#and watch steve fall

[harringroveera]

It wasn’t the first time Jim caught Steve sneaking out of Billy’s room through the window

[oobbbear]

They’re stupid babies

[laylaisthename]

*wakes up after being cryogenically frozen for a decade* omg you guys i hope no ones made this before

[randomuzerthelozer]

I can't be the only one who thoguht of this

Link to og Tad Strange fanart:

[hispieceofcake]

I think I love old man... a little too much...💗

Before anyone asks me "do you have daddy issues?" or "are you okay?", I answer yes and no, it's up to you now to find out which question the answer is yes and no.

And sorry for my disappearance guys, I'm having some complications with my procrastination problem and school is making me very tired.

[hfjonewiki]

my submission for the "design a meeple product" thing on twitter. you will enjoy it

[imthursdaysyme]

Installment 1/3 of wrestlers: Eddie pushed Steve off the couch and Steve brought Eddie with him

[steddietogo]

I know a lot of us like to headcanon Steve as a horror movie wuss and as much as I enjoy it just hear me out— horror doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

It annoys the party to no end, to the point they just make it a bet to see who can get a reaction out of Steve, movie nights are just horror nights at this point.

One day Eddie shows up with a Japanese horror movie which he proclaims is going to make Steve shit his pants for real. Steve, completely aware of the direction this is going to take the night, says no at first but caves at Eddie’s goading.

Imagine the absolute affront of the party when Steve is just munching on his popcorn with nothing but a tiny scrunch to his eyebrows while the rest of them are screaming and hiding being the throw pillows at every jump scare. Eddie is shaking, sandwiched between Dustin and Mike clutching onto him for their dear lives and Robin actively trying to dig herself into the sofa to escape the creature in the tv and Steve— Steve is fucking nodding off to the slow, unsettling background scores and screams that absolute fucking psychopath.

In the end all they manage to do is scare themselves shitless to drive themselves home in the dark— it ends with a mass sleepover in Steve’s living room.

Horror gets banned from movie night for the foreseeable future after he gets woken up four times that night to walk someone to the bathroom.

[hitlikehammers]

seven across

rating: t ♥️ cw: established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: marriage proposals, crossword puzzles, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day twenty-seven: Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time (anon) + Love is just a four-letter word (@sal-si-puedes)

@pearynice said both of these prompts could be together and I said...let's try! ♥️

“Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.”

They’re not, like, particularly serious about the crossword in the newspaper. As in, they don’t spend all morning on it, they don’t judge the tenor of their whole day based not on whether they finish it, but instead how fast they finish it, they absolutely do not do it in pen—

Basically, they’re not Nancy about it; but they do have fun with it. It’s just a quirky little…nerd thing they share before their coffees are done, before they kiss at their car doors and leave for work, or like this, on the weekends: before they start another pot of coffee and kiss about the clues they couldn’t figure out while it brews.

“Head,” Steve answers, off-handed, looking down his nose with his glasses perched low as he reads the middle section of the paper, something about stocks…probably.

“There’s no indicator,” Eddie snorts at Steve’s response, shakes his head but doesn’t bother to smother his grin; “it’s not what I want to give you every single moment.”

“So you agree you do want that, though,” Steve peeks up so sly, so teasing, so fucking gorgeous it hitches in Eddie’s chest when he so much thinks about it, about him, about his Steve—let alone when he’s face-to-face with the genuine article, grinning in all his glory.

“Was that in question?” Eddie recovers, but he knows his tone’s a little lovesick, knows his smile’s a little dopey for feeling, but this man.

Just; this man.

“Love,” Steve grins around a sip of his coffee, glances down at the crossword in front of Eddie to indicate another guess but his eyes sparkle in that way of his, just so, and Eddie knows it’s…not just a guess.

“Again,” Eddie huffs but can’t help the way a smile stretches wide enough to strain, to ache in his cheeks in the best possible way: “not a thing I give,” and he lets the hand not holding the pencil reach for Steve’s, which is waiting for him, grabs when Eddie’s close and laces thiner fingers together so Eddie can squeeze tight as he breathes out:

“But also never in question.”

Steve’s reading again, so it takes Eddie a little by surprise when his hand’s been lifted, and then pressed to Steve’s mouth with a kiss and when he looks up Steve’s already staring at him, the look there so fucking tender.

“I meant it was a noun,” Steve says so softly, his tone tender, too; “you are what love means to me.”

And Eddie’s pulse does a little double-skip for that because Steve can say those things forever, and it’s won’t ever stop fluttering around in Eddie’s chest like something miraculous.

In fact, Eddie really hopes Steve will say it forever.

“Sap,” he tries to volley back but it mostly comes out sappy, and a little too choked to be anything but a fucking compliment.

“Just honest,” Steve shrugs, smiling soft and playing with Eddie’s fingers before setting them back on the table, but not letting go as he gives another guess a try:

“Home.”

“Also not in question,” Eddie sighs a little…fuck, yeah, a little dreamily before tacking on: “you’re all I need, to know that I’m home.”

And it’s true. It’s so fucking true.

Eddie’s floating on the truth of it, and the fact that he gets to live that truth like this, and he’ll blame that as more than good enough reason to miss how Steve scoots his chair closer and leans over his shoulder to look at the paper he’s writing on.

“That’s more than four letters.”

Yep: Eddie will absolutely blame the high of just…being with Steve, of loving like this, for distracting him from the whole fucking pointof the conversation.

“Oh, I, umm,” Eddie fumbles a little, flustered where he really shouldn’t be, this was actually kind of the plan and he reminds himself of that sternly before he chuckles, and it’s only a little forced to get his footing back: “forgot to say we were past those.”

He looks up at Steve thought his lashes, honestly a bit sheepish and yes, he does bask in Steve’s endeared eyeball, in his indulgent smile before he takes another sip of his coffee, and Eddie thinks he’s in the clear when Steve asks:

“What’s the real clue?” Because they do this, they play with the clues more than they probably don’t when the answer’s obvious, because this is something they do together, and if whichever of them’s manning the writing utensil knows what to write in and they just move onto the next, that cuts down the fun, the soft moments they get to have like this.

And Eddie wouldn’t fucking trade this for…for anything.

“Umm,” Eddie draws out, not just the keep the moment but also because woah, wait: Steve’s putting his mug down and he’s leaning in and that’s not how this goes, nope, not even a little, hold the fuck on—

Also Eddie is supposed to be composed for this, because it’s important, it’s so fucking important, and when Steve’s pressed up against him like this, soft and casual in the mornings together, Eddie cannot be expected to focus, or else: not to focus on anything but the blissful warmth of Steve’s body against him like it belongs, because it belongs, and—

“Wait,” Steve’s nose scrunches, fucking delicious but he’s very close, and he’s reading over Eddie’s shoulder and…okay, okay, this was part of the plan, he just didn’t expect it so fast, or maybe he just didn’t expect the way his mouth’s all dry and his throat’s all tight, and his heart’s beating so goddamn hard but none of it’s like it’s nerves exactly, or maybe not mostly nerves, because mostly it’s just Steve, being near, and something like…excitement, but still:

Still: some of it’s nerves.

“This one’s wrong, babe,” Steve points to one of the verticals feeding down into the number they’re working on: Eddie hadn’t asked about it, and Steve’s frowning maybe for that reason first, before he notices…it’s not even close.

Because none of these were really supposed to match the clues; that wasn’t the point.

And Eddie watches, while Steve reads the other lines that feed into the not-four-letters he had asked after, the actually-seven-letters he’d asked Steve to give to him with a very specific clue, and Eddie’s breath catches when Steve turns to him, eyes big and swimming with questions as he exhales so so soft:

“Eddie?”

Because Eddie’d filled in some of the word, with the wrong-other-words.

It’s…not hard to guess when you see it:

_ U _ B A _ D

And Steve’s breath catches too, then, because, well: with Eddie’s clue, it’s kinda…it’s kinda really easy:

Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.

Steve’s lips part, and his eyes get shiny, shimmery, and Eddie swallows, grabs Steve’s hand and moves the edge of a plate that’s been hiding a ring, breathes in the little gasp Steve give when he sees it like nectar to the gods but sweet, more life-giving than even that, and Eddie trembles a little as he holds it out and meets Steve’s gaze: the tears as slow to fall down Steve’s cheeks, and Eddie knows his are no better, and he means to ask immediately but…Steve is so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s just a man, y’know?

He cannot help but to stare, and savor, and soak in this moment and this image, to etch it in his memory and call it perfection, and marvel at how it’s been his all this time but then…how Steve’s glowing and his lips are quirked the slightest bit and he’s, he’s…

Eddie opens his mouth to ask, he really does, but Steve’s letting go of his hand and reaching to frame Eddie’s face, and then he’s pulling Eddie to him, practiced and sure and Eddie leans because he knows exactly where he fits, always, and, like, maybe the question’s not even necessary.

Maybe Steve's lips are an answer in themselves.

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson @estrellami-1 @bookworm0690 

♥️

divider credit here

[eaglenebs]

More Steve doodles

[lorlocks]

Gravity Falls has always had a special place in my heart because I too spent my summers being raised by my penny-pinching, crotchety, criminally negligent uncle. I was already 19 when the show premiered, but my sister and I were blown away by how much it reflected our own childhood.

This summer, my uncle passed away very suddenly. None of us got to say goodbye and he didn’t want a funeral, so it’s been hard to find a place to put the grief.

Then, a week later, the book of bill dropped and the Gravity Falls revival took off. I rewatched the show and it was exactly what I needed. The final episode where the kids hug Stan goodbye had me sobbing, it was a very cathartic proxy ‘goodbye.’

So I wanted to say thank you, to all my fellow fans, to the entire GF production team and to my uncle Steve. The guy that let a 10 year old drive his cherry red corvette and got our whole family banned from a fair for fist fighting a carnie.

Thank you, and see you next summer!

[winterfromtevinter]

If I made an Illario. Would anyone clap.

[toobusybeingdelulu]

This would definitely be something Joe Keery would say about Dacre Montgomery btw

[skyburger]

me when im in a introducing myself contest circa october 1973 and my opponent is steve miller

[jettemara]

What if I made a Pyramid Steve cosplay, what then?

[intosnarkness]

Don’t mind me I woke up with a migraine and spent the morning thinking about how Kaz’s life changed the day he fell and broke his leg and even though Inej tells him it’s not necessary, he still makes sure there’s a net at Sweet Reef and I know we as a fandom talk about water-Bourne trauma being a binding force in the Crows, but can we talk about the act of falling, too? I mean, fuck, Kaz’s entire plan to get back out of the Ice Court was “idk, jump?” and I feel like we don’t talk enough about any of this.