#dad!jeremy

[ofsunshineandfoxes]

Kevin saying “they’re mediocre at best but they’re easier to get along with” about the foxes vs the ravens is wild

When you think of the fact that the foxes are known for being a lineup of basically delinquents this must be mad to hear like I don’t think there’s enough credit given to how crazy of a statement that’s got to be to everyone else

[wulfhalls]

love how aegon v was like guys. this incestuous inbreeding is whack we gotta THINK. we're doing politically advantageous marriages now. and all he got for his troubles was: first born marrying a low born for love and falling out of the line of succession. incestuous love match. gay. and grandmother of robert of roberts rebellion fame

[puppetlefty]

Accidentally made the bi flag.. or was it an accident?… no, it was. Anyway more AU art while I’m sick in bed

[beanzbeanz001]

Evolution of Micheal’s friend group (even tho it’s sorta mark focused whatever)

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

“I got you.”

[kunimilktea]

Made a proper ref and doodle page for the koricove baby 👍

Safe to say Kai's not winning the idgaf award 😂😂😂 i guess being a huge softie runs in the family

[jevilowo]

I love dates in the tf2 lore. I love knowing exactly when stuff happened. Which makes THIS THING I JUST FOUND a BEAUTIFUL MIRACLE

You've seen this image before, but have you noticed the dates on the prison card thingies? Presumably this is written the American Way (the writers are so american they make Scout and Sniper both call their mothers "mom" despite preferring "ma" and "mum" respectively, as shown previously SEVERal times), so Spy and Scout were arrested on

The 7th of September, 1972.

We can do a lot with this information.

Mann Co was taken over by Grey and Olivia half a month before this: roughly the 23rd of August

Contrary to popular belief, most of the comics have to take place in 1973! Seeing as 6 months after late August is late February.

This also means Scout had to have been born in 1946/7. Not sure about Sniper, I have yet to overanalyse the New Zealand timeline paragraph. I'll get to it eventually.

Medic implies in comic 6 that our mercs have worked together for "at least eight years", while talking about the lore breaking Demo eyeball halloween thing. Assuming the "at least" confusion is over the 1972 Halloween they missed while not working together, the Teufort Nine were hired in 1964.

(I've almost mentally rationalised the lore breaking eyeball as a thing they do at like 4am after regular Scream Fortress shenanigans. Almost.)

Scout claims he has known Ms Pauling for six years. During the War! update, Demoman is unfamiliar with Ms Pauling (he knows she works for the administrator, but thats it), so we can assume that is the point she started working more closely with the mercs, and also 1966/7

I really need to go back to actively working on my timeline instead of passively wondering at 11pm "hey what time of year is it in the comics" and going down a rabbit hole.

Uh if you want to build off this, feel free to, but tell society twas I, the great and nobel Jevil_Owo, who first conceptualised all this.

UPDATE! This post seems to be picking up reblog steam again, so now is a good time to say I was WRONG about the mercs being hired around 1964.

This blog post from 2009 claims the WAR update took place in 1962, meaning the mercs have to have been hired in early 1962 at the latest.

Seeing as Scout would have been 15/16 in 1962, and as that's kind of the youngest one can be hired for just about anything, I'd assume it actually is 1962 they were hired. Ok thats enough I just felt it was my duty as Person Timelining to update people on this Discovery.

[city-m0rgue]

i love the contrast between alastor and vox’s rivalry and alastor and lucifers “rivalry” 😭

in “stayed gone” alastor keeps his cool until the very end while vox freaks out and tries desperately to prove he’s better. alastor is still chill even though this rivalry has been going for so long. vox still doesn’t manage to piss him off

the difference here is alastor randomly decided to spark up a fight, with fuckin LUCIFER. lucifer actually manages to piss alastor off to the point of getting him to swear (damn swearing to the king of hell), and alastor actually gets mad over a random ass conflict.

alastor doesn’t even frustrated over a rivalry that’s been going on for years, he doesn’t even break a sweat, but when he decided to fuck with lucifer he turns red

[holmesandwhatson]

never underestimate the power of granada holmes to cheer you up

[laiiaaa]

DILF CARMY PLEASE

(18+) thinking abt this so hard. having two little ones and he’s just the best husband you could ask for. fucking each other late at night to show appreciation <3

He’d been driving you crazy lately. Not in a bad way, necessarily—but you couldn’t focus when he was around, him being all buff-armed and tattooed and such a good father. A good dad. Taking his girls to school, learning to braid for them (and for you, so you didn’t have to do it every time), packing their lunches, shimmying pink sparkly shoes onto tiny feet, reminding you every day how much he loves you and the family you’ve brought into his life.

So it’s hard to tell whether the heat between your thighs tonight is because of him being so good, or if it’s the way his white tee rides up to show his happy trail when he scratches at his neck, or if it’s the wine you’d started to drink as he put the girls down to bed. Maybe it’s the fact this is the first time in a while when neither one of you was dead tired. Maybe it’s his rough hands against your soft curves that has you hazy. Maybe it’s everything about him.

It doesn’t matter so much. You’d take him any way he asks—and in a heartbeat.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, chin tucked to his chest to watch right where he’s pushing inside. His hands grip the fat of your ass firm in the way that has your stomach churning, using his grip to fuck you just a little harder—just hard enough to make it impossible for you to stay quiet. “Ridin’ me so fuckin’ good, huh?”

“Fuck, Carm—” You collapse into his chest, half-tired and half-euphoric as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and whine into his ear. “C-ooh, my God—…Can’t—”

“Shhh…” He snakes a hand up your back all the way to the base of your skull and cups his hand there to keep you close and muffle your whines—or, at the very least, have them spilling into his ear instead of open air. “Gotta quiet down, honey, the girls are asleep.”

“Mmmmm,” you hum, bottom lip tucked between teeth, hands hooked on his shoulders to help pull you back and forth on his cock. “Want it so bad.”

“What’s that? You wanna cum?” Without a moment of hesitation, he’s bringing the both of you to lay on your sides, hiking your leg over his hip you pull you in tight just like you deserve—to have him surrounding you, pounding into your pussy, murmured praises into your ear while your whines vibrate against his chest. “C’mon, baby, be good f’me…”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, clawing at his back, hiccuping to stifle wanton moans, struggling to grind back into his thrusts, and he’s so fucking in love with you that he can’t think about anything else.

“So good, Carm, feels so so so good—”

“Yeah, I know, angel,” he chuckles, “So fuckin’—fuck, yeah, so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ pretty—bein’ too loud, baby—” He smothers your face in kisses before holding your jaw firm and still, brows furrowed with pleasure when he swallows down your moans, kissing you harder to keep you quiet when you’re left reeling and coming on his cock.

By morning, of course, you’ll have been sated. He’ll wake you up with languid kisses and careful palms along the curves of your body before pulling you from bed, easing the soreness in your back with strong hands, adoring you in the clothes he slipped over your frame before you drifted off to sleep—his clothes.

And once your girls come bounding into the kitchen, getting scooped up into Carmen’s arms while you sip on your coffee, you’re practically ready to do it all over again.

[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

[dykevanny]

from every voice, the same question rings:

[puppetlefty]

Oh my god I didn’t die? No I went to college and I’m busy. Another comic…

[beanzbeanz001]

Au lore 🫶🫶

[polymathart]

These Varian flashbacks are gonna keep me up at night.

[jerimovich]

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