifically, than these other instances do. but even if they are, that's still before he properly met ed.) so he does go through this stage, but it happens in slightly different ways and at different times.

ed, on the other hand, has a very specific and concrete obligation that catches up with him: a promise he made two weeks ago.

this is where izzy comes in. just as mary is the personified symbol of stede's old life, izzy is the equivalent for ed. whether ed initially intended to follow through on the plan or only said it to placate izzy is up for debate (and my personal take is that it's somewhere in between, but that's a story for another time), but izzy is going to hold him to it regardless.

and when ed can't bring himself to do it, because of both his growing feelings for stede and his trauma around killing people himself, izzy is determined to carry out the act for him.

5. The Journey: the love interests face and overcome the obstacles together.

what better way to overcome adversity than by getting thumbtacked to a mast by the same Very Angy Little Guy who's the source of the adversity in the first place? with izzy banished, the biggest obstacle to ed and stede's love is out of the way (for now).

stede still hasn't overcome his big obstacle, of course, but as i said, that happens very non-linearly with regard to the romcom structure.

the two also overcome other minor obstacles, like their bickering during the treasure hunt adventure. the key is that they face what's in their path and settle into a new normal with each other.

6. New Obstacles: despite solutions seeming effective, more hardships arise.

the next big issue thrown into ed and stede's relationship has a name, and its name is calico jack rackham, my favorite (affectionate) dumpster fire of a man. which makes sense—after all, his sole purpose in meeting up with them was to separate them before the english navy arrived. and he does a damn effective job of it.

and even once he's gone, they're still faced with chauncey badminton, stede's near-execution, and his and ed's eventual surrender to the english. they may have escaped chauncey's wrath (for now), but they bought it at the cost of their freedom.

and on top of all of that, now they finally confess their feelings for each other and make plans to run away together, and the choice—really, stede's choice—of whether or not to go through with running off to china looms in the distance. speaking of which…

7. The Choice: the love interests have to decide if the relationship can work.

a turning point is reached, and a decision has to be made. can they go through with it? are they really the best thing for each other?

the choice stede makes here is helped along in no small part by chauncey badminton, whose encounter just solidifies the beliefs stede already held—that he abandoned his family, and that ed is better off without him.

so stede makes the choice to run.

he goes home to his family, and ed is left to return to the ship alone.

8. Crisis: the love interests—now apart—ruminate and face the consequences of their choice.

the winter of their discontent. stede has made his choice, they've separated, and they're both worse off for it.

ed is depressed, retreating to his blanket fort and writing sad songs while eating marmalade.

and meanwhile, stede is back with mary and the kids, but learns that they'd all moved on and were much happier without him around. so he's left trying to force himself back into a space where he no longer fits, and all the while he misses ed more than anything.

and of course, ed takes it one step further by going full emo kraken mode. he's so distraught about stede leaving that he too forces himself back into the shell of what people expect of him—of what he was supposed to be before he even met stede—despite not fitting there anymore.

it's obvious that without each other, they're both in pretty rough shape.

9. Epiphany: one or both of the love interests conclude that they belong together and rush to reunite.

think of this stage as the person running through the airport to reach their love interest before the flight leaves.

in ofmd, it's clear who has the epiphany, because we watch it happen in real time. stede sits down with mary and asks her how it feels to be in love, and while she describes it, all he can think of is his time with ed. he finally realizes that what he's been feeling all along is love.

once he knows this, he knows he has to leave his family again, so he can reunite with ed. he and mary stage their fuckery, and stede rows off in a dinghy bound for wherever ed is, because he knows that as long as he's with ed, he'll be happy and everything will be okay.

10. Resolution: the love interests are reunited. desires are fulfilled, and all is well.

sooo… stay tuned for october 5th, i suppose?

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 40, It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us

"Neeks, you awake?"

"What time is it?" The Hades child mumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.

"11:24."

"How the fuck am I still tired?"

"Because you still need to catch up on sleep and you're off drugs medical and others after a while so you're still adjusting."

"I'll be honest I didn't process half of that." Will rolled his eyes teasingly, walking over to mess up his hair more than it already was. Will started to look through some files he'd brought in with himself as Nico started to get ready,

"Can I braid your hair?"

"You know how to braid?"

"Not very well, but Kayla made me learn a few years ago before she had to let Aussi cut her hair on a dare."

"I can imagine how well that went, but sure." Will sat next to him, brushing out and parting his hair before starting to do a french braid. "Do you have the second volume of Heartstopper?" Will laughed, quickly kissing Nico on the cheek.

"I can't believe I thought you were straight but yes, I have all the books."

"I can't believe I thought you were straight."

"Think you were the only one Neeks."

"Oh shut up Solace."

"Don't think I will di Angelo."

"Gods save me."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing." He answered almost instantly,

"Not an option."

"I'm not hungry." He promptly ignored him and pulled out three ceral bars from his pocket,

"Pick one."

"Leave me alone."

"Do you feel sick?"

"I- I- just... can't, drop it William."

"I'll leave them here, just eat when you can, alright?" He said, half hugging him.

"Fine."

"Nico, have you considered talking to someone? Maybe keeping a journal as well?"

"Only if you'll also get help." He couldn't think of something he wanted to do less but Will needed help, desperately.

"It's not your job to worry about me."

"Will, I'm your boyfriend, it really is."

"Are you comfortable with the idea of talking to someone?" He was fine, he knew he was worthless what's the point of lying to himself.

"N-no." Fuck, this wasn't going the way he hoped.

"Nico, you don't need to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, that won't help. Also... I'm sorry about last night.. I- it's- yeah I'm just sorry."

"Will, no one's perfect, you need help, please, just try to."

"Neeks, I'm fine, really. I was just shocked last night and yeah, there have been a lot of people in the infirmary because of the war normally it's just less hectic." Lying through his teeth, he hated himself for it but that's fine, just another thing to add to the endless list. He wasn't Nico's responsibility, he doesn't need anything else on his mind.

"Just, take a break every now and then, I swear you're always working."

"Actually Kayla's ban me from working for the rest of the week soooooo."

"Good, you need it. Wait does that mean I don't get to see you for a week?"

"Nope, you can't get rid of me that easily. Apparently I'm too much of a simp for that, but I have a feeling she's timing it to make sure I don't spend the whole day here."

"I can see that happening, but you need a break so she is completely right."

"I really hate you sometimes di Anglo."

"I know." He whispers, blowing the son of Apollo a kiss.

"Solace, times up!"

"Better go Sunshine, also... I'll try journaling, I don't know if it'll help but I'll try."

"I'm proud of you Neeks," He ruffled his hair before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he kissed him back, wrapping his hands around his neck."I'll see you soon."

***

[alexjcrowley]

Braddavid/Cookiecash headcanons (I did not invent cookiecash, I took it froma a Tumblr user who took it from a fic on ao3)

-Brad's love languages are acts of service, quality time and gift giving: any kind of gesture that he can later justify saying he did it for his own benefit or amusement. Acts of service? Oh, no, I manipulated you by doing a good thing for you and now you owe me (never going to ask that favour back). Quality time? I enjoy watching you being pathetic, it amuses me. Gift giving? A bit trickier, but "there was a discount at Starbucks if I ordered two drinks/I found this at the flea market/a book, so maybe you'll spend your time reading instead of annoying me/you cannot show up to a meeting with Montreal with that tie, consider this a necessary purchase for the company".

-David's love languages are all of them, but trying a bit too hard. The kind of things that would make anyone go "that's pathetic", except, if you loose the fake coolness for a moment, they're actually very sweet. Lots of compliments. Gifts with a 50/50 rate of success (the successful ones are usually Ducktales themed). Afternoon spent renting a small paddleboat in the park lake (David falls into the water). PDA but someone burst in the office and suddenly it's a very embarassing situation. Cooking dinner but he ends up burning it and they have to resort to take out. David's love language is trying and Brad should find this utterly pathetic and weak, and instead he finds the effort all the more endearing, especially because David never gives up. What has this man done to him.

-Basically every morning, before they start living together, David woke up early to get Brad a mochaccino. Every. Single. Day. Brad had to tell him to stop (because of his ED, he feared gaining weight). David still made a point of bringing Brad coffee every morning. Brad justified to himself accepting David's kindness as taking advantage of a fool. He had the upper hand because David was gifting him coffee, surely no ripercussions, especially emotional ones, would come out that situation. Brad was winning and he had everything under control.

-David is surprisingly self-reliant. Here went Brad thinking he'd have to beat his partner with a stick to let him have some alone time, but David is way less clingy than one could imagine. He has a lot of hobbies (many stereotypical suburban dad hobbies, but still): cycling, barbecue, music (he is still trying to learn to play the guitar), meditation ("It really helps, Brad, you should try it!"), cooking (with...various results), Turkish soap operas ("My wife" "Ex-wife" "used to watch them, so to bring a spark to the relationship I started watching them with her, you know, to spend more time together, and now we're divorced but I am still hooked") and more. If you leave him alone, David will find something to do. David says it has to do with his childhood, only child and all that, he's used to lonely afternoons, he learned how to fill them. The rapidity he takes up hobbies with is frankly impressive. Brad hates to admit it, but sometimes he finds himself to envy how many pasttimes David gets up to. It's incredible for such a lively person full of interests to pass so often as a boring one. Brad will (secretly gladly) hear about David talking about his million hobbies.

-David learns Brad's birthday and never forgets it. He makes a big deal out of it the forst time, organising a surprise birthday party, just like he did when Zack told him it was Brad's birthday. Brad is not at all pleased by the situation, until he remembers birthday parties mean gifts, to him. That's the only reason he's willing to forgive David for making all that fuss.

-It becomes second nature for Brad to buy David's favourite cookies everytime he sees them. At some point they have 5 unopened boxes in the kitchen. Brad is appalled by his own stupidity while David beams with love.

-David speaks a decent (canadian) french, Brad speak a France french and costantly makes fun of David's accent. But they use their knowledge of french to talk shit about people in MQ without them understanding, especially Poppy and Ian.

-They almost stop speaking to eachothers, even before they get together, due to Brad's ED, because it's not something Brad wants to confront, but David can't repress his worry. Brad starts making small steps and David makes sure to be a comforting presence along the way, without being a smothering one. He makes sure Brad eats something everyday, often by having lunch/dinner with him.

-David is a child when it comes to alchohol. Literal child. He pretends to enjoy whisky, because that's what men his age do, but he doesn't. He is a simple red wine/white wine/beer man (that's the only distinction he does, he wouldn't know a pinot grigio from a cabernet), and he doesn't even handle it that well. Brad is an absolute snob when it comes to liquors and his knowledge in alchohol ties directly with the social value it brings in a conversation with rich people. David is an affectionate drunk, which Brad hates in public because how is he supposed to keep his cool when David hugs him and declares his love for him in front of anybody who cares to listen?

-The day David started asking people's opinion on shaving his moustache was the day Brad had to reluctantly and embarrassingly admit he liked David's moustache too much to risk see it gone. David kept the moustache and never let Brad live that down. The endless teasing made Brad reconsider the tragedy of a clean-shaven David, but it was already too late.

-David's obnoxious with petnames, really, Brad can't understand the unironical appeal in being called "baby", "honey", "dear". Well, actually dear is not the worst. The worst was Brad-bear, and, as a matter of a fact, it had never been repeated after it fatally escaped David's mouth and Brad looked at him like he was trying to kill him with mind-powers. It really is a testament to how sloppy Brad has become since he's with David, because it takes him a while to understand that David is trying to be smart, to be subtle, and failing miserably. He is attempting some sort of influence. So one day, after taking the mochaccino David bought for him, Brad goes "Thank you, darling" and David can't help but smile, blabbering something like "I-It's nothing, really". It's the little things, Brad thinks drinking his mochaccino.

-Brad starts using polish petnames for David. Even when David has no idea what they mean, he is incredibly happy to hear them. Only half of them are sort of insults.

-David has secretly started to learn polish, even though it doesn't come so easy to him. He practices it in secret in Sue's office.

-Brad has gifted David a wolf plushie. David loves it.

-David has made Brad several Spotify playlist which Brad refuses to listen to (or so he told David).

-Despite great insistence, David did not manage to get Brad to do a couple costume with him on Halloween. David still showed up with half of the couple costume. Brad tried to convince other people he wasn't David's date, to spare himself the embarrassment. And it was also working with people who didn't know him and David directly if he didn't have a ring on his finger and the words "my husband, David" didn't roll on his tongue so naturally.

-David refuses to admit he found Brad very hot in Everlight when he was fighting with the sword because he is aware, the moment that slips out, Brad will find a way to use a sword again, possibly in public, explicitly to tease him. And David is a man who knows his limits, and knows he couldn't handle it.

-David is somewhat unaware of how much Brad has softened with him, because Brad is still very sharp and sarcastic around him. David doesn't think Brad is cold towards him, but still, he thinks, 80% of the time and always in public, Brad is still pretty much Brad, he just insults him a little less. From an external point of view, anyobody who has ever met Brad can tell he is another person when it comes to David, 200% kinder than usual. When Brad "insults" David is more of a playful jab about his fashion sense or being a pushover, when Brad insults anyone else is a call from Carol in HR for Brad and, for the unlucky soul, new material for the next 5 session with their therapist.

-Contrary to popular belief (at least about Brad), David and Brad are not a very "glamorous" couple. When they first got together, people at MQ thought that David was the boring one and Brad was going to bring excitement and dare into his life. There were a lot of jokes on David not being able to keep up with Brad's lifestyle. Truth is, apart from work related events, Brad doesn't like to go out and mingle too much, unless he has a specific purpose. Outside MQ, they are the most ordinary boring middle-aged queer couple you could ever meet. At least that's the image they project in David's neighbourhood (which is not a cool, fashion neighbourhood like the one in which Brad lives). The neighbours see them at the rare neighbourhood events they attend, and David is your classic "let me work the barbecue, I have expert knowledge in grilling" suburban-dad-looking guy, while Brad only speaks about stocks and cryptocurrency.

-Brad is master at chess (he used to play professionally when he was very young) and every game of cards (he counts them), David sucks at both. Brad refuses to teach him because he likes to win (and he doesn't want to lose charming points revealing his tricks).

-Brad doesn't see the similarities between he and Huey's voice actor in the new Ducktales. He is offended when David says even he could hardly tell them apart.

-Brad tried to imitate Scrooge McDuck's voice, but he sucked at the impression. He can do a generic Scottish accent, though.

-They tried to use David and Brad in a spot about MQ being an inclusive workplace and Brad threatened to make 0 the price for any weapons again.

-Brad doesn't believe in PDA but he does believe in being the last ones to leave the office after a bit of fun in their shared room.

-People costantly assume Brad is way younger than he actually is and sometimes they give David weird looks because of it or they make illed jokes about it. David is mortified, but Brad loves it, "It's not my fault I age better than you".

-One day David asked Brad to see his number one. "What do you mean?" "You know, like Scrooge McDuck? You're such a big fan, I thought you had a number one of your o-" "Don't be ridiculous, David, I am a forty-two-year old man, do you actually think I keep an old coin in a velvet box in the name of citationism?" He does. He does, but he doesn't show it to David until he proposes. Because he proposed with the coin. He slid the velvety box on a table saying that it was his most priced possession and the fact that he was showing David meant David was the person he trusted the most in the entire world. Then Brad proceded to tell him that for him that was the greatest love gesture he could think about (after all, everyone knows that stealing Scrooge McDuck's number one would have brought to his end, Brad is metaphorically trusting David with his life)."I think...I don't say this lightly, and I will say it only once, but I think...you are to me the only person as important as my number one. This is serious, very serious for me, you understand?" David did, and was speechless. He felt almost embarrassed about the ring he bought, but Brad loved it nonethless.

-One could say that the moment he started dating Brad, David stopped with the freudian slip of calling "his wife" his ex-wife, but the truth is, since he started dating Brad, he just stopped mentioning his ex-wife that much.

-David's ex wife and Brad met. Brad's takeaway from that encounter, after David asked him what he thought of it, was "Good. I am better than her, so I have nothing to worry about".

-For the longest time, they don't meet eachothers parents. They justify it saying they're not teenagers anymore, they don't need the family approval, but people at MQ start to point out it's weird they have been together for such a long time and they haven't met eachothers' family. The thing is both David and Brad have a terrible relationship with their families. David's parents wouldn't even care and Brad's parents would only be disappointed by his choice in a partner (whatever partner really: they would either be a looser or much better than Brad and that's why they will eventually leave him). They talk about it, way before they actually end up meeting eachothers' family (in both cases, unwillingly). "At least your brother likes me, I think. He seemed nice with me. Or because you don't like your brother it's actually a bad thi-" "My brother hates you, David. He thinks you're weak and pathetic." "...there goes my hope-" "It makes me like you more." "Oh. So, I guess, every thorn has its rose." "That's not a saying, David."

-The way they meet David's parents is objectively funny, if you aren't the people directly involved. David's parents are arguing again, something about a beach house his mother obtained with David rights on Christmas (yes, the agreement wasn't "I take the beach house, you can have Christmas with David" but "since I get Christmas with David, I am entitled to the beach house, as compensation". Carol reminded David one more time she wasn't his therapist, but even she admitted that was pretty shitty). Because David doesn't spend Christmas with his parents anymore, the beach house is open for dibs, again. Mr Brittlesbee and ex-Mrs. Brittlesbee rang David's door at 8 in the morning on Saturday, just to find a black haired guy in a Ducktale t-shirt opening the door. They apologised for coming to the wrong house (and bickered accusing one another not to know where their son lived).

"David" shouted Brad.

"Mhyeah?" answered David, still in bed.

"How do your parents look like?"

"Why- why are you asking me that?" replied David, suddenly way more awake.

"I think I just met them, but now they're ringing at every door in the neighbourhood."

It was a morning not easily forgettable. The Senior Brittlesbees took a while to grasp the concept of bisexuality, while Brad had understably given up making a good impression, but still managed not to escalate the situation by being silent and bringing the Brittlesbees cups of fresh-made coffee. He was called Ted several times, despite numerous corrections both on his and David's part. The ex-Mrs Brittlesbee made a point of saying (to David alone, at least) she preferred Lindsay.

"And I prefer Brad. And since it is my life-"

"I know what is going through a divorce, David, look, your father is still sucking the light out of me! I too tried something different to shake things up, I moved to Florida for a year and it was a disaster! Don't let divorce ruin the rest of your life, Ted seems like a decent man, so it'd be better to call it quit before you make another mistake-"

"Okay, goodbye, Mom."

-Metting with Brad's parents didn't really go any better. To be fair, the meeting was set as a surprise by Zack in order to humiliate Brad, just for the fun of it. He had already understood there was something going on between Brad and David, but when he heard they were officially a couple he didn't waste time to use the information to his advantage. It didn't go well, but at least Brad and David could officially say that was out of the way. Brad's parents lamented Brad choosing someone almost "softer" than he already was. Brad felt prouder than ever for his choice.

-Brad and David fought over Jo being the best woman at their wedding. And they didn't only fight between themselves, they tried to bring Jo on their respective side with any means. When it comes to persuasion though, it's Brad's favourite field and he ended up taking Jo. They were on the verge to call out wedding because David couldn't find a best man or woman (Ian tried to propose himself for the role, but David politely ignored him for 2 months making up excuses). In the end, Sue was David's best woman.

-David cried at their wedding. In several points of the wedding. Some people asked if he was being forced to marry. He was just very happy and emotional.

[iheartchv]

Hi, I was wondering If I could get a cod matchup?

Im Ecuadorian-American. I’m an INFP, and I speak English, Spanish, and French. I’m also starting to learn Mandarin Chinese.

I’m 5’8, with dark brown hair that almost looks black, and brown eyes.

I have a HUGE extended family, but they don’t live in the US. Im from New York.

Personality-wise, I’m very shy and quiet, being selective of who I make my friends. Once I do though, I become very close to them. I’ve been described as a hidden treasure, like a pearl one might even say.

I am a bit of a nerd, (I even wear glasses, but they’re not too strong), I love playing COD (if you couldn’t already tell,) and Magic: The Gathering. I also like to draw, but have a mini panic attack when I see the prices of sketchbooks and charcoal pencils.

My music taste can only be described with “emotional whiplash,” because I love songs that sound very happy but have super dark lyrics. Aside from that, I love pop, Latin and Afro pop, EDM and RNB 

My love language is mostly gifts and quality time. If I’m really close to someone, it’s physical touch. In public, I���ll do something discretely, like holding somebody by their pinky. If it’s hidden, like under a table. I’ll be a little more daring, like putting my hand on their thigh.

Hope you have a good day! Take care of yourself, and sorry if this is a lot to take in!

//i tried to finish this before going to work; wifi at work sucks big time >3>

🤔 I'll match you with...

König 👑

I think you'd be paired with König

Scenario time:

Let's say you're in the military (your choice of what field/what you specialize in)

König and some of his Kortac comrades came by to talk with Captain Price

Kortac was thinking of borrowing some of TF 141 for a mission

König walked around the base, looking for those he saw fit; you were one of those soldiers/specialists

That's when he met you

And when his eyes met yours, for some reason, he felt something wash over him.. it was strange

🤍

At first it might seem like nothing is happening between you two, what with you both keeping to yourselves

Until he sees you with a sketchbook and a pencil

He sees it move across the page, his interest piqued

I headcanon that König is a creative person

I mean, look at his gear

It isn't military grade but it does and serves its purpose

So he'll come up to you, trying to gather what he needs to push himself to get to talk to you

"What are you doing?"

Despite him being a big man, you didn't hear him behind you

You jumped, your heart pounding from surprise

"Oh, did I frighten you?" He playfully said, although he was masking that he wanted to apologize for scaring you

"N-no..."

Silence for a second

"Just... practicing some shadows and shading..."

There is a landscape on the page

He's amazed at the skill you have though he's trying to be subtle about his interest in you

"That is... very good"

🤍

You two would make a cute couple

During briefings or meetings, I can see you touching him under the table

And König would try not to be flustered

Under his mask you'd know he was blushing

Your eyes sparkle with mischief

His eyes would look at you, tell you that you would be getting it when the meeting or briefing is over

One of König's love languages is gift giving

If he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll get it for you

Or he will make something for you

Quality time is another one of his love languages

Being alone with you is all he'd ever want

It don't matter if he watches you draw or play a game, you both do something together or not, he'll just enjoy being around you

Hugs and cuddles from this giant teddy bear 🧸

Forehead kisses, on top of your head, open mouthed kisses everywhere

He'd sigh

"I adore you, liebling"

His hands would run through your hair, trace over your facial features as if he was memorizing you, burning every single detail into his memory

Who would've thought there would've been someone so gentle underneath his tough exterior?

❤

[the1975attheirverybest]

Concept:

Matty finds out reader can speak another language (let’s say French in this case) one day when they start a conversation with someone

-��

omg yes he would be floored. like a jaw drop moment. Maybe he's too stunned to interrupt and comment on it in the moment, so she can kind of feel him darting his eyes back and forth between her and the person she's talking to. mentally, he's just like "what is happening right now???? am i walking up in one of those alternate realities where everyone speaks a language that I don't know." as soon as they get a moment alone he'd be like "ummmm...what the fuck was that???" obviously she knows what he's talking about, so she giggles a bit, but mostly acts clueless "what was what? what're you talking about?" he would smile so wide and throw his arm around her and pull her into him, "don't fuck with me right now. since when do you speak french? why don't I know about it?" he kisses her cheek. she's all like "ooohhh that? yeah thats nothing, learned it a long time ago and I guess it's still in my brain." he would find it sooo sexy and keep asking her to say stuff in french. he'd kiss her lips every time and then be like "okay, do more do more its really hot." the first few times he asks her what it means, she gives him something romantic and clever and its such a turn on. but the more they keep doing it the more she runs out of ideas, so eventually when he asks her what it means she's just like "oh I was trying to remember the grocery list. what? I don't know any more french poetry! its not like you can tell anyway!"

[chronicowboy]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

we don't need to play games like these (you won me long ago)

"Same time next week?" Eddie asks with a little, breathless laugh in his voice.

And this was supposed to be a one-time thing in their fantasyland, but of course Eddie can't leave it at that. The most monogamous, all-in man Buck has ever met could never stop at a one-night stand, but he also thinks that it might have something to do with the hushed conversation where Eddie had told him that he'd wished he could have made Buck 1.0 feel loved enough that he didn't have to fall to his knees for strangers in the bathroom.

"Yeah, baby," Buck murmurs into his skin. "Same time next week."

baby, how'd we end up here?

"Everyone," he says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out shaky. "I'd like you to meet Babygirl One-Eighteen." He uses his pinkie that she still has wrapped in her grip to wave at them, smiling when Eddie chokes out a wet laugh and crosses to his side.

"Hi, babygirl," Eddie whispers, leaning into Buck's side to swipe an achingly gentle finger over her chubby cheeks. She blinks her eyes open, big and blue as she finds Eddie's face. "Oh," Eddie breathes out, barely more than an exhale of air. "You're beautiful."

i love you (and i like you)

"Well, LA is a really special place." Eddie shrugs, looking up from his plate to meet Buck's eyes with an expression of determined hope that makes Buck break out in a cold sweat. "I, uh, love living there." He clears his throat, looking out at San Francisco in the dark. "And, um..." He takes a deep breath, looks back at Buck. "And I look forward to the moments in my day w-when I get to-to hang out with the city." Buck swallows thickly, unable to tear his eyes away from the earnest expression on Eddie's face. "To talk to the city about stuff—the dumb stuff especially." Buck smiles. "The city has really fucking beautiful blue eyes too. And the city has a shocking amount of random facts locked up in their head which I like in a city, you know?"

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming)

"I went to see Buck," he tells her honestly. "Didn't go well."

"Were cat laxatives involved?" she asks seriously. Eddie turns a bemused look on her. "Never mind. How'd it go?"

"Oh, terribly." Eddie nods to himself. "His girlfriend welcomed me in like I was a guest, Buck asked about Christopher like he was just a family friend, I said some things, he said some things, I accused him of abandoning Christopher, he told me we were never really friends and we probably shouldn't be anymore. You know," he laughs, a loud and fake thing that draws attention from Marks just trying to lift some weights, "the usual."

accidents happen (but i will love you on purpose)

"Buck, you can't gaslight me," he scoffs, rolls his eyes harder. "I saw you French my dad."

"Where are you learning these words?" Buck blurts out, unwilling to face up to what his heart already seems to know as it pounds against his sternum.

"Mason." Chris shrugs. "He made a Tumblr account."

[steviewashere]

Thinking about this some more (thinking about writing it, too), but here's a little bit of something I thought of this morning.

Imagine Steve and Eddie end up together a couple years later; probably around 2002. They took their time warming up to the idea of a relationship. They took their time learning to love one another somewhere beyond friendship. And they took their time to really solidify each other's feelings in one another's lives. I think that Robin is dating Nancy or Vickie, you take your pick on which partner she has.

So they all inevitably get their own spaces. Maybe not too far from each other. Maybe within the same complex. (Maybe a little something like Friends, but shhh I'm totally not trying to add my Friends agenda to everything.) And so they're neighbors, getting into shenanigans with one another, helping the other couple out when it comes to arguments and big life-altering moments.

They're with each other when Massachusetts passes same-sex marriage. They have dual weddings in Boston's City Hall. They all go out to dinner, buy a wedding cake to share in one of their apartments. They go on their separate honeymoons. They become just a hodgepodge of queer identity and inseparable love and bond.

And then, when Steve and Eddie finally are able to adopt a kiddo, they're all there for that, too. She's a little thing. Just a baby, about three months old. The circumstances in which she ended up up for adoption aren't pretty, so they spare the details until she's older and can truly comprehend them. (I'm naming her Hannah here because it's the only name that came to mind).

But they become a tight-knit family. Of aunts and parents taking care of this little girl. As she grows and her hair comes in, when she starts growing teeth and becomes a finger biter, as she learns to babble, when she eventually says 'Dada' and Steve cries, when she walks but only to Robin, and through her schooling. Up until she graduates high school.

She's eighteen. She's out on her own. It's no longer 2006 when she's little and fits onto Eddie or Steve's forearms. She's 5'8" and fiery with passion and is going to school—her dream goal being a children's guidance counselor. It's 2024 and she's eighteen.

Steve and Eddie (Robin and Nancy, too) are huge worrywarts. They constantly keep up with her. Middle aged and figuring out how the hell FaceTime works. But they see her on her daily walks, overhear her coffee order from the pocket of her jacket, see bits and pieces of New York when she wants to show off her friends and the pigeons that keep eating her French fries and the dogs that she threatens to kidnap every time they're in her vicinity.

And then Chappell Roan skyrockets into pop fame. She's Hannah's favorite musician at the moment. And Steve and Eddie aren't aware, yet, but they believe it's the showmanship of it all: costumes and face paint and her killer vocals.

Until, one day during Hannah's Thanksgiving break, she sits Steve and Eddie down. Mentions Chappell Roan an ungodly amount of times. Blushes furiously about her roommate. Maybe makes quick, unsubtle glances at Aunt Robin. And then finally, she states, "I'm a lesbian."

And Steve sort of saw it from a mile away. But, he lets her stutter herself into a stupor. About how seeing a lesbian artist around her age get so popular. Seeing how successful she is. How every song of hers feels like a love song to the untapped, soft center of Hannah. And she explains herself into breathlessness, but she's smiling. Laughing a little, too when Eddie begins wiping his face. When Steve sort of looks at her, marveling. And then Steve breaks out the story of when he finally came out. Shows her the interview clip. Talks himself in circles.

I think Steve would just be positively melting. I think he'd finally begin to understand this obsession Hannah has with Chappell Roan. I think he'd see himself a little bit. But, ultimately, he'd be so happy that Hannah and other kids around her age have idols like George Michael or like Freddie Mercury or like David Bowie to look up to.

I don't know where I'm going with this. But I like the mental image of Steve, soft in his late fifties, aged by fatherhood, living a pretty full and complete life; just him surrounded by LGBTQIA+ culture wherein if he were still nineteen in the '80s, he'd be afraid and unsure and speculative. Just Steve Harrington being a proud father and a proud human being.

Also, she'd totally drag Steve and Eddie to a Chappell Roan concert. And of course Robin and Nancy (or Vickie, whichever you prefer) would be there to scream the lyrics with her. And...Steve and Eddie totally messing up the choreography to HOT TO GO.

Thinking about a fic idea right now where Steve comes out (maybe with a little Steddie...maybe; might be best to start them pre-relationship in this). Walk with me here.

Steve Harrington who has always been a huge Wham! fan. And then eventually a huge George Michael fan. He's got all their albums. Collects magazines with interviews in them (y'know, if there's a U.S. release). So, he's pretty much up to date with all news, music info; that kind of thing. He's always on the money about when interviews are.

George Michael who comes out publicly in 1998 after his arrest. Which, you can watch the clip from the interview here. He's thirty-four at the time, had been private about his sexuality and romantic life up until then.

Steve who's freshly in his thirties.

He's thirty-one. He's had some thoughts in regards to his sexuality for years now. Since Robin came out to him in 1985, he's thought about little things. The way certain guys walked that caught his attention, maybe the plushness of their lips, how they styled their hair. She's introduced him to queer culture at the time—pride parades & protests, some lingo, the handkerchief code, etc. So, he's well aware of a lot of things before the CNN interview airs. He hasn't made any hard connections between his sexuality and the thoughts in his head; maybe he's had a few, soft, questioning moments like: Am I gay? Am I bisexual? Is this what I really think or am I searching for something I don't actually want? Am I just being too observant?

(Okay, thinking about pre-Steddie now. And a lot of platonic soulmates Stobin. Also, I totally (accidentally) half-wrote a fic. Stay with me here.)

Eddie's been a part of Steve's life since 1986. Somehow he survives (don't ask me the fine details, I don't know). And Steve tries his hand at being Eddie's friend because he kind of—no, really—wants a guy friend who's around his age. Cue their shenanigans: the chaos they cause together, the pranks they pull on their other friends, the shit Eddie makes Steve get into (drag racing (cars), stealing scrap from the junkyard, throwing rocks over the quarry to guess the impact they made, other little town shit). Eddie who learns that Steve's a true ally to Robin, so he comes out to Steve, too. They all form a very great, deep bond of solidarity. Become roommates outside of Hawkins, somewhere a little more progressive. They protect each other. Listen to each other.

Cue the day in 1998 when the CNN interview is being aired live, unseen up until then. Steve's already ready to watch, having taken up the middle cushion on the couch. Robin's on his left, criss-cross and making a set of beaded bracelets for the three of them. Eddie's on Steve's right, uncapping a couple bottles of beer to pass over. And they're watching with Steve because Steve likes George Michael and, well, they like Steve and his interests. So they're all there when George Michael comes out. They're all there when the words are said live.

Robin and Eddie are wide-eyed, then laughing something a bit triumphant, high-fiving over Steve's head, maybe chanting something: "One of us! One of us!" Maybe becoming huge George Michael fans as they speak. But, Steve's silent. He's sitting on the edge of his cushion, palms down on his thighs, staring off into nothing. All the celebration stops as the interview continues, words being missed. And Robin and Eddie share an odd glance, a questioning one. Until, finally, Robin asks, "Steve-O? You OD over there?"

Steve blinks back into existence. Mutters, "Did George Michael just come out on live TV?" Eddie answers him truthfully, voice a bit soft and concerned. Steve licks his lips, doesn't move his eyes from his socked feet. "...He knew for a little while," he comments. "Right? He knew for a while."

"Sure, Steve," Eddie answers again. "He probably knew about himself for a long time. Probably...Honestly, probably while he was still in Wham."

Maybe Steve nods at that. Maybe he just stays kind of stoic, thinking too hard. "He's thirty-four," Steve points out.

"That he is," Robin answers this time. "Thirty-four and proudly out."

Steve hums some sort of acknowledgement and then goes back to watching the TV, moment drifting away. He sort of watches in a daze. Up until he turns in for the night. Well after Robin has slumped over on the couch and Eddie's gone to bed earlier—because he has work, or so Eddie's said. And Steve maybe sits in his bedroom, up at his headboard, looking down at his albums. At his Wham! and George Michael albums. Turning the tapes over in his hands, reading the track lists, maybe tracing the edges of the cases with his thumbs. Thinking about how George had said he was telling his life story, even through some of his earlier solo work. He's thinking about how successful George Michael has been. And then he thinks about how George Michael came out later in his life. In his thirties, not in his twenties, not in his teens. Sure, yes, it was definitely more negatively criticized to do so, but it means something to Steve. To be thirty-four and freshly out. And he thinks, too, about being thirty-one and things clicking into shiny clarity—he's into guys, too. He's into women, but he's into guys. That word, "bisexual" looking like the final jigsaw piece. To be thirty-one and proudly out, too.

And he's comforted in that thought, as he drifts off to sleep.

And when he wakes up in the morning, he bustles around Eddie and Robin in the kitchen. They make a shared breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage and toast with jam. They sit at the dining table, forks against plates, shooting the shit back and forth.

Steve cuts a slice of sausage, puts it in his mouth, eats as usual. And just as the conversation is beginning to drift again, he finally speaks what's on his mind. "I'm bisexual," he's able to proudly state.

Maybe Eddie and Robin cheer, too for that. They ask him for his taste in guys. Maybe they tease him a little. Maybe Eddie realizes he fits the bill a little; maybe he waits a little bit before taking a shot, but he still does eventually.

And right before they head off for their respective, regular lives outside of the comfortable space of their apartment, Robin knocks their shoulders together. "Proud of you," she states. "Thirty-one and proudly out. How does it feel?"

They're in the kitchen, washing and drying the dishes because Eddie left for work already with a promise to bring home pizza for dinner. They're in the kitchen, the lights a little fluorescent like the Starcourt bathroom. They're in the kitchen, in each other's orbits, two friends who've seen it all and will continue to see the world together.

"It feels...I feel good. Excited."

Robin smiles at him, something soft and understanding. And as his focus goes back to the plate he's about to hand off, she snorts. "So, Eddie, huh?" And he scoffs, rolling his eyes. She just laughs to herself. Then, when she's calmed a little bit, she states, "He kind of looks like Rowlf. You and I have a thing for Muppets, Stevie. Muppets."

And after their laughter dies down and they live out the rest of the day, Steve thinks about how he can send a letter of thanks to George Michael. And maybe he cherishes those albums a little closer. And he is confident in himself for the first time in a while, all because the representation he didn't know he was seeking, is finally right in his face.

Sorry that got long. But I'm just thinking about Steve who comes out later in his life. Maybe he couldn't make those connections because he didn't have the safe atmosphere to do so; feared the worst if his parents ever realized he didn't care too much about women sometimes, if his eyes drifted to men a little too much, fearing that they'd catch his contemplation. Maybe he found his safe space through Robin and Eddie, but needed a little more of a push and he just didn't find it yet. Up until now.

[juliepinsononline]

Work in Progress

(Soap Opera Weekly 97)

 

Sitting over lunch in the ABC commissary, Julie Pinson (Eve) very bluntly descripes her first few months' work on PC: "I sucked," she says with a hearty laugh. "Wendy Riche (executive producer) and all the producers and directors had a lot of patience with us and let us find our characters. In the first three weeks, they could very easily have recast. Instead, they gave me the chance to grow into Eve, and I think she's turned into something great."

She credits co-star Kin Shriner (Scott) for her rapid improvement. "He taught me about making the character my own. After we'd wrap up at the end of the day, sometimes we'd talk, and he'd tell me what I was doing wrong or right. He really took me under his wing and taught me a lot about acting," she says.

Pinson says Shriner's feedback helped her to improve her acting.

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Pinson claims that performing is in her blood. "My mother was a professional opera singer. I remember being little and watching her onstage. I was fascinated with the costumes and the makeup, and I wanted to be just like Mom." She got hooked on acting when she played Heidi in her Northern California forth grade class. "I remember all the adulation at the curtain call. My family was the loudest in the whole auditorium. I thought, 'If I do this, I'll get my family and everybody else to like me.'"

Pinson is very close to her parents; in fact, she calls herself a "typical daddy's little girl," which made it even more devastating at age 15 when her folks split up. Instead of confronting her feelings, she suffered the consequences of suppressing them. "I was in denial, and nobody recognized the signs," she explains. "I was going 'I's cool, it's cool,' and in the meantime, it was affecting me in very negative ways. I wanted to seem adult and be cool and understanding with the attitude, 'Listen, Mom and Dad, I want you to be happy, so don't worry about me.' It idnd't hit me until I was 20 or 21 when I started going, 'Dammit, why did they have to do that?'"

In retrospect, Pinson wishes she'd been more vocal about her feelings so that counseling might have been sought. "I'm a big believeer in therapy," she says. "it's helped me through some hard times. In situations like that, parents need to talk to the kids. The kids may say, 'It's cool, don't worry about it.' Unhuh," she says, shaking her head adamantly. "it will hit them eventually."

Shortly after high school, Pinson left the Bay area to work for Club Med. "It was a blast," she says, "I really learned how to be an adult, traveling by myself, not speaking the language in some places and having to fend for myself. I learned to speak a lot of languages, though, because every week there were 5oo new guests, many from Italy, Germany, France and Mexico.

"The biggest drawback was the long hours. It's a French company, so they don't have the labor laws we have in the States. Because you have to be with the guests all the time, you can't be crabby, have a bad day or be sick because there's nobody to cover for you. For the most part I just remember the good things now. After two years of that kind of schedule, I was ready to have three jobs when I moved to L.A. I was so programmed to work."

Pinson took an apartment in L.A. with her best friend, but her fear of rejection and her aversion to asking her parents for money kept her from pursuing her acting dreams. Instead, she worked for a temp agency and as a movie stand-in for a friend who was director of photograhpy. Her one line in The Mambo Kings got cut but earner her a Screen Actors Guild card, enabling her to work in the field. But she still struggled with her fears.

"Things weren't going too well," shares Pinson. "I called my dad in tears and said, 'I think I'm goingto give it up. I'm goin to get a job being a receptionist or go back to school. It's hard to live from paycheck to paycheck.' He said, 'You have always landed on your feet. You always will land on your feet. Don't give up. You will make it no matter what because that's who you are.'"

Pinson, who auditioned for three PC characters, related best to Eve.

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The actress consders her big break her screen test for the role of Billie on DAYS. Despite the resemblance to Lisa Rinna (ex-Billie), she didn't get the role. But it brought her some attention, and soon she auditioned for the part of Pilar on ATWT. After auditioning for PC, it seemed she was bound to get something, since they had her read for three roles: Eve, Julie and Karen. She was elated when she landed the part of Eve, her first real acting job. "Eve was the closest to me. I really understood her the best," Pinson says. "I love playing her because I get to be bad. I get to be sexy and I get to do things I wouldn't do in real life."

Not that Pinson doesn't have a bit of moxie of her own. "I want to jump out of an airplane, preferably with a parachute on," she teases. "And I want to get a Harley and learn to ride a motorcycle." She would also like very much to have a family some day, but everything is goin to have to wait while she focuses on her career. "I think God has a plan for me, and there's a reason why I've never had a serious relationship," she says. "I think if I'd had a serious relationship earlier on, I might not be where I am right now. There's a reason for everything."

Robyn Flans

[ashwhowrites]

Can I request fluff 19 with Steve?

My friend and I talked about this concept and how since Steve was such a fuckboy, reader wouldn't really expect him to remember details because she's half expecting this not to last. But he completely flipped her world when he just mentioned something offhand and she doesn't know how to compute

Very cute idea! Of course you can request

"I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

When Steve asked Y/N out, she didn't see it coming. They had a few classes together and maybe said a few words in exchange but nothing too personal.

She figured a date wouldn't hurt so she said yes. The date went a lot better than she expected. He was a true gentleman and funny. He was sweet and classy. Nothing like he seemed in the hallways.

~~

It's been around three months since he asked her to be his girlfriend. She won't lie, she really likes him and that scares her. Steve has a fuck boy reputation. She did not expect her and Steve to last very long. She just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

~~

Steve was a listener. He'd jump in a conversation if he needed to say something on his part, otherwise he loved listening to her talk. And it could be about anything. About her day, her favorite food, her pet peeves, or her friends. He listens to it all.

~~

Steve never talked to her much. He would just nod along and jump in every once and a while. She felt like he was maybe bored with her. Maybe he was ready to jump to the next girl. She knew they weren't endgame but she can't lie and say that it doesn't hurt.

~~

Steve wanted to check out a new diner that opened a town over. The couple drove the hour out, her talking and him listening.

Once they got their booth, she excused herself to the bathroom. Steve was starving so he started their order right away.

Once she returned to her seat she wondered why they had no menus.

"I think I'm going to ask for the menus." She went to sit up but Steve's hand stopped her.

"no need. I ordered for us." He said with a big smile.

She looked at him suspiciously, "you ordered for me?"

He nodded, " yeah I saw they had a pepper jack cheese burger and I know how you love those. Don't worry- I got it with no lettuce or onions. Extra pickles on the side. French fries. With a side of ketchup." He stated proudly.

She could feel her face drop in shock.

"oh! And a chocolate shake but asked them to bring it after the food is gone and in a to go cup since you always get too full to drink it right away."

Silence followed. Steve has never seen her not talk for this long. Did he mess it up?

"oh no. Did I get it wrong? Did you want something else? I'll get the waiter." This time she stopped him as he went to get up.

"no Steve. That's perfect. Thank you. I'm just shocked. I can't believe you remembered all of that." All this time she felt like he wasn't listening to her but he was. He was learning about her, just silently.

"I remember everything about you." He blushed

It was true. He always made sure to have some of her favorite music in his car. Continuing to wear the yellow sweater he wore that she said was her favorite.

She felt bad for doubting him. He obviously liked her enough to try this hard for her. She leaned over and kissed his lips.

Maybe fuck boy Steve was left in the past after all.

[thelazyecrivain]

Fluffbruary - Day 7 (Energy)

Seventh day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "energy"

I'm late, I know. Now shut up and read

Read on AO3

French version

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"How energetic she is." Said Lestrade

"I wonder where she gets that from." John replied, feigning exasperation.

Greg laid a hand on his shoulder in friendship. "Must keep your days busy between her and the big kid."

John sighed heavily, and Greg laughed.

They were due to leave for the park when Greg arrived. Rosie was desperate to go so Greg had offered to follow them and that he would talk to them when they got there. John had sent him a relieved look, he knew it would be impossible to keep her in the flat when he had promised a trip to the park.

"What did you want to talk to us about?" John finally asked once they had sat down on a free bench.

"A paperwork thing, a quick thing to do but I knew Sherlock would grumble about coming all the way to NSY." Explains Greg. "I have the papers with me for you to sign and we'll all be out of your hair." 

John took the famous papers that Greg brandished out of his satchel that he has with him. He signs while keeping an eye on Rosie playing among the bushes.

"How's it going?" Greg asked, before clarifying when John frowned. "With Sherlock? He's not a patient person, so seeing him play with a child is something I wouldn't think I'd ever see."

"I was thinking the same thing." He glanced toward Sherlock and his daughter studying a sheet of paper. When he'd offered to come back to Baker Street, he'd never said yes so quickly. "I was afraid he'd go back on his decision after we moved in."

Greg nodded, understanding what he meant. "Rosie may be cute, but she's very energetic." He saw her often and every time, the little girl was happy to see him and let everyone in the apartment, but also in the building, know it.

At the same time, Rosie squealed with joy when Sherlock took her on his shoulders, allowing her to see the world from a higher perspective. Greg sees his detective friend's eyes shine. 

"Amazingly, Sherlock can handle her energy waves," John continues, "He's so caring with her. I've never seen him like that with anyone else."

"I have."

John turned his head toward his friend. He waited for him to explain.

"With you. And yes," Greg continued when John wanted to contradict him, "I'm serious. Especially since he came back from his two-year absence. He was always careful with what you wanted."

"If he had been careful with what I wanted, he wouldn't have lied to me."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Greg replied coldly. He likes John, he's been a good friend since they've known each other but sometimes he infuriates him. "He had no choice, it was either this or our death to Mrs. Hudson, you or me. You know Sherlock cares too much about the three of us to put our lives at risk."

John says nothing. He knows Greg is right, he has even forgiven Sherlock, but the betrayal he felt sticks in his throat.

Greg sighed. There's no point in going down this road. "Anyway, you're catching the eye of all the women with Rosie." Greg joked.

John smiled, happy that they start again on a lighter subject. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I don't pay attention."

Greg slapped his arm. "Don't be coy! I saw all the stares turn to you when you had the stroller to come here."

"If you say so."

"How !? John-three-continents-Watson, the man who shunned bachelorhood, doesn't notice when he's getting in women's eyes ? I must be dreaming !"

John laughs and tells Greg to lower his voice, like two teenage girls talking about a boy.

"Tell me you're kidding." 

John nods. "Really ! I'm not interested anymore."

"Okay, you lost me. What made you change your mind ?"

At the same time, Rosie started running toward them, Sherlock behind her. She began to quickly explain what she had just learned about the leaves and trees in the park, and John had a hard time understanding it all with her rapid speech rate despite her young age and lack of vocabulary. 

Sherlock sat down next to John and kissed his cheek. Greg's jaw dropped.

"You should shut your mouth Lestrade, the flies don't come to your stomach by themselves." Sherlock mocked with a sneer. John pinched his thigh. Be kind.

"You...you..." He stutters, pointing at them in turn. Then he begins to laugh. "We've been waiting for this for so long !" exclaimed Greg before leaning over to John to tell him. "I understand better now why you're not interested anymore."

Sherlock frowned. "What are you talking about ?"

"Nothing." Said John innocently, "Just that I live with two energetic kids."

Sherlock looked even more confused. "But... you only have Rosie." John and Greg smiled at the observation genius' lack of understanding. The latter seemed to understand several seconds later. "This is a joke about me, right?"

John and Greg explode with laughter.

(tell me if you want to be tagged) @topsyturvy-turtely

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Some Penguin headcanons, plez papa ;w;

YEAHHHHHHHHH

I love you so much ;w;

I'll assume you meant Gotham penguin, if not tho, just tell me and I'll write some other ones!! I was so excited I wrote these out within 30 minutes so if there's any mistakes or typos i apologize

Warnings: fluff, self image issues, soft crap, some nsfw topics

Reader: Gender neutral, a thug/criminal

look at this cute mf. god do i wanna top him

General Penguin Hcs

He gives me very big gay vibes.. I haven't watch the later seasons, but I know he and Riddler have tension in the show. Personally though, I don't think Riddler ever liked him in a romantic light.

He's a surprisingly good cook, even if he doesn't cook for himself a lot. His mother taught him all she knew, and he makes an effort to cook at least 5 times a week and make one of her recipes.

Despite his big strong scary persona, he's very soft at heart. Ozzie gives me very big 'rock hard shell, cloud soft insides' you get on his good side and you'd have to do something really fucked up to get off of it.

He and Viktor are good friends outside of the whole 'mob' business. They both understand eachother surprisingly well, and Viktor really does enjoy Ozzie's company.

Ozzie knows french, russain, Hungarian, and some german. He learned them mainly when he was younger, so he's only really able to speak Hungarian with complete accuracy anymore. Despite that he does try to practice his french occasionally.

He has horrendous handwritting, especially growing up. He never cared to make it look pretty, and it wasn't until he became the Penguin did he really start making an effort. If you see his usual handwriting, it's hard to read, and it usually means he wrote it while he was excited or nervous.

Romantic Penguin Hcs

Your relationship varies depending on when you two got together.

If you got together before he made a name for himself, he'd be a lot more dependent on you. You're the love of his life, gold to his silver, Icing on his cake. Without you he doesn't think penguin would even exist.

The problem would come in if you got together after his mother's death. He would be (reasonably) suspicious of you. He wouldn't believe you actually wanted to date him for him, you probably just wanted power, money, or to kill someone close to him. In all honesty, if you had the guts too, the first time you asked him out you'd be met with a knife to neck.

Be patient with him. Ozzie is a sweetheart, he's just scared. Let him understand you love him for him, not his persona. You don't care about power, money, or anything like that. Compliment the way he talks, his looks, his confidence. Don't talk about his money or power, not until you've been dating for a while.

When its just you two, he's as sweet as candy. Despite not being able to walk the best, he's willing to get up and get anything for you (if it's before he has butlers and body guards, than he'd just make them get it). When Oswald falls in love, he falls in love hard.

Some nights are difficult on his knee. If you offer to massage it for him, understand that the next day will be spent doing whatever you want. He adores that you love every part of him, even the part that got him his name.

Speaking of his name, especially if you were dating before he was a criminal, he'd prefer you not call him penguin. It isn't that he dislikes the name now, he loves it, but you're not the penguin's lover. You're Oswald Cobblepot's love. You're his soon-to-be spouse. Penguin has nothing to do with that.

Though, he does unironically do penguin like things at times. He'll bring you home pebbles and pretty rocks at times, and if you ask why he'll proudly explain how male penguin's bring their mates pebbles and rocks for their nest. If you wanna make him flustered and happy, make a mini-nest somewhere in the house. And If you have any artistic ability, draw some paper figures of you and Ozzie and set them up in the mini-nest.

He's sorta like a sugar daddy at times, too. What's the point in being your boyfriend/fiancé/husband if he can't spend all his money on you just to see you smile. If you don't like gifts though, he'd be happy to buy you something else you'd enjoy (he's definitely the type to buy out an entire zoo for the day..)

[smoochi-modest]

✿ [ Rose ] ✿

—> Genshin Impact - [ Xiao x Reader ]

—>  [ Fem! Reader. No warnings on this one, it's more so an intro into a small series I plan create. Unsure what to classify it under, I'd say a fluff / comfort for the time being. ]

—> Description - [ He loves me, he loves me not or She loves me, she loves me not (originally effeuiller la marguerite in French) is a game of French origin, in which one person seeks to determine whether the object of their affection returns that affection. ]

—> Note - [ Please bare with me here, it's been awhile since I wrote anything. I apologize for any errors. 1.3k word count. ]

One rose symbolizes love at first sight, or so they say.

" He loves me... " you mutter as a delicate red rose petal found its way to the ground between your legs. Here you were, crisscrossed on the top of a mountain, lap full of pitiful flower petals. Each petal, each attempt at comforting a lonely soul. It felt as if the petal themselves plucked pieces of your heart in every negative way. Your heart strings playing a saddened yet calming tune for only you that night.

In all honesty, the "he" laced in your statement had been unknown for some time now. You weren't too sure who you wished for, however you knew someone must've been out there willing to give you even a moment of their precious time.

" ...He loves me not " Plucking the last petal, sighing in defeat you throw away the stem of yet another flower tarnished without any sign of blessings coming your way. What a silly tale, that a mere rose could predict something as important as ones true feelings for another.

Sat beneath the stars on the outskirts of a well known harbor, you watch as people group up within the city of Liyue, today was supposed to be a special day; or so you thought.

The celebration of a fresh full moon, and the day we honour the loss of an adeptus whom in the past saved their light. Their love. Their peace.

Here you sat alone. Admiring the lanterns that begun to float up into the night sky. Shifting in your spot, you grasp a hold of all the petals which were previously in your lap. Staring off into the night, you drop the petals, allowing them to fly in the gentle breeze along with the lanterns.

As you lost touch of the final petal, you hear a sound on the opposing side of the bush you had been at for quite some time now. Stealthily you make your way to it, cautious not to be seen by any danger that may lay behind its contents. Peeking a head over, your eyes are met with a young man seated on the grass, admiring the brightened sky.

The boy seemed to notice your presence almost immediately. Shifting his gaze, two golden eyes shine within your own, that gentle faraway look seemed to flee as a sternness arrived the moment you locked eye contact. Following afterwards, a short gasp escaped between your parted lips. Kneeling back down behind your rose bush, you couldn't help but feel guilty to have ruined his peace.

You weren't expecting to see another face in this area, most who came to see the Lantern Rite celebration were down in the city, so just who is that boy? curiously, you peak over once again to observe him. Only to be met with his eyes but much closer this time. Turns out he approached the bush as well, sitting just on the other side. He didn't make a peep, staring back at you with a near blank expression. Not a word had been said until you quietly mutter an apology,

" I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be up here..."

Feeling awkward, trapped in his gaze, you shy away, looking at the grass beneath you, the sight of a single red rose left in the bush went far from unnoticed.

" I could say the same to you, mortal. "

Mortal? he spoke as if he weren't one as well, from the looks of it he was as human as you. You would've questioned but something about meeting a new person made you tense. Would it have been rude to question him right off the bat like this? who is he?

" Are you alright? " He said aloud, seeming almost concerned by your silence.

" I'm okay, just a little shocked is all. "

" Alright. "

With that, he looked back at the sky. His back leaning against the bush. The mysterious boy seemed to ease up, meanwhile you still felt tense. Perhaps some small talk could ease your nerves. You weren't sure if this was a good inexpectancy, but it didn't seem to hold any danger. The young mans presence was welcomed, but kept at a safe distance. You can't seem to recall the last time you spoke to someone besides yourself that day.

" The lanterns are pretty, aren't they? " You began, your gaze shifting back and forth between the lone rose and the night sky. At this point you couldn't differentiate the stars from the far off lanterns.

" They are. " He stated coolly, seeming fixated on the floating lights. This boy was at peace, a rare sight that you were graced to see without even realizing it. Curiosity burns in your soul, craving to learn more about him.

" Pardon me asking, but who exactly are you? Wait, I'm sorry. That's rude of me to not introduce myself first... " You began to fumble your words, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. " My name is [y/n]! "

Internally beating yourself over the head, you can't help but replay the introduction in your mind over an over again. Since when have you become so awkward? he has done nothing to fluster you so much, yet you can't help but feel your heart pound.

" You may call me Adeptus Xiao. Why are you so persistent on asking silly questions? it's becoming somewhat of an annoyance " the voice grumbles from behind you, as you too now leaned against the bush.

" Is it wrong of me to be curious of a lone boy out on his own? I'm sure I have no room to speak, but I've never seen you around before. Though I can't say I'm much of a people person, so I may have forgotten. " Smiling sheepishly, you attempt to lighten the mood. He doesn't seem to care much for talking with you, only making you frown. Maybe you really were just an annoyance.

" How about you ask me a question in return! "

" Why would I do that? " he inquired.

" Because I'm trying to start a conversation here with you, ya know! and you are making this more difficult than it should be. "

The rosebush had been the only thing separating these two forms, one Mortal, one Adeptus. So close yet so far, they slowly warmed up to the other that night. Accepting each others company, they began to watch the lights of Lique fade, meaning the celebration had to come to an end soon enough as well. Soft tones, soft lights reflecting off your skin from the gentle glow luminating out of Liyue.

A moment of peaceful silence filled the air, until Xiao suddenly stood up in what seemed to be a rush. Concerned, you stood as well, getting a good look at his features for the first time.

" I must cut our time here short, I have a duty that I intend to fulfill. "

Xiao's speech felt so surreal, finding yourself begin to stare in awe. At first glance he'd be like any ordinary boy, but now that you have a moment to really take in his appearance, he was rather attractive. His petite frame wasn't something that overly mattered to you, unlike the way his hair seemed to frolic in the wind rushing to pass by, or the way his golden eyes resonated with the yellow light of lanterns. It felt like you were in the presence of an angel.

You still had so many questions to ask, yearning to be closer to the mysterious boy. Feeling the need to reach out, but didn't have time or were you simply afraid? what was their to fear when all you felt was comfort within his sharp gaze.

" If you ever feel you are in need, call out my name and I will return at your wake and call. "

Taking one last side glance at your shifting expression, he vanished into the night within a blink of an eye. Leaving you behind once again with your lone rose.

'Maybe it wouldn't hurt to pluck a couple extra tonight.' You thought. Smiling gently to yourself, you can't help but replay this special night in your head. Perhaps crossing paths with this Xiao character would be a pleasant change of pace in your life.

[hearts4-robin]

featuring. Tzai, Brooklyn, Atlas, Serenity

genre. evertyhing in one, its random headcanons

warnings. swearing, sad Serenity

robin's note. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. me and Tzai were talking about hugging and I started making hc's so here we are. This is with https-volley team headcanons and Tzai and Robin as siblings too.

[𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

. collects Japanese soda bottles

. has those soda chapsticks (they lick their lips immediately after applying it too)

. has a bucket list for trying every soda possible

. absolutely LOVES going to convenience stores at 2 AM with anyone, really

. went on a walk with Robin and Atlas and the two ended up doing their best with braiding flowers and other fun things into their braids

. loves physical affection and always leans on people

. would love to read and be all aesthetic w/ it but the attention span is just not there

. makes Robin and Tzai do their eyeliner because they once poked themselves in the eye and gave up since

. is such a big hugger, they will jump and wrap their whole body around you. arms around the neck and legs around the waist

. is at the same time so scared of getting dropped ^

. poor baby got so shy when Tzai, Atlas, Serenity and Robin came to cheer for them at track

. is so so so emotional and cried so hard when they got flowers for the first time

. would sell their soul to get to drag the others to a concert with their favourite artist(s)

. taught the others Kpop dances with Robin

𝐓𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨

. warm, somewhat firm waist hugs is his thing

. doesn't like physical affection but hug/hold his hand at the right time and he'll melt in your hold

. names all his plants. every. single. one.

. thinks everyone is cute when they do the tiniest things

. wears gloves all the time and says its to keep his pulse warm but its really just to look cool

. spent a whole day being taught how to make those monster tab chains by Robin

. goes to Robins room when he can't sleep

. considers Brooklyn as his little sibling as well and feels like he has to take care of both them and Robin

. argues daily with Atlas over why he should be 6'0" and Atlas shouldn't

. has the coolest journal even though he doesn't think its cool

. writes to his comfort characters like it was a diary

. listen to the neighbourhood, there's a lot of that on his crying playlist

. learned Kpop dances with Robin and Brooklyn

. thinks he's the strongest (he is not)

. OG at kissing boys infant of homophobes

. love hate relationship with his volleyball position cause "he's not ideal for an ace" (apparently reporters are professional volleyball coaches and trainers now)

𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲

. needs a leash, honestly

. seems pretty calm but you can literally see him start shaking excitedly whenever someone listen to it closely

. favourite cuddling position is when whoever is snuggled right against his chest, inside his hoodie so they're both snuggled up in the same hoodie

. has fallen asleep like that with all of them at least once

. it's body tempature is always quite high so he's like Baymax from BH6 to the whole team

. 100% listen to QUEEN with Robin and Serenity

. still believes in goblins and such so whenever its like full moon or something, you can bet your ass the whole team is going on a goblin hunt with sticks and stones

. if you need someone to cry to, dont go to Atlas, it doesn't know how to handle it

. team interviews are always so messy cause it takes Atlas a few seconds to translate the question to everyone

. the most asked question for over a year to him was "are you French?" because Brooklyn and Serenity had told everyone he was French

. Atlas once found out that cold pillows actually exist and he'd fr kill for one. Needless to say, Brooklyn won "teammate of the year" when they got him one

. for some reason, he knows how to tell a lot of birds apart

. has like 400 books and have only read two

. gets taught Kpop dances by Brooklyn and Robin

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

. carries medical things for everyone everywhere (this includes Robins 5 different medications and bandages for Brooklyn because they need it)

. has the coolest style every and carries a bag with like 5000 rooms everywhere

. has the cutest nose ever like, its everyones favourite nose to boob

. proud captain of the volley team. proud as in "im so proud of my team for beating up that homophobe. If they'll end up in jail?... man I dont know, I didn't do it, they did, they're not my responsibility."

. received a whole ass documentary on his and Atlas' friendship edited and directed by Robin and featuring Tzai, Atlas and Brooklyn

. wears "free dad/mom hugs" shirts at pride parades

. always has sun glasses on them, no one knows why

. will absolutely pulverise you in any type of boardgames, you have no chances (except monopoly, you might have a chance)

. still plays among us with the team

. always wins when she plays among us with the team

. brags about their height whenever Atlas isn't around, its not fun when Atlas is there somehow

. carries around a note book with translations for Robin because they clearly need it

. if you can't find the captain after a game they're probably snuggled up besides Atlas in the bus while Robin and Brooklyn is dancing to Shakira and Tzai is reading Pokémon

. once tried to bake as a coping mechanism and now he brings freshly baked cake/bread to every game/practice

. suffers in silence and begins crying whenever someone notices and gives her a hug </3

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