#it was supposed to be lavender

[canisalbus]

Trying to figure out modern Ludovica.

[motherismotheringggg]

woke up still down EGREGIOUSLY for this man 😭

[fraternum-momentum]

BLOOD ! BLIP BLOP 🤸‍♀️

[estrellami-1]

Lavender Letters

Part 10

Eventually everyone leaves. Eventually Eddie stays behind, first with the pretense of helping Steve clean up, though that pretense is shattered the second Robin looks at Steve.

Chrissy’s taking her home, though, so it’s not like she has any rocks to throw.

They do clean up. The stereo is turned off, all bottles and glasses are taken to the kitchen, and all chip bowls—empty of everything but chip dust—are dumped into the trash. Eddie catches Steve at the sink, crowds him in, draws him upstairs.

Takes him apart slowly, reveling in his whines and writhes, breathless with want, with the thought that he gets this.

It’s after that Steve speaks up. “What is this?” He whispers. “What are we?”

Eddie tugs Steve in more securely, runs a hand through his hair. Smiles when Steve sighs, boneless on Eddie’s chest. “What do you want to be?”

Steve shakes his head. His hair tickles Eddie’s neck. His fingers tighten nearly imperceptibly around Eddie’s side, slotting in between his ribs. “I don’t want you to agree to something you don’t want.”

“Then let me tell you what I want, and you can take what you want.” He rolls them over, cages Steve in underneath him. Leans in to nip at his lips. “Steve Harrington, I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I saw you. I started falling in love then started standing on tables because it was the only way I knew to protect myself. I fall fast and I love hard and it tends to drive people away but I don’t know any other way to love. I never did anything, never said anything, because I’m Al Munson’s son and bad luck is attracted to that name. I thought there was no way I could ever have you. Then you started writing your letters, and I realized who you were, and I realized something else.”

“What?” Steve whispers.

“I’m also Elizabeth Newark’s son. I’m Wayne Munson’s nephew. And those are great things to be, great names to be associated with. And I realized maybe I can have this. I can have my cake and eat it, too.” He teasingly pinches Steve’s hip, then pets a soothing hand over the spot when Steve squirms. “That’s me. That’s how I feel. What do you want to take from that?”

Steve’s silent for a minute. “I fall hard and fast, too,” he admits in a whispers. “And… and girls liked it, at first, because they had my attention all the time. But it got too… suffocating. For them. The longest relationship I ever had was with Nancy and she broke my heart. It’s still healing. I can’t promise I’ll always react the right way. I can’t promise I won’t be annoyingly clingy, because I don’t know how else to be. I noticed you the moment you first stood on a table and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t get you off my mind. It took Robin and an NDA to shake it loose and make me realize why. I have scars and nightmares from things I can’t tell you about. But I want all of you, if you’re willing to give it to me.”

Eddie rests their foreheads together. “I’m going to tell Wayne,” he murmurs. “And I’m sure you’re going to tell Robin. But when I do, I’d like to call you my boyfriend.”

Steve grins, eyes nothing more than slits. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Eddie whispers, and kisses him.

It’s a terrible kiss, they’re both smiling too wide to do anything, but it’s fantastic at the same time because Eddie rolls back over onto his side and Steve follows, staring at Eddie. “What?” He asks, “do I have something on my face?”

Steve shakes his head. “Just your face,” he whispers.

Really, what’s Eddie supposed to do, not kiss him? He does, thoroughly, pulling back with a chuckle when Steve yawns. “Sorry,” Steve says around it, cheeks lighting up in a blush.

Eddie shakes his head, taps Steve’s nose with his finger. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. “Let me keep the nightmares away.”

Steve tucks in close, puts his nose in Eddie’s neck. “M’kay,” he murmurs, and does.

Before long there’s soft breaths puffing against his clavicle. Eddie pulls the blanket up more securely around their shoulders, tucks Steve in best he can. Lays awake for as long as he can, memorizing the face he’s seen a million different times, a million different ways, but never so relaxed as he is right now.

Steve sighs in his sleep, throws an arm over Eddie’s chest. His fingers slot between Eddie’s ribs again, and Eddie has one thought as he drifts off.

Maybe our bones were made for each other.

[shiroganeryo]

BSD Rarepair Week, day 7: Rain

They got separated from their groups during a joint mission and unfortunately rain found them first.

White clothes and dark-colored underwear are a troublesome combo in this kind of situation...

[elderwisp]

[citrusdownn]

whispers of freedom and love spoken to flowers

[margaretnobbs]

Little dance

+ silly fusion sketch

[potatobugz]

i feel as if im going mad so im going to just put this out here. real quick. movieunleashers starters ramble.

i cant stop thinking about how mudkip broke down in that one scene in "Typomaniac," when Chespin called him mean. for a second he lets his mask slip a little bit and to me he just... acts his age. he starts crying and calls chespin mean back. maybe im just hyperfocusing on this one detail but mudkip is about 12 years old.

and that just makes me wonder what happened in this guys life that brought him to where he is now. and it makes it all the more tragic how his whole world revolves around chespin, but he is the one bringing him the most pain. and how young he was when he died.

there is a large theme of growing up in "Rare Candy." the characters ages are emphasized in that particular episode, and one of the main conflicts is fennekin wanting to evolve faster.

the thing about characters in these stories is that they're not allowed to just be kids, to have a childhood. so many bad things happen to them. like. mudkips whole, Everything. fennekin when she was famous in typomaniac, or dealing with her own insecurities/pressure from society about her relationship w chespin. and chespin always having to shoulder his friends problems & always somehow managing to stay positive despite everything.

why cant they just. play video games. eat ice cream or something. go to the movies

at the end of the day, i think both mudkip and fennekin are characters who grew up too fast. by distancing himself from them, chespin refused to follow in their footsteps and just wanted to stay a kid.

good for him.

[kerosene-artist]

did I quick sketch of my little killjoy AU version of Dan and Phil, this is Dan 👍

[clockworkvampyre]

im curious if you have any specific thoughts on drebber's sexuality/romantic orientation, and how he'd function in relationships (both in university and in the canon setting)

honestly he’s always striked me as pretty aroace to me, i don’t know i feel like he’d be the type to not really be interested in romance primarily cause he wouldn’t be able to maintain any kind of healthy relationships lmao. and it would also take away time from any productivity, maybe. that’s also why i don’t ship him with anyone, it’d feel lowkey out of character but i guess that’s just my opinion

[canisalbus]

i've returned for 2 seconds to tell you that they're not leaving my head. (sort of unrelated but i've been thinking as well. what if vasco died before machete ? what would go down)

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[maxdibert]

which Harry Potter characters do you think you’d get along with in real life? Not necessarily your favorites or the ones you like the most but the ones you think could actually be friends with

I've been thinking about this question for days because it's really hard for me to separate my opinion of the characters from a more personal perspective, but I think I’ve got a few answers.

I would’ve gotten along really well with Lavender and the Patil twins, especially because they have that energy of girls who love horoscopes and girly stuff. I absolutely love having people like that in my life because you can hang out, have some wine, and talk about silly things like in Sex and the City. Maybe they wouldn’t have been my best friends or part of my usual group, but they seem like fun girls you can relax with and have light-hearted conversations. We would’ve read those silly Witch Weekly quizzes together and gone to Divination class, having a blast because I’m a horoscope girl who loves talking about Mercury retrograde, and they totally give off that vibe. So, 100% match for me.

I think I would’ve gotten along well with Fleur too, because she has that vibe of a snooty French girl who seems stuck-up but is actually super sweet and caring. I love girls like that—sassy and a bit unpleasant on the surface, but with good hearts. Most of my friends are very Fleur-coded, so maybe that’s why I’m always defending her when people say Ginny had a right to be mean to her (Ginny both as a character and as a type of girl really gets on my nerves). It might’ve been tough at first because French people can be... special, but since I’ve lived in France, I know how to handle them. I’d totally be that friend telling Fleur that her future mother-in-law is a nightmare and not to care about her because she’s a queen and a goddess, and Molly Weasley can take a hike. Basically, the same advice I always give my friends: "You're too pretty to care about what others think" (I’m the best psychologist, lol).

I probably wouldn’t have been friends with Luna, but I think I’d have liked her from a distance. She’s so unapologetically herself, and I respect that a lot. I don’t think we’d have formed a deep bond, but there would’ve been mutual respect. The same goes for Cho—friendly but not close. We’d have chatted occasionally, supported each other after Cedric’s death, and shared a good rapport without becoming actual friends.

I think I would’ve liked McGonagall as a teacher. I love elegant older women who are very strict—they command my respect. I have trouble recognizing male authority figures, but women like her would’ve earned my respect easily. I would’ve admired how badass and cool she is, especially as a teenager.

If it weren’t for her being a classist and supremacist, I probably would’ve thought Narcissa Malfoy was a MILF icon. Like, “If I ever become a mom, I want to be that elegant and stunning at 40.” Honestly, even with her awful personality, I’d probably still think that. Something about elegant middle-aged women really resonates with me—I hope I have that kind of presence and poise when I hit my 40s.

I’m realizing I’m only talking about women, but I’m a girl’s girl, and men generally give me mental gangrene—especially straight men. Canonically, 99% of the men in the series are straight and unpleasant in very masculine, off-putting ways. I’d like to say I’d have been friends with Severus, but let’s be real—he would’ve been more of a sexual attraction than anything else. It’s basic and cliché, but he’s 100% my type. Even as a teacher, I would’ve found his grumpiness entertaining. So he doesn’t count here because I’m talking about potential friendships, not crushes. If we're talking crushes, though, my therapist knows that unstable men with severe emotional issues are exactly my type.

As for other guys... maybe Harry, but not as a close friend—more like a friendly acquaintance. He wouldn’t have annoyed me, but we wouldn’t have had much in common. His life revolved around Quidditch, and I would’ve found that painfully boring. I would’ve hated Quidditch culture and thought people obsessed with it were basic and mentally stunted. But personality-wise, he would’ve been fine—a decent guy, just a bit dense at times but generally good-hearted.

And Sirius... if he hadn’t been a bully and a spoiled rich kid playing progressive, he probably would’ve been a fun party friend. Not someone for a deep friendship (those can exist in platonic relationships too), but definitely the guy you call when you want to go out and have a wild night but no one else is available. He seems like the type you’d hang out with and say, “Let’s go home early tonight,” only to wake up 200 kilometers away at a rave with no idea how you got there. But that’s assuming he wasn’t a bully, because if I’d seen him being awful, I wouldn’t have wanted to be within 10 kilometers of him.

[greenteaandtattoos]

you know, i didn't realize that you could have a hyperfixation on a color until i had a cart full of thrifted green clothes and i was wondering why when lavender is my favorite color but i have barely any lavender clothes and my friend went, "it's the autism" and i was like ohhhhhh yeah alright that makes sense.

[karlyboyyy]

His hands are as cold as his nonexistent heart

[jazz-kity]

what the hell!!! he just like me