#but i just had to do it

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

You SHOUKD have etho join her and Ren. Mayhaps even a snowball fight breaks out

day 4

mr. etho “NO I WAS AIMING FOR REN-” slab

aftermath bonus:

part 1

[writelikeurruninoutoftime]

Louie: i just ended a four year relationship

Huey: oh, i’m so sorry. are you okay?

Louie: hm? oh yeah, i’m fine. it wasn’t my relationship.

*Dewey and Webby fighting from across the room*

[humanityinahandbag]

@jaybren No problem, my good dude

-

Eddie was going to die.

He was going to die right here, on this bed, in Steve Harrington's room.

He was going to die on the bed in Steve Harrington's room while Steve Harrington rummaged around inside of his closet.

See, here's the thing. The thing was.

The thing was that Steve had taken him upstairs. Just grabbed him by the wrist and told the kids that they'd be right back before walking him oh so calmly towards his bedroom.

Eddie didn't even get ask what they were doing before Steve was sandwiching his face between two large hands and kissing him.

Steve backed them up (still very much attached at the lips) until the backs of Eddie's knees hit the bed and he stumbled to sit.

And then, like it was just another Tuesday, Steve stepped, put his hands on his hips, and said, "alright so here's the deal."

Which was why Eddie was where he was now.

Dying.

"Alright. Here's the deal." Steve stood in front of the bed, hands on his hips. "I feel like we're just wasting time dancing around each other and we should just, yunno. Hop to it!"

Eddie stared.

"And I was gonna do this the right way. Take you out in the car. Really lay out the Harrington Charm and give you the whole experience. Because listen. And don't be upset. But I talked to Wayne about this, wanted to get an idea about what kind of flowers you liked, and he said that you've had a crush on me since High School. Which is, like, super sweet. So I figured you'd want the high school Harrington experience."

Eddie stared. He couldn't breathe. He was pretty sure his jaw was on the ground.

Not that Steve at all minded. "And I'm just gonna leave it all out on the court, Munson. I know you don't like labels, and I respect it. But I do like them. I like labels a lot. So we're gonna need to workshop some after this. Sound good?"

Eddie stared. When Steve raised an eyebrow he managed a little, "uh huh?"

Steve beamed. "Sweet!" And then he held up his hand. "Up top!"

Eddie's hand practically moved on its own, too confused to do anything else but tap his palm to Steve's.

"Oh!" Steve snapped his fingers. "That reminds me." He scurried over to his closet and took out a few jerseys, holding them out in front of himself. "Robin says I'm the most honest person about love stuff, which is true. So I'm gonna be honest with you right now. That shot you made? With the paper?" He shook his head, still beaming. "Hot, Munson. Very, very hot. And that got me thinking. You know what would be hotter? If I took him upstairs and put him into one of my old jerseys and give him a good first time."

Eddie made a sound in the back of his throat. Maybe the bats had killed him? Maybe he was actually dead this whole time and he'd ascended? He'd never believed in heaven, but this was cutting it real fucking close. Exceeding it, actually.

He finally managed a full, shaky breath. "Um... Harrington? Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"What, uh. What's happening?"

"Oh! Um. Well. We'd been flirting for a while, so I thought maybe I'd, yunno. Actually make a move?" His face fell. "Oh God, am I moving too fast? I always move too fast. Robin tells me I fall for people faster than the speed of... light? Sound? Whatever. I fall fast and-"

"Steve." Steve stopped talking. Eddie swallowed. His face must have been pink now. His fingers were clutching at the bedspread. He kind of wanted to cry. Might have already been crying, actually? Which. Was not cool. At all.

"Steve," he tried again. "I didn't even know you... you liked..." He floundered.

It took him a moment, but the understanding eventually cast a shadow across Steve and he took a step back. "You didn't... oh." He swallowed. "Shit. I'm sorry. If you want to just forget this-"

"I absolutely do not." Eddie was off the bed almost too quickly, and he steadied himself before grabbing Steve's arms. "Steven Harrington. I have been staring at you. For years. I just- I didn't think you'd look at. Yunno."

The light crept back into Steve's eyes, until his whole face could have lit up the dusk outside. "I'm looking at you right now, Munson." He leaned close and kissed the tip of Eddie's nose.

Eddie knew he was blushing.

Whatever. Blushing was metal, probably.

"Listen." Steve stepped back. "We can take it slow, I'm fine with that. We can just go on a few dates first and-"

Eddie's arm shot out, nabbing one of the jerseys out of Steve's hand. He held it in front of himself. And then, just because he could, he grabbed the other jersey, balled it up, and tossed it into Steve's laundry hamper. It landed oh so perfectly inside.

Steve grinned. There was something soft and sharp about it all at once, and Eddie tried to memorize it, store it away, etch it into his ribs.

"I'll grab stuff." Steve gave him a soft push, tugging gently on the curls that had fallen just in front of his face. "You get that on, Mister Three Pointer."

"Go team," squeaked Eddie and jumped onto the bed.

Story where Eddie spends weeks pining after Steve, mourning the loss of something that he can't have, becoming the physical manifestation of Gay Longing™.

To be clear; Steve is blatantly flirting with Eddie but getting zero traction because Eddie is essentially spending all of his time sighing out the window like a goddamn tragic hero because he'll never love me the way I love him.

And Steve can be patient. He can take his time. He can woo very softly and gently and wants to do this right without scaring Eddie off.

Until, after a frustratingly long D&D planning session, Steve watches from the couch between a fighting Dustin and Lucas, as Eddie tears out paper and balls it up before tossing it into a trashcan in what can only be described as a glorious nerdified three pointer.

And that would be the tipping point.

Because Steve Harrington is a goner for pathetic, half feral nerds.

But a pathetic, half feral nerd with a good arm?

Forget about it.

(Also, to be clear, Steve would use this moment to politely explain to a blue-screened Eddie that he'd very much like to ravish him while Eddie wears Steve's basketball jersey, pretty please.)

[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[golyadkin]

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[blu-ish]

Got a Polaroid camera for my birthday and instantly thought of these losers.

[kathaynesart]

What do you mean this wasn't them for most of Book 2?

[alexandriad]

jumping on the bandwagon with an ancient greek miku

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

whens megatron coming back

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this