#just us and your friend Steve

[beargyufairy]

I can't believe that it's finally me and you

And you and me

Just us

And your friend Steve

Do-do-do-do-do-do, Steve

[samd1o1]

I love my fashion sense in DBD because it's just:

Goth Girl

Gothic Vampire

STEVE

[rabbitmotifs]

the sleeping arrangements because my two friends have been dating for years and ive never stopped sleeping over

[qipsir]

Many many months ago, I was lurking in a friend's stream while he was playing VALORANT

And I had the thought of what if I wrote a script and made a short film that followed one of the characters through a match to show what it would be like to be actually in the game Wreck-It Ralph style.

It only ever got as far as "that would be so cool" and talking about how I'd handle different games, but at this point, with the Minecraft movie - and apparently Borderlands - being handled so outrageously awful, why not?

Do I know literally anything about filmmaking? Absolutely not.

Video editing? I can barely get by with transitions on TikTok without relying on filters.

But writing, costuming, and makeup? Now we're talking!

So yeah at this point I'm probably gonna go write a grimdark Minecraft script and who knows maybe someday I'll be a director and can actually fix this shitshow

I will absolutely be taking into account the Ghibli-esque portrayal from this post because I love the idea

Edit: giving myself bonus points because we know full well at this point I'm hiring cosplayers who have shown they know how to handle the source material properly

[tangerinequeen19]

Me thrice a day in the year 2024:

STEVE????!!

[lady-of-imladris]

Anon fiancé be like

“That’s it’s finally me and you, and you and me. Just us, and your friend Merry”

I LITERALLY HAD THE SAME EXACT THOUGHT AHAHAHAHAHAHA

[chubbierbunnie]

Crowley - I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me, just us...

Crowley - And you friend Gabriel?!

Gabriel - it's actually Jim

Crowley - Jim?!

[sidesteppostinghours]

Thinking a lot about the inherent queerness of Fallen Hero.

Ortega's endless public performance,

Chen's perceived lack of humanity,

Mortum shaping themself body and mind against the will of others,

Herald's struggle past and present with the world's expectations of him,

Argent's existence being tied to something others perceive as inherently dangerous.

You are all Other.

And you are stronger in each other's company.

—

@cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal

[starscelly]

from lexy’s insta story 😭

[likedbycheri]

lestappen and carcar, my two favourite grid couples, cruising in the top five

and then you have lando fifth wheeling

[altruistic-meme]

what you can learn from a bowl of soup

Dazai was sitting on the couch. Which wasn't entirely unusual, it was Dazai's couch. He had every right and reason to be there, especially if he was sick. The strange part was the lump on the couch next to Dazai. A red-headed lump. One that was halfway wrapped around Dazai, with its face buried in his stomach and Dazai's hand buried in its hair. Not its. His. Kunikida could see the jacket and hat resting on the back of the couch. Nakahara Chuuya. Dazai's former partner and one of the Port Mafia's executives. And he was laying on Dazai's couch, cuddling him. What the hell? - [or; Kunikida goes to check up on Dazai after his partner calls in sick and is instead met with an incredibly protective Dazai, an oddly quiet Chuuya, and a lot more questions than answers]

here it is! the torturing kunikida fic! many days in the making, over 6k of words that were not meant to be their own fic, and just a sprinkle of domestic skk :'D

read it on ao3

[unfinishedslurs]

prank gone wrong (viral!) (steddie)

Eddie’s been someone’s dirty little secret before.

He’s got a type, okay? Unfortunately hot jocks are often the type of asshole to get sucked off behind the bleacher and then turn around and spit in his face about it. Going right back to their friends to talk shit about what a freak Eddie is, never mind the fact that his mouth still tastes like their nasty fucking jizz. He’s used to it by now. Used to people who pretend they barely know each other. He’s not asking they parade their relationship for the whole town to see, just someone who doesn’t pretend they’re strangers. Is that too much to ask? 

He’s so fucking stupid. He really thought this time would be different.

Steve Harrington barreled into his life like a goddamn train and Eddie’s been derailed ever since.

The first time he met Steve he was six. Eddie still lived with his mom, and she took him to the park, where he met a little boy who wrinkled his nose and told him he smelled bad. Steve does not remember this, and turned red with mortification the first time Eddie told him

After that incredible hit to baby Eddie’s self-esteem, they didn’t interact much, existing on the periphery of each others lives. He figured it didn’t matter. Harrington was a year under him, and a douche besides. Was ready to leave town from the moment he learned to walk. As soon as he graduated, he could finally get the hell out of this place and never think about the assholes he went to school with again.

His mom leaves. His dad gets arrested. He moves in with his Uncle Wayne, who only has one bedroom in his trailer and won’t take no for an answer when he gives it to Eddie. 

Eddie doesn’t graduate.

(Harrington comes back to school different after Byers beats him up. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s got bigger things to worry about.)

They don’t talk in Eddie’s second run of senior year either. He hears the gossip, sees him come to school with stitches in his forehead and no girlfriend. Still, it’s none of his damn business. He rolls his eyes at the rumors and stays far away from Billy Hargrove.

Steve Harrington graduates. Eddie doesn’t.

And this is where his careful distance falls apart.

It’s the mall’s fault of course. What isn’t? Businesses closing down, rent going up, his resolve crumbling. All over some fucking ice cream. God, Eddie should have just turned around. Left the store and the mall and the entire damn town behind. 

He’s aware he’s being melodramatic, but in his defense he’s queer in Indiana. He has a right to be. 

Anyways, the point is that Eddie saw Harrington’s little blue shorts and red lips and cannot be held responsible for what happened after. 

(They fucked. That’s what happened. They fucked, and kept fucking, and then after the mall burned down Steve showed up on his doorstep with suspiciously placed bruises and his coworker and looked at Eddie with pleading eyes. He didn’t even bring Robin home to her parents like a sensible person, just insisted on having her there because they were a package deal now and couldn’t be separated. Like puppies, Robin said when he looked at her. Last he checked, she wanted to bite Steve’s head off, and now they were attached at the hip?

He got used to it quickly. He had to. She comes on half their dates. Steve’s lucky he’s so cute.)

Now, nearly five months after Steve served him ice cream for the first time, he feels his heart shatter in the Hawkins High parking lot. 

“Harrington,” Dustin shouts, and it carries across the empty lot. Steve’s head jerks up and he waves, Robin standing beside him. “Steve, c’mere!”

Steve tilts his head. “What?”

“Come. Here.” Dustin repeats, enunciating clearly. Mike and Lucas look at him like he’s insane. So do Gareth, Jeff, and Chuck. 

Steve, who is standing a mere 20 feet away, turns to Robin and says something that makes her snort. Eddie can practically hear his bitchy murmur. 

“Is that Harrington’s girlfriend?” He hears Gareth ask. He has to swallow his laughter. 

“Yes,” Dustin says.

“No,” Mike corrects. 

“He won’t admit anything, but he always has a bunch of hickies and stuff after hanging out with her,” Lucas clarifies, because half the time when Steve says he’s hanging out with Robin he's actually with Eddie. The fact that Robin is usually still there is irrelevant. Marking up his boyfriend is one of his favorite pastimes. He refuses to let his boyfriend’s “soulmate” get in the way just because she refuses to sleep in one of the Harrington’s fancy guest rooms like a normal person unless he kicks her out. The way they both pout at him for it is fucking ridiculous. He ends up giving in half the time, and then lies awake and cold on the very edge of the bed because Robin starfishes her way across the rest and Steve is a blanket hog. 

The first time he tried giving Steve a hickey as some kind of dominance move for privacy, Robin stared him dead in the eye and didn’t back down. 

“I can do that too,” she said, and promptly bit Steve on the shoulder. Steve, who was shirtless and already slightly dazed from Eddie’s ministrations, let out an honest to God squeak. Like a dog toy. Eddie and Robin both stared at him before breaking into loud cackles that had a blushing Steve yelling at them before finally burrowing under the covers and refusing to come out. Needless to say, Eddie didn’t get laid that night. 

“Harring-ton,” Dustin whines. 

“I’m literally right here. You come here.”

He did, if only to grab Steve by the wrist and drag him to where everyone else was standing. Steve squawks. “When we’re late for dinner with Ma, I’m telling her it was your fault—“

“I want you to meet everyone!”

“I went to school with them!”

“Yeah, but they think you’re still a dick,” he says, as if they’re not standing right there. Steve is similarly engrossed in their conversation, not even noticing that Dustin’s stopped walking. 

“They can think whatever—“ he walks right into Eddie and lets out a startled oof. Eddie, who let it happen, catches him as he flails. 

“Well hello to you too,” he says, not bothering to hide his amusement. 

Steve looks at him with wide eyes, gaze dropping down to his lips before whirling around and snapping, “Henderson!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Lucas mimics under his breath, ducking behind Steve when Dustin turns around with the fury of a thousand suns in his eyes. 

He just stands there, hands on his hips as the kids bicker around him. 

“Oh, so now we can talk?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, brow furrowed like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about. 

Eddie can’t help but laugh, a sharp sound that makes Steve jump. “What do you think it means, Harrington? You never want to talk to me in front of the kids! Don’t want to dirty your hands with the Freak in public, I guess.”

“I…what are you talking about?”

[no talkie henderosn]

“What?” His eyes get wide, panicked, as he reaches for Eddie. “Eddie, that’s not—you have to know that’s not what I meant by that. I never meant it like that!”

“Then how did you mean it?”

Steve mumbles something he can’t make out. 

“Speak up, sweetheart.” It comes out mean, he knows it does, but he’s feeling a little mean right now. Lashing out like a wounded animal just because his boyfriend didn’t want to talk to him in public. 

Actually, when he puts it that way, he remembers he’s justified. 

Steve says something again, still incomprehensible. Eddie rolls his eyes. “If you can’t stop mumbling, I’ll just leave.”

That does the trick. “I thought we were playing a prank on Henderson together!” 

Eddie gapes at him. “What?”

“I thought,” he repeats, running an anxious hand through his hair, “we were pretending not to know each other to mess with the kid. Eddie, baby, you’ve gotta know I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you were hurting. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t I…” This can’t be real. He’s been agonizing for months, and for what? A prank? Just some stupid, shitty prank Steve thought he was in on? He’s going to jump off the quarry. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have had so much fun with that!”

“I thought you knew!”

“How would I have known? I can’t read your mind!”

“You can sometimes,” he says, pouting. Eddie wishes they weren’t in the middle of an argument, he wants to kiss those lips so bad. 

He groans into his hands. “It’s significantly easier to tell when your boyfriend wants to fuck than it is to read ‘Hey, let’s play a prank on this twelve year old,’ on someone’s face, sweetheart.”

“I guess,” Steve huffs. Then his face softens. Eddie lets himself be drawn in by the wrist, helpless in the face of his sweet smile. “We can stop,” he promises, swaying in close enough for his breath to ghost across Eddie’s lips. “We could walk into Hellfire tomorrow holding hands, if you wanted to. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“How would we walk into Hellfire? It’s at your house.”

Steve pinches him for that. 

[shannonsketches]

I love all of the 'quietly choosing the safety of his loved ones over his own comfort' moments Vegeta gets in Super, but especially when they're Vegeta comedically getting dragged into things he didn't sign up for

I'd forgotten that the three year thing was indeed in the manga too aklsdjas but Vegeta was so pressed about it and I need that version of the conversation with Bulma

'-So we're going to train for three years'

'Three years?!'

'It'll only be three days for you'

'Oh, okay have fun :)'

'I will not :)'

[tenebrous-academic]

You know what I think I actually need Bucky to go through some of the worst shit imaginable in Thunderbolts and then have someone rub Steven Grant Rogers face in the mess that he made.

Oh you want to hop back to the 1940s and live out your happily ever after?? Okay but when you’re old and brittle you have to face the fact that you let your “till the end of the line” best friend get irreparably fucked up for 70+ years and that he never managed to escape the cycle of trauma you left him in 🙃

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[duahauuoplanh]

Welcome to Guwon x Sarang dating era 🍯