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So...I made this while I was on class.
It probably doesn't look so good because my camera and that I don't know really how to draw. But I had the idea running all over my head today and it felt nice to let it be.
This is the badge of Specters/Team Charlie. And their motto is "fast foward, no rest".
Hope you like the draw 👍🏽
#ocs#oc#team charlie#alicia marchant#luke michaelis#jackson blackwell#edward jackson#elijah wilson#noah garcía#alexander christensen#elliot stevens#marcus lombardi#francis scott#nicholas fowlett#specters#first drawing#i...dont really have faith on my drawing skills#but i still like it#i can imagine this on their vests
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I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake
#no heart. no effort. no soul. it looks animated everytime cinematic scenes of Berk or the dragons shoe up what was the poiiint#httyd 2025#aweful set and costumes. barely any cool details. dry emotions. no man i hate it#httyd live action#httyd#how to train your dragon#the only good thing this is bringing that it's giving me a chance to wipe the memory of thw from my mind#lf btw. look at the fur detailson gobber's vest and also the lighting#in these screencaps#try and compare this to whatever the hell they're doing with the remake. is any of it present? no#it looks vooler and better in the animated medium#amd it would've looked good in live action if it wasn't a remake and had good artwork done with some heart to it#like. i can actually imagine a live action httyd looking amazing but not as a remake but as a book adaptation#with changed perspectives and story and cinematography#hey can't replicate the masterpiece#and you know what pisses me off even more?#They based Toothless on his THW model. not even the first movie's model#his movements are all so... wrong
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Thoughts on Akesumi?
not my cup of tea romantically but i do love their platonic dynamic
#its mostly i only see akechi dating men and imagine sumire heavily prefers women#i can deffo see the appeal its just not something that clicks fo me#asks & requests#akesumi#persona 5#p5#p5r#goro akechi#sumire yoshizawa#kasumi yoshizawa#ive done akesumi [metaverse] outfit swaps before but as a royal trio thing and im pretty sure before? i really solidified my#black mask redesign. also: i put akechi in sumis casual clothes for the outfit swap bc sumi doesnt modify her uniform except for the shoes#so id just be drawing akechi in the girls uniform for shuujin which is less recognisable as an ''outfit swap''#but i put sumi in akechis uniform/coat bc its MORE immediately recognisable as an outfit swap#sumire would wear akechi's casual clothing 100% its just an argyle vest and slacks#i also added a waist tie in a bow bc i put her hair down so she was missing her ribbon :> end notes
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Trigger warning: discussions of death. Not a main character, but it does happen. Lots of angst. Lots of hurt/comfort. I’ll post it in the tags as well.
Steve has a problem.
It’s not a big problem, not really, but his brain won’t let it go and is making it a bigger deal than it really is.
Eddie won’t ride in his car alone.
With the kids, sure; he’ll practically dive into the backseat, noogie Dustin, generally make a nuisance of himself.
But if it’s just the two of them? If Steve insists on driving, Eddie will take his van. There’s no problem if Steve wants to ride with Eddie. But the other way around? Eddie riding with Steve? That doesn’t happen. And Steve has no idea why.
“Talk to him, Dingus,” is Robin’s advice. He’d flip her off, but unfortunately he thinks she’s right: this is something they’re gonna have to talk through.
So Steve pulls on his big-boy pants and marches himself to the Munsons’ trailer, knocking on the door and waiting expectantly.
He doesn’t expect Wayne, but maybe he should’ve, because that’s who answers the door. “Hi, Steve. You’re here for Eddie, I bet, he’ll be in his room.” He moves aside to let Steve in, and Steve thanks him after a second before moving down the hall to Eddie’s room.
He hears him before he sees him; or, more accurately, he hears his guitar. He’s playing the acoustic tonight, instead of his usual sweetheart, so Steve knocks instead of walking in like he’d usually do.
The guitar stops, and Steve hears it being put down, hears a heavy sigh. “Wayne, I’m not really in the- oh.” He opens the door as he speaks and blinks at Steve. After a second, he smiles. “Hey, man, c’mon in.”
Steve blinks. “Uh. Are you okay?”
Eddie purses his lips. “Define okay. I’m not currently being eaten by bats, y’know? But playing the acoustic always reminds me of my Ma.”
“Ah.” Steve shifts. “Sorry, man. Maybe I should come back later.”
Eddie shrugs. “You’re here now, aren’t you? I can’t be that terrible company.”
Steve snorts. “No, I just… I had a question, but it can wait.”
Eddie tilts his head. “You do that a lot, y’know?” He turns, sits on his bed. Motions Steve into his room.
Steve sits next to him, more comfortable here than in his own room. “Do what?”
“Put yourself last.” He shrugs. “You can ask me. If I don’t wanna answer, I won’t.”
Steve scrunches his nose. “Okay, fine. Why won’t you ride in my car?”
Eddie frowns. “I do, though? Hell, I did what, two days ago? You, me and Dustin went to that comic store in Indy.”
“Okay, let me rephrase. Why won’t you ride passenger in my car, alone? Without any of the kids? And even two days ago you were in the backseat with Dustin.” He shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, I’m just curious.”
Eddie takes a breath. “No, it’s- yeah. You should know.” He clears his throat, grabs the acoustic again. Plays a riff of some sort, fingers dancing over the frets. “I think I feel like I have to save everyone. Or at least be in a position where I can save them, if the need arises.” He swallows, takes another breath. His fingers still. They tremble over the strings. “Did I ever tell you how my ma died?”
Now it’s Steve’s turn to inhale sharply. He shakes his head. “We can stop,” he says. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Eddie smiles ruefully. “I do, though.” He shakes his head. “I was… I was six. It was three days before my seventh birthday. We were driving home from the city. Ma was drivin’, an’ she let me sit in the front seat, since it was almost my birthday. Or- that’s what she said. I think it was so we couldn’t stop her. Couldn’t save her.” He swallows. His eyes are glassy. His accent is thick, the way it gets when he’s thinking about her, or when he’s emotional. His left hand grips the neck of the guitar tightly. Steve worries for his fingers. “We weren’t goin’ that fast, even, but forty’s enough when-” he shakes his head, looks away. Coughs out something that wanted to be a sob. Steve takes the guitar, takes Eddie’s hand. Puts the guitar down. Doesn’t let go of Eddie. “She unbuckled her belt. Dad didn’t see it. I did. Didn’t say anythin’. Maybe I should’ve, I dunno.” He squeezes Steve’s hand. “Then it all happened so fast… she smiled at me, an’ opened her door, an’ next thing I knew-” he wipes at tears on his cheeks. “D’you know what happens to a human head under the wheel of a car at forty miles an hour?”
Steve gasps, grips Eddie’s hand just as tightly. Pulls Eddie in when he begins to shake. “An’ I know why, now,” he whispers. “Dad weren’t good to her. I’unno what he done t’her. I know she did what she could. But I was there. I was right there.” He sniffles, trembles with the effort of keeping his sobs in. Somehow succeeds. “So that’s why. Figure if a kid were to try… I could stop ‘em. Figure if you were to try…”
“You could stop me.” Steve holds him tight. “I won’t,” he whispers. “I swear to you, I won’t.”
“I know,” Eddie whispers back. “But I gotta be able to try.”
“Christ, Eds,” Steve whispers. “I was gonna ask if you’re okay but that’s a stupid question.”
Eddie giggles, still teary-eyed. “Just a little bit.”
Steve pulls away to look him in the eye. “I’m staying tonight, okay? Nightmares are always worse after something like this.”
“Then you should go home,” Eddie argues. “Sleep while you can.”
“Nightmares are always easier with someone else.”
“Damn you, that’s true.” They both laugh a little.
Just then, Wayne comes in with two steaming mugs. “Listen to your boy, son,” he says to Eddie, handing over one of the mugs. He gives Steve the other with a wink. “Lavender tea with a shit ton of honey. Learned it from my ma.”
“Not my boy, Wayne,” Eddie grumbles, but thanks him for the tea anyways.
Steve thanks him too, and he winks again before leaving. Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’d apologize for him, but you’d just defend him.”
“Hey, I like Wayne.”
“I know. Sometimes I think you like him more than you like me.”
Steve chuckles. “Never. You’re my favorite.” He moves so they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, drinking their tea, leaning against each other. It’s peaceful, and soon enough Eddie’s yawning and dropping his head onto Steve’s shoulder. “Imma pass out soon.”
“Then let’s get you up to brush your teeth before you do.”
Eddie groans like the toddler he secretly is. “I don’t wanna.”
“Yeah, and you don’t wanna go to the dentist to get teeth pulled, either, now do you?”
“Shuddup.”
“Wow. Real master of words here. Really feeling that Dungeon Master power.”
Eddie thumps his arm, but snickers, and really that’s what Steve was going for in the first place, so he just smiles and leads Eddie to the bathroom.
Soon enough they’re in bed, tucked in next to each other, not quite packed like sardines and it’s only because of the heat outside that Steve isn’t more upset not to have more of a reason to touch Eddie. “Night, Eds,” he murmurs, smiling when Eddie rolls over to face him and is temporarily blinded by his own hair. Steve helps move his hair, grabs at Eddie’s hand when he’s done. “Wake me up if the nightmare doesn’t, okay?”
“C’mon, Steve, I can deal with them-”
“I know you can,” Steve answers. “But I want to be up if you are. I want to help if I can. Please, Eddie?”
Eddie sighs after a second. “Damn you,” he says, “I can’t say no to you.” He’s smiling, despite his words, so Steve smiles back.
“Thank you.”
“G’night, Stevie.”
“Night, Eds.”
Steve wakes up to Eddie crying out in his sleep. Even with his eyes closed, he’s got tears streaming down his cheeks. Steve sits up, turns on the lamp, and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Eddie?”
He rolls over, away from Steve, and continues sobbing. “Eds? Are you awake?” No answer, so Steve puts his hand back on Eddie’s shoulder and shakes a little. “Eddie, wake up!”
He’s up with an aborted yell and a flail of limbs, sitting up and staring into the darkness of his room, trembling. He sniffs and turns to face Steve, finally realizing he’s there, and Steve opens his arms for a hug.
He collapses into Steve’s arms, face mashed into the side of Steve’s neck, arms snaking around Steve’s torso to give an ineffectual tug. Steve takes the hint and inches closer until they’re practically hip-to-hip. “Y’wanna talk about it?” He asks. Eddie sniffs and shakes his head. “Y’want me to talk? To distract you?” Eddie nods. “Okay. Uh… I may have bitten myself in the butt with this one, ‘cause I’m not a great storyteller, not like you are, but did you know we actually met in middle school?”
No answer. “We did. Hawkins Middle was putting on its annual talent show. Now, back then, I was nobody. No one knew me, my name, my parents… nothing. I had one friend named Tommy, who I’d grown up with. Of course, you know him, and you know what happened between us, but he was my only friend back then. I didn’t tell anyone, but I signed up for the talent show. I didn’t even know what I wanted to do, I just knew I wanted to do something. I’ve always had a pretty decent voice, so I figured I could just sing, if I couldn’t figure out anything else to do. Knew I’d at least beat out Tammy Thompson.” He shifts so Eddie’s hair is no longer a choking hazard and pets his hand over Eddie’s head, doing his best to tame the wild curls. “So it’s the night of the talent show, right? And it feels like the whole school is there. I’m sitting backstage, peeking through the curtains, and am about to have my very first panic attack. Someone bumps into me and knocks me over. They tell me to watch where I’m going, even though I wasn’t moving. So now I’m on the ground, thinking about the crowd, and the noise is getting to be too much, and someone grabs my hand and it all… stops. Just like that. It’s silent, other than, like, a ringing sound in my ears. And this boy, the one who grabbed my hand, kneels in front of me, puts my hand on his chest-” Steve demonstrates, moving so he can grab Eddie’s hand and put it on his chest, just over his heart. “-and tells me to breathe with him. In, out. In, out. He raised his hand when we breathed in, and lowered it when we breathed out. In, out. In, out. And when my breathing’s calmed down, he tells me to name five things I can see. And you know what I said first?”
Eddie furrows his brows. “My… my hair?”
“Yup,” Steve nods. “But you’d just had it shaved off, so d’you know what I really saw first?”
“What?”
Steve giggles. “Your ears.”
Eddie groans and ducks his head, pressing his forehead into Steve’s chest. “Hated my ears.”
“I’m gonna say something that’s gonna sound mean, but is actually a compliment,” Steve warns him. “Your ears reminded me of Dumbo. I always loved that movie, the reminder that we don’t have to change who we are in order to be loved. That sometimes the things we hate most about ourselves, the things people tease us about the most, are actually the things that help us most, in the end.” He guides Eddie to lay down. “And I’m not saying your ears are what saved you. But I am saying they reminded me that everything, maybe, isn’t entirely hopeless.” He smiles, tucks Eddie’s hair behind his ear. Says, “I like your ears.”
Said ear burns red. “You’d be one of the few.”
“That’s okay.”
“What’s your thing? Your… ears?”
Steve hums. “Did you know I cried a lot as a kid? I was very emotional, very easily moved. My dad always hated it, so I learned to cover it up. But I think it’s what got me here in the end. I could’ve told Dustin I didn’t have time to help him, but I didn’t. I got roped into this whole mess, but it’s how I got to know him and the kids. It’s how I got to know Robin and you.”
Eddie smiles. “I’m glad you cried as a kid.”
Steve laughs. “Yeah. Me too.” He shifts, a little closer, a little more down the bed so their eyes are level. “D’you wanna talk about it?”
“There’s nothing I want less.”
“D’you think you can sleep?”
Eddie takes a breath. Steve feels the exhale over his cheek. “Maybe.”
“M’kay. Lemme know if you can’t.”
“Okay. I won’t.”
“Eddie.”
He giggles. “I’m kidding. I’ll let you know. I just… won’t stop talking at you until you answer.”
Steve hums, lets his eyes slip shut. “I’ll always answer.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, so soft. It makes something warm unfurl in Steve’s chest. “I know you will.”
Steve reaches out, squeezes Eddie’s hand in answer. Lets sleep drag him down the way it’s wanted to since he lay back down.
He doesn’t think about the fact that their hands are still clasped.
He’s the first one up in the morning, and he’s a little annoyed by it because they’d shifted during the night, so Steve is no longer facing Eddie.
His annoyance lasts for all of two seconds before he realizes there’s a warm weight behind him and over his hip, and he figures out it’s because Eddie is behind him, arm over Steve’s hip, fingers curled against the little bit of skin visible from Steve’s shirt riding up during the night.
Steve smiles, sighs, and lets his eyes sink shut again.
He doesn’t sleep, just kind of drifts, so he feels it when Eddie wakes up. He feels him tense in a stretch, feels his forehead press against Steve’s spine, feels his fingers curl farther into Steve’s stomach.
He feels Eddie wake up fully and realize the position he’s in. Feels him hum, then stiffen, slowly pulling away. Steve aches about it, but doesn’t move until he’s out of bed completely, taking the time then to roll over as if he’d just woken up. “M’rn’n,” he mumbles, not exaggerating the sleep-rough in his voice at all.
“Mornin’,” Eddie yawns. “How’d you sleep?”
Steve hums, stretches, sits up. “Think I should be asking you that.”
Eddie smiles. “I slept fine. Now how about you?”
“No more nightmares?”
“Not at all. Think you chased ‘em all away.”
“Good.”
“Steve.”
“What?”
“How did you sleep?”
“Oh. Fine. Great.”
Eddie hums, but takes his word for it, offers his hand to help Steve up, which he accepts.
“Can I ask you something that I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna want to answer?”
Eddie grins crookedly. “You can ask me anything, Stevie. If I don’t wanna answer, I won’t.” He sits back on the bed, next to Steve. “What is it?”
“What was your dad like?”
Eddie blows out a breath, looks away. “Jesus, first thing in the morning, too. Uh… y’know how you said your dad is a grade-A asshole?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. Last I heard, he’s in the state prison for the next… five? Ten? Years. I dunno, don’t really keep track. Was just little things at first, petty theft, then he got an ego and started stealing cars, met a guy who could clean ‘em, and he just…” he shakes his head. “Wayne says he got too big for his britches. I say he got what was coming to him. He tried to rob someone and it… didn’t go well. He got caught, the owner tried to scare him off, swung first, but it doesn’t matter who swung first when he’s dead and my dad was trespassing, right? Tried to say it was self-defense, but…”
“But he was trespassing,” Steve nods.
“Exactly. He got twenty-five for that, and it’s been… twelve years? So I guess he’s got… thirteen left. Not five or ten. Guess it feels like he’s been gone that long.” He sighs. “I went to live with Wayne before that, though… I had a friend, he was my best friend, and my dad… really didn’t like how close we were. Spit out a couple’a slurs, said something about sending me to a camp.” Steve’s breath catches. “I called Wayne that night. Poor guy drove that night, was there by… one in the morning? Picked me up and I’ve never looked back.” He shrugs, picks at his comforter. “Turns out Dad was right about me, but Wayne’s never had an issue, so.” He shrugs. His fingers belie his nerves.
“I think, if I were to ever tell my dad,” Steve says quietly, “a camp would be the least of my issues.”
Eddie’s fingers still for a second before continuing, not fidgeting quite as quickly as before. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have to tell him.”
“I think I do, though.”
“How so?”
“He’s got this… way. Of just proving himself right, every time. It’s why I haven’t left yet. He always finds a way to twist it around and show me I can’t make it on my own. Not on my Family Video salary.”
Eddie hums. “Maybe not on your own,” he admits. “But with a person or two? There’s Family Videos in other cities. Ask to transfer. Robin’s been making noise about heading to Indy, right?”
“I think she just wants out of Hawkins, and Indy is the only feasible place to her.”
“Very understandable. Where would you go, Steve? If you could go anywhere?”
Steve sighs. “That’s the problem, though. I can’t leave the kids.”
Eddie chuckles. “I should’ve known. Then why not find a place in between? Maybe on the edge of town?”
“We’re still both on a Family Video salary. I don’t think even combined we could afford anything.” Steve tilts his head. “You said a person or two. Who’s the other person?”
“Ah,” Eddie says. “Well, not to come between the platonic soulmates, but I’m sure Wayne would love to have his life back.”
Steve snorts. “Robin loves you almost as much as I do, Eds, of course you’re welcome.”
Eddie ignores that, for the sake of his own sanity. “Well,” he says instead. “Maybe it’s time to take a crack at those newspapers Wayne’s been hoarding.”
“Maybe it is,” Steve says, a strange sort of smile playing across his lips. “And I can ask people. You’d be surprised at the amount of gossip I hear at work.”
“Oh, I believe it, trust me. Or are you forgetting I use to hang around Sam Goody?”
“Oh, god,” Steve laughs, “I had forgotten that, yeah.” He sighs. “D’you think we would’ve been friends back then? If we’d known each other?”
“I don’t think so.” Eddie chews at his bottom lip. “Not because of you, but because of me. I was still stuck in that high school hierarchal shit, y’know? I would’ve seen you as an asshole jock even though you weren’t anymore.”
“I think I’m still working on it.”
“I think we’re all working on being who we want to be.” He stands and offers Steve a hand up with a grin. “And y’know what helps with that?”
Steve chuckles, places his hand in Eddie’s. “What’s that?”
“Pancakes,” he says decisively. “C’mon, let’s go bully Wayne into making us some.”
“And by bully, you mean ask once.”
Eddie hums. “Same difference.”
He waltzes into the living room, arms spread wide. “Sir Wayne! Our visiting prince has requested pancakes this fine morn.”
Wayne squints at him. “I’m your king, dipshit,” he says, lip quirked up in a smile as he winks at Steve. “Make your own damn pancakes.”
“Wayne!” Eddie cries. “Betrayal! Betrayal of the highest order!”
“You’ll live,” Wayne deadpans. Steve giggles.
Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne. “Fine,” he says. “We will make our own. But there shall be no extra for you, sir!”
Following him to the kitchen, Steve says, “We’ll make extra.”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Wayne returns, “but I’d ‘preciate it.”
In the kitchen, Eddie sighs with his head halfway in a cabinet. “Okay, so we don’t have mix.”
“That’s okay,” Steve says. “I can make them from scratch.”
“Or,” Eddie says, turning to Steve with a grin. “We can go out.”
“We could,” Steve allows. “But then Wayne wouldn’t get any.”
Eddie hops backwards onto the counter and leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Y’know how I said we wouldn’t have been friends if we’d met earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“It really would’ve been entirely my fault.” He sighs. “You’re just… so nice. And it would’ve been unbelievable, for me, because the Munson Doctrine dictates that all jocks are assholes and stay jockish assholes. I think what happened… had to happen, if we were gonna be friends.”
Steve worries his lip. “Then… is it bad if I say I’m glad it happened? If only for that reason?”
“Only if I’m also glad it happened, for that reason,” Eddie responds quietly. “Y’know the only other person I’ve told about my ma is Jeff?”
“I’m…” he pauses, scrunching his nose. “I wanna say I’m honored, but that sounds weird.”
Eddie chuckles. “I know what you mean, Stevie.”
Steve nods, and they stay there for a minute, looking at each other, until Steve looks away with a sigh. “Alright,” he says, pancakes?”
Eddie gusts out a sigh. “Please.”
Steve chuckles and shoves the flour towards Eddie. “Here. Two cups.”
Eddie frowns. “Only?”
“For now. We can always make more later if we need to.”
Eddie shrugs, but nods at Steve, as if deferring to his expertise. “D’you have eggs?”
“Uh.” Eddie checks the fridge, then the cabinet. “No, but we’ve got Spam?”
Steve snorts. “That works. Wanna cut up a can and fry it?”
“Works for me.”
And so they work, side by side, until breakfast is ready and they’re all three eating side by side.
After, Wayne stretches in his seat, glances at the clock, and mutters something underneath his breath as he gets up. “Thanks for breakfast, boys. Steve, you gonna be here for dinner?”
“Uh,” Steve says, glancing at Eddie. “Unless Ed kicks me out.”
“Never,” Eddie swears.
“I’ll pick up burgers on my way back,” Wayne decides. “That work for you two?”
“Definitely,” Eddie nods.
“Sure. Thank you, Wayne.”
“Son,” Wayne starts, then shakes his head.
Steve gets the message: he belongs here. His cheeks burn. “Thanks, Wayne,” he murmurs.
Wayne ruffles his hair as he passes.
“So,” Eddie asks, once it’s just the two of them. “Any plans for the day?”
Steve makes a face. “I gotta work at two, but I’m free till then.”
Eddie snorts. “Lemme guess, you’re working alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Well not today!” Eddie says brightly. “Why don’t I come with?”
Steve blinks. “Because… why would you?”
“Cause you’re my friend, Stevie. I wanna hang out with you but I can’t do that if you’re at work and I’m here.”
Steve snickers. “I guess we can talk about moving in together. Tuesdays are always the slowest day of the week.”
“Yeah! Wayne’s got the papers around here somewhere.” He trails off, looking around, then bounds over to the TV with a triumphant, “Ha!” He reaches into the crate the TV’s sitting on and pulls out a stack of newspapers. “Okay, we don’t want anything from last year… beginning of this year might be too old…” he hesitates, looking at Steve. “Maybe since Spring Break? A lot of people moved out.”
Steve hums, moves closer. “Good point. There’s bound to be something on the edge of town.” He sighs as he sits next to Eddie. “The only problem is Robin doesn’t have a car, or even her license. And if I’m working here, and she’s trying to work in Indy, how’s she gonna get there?”
“Well,” Eddie begins, “who says you have to stay at Family Video? Why not stretch your wings out? Try something else? Indy’s a big city with lots of opportunity. How about this.” He shifts so he’s facing Steve. “If you could do anything in the world, work anywhere, what would you do? Where would you work?”
Steve fidgets with his pant leg as he thinks. “A bakery,” he decides softly.
Eddie stills for a moment. “I feel like I should’ve seen that coming. You’d be a great baker, Steve. Or if you want to just sell the baked goods, you’d be great at that, too. Hawkins is small enough we don’t have need for a bakery. Not when you can get everything you need at Melvald’s. But Indy’s big. I pass by two bakeries every time I head into the city.” He puts a hand on Steve’s knee. “Stay at Family Video for now. But when we move, you can apply to those places. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Steve nods. He can feel his cheeks heating up, feel the excitement coursing through his body. “You really think I could?”
“Steve.” Eddie sighs. “I think you are so much better than you see. I think you can do anything.”
“I dunno about anything.” Steve ducks his head as he blushes. “But, uh. Thank you.”
Eddie smiles. “For?”
Steve looks up at him. His breath catches, for a second, at the look in Eddie’s eyes. He looks away with a shrug even as his cheeks heat up. “Believing in me, I guess.”
“Anything,” Eddie promises again.
Steve looks at him again. Really looks, even as his cheeks heat uncomfortably warm. “…Anything?”
Without looking away, Eddie grabs his hand. Rubs his thumb over Steve’s knuckles. Whispers it again.
Steve leans in and kisses him.
Eddie kisses back.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#starambles#tw character death#cw character death#I’m imagining Eddie goes to Family Video with Steve that day and eventually puts on a vest another employee had left there#He does more work than Steve#Except for when the old ladies who hate Eddie on principle come in#Eddie finds out Steve can out-bitch them#He falls more in love#He does in fact have to excuse himself to the back after that. Yes they kiss about it later#I literally googled ‘human head getting run over at 40mph’ and I think the FBI agent in my phone is officially Worried#Oh well. He knows I’ve seen worse#Also in case you were wondering. I couldn’t find any concrete answers. But I got Enough#No beta we die like Eddie’s mom apparently????#(Too soon?)
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I will need 3-5 business days to catch my breath from this picture
#there’s something about this shirt and vest combination that turns me into a maniac#and the way his hair curls around his neck!!!!#i’m going feral about it!!!!!#also HANDS#he’s got those big thick hands that look strong but also gentle 😫#and that expression?#the intensity and determination and fearlessness?#why is his tongue not in my mouth right now#there are so many buttons on his outfit#i like to imagine personally unbuttoning and unbuckling every one#i mean just LOOK AT HIM#can you honestly say you wouldn’t be on your knees for this man every night?#he can have his horse back i’ll just ride him instead#3:10 to yuma#russell crowe#ben wade
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#yakketyyak art#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#he insisted on holding the position so Maria made him the vest#u can imagine that it’s cute and hand sewn or whatever but realistically she just wrote on it w a permanent marker#ark siblings#the last on the list is a pointed barb towards my uni’s accessibility office that didn’t give me the accommodation I needed the most lmao
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If time lords regenerate and their new body it’s born with make-up, earrings, etc. can they take them off or it’s like… stuck with them forever?
#ex: the general in heaven sent#who regenerated into a woman with eye shadow#like can she take it off or…?#Can 14 take his pants and vest off?#can u imagine if they were stuck forever#(yes I know that he can take his jacket and tie off#but I’d be so funny if he couldn’t take the rest of his clothes off#bc he was regenerated with them#13 was born with her ears pierced#can they close ???#or like they’re pierced forever ??#sasa rambles#doctor who#dr who#dw#the doctor#13th doctor#thirteenth doctor#regeneration
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New headcanon crocodile is fucking colorblind
Canon, next
#Moon posting#Asks#OP Meta#Cross Guild#My conspiricy theory is that they tried to like. Color Code Cross Guild and make sure the three didn't have same Theme Colors#Like Mihawk's dark magenta got switched out for yellow for some god forsaken reason#And I can only imagine that's because Buggy is already themed with the color red (not just the nose but his outfit too)#And the color red is lowkey representative of the main leadership position in OP#(Saw a post the other day about how Luffy wears red when he's the captain of his ship)#(But when he abandons his duties as a captain to go save Ace he wears yellow in Marineford)#(And yellow is the color he's associated with as one of the ASL brothers. So he goes save Ace not as a captain but as a brother)#IDK why they picked YELLOW for Mihawk of all fucking colors but my point is#If they wanted to do the main Primary Colors for Cross Guild then I GUESS making Crocodile's vest blue makes sense#And I guess going magenta -> yellow and green -> blue makes the most sense???#But yeah considdering green is ARGUABLY Crocodile's theme color I think it would've made more sense if they had kept it#(Like yes he wears that orange vest + blue in his Alabasta outfit and Marineford is like. Mostly neutrals)#(But the giant green furcoat and the green neck-thing are still quite iconic imo)#I'm sure I'm over thinking it#It's a mess regardless
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you know who else looked good this season ……..
#ʬʬ.sosa speaks.com#idk what happened to him but whatever it is KEEP AT IT#the stubble the eye bags the grown out hair#MMMMMMMMMMMN#give me that detective neow!#he needs a stress reliever and i’m just the woman for the job#and those military vests he stay wearing look so good on him#i can only imagine the bodyyy underneath them clothes#I’m his wife waiting at home for him 🫶🏾🫶🏾
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I've wanted to make this ever since I finished fixing Jack's textures
(click here for a full review)
#IMAGINE I debunked the reason why he looks so strange in BL3 with this fucking meme#one can dream lmao#also ignore how Rhys' vest looks I still haven't figured out how to fix it in ue#borderlands#tales from the borderlands#handsome jack#rhys strongfork#tftbl#rhack#SPrenders
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shadow the hedgehog is maria's medical alert/emotional support/service animal and send
#paige chatter#shadow the hedgehog#can you imagine him wearing a little vest with patches that read things like ''working hedgehog. do not distract'' or ''do not pet''#i'm sure people have already thought of this before; but i was thinking about it last night and made myself chuckle lol
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i just had a dream that nick and roger were playing around during rehearsal with gongs and then when rick tried to start playing around with them, nick just did this fluoride stare and roger just side eyed the hell out of rick
#im so heartbroken#this is how i imagine their dynamics#and it’s why i get sad learning that they all gradually grew apart ):#like guys you need to be best buds for the sake of ME being happy#your lore is already bad enough so why can’t you guys be besties#like what if they really didn’t like rick#what if this actually happened where roger and nick only saw themselves as a duo#like what if they were like mean high school exclusive cliques#to be honest this dream reminded me of myself and how i tried to fit in with a lot of different groups in school to no avail#rick is me and i am he#david wasn’t in this dream but i did dream about him yesterday#it was just him as he is now walking in this jet terminal ?#and for some reason he was being ushered by these people in safety vests#while his wife polly was talking to me and my best friend about him#i don’t know what she was saying but i remember thinking wow this lady really fucks with her bae#pink floyd#richard wright#david gilmour#roger waters#nick mason#syd barrett#also after all of that the dream turned into my bedroom and for some reason i had TONS of BEAUTIFUL pink floyd posters that looked amazing#the colors were so vibrant#the posters were dsotm-esque#but still amazing#im a yapper what can i say
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me whenever the short story "something ends, something begins" is mentioned, or not even mentioned, but i have an opportunity to mention it myself
#it is my FAVORITE... if i may bestow such a title... but it's like the witcher fandom's best kept worst-forgotten secret#i love jokes i love in-jokes and i love non-canon presents and silly imaginings that will never be real#im sorry the bouquet looks a little cheap at least it is of white roses which is what yennefer had#i was too busy focusing photoshopping a folk vest on elmo's little body#because i wish to eat a third donut#witcher memes#the witcher#story: something ends something begins#the witcher books#i mean sesb just has some of my favorite favorite moments of all time#''course i know. that's why i don't get married' top 10 dandelion-est dandelion moments#nenneke being their officiant... AUGH#ciri having teenage angst (intense revenge fantasies) so much she almost couldn't enjoy her parents' wedding#GERALT CALLING CIRI HIS DAUGHTERRRR#(which doesnt even happen in the saga if you can believe it!)#yennefer healing ciri and dirtying her dress...#ciri#yennefer#geralt of rivia#dandelion#geralt and yen finally getting hitched and dandelion giving a toast (or roast ?)#wishing the couple a great wedding night for which yennefer kicked him in the shin... so in character i love it
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my vision is [feed jerry? jerry?? i want you to fuck me, jerry. Fuck Me! me / git it] & this plant repeatedly trying to fuck seymour &/or audrey & [consider the angle that is orin is to audrey as audrey ii is to seymour] & in the end as the plant is trying to fuck / eat audrey anyways & seymour is intervening to get fucked / eaten himself unforch like here comes the real ones ending: we segue the strategic flirtation of Alright Fine Sure I'll "Feed" You into fucking the plant. femme fatale with it: trust yourselves & each other a little more & we get the dramatic Ax Raising but this time for audrey the original going to town on the stem/base or whatever & we live happily ever after (with a ;) if you want, of course, sure, perfectly pertinent enough. especially ;) if you interpret it as perhaps having to fuck another plant to death) and i grab you by the front like That's Right They Ought To Get Away With The Deaths, And More
#we could also make sure the seymour & orin homosexuality scene is even hornier than usual but it's not that important to me#whereas like say. during seeing the film for the first time i did not really think about [wow sexual] that much at any point#in a way i cared about anyways lol but to me it's like well that's for the damn plant. thinking about it re: orin eh whatever#thinking about it re: the damn plant like gimme two seconds: right yeah of course#also nodding when they show off the vine technology by snaking it up seymour's vest to caress his face like yes very impressive#lsoh#my vision. and you think like ''truly it'd be more difficult to fuck the guthrie amorphophallus titanum audrey ii design''#like nodding sagely in some ways yes. but gimme two seconds: yes can imagine managing it. things are worth a little effort#winning that it's a coinflip whether people go ''wow this design is so phallic'' Or ''wow this design is so yonic'' you go girl....#you don't even need [visuals for this plant to already be gnc] here....but it helps!#what would seymour/audrey ii be called. what is seymour/audrey i called. audrey squared or whatever in that combo. 2 audrey 2 yurious#twomour? tricky to parse but things are worth a little effort. fucking the plant better not be that niche amongst Little Shoppers. c'mon.
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I finally got the romanced spawn!Astarion epilogue and my first epilogue in the game I'm ,,,,,,,,,,
I need to lie down
#listen#I mean we could talk at length about how amazing it is that they added the epilogue to the game and how it rounds up all the character arcs#people have been talking about it at length and I dont know if I have anything new to contribute#but I have to talk about the 6 months you get to spend with your romanced companion#the way they just opened it up to the player's imagination while simultaneously making it so warm and meaningful#Astarion saying the last 6 months with tav counterweights the 200 years of torment healed me on levels deeper than i can comprehend#all the characters stressing how they should keep in touch which is so important to do with your friends irl in such a busy world#the immeasurable spark of creativity this game provided to so many people is SO IMPORTANT#since yesterday I've been imagining what my tav and Astarion have been up to during those 6 months#I've been imagining Shadowheart in her hut#Halsin restoring the Shadowlands#Jaheira rebuilding Baldurs Gate#I've been experiencing CHILDLIKE WONDER OF IMAGINATION at 28 fucking years old#in the past 2 months this piece of media has been a life vest in the ocean of hopelessnes#and now I get to live on and create these stories in my head#something that I thought I'd lost#art 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌#im just so grateful#bg3#bg3 epilogue spoilers
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THAT LOOK 💔🔪KILL ME🔪💔
#the way he slowly rolls up those pretty brown eyes in the second gif. FUCK.#Imagine standing or sitting across from him and he gives you THAT look. I'm yanking him by that stupid sweater vest & collar#and dragging his ass to the closet bathroom so he can ruin me 'til I can't walk.#Wes Borland#Limp Bizkit#nu-metal#Black Light Burns#down the rabbit hole#Wesley giving me that WAP on Wes Borland Wednesday
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