#bovaque

[tryhoney-moved]

💜✨Love and miss you!!!

hi jack!!! how are you? love and miss you too, my friend 🥰🥰

[finnickodaiir]

Oh hey! Happy birthday!

Thanks, Jack!!

[peterpastrahmi]

Tag game!!!!

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

Tagged by @ivansimoncaryelwes thank u bff!!! <333

tagging @bovaque @arthoebyers @angelxtwins @kissinggoodnight and anyone else who wants to join <3

[fullmoondudes]

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

favourite color: blue

last song: Dance the Night - Dua Lipa

currently reading: Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

currently watching: X-Men '97

currently craving: vanilla ice cream (and I got some :P)

coffee or tea: tea

tagged by: @theclassymike (thanks babe ^__^)

tagging: @bovaque, @realbcys, @bisaac, @pxnkrps, @wholesome-smut

[ninakaina]

Which characters do you think had better character designs in Pathologic Classic HD and which characters got better ones in P2?

ooooouh.... i would say character design was improved in 2 for all the healers, maria, lara, all the termites tbh. i love both bad grief designs so much. i did prefer yulia and aspity in classic... and i think the concepts illustrated by eva and anna’s designs are so different that it’s hard to choose one bc they both get across different ideas very well. i can’t conceptualize most of the men or remember what they look like so no comment on most of them. rubin definitely looked a lot more epic in classic .....

[kexing]

The fact that Phoebe Bridgers has backup vocals on "The Night We Met" always astounds me😓😳

omg???? i didn’t know that! but it also makes perfect sense because it’s such an ethereal song and part of it is due to the backup vocals so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 phoebe does it again aldjakdjks ❤️

[sarah-snook]

🎉👄🤒

i made it reddie since you didn’t give me a pairing lol

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Richie was late. Like, really fucking late. He scrambled out of his car, quickly making his way to the other side, opening the door with more force than necessary. He bent down, gently taking the packaged cake in his hands, closing the door of his car with his foot. Richie power walked to his apartment, not even bothering to lock his car. Who would even break into that piece of crap anyway? It’s not like he had anything valuable in there to steal. Even if he did, this was way more important than anything that could be stolen from him. 

It was Eddie’s birthday today, and the Losers had decided to throw him a surprise party. Despite Eddie’s pleas to them- “I’ll be coming home late that day, it’s not worth it guys! I’m gonna be tired as fuck!”-they decided to carry on with the party any way. After years of being denied birthdays by his overbearing mother as a child, Richie and the others wanted to do something nice for Eddie. 

Richie gasped as he stopped himself from tripping over his shoelaces, heart racing at almost dropping the one thing he was allowed to be in charge of. What’s a birthday party without cake? This baby would definitely get to the apartment in one piece. He struggled with the door once he got to the front door, using his leg to balance the cake as he turned the door knob and let himself in. 

He squinted through the darkness, finding it odd that no one was there yet. He was the one that was late after all. Before he could yell out and ask if anyone was there, the lights suddenly turned on and he was surrounded by various voices yelling “SURPRISE” at him. He gasped, dropping the cake in his shocked state and everything went quiet. 

He looked around at all the faces of his friends around him, wide-eyed and beginning to sweat. Not only was he late, but now he had dropped and ruined Eddie’s birthday cake before he even had a chance to blow out the candles and make a wish.

“What the hell Richie!” Groaned Bev as she rushed over to inspect the cake. He watched in silence as she opened the box and dropped her head with a sigh. “It’s no good, it’s ruined.”

She looked up again to glare at him and he glared right back at her. How was this his fault? They were the ones that surprised him! “Excuse me but in what world do I look even remotely like Eds? This is on you guys, I’m just the cake messenger.”

“We’d given up on you showing on time,” Stan chimed in. “Eddie should have been home by now so of course we thought it was him and not you!”

Richie checked his watch, confirming the time. Stan was right, Eddie really should have been here by now. He was always on time to everything, even coming home from work. It was this predictability that Richie loved about him. It was a constant he found comfort in. “Huh…You’re right, where is the birthday boy?”

Without waiting for an answer, Richie took out his phone, searching for Eddie’s name and pressing the call button. As the phone continued to ring, a growing panic began to build up within Richie. Eddie always answered his phone before the second ring. Something definitely had to be wrong. “He’s not answering.”

“Maybe he just got held up at work,” Ben suggested despite not believing it himself. Taking out his own phone, he continued on to say, “I’ll give them a call and ask if they know anything.”

Richie nodded and made his way to Eddie’s room on instinct as he dialed Eddie’s phone again. He paused, about to turn around and go to his room when he heard it. A faint buzzing noise coming from Eddie’s room. Richie furrowed his eyebrows confused as to why there would be any noise coming from his best friend’s room. Slowly, he opened the room, peeking into the darkness and shoving an arm into the room, feeling for the light switch on the wall.

He wasn’t an idiot, you never go into a dark room to investigate an out of place noise without first turning on the fucking lights. When he heard a groan he pushed the door open the rest of the way and barged in, going straight to Eddie’s bed.

“Eds? Eds, are you okay??” Richie asked, panic evident in his voice as he knelt down to look over Eddie. He was sweating, cheeks flushed red and hair sticking to his forehead. Had he stayed home alone this whole time? He probably hadn’t eaten or taken anything this whole time. “You dumbass, why didn’t you call me??”

“S-shut up” Eddie moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to cover his face with his comforter. “G-get out! Turn the fucking lights off!”

“No way dude,” Richie answered, refusing to budge from his spot next to the bed. “I can’t believe you’ve been here this whole time and none one out there noticed.”

Richie sighed as Eddie grunted in response before violently coughing. “Okay, I’m gonna go get you some medicine and some fucking water too. You look dehydrated as fuck!” He moved to get up, but was stopped by a hand clutching onto his shirt. He paused, looking over to see Eddie looking at him with glassy eyes, a pleading look on his face. 

“Don’t-Don’t leave me Rich,” Eddie begged, pulling at his shirt to bring him back, closer to him. “Don’t leave me alone.”

Richie sighed, taking out his phone to text their group chat to bring some water and search for some medicine in their bathroom to give to Eddie. Once he was done, he leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead as he ran a hand through Eddie’s sweaty hair. “I’m not going anywhere Eds. I’ll stay right here by your side.”

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[favoriteliar-archive]

Pink Gold Peach rights?

the best mario kart character 😌

[starry-clown]

Magenta, Pink, Lime

You are so sweet! I hope we meet someday and get Wendy’s together! 🥺 (if ya want to)

[trickstump]

Chilling on a cold night in a dark room lit only by the soft, warm light of a lamp listening to a song + the ship of your choice

Bill takes awhile to figure out that Mike’s singing. It isn’t entirely out of the ordinary; Mike sings all the time. Bill loves it, never points it out, just listens. 

It’s taken him a long time to figure out that it’s always the same song, though. 

There’s not really any other sound in the room, now, just Bill’s breathing and Mike’s quiet singing. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, Bill thinks- or, at least, doesn’t know Bill can hear him. 

It’s dim, in their bedroom- their bedroom, now, properly. Mike had stayed in the guest room when he’d first moved in, but they’d long since given up the pretense that he wasn’t staying long term, or that he’d be sleeping anywhere but here. Bill’s glad it’s not entirely dark, but also glad it’s not brighter than it is. Otherwise, he’s not sure that he’d be brave enough to speak up. 

“I know that song,” he says. “But, I’m not sure I know what it’s called.” 

“Hm?” Mike seems startled from his thoughts. “What song?” 

“The one you’re always singing.” Bill hums a few bars, off key. “What is it?” 

“Uh.” Bill can’t really see whether or not Mike’s flustered, but, he can assume from his tone. “That’s- Righteous Brother. Unchained Melody?” 

“It’s pretty,” Bill says. “You must like it a lot.” 

“I guess I do,” Mike says, shrugging a bit. He shifts, wraps his arms around Bill’s waist, and Bill turns and burrows into his chest. “it’s a nice song.” 

“What’s so special about it?” Bill’s not sure why he’s pressing, but, he does. It matters to him, the same way ever little thing he’s learned or rediscovered over the past few months of living together matters: because it’s Mike, and Mike matters. 

“It’s- about loving someone,” Mike starts, slowly, deliberately, obviously choosing his words. “And... losing them, for a long time. Being apart, but still loving them. Still hoping they love you- will love you, when they see you again.” There’s a beat, a hitched inhale and long exhale, and then he adds: “It reminds me of you.”

Bill feels raw. He pulls back a bit, so he could look at Mike- not see him, really, in the dim light, but look. “You know I do, right?” he asks. “Love you. I love you.” 

Mike hums, and kisses him, and Bill can feel the smile more than see it. “I do,” he promises. “I know.” 

“Good.” Bill settles again, and is quiet for a moment, before he asks: “Can you sing it again?” 

Mike laughs, and presses another kiss to his cheek. “Of course I can.” 

And, he does. 

[toziers]

Stozier 🤔

i love stozier i LOVE stozier. the banter between them would be unparalleled like the straight-faced sarcasm volleyball matches they have... the tenderness behind loving the person you’ve known the longest, the deepest..... IDK their dynamic is so homey and sharp and i need more stozier content in my life

[tryhoney-moved]

for @bovaque! happy birthday, jack ❤

[finnickodaiir]

Why haven't the Bylers adopted "Me and Michael" by MGMT as their anthem?

You are a genius! Byler fandom explain yourselves

[peterpastrahmi]

rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as poll options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe, then tag 4 people

tagged by val tysm weeee

tagging the usual suspects @bovaque @arthoebyers @kissinggoodnight @portalcryptid

[chaoticeddie]

Red, white and blue 💕

thank youuuuu right back at you!!! 💗💗

[ninakaina]

King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1 as a Grief/Artemy song. Thoughts?

omg im listening to it rn... i like how it combines like trauma and the dreaminess of childhood in a strange way