#liv a little

[night-faye]

@botanicallyinclinednerd put me in time out when I am completely innocent. All I did was propose a simple little angst idea!

[rrat-king]

fun canon things about the lake elsinore crew we learned this episode:

liv's mom has a miniature pinscher named dilly who is 11 and has no teeth

dang hates cops passionately and has vague beef with paula

russell makes an effort to stay flexible and is prideful over the fact that he is (also has a great ass)

paula is catholic

dang calls usha "his little ushie"

russell is a car guy

liv has only ever gotten drunk off of gatorade abominations at highschool parties

usha plays scrabble and is damn good at it

wendell only has his learner's permit

dang is a lite beer guy

[heytherecentaurs]

I’m really enjoying Jacob’s enthusiasm. His commitment to having the highest kill count. The glee with which he participates. And the seriousness with which he takes the roleplay. His conflict with the rest of the party was fantastic and it led to that wild scene where he intends to cuck that man who’s wearing a pig snout. (That sounds like a fever dream.) This dedication to the scene and the reality they’ve built is exactly what I expected having seen his appearances on Make Some Noise and Game Changer and it’s a joy to watch because he’s so funny.

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[rady-art]

All the beautiful Mikus made me go crazy so here is a Livonian (lībiešu) Miku!!! Livs or Livonians were a Balto-Finnic tribe living on the cost of Baltic sea and are one of the ancestors to modern day Latvians:)) I'd fight a feral racoon or maybe even multiple if it meant I could get even a piece of some of these archeological traditional clothes... but I don't think there's racoons in this part of the world. Which sucks for me.

[xxrat--punkxx]

Back at it again with more men in skimpy outfits, Easter Vashwood edition

[zivazivc]

What do the band mates look like now?

Hed's a dad, and Les finally found a shirt that fits him

[twinqq]

i need a sitcom about the royal family of ithaca (odysseus, penelope and telemachus), their fresh-out-of-jail "hey kiddo wanna do tax evasion" uncle hermes, their sassy wine aunt circe, their beloved "pspspspsps hey you human baby can I enlighten you with the art of war/hate crimes" aunty athena and their grumpy neighbors helios and poseidon, who have beef with their family for absolutely no reason (4 seasons later it actually turnes out they were his father uni friends but they split up because ody've eaten the last pizza piece or smth)

also there's a running joke that tiresias haven't grown out of his emo phase

[heich0e]

atsumu's kids would be the type to call their mom by their name rather than title bc of atsumu

i personally am on the other side of this argument and am of the belief that atsumu's kids don't know their mother even HAS a government name because he strikes me as the type of guy to refer to his wife nearly exclusively as mama or ma after the babies are born (at least in their presence)

[tweetsofyj]

[oliviabaker]

ALL AMERICAN 6.01 Things Done Changed

[night-faye]

I dunno, it always felt like you were Ms. Frizzle on the Magic School Bus and Liv, just wanting a nice picnic, or beach episode in this case, was that orange guy going "please let this be a normal field trip." Now I saw that and was like "surely there's no way they mean" bc I was thinking of med terminology, and then "heart" and well. "......surely they apparently DO mean." Most angst I can offer to you gremlins is uh, Wukong turning back into a Stone Monkey by the end of the show ^_^ and they place his statue alongside the ones of his old companions.

Oh my GOD being compared to ms. Frizzle is a goddamn HONOR. Yes. Yes I would say that’s accurate wouldn’t you @botanicallyinclinednerd ?

AND YEAH!! IMAGINE HOW I FELT!! There I was, just trying to whomp my boy, and Liv pulls out a goddamn bypass machine

And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 oh delicious angst

[vanpalmr]

TAISSA TURNER & VAN PALMER YELLOWJACKETS 2.01

[longdeadking]

struck by the image of liv putting a hand on wendells back in the last scene of nsbu. its such a small detail, but theres so much to unpack there.

liv just spent several days as kingskin, gigantic, powerful (physically and socailly), completely self-assured. hands big enough to crush a man's skull. and she was comfortable in that body, not hesitsting to use that strength or size. liv was more comfortable being kingskin than she ever was just being herself.

and then, leaving the movie, probably still reeling from the sudden change (and stuck back in her body that feels more alien than kingskin's did, that feels too small, too weak), liv puts a hand on wendell's back. a tiny, subtle, but present act of control and power. not over wendell neccessarily, just in general. a way to say, i support you with my strength. something liv could do as kingskin. something she can't do as liv. something she wants back, maybe.

[livwritesstuff]

Steve comes home from a few hours of running errands with his and Eddie’s one-year-old daughter Moe to find Eddie pitching an absolute fit to his beleaguered book agent Paul over the phone.

Given how Eddie’s third book is about three months away from its release date, Steve has a pretty decent idea what the fit might be over.

The dreaded book tour.

Look – Steve doesn’t like it either. He didn’t like it back in ‘95 when Eddie’s first book came out. He didn’t like it in ‘99 with the second one either. He definitely won’t like it this time around, especially now with Moe in the picture. He actually likes having his partner around, believe it or not (and, if he’s honest, there’s still some baggage surrounding work-related travel and his parents’ relationship that he’s still trying to shake).

Still, he knows it’s a necessary evil of Eddie’s success and they’ll all survive it.

That’s Steve’s perspective anyways, even if Eddie doesn’t share it with him.

Eddie looks over as Steve drops a few bags of groceries onto the kitchen counter.

“Hang on, Paul – Steve just got back from absconding with my daughter,” Eddie says, and then he pulls the phone away from his ear, “Don’t put her down for a nap yet.”

Steve only shakes his head.

“Sorry, Paul,” he says, not raising his voice quite enough for Paul to actually hear him (Eddie hears him though, and that’s what matters) as he continues on his way up the stairs to get Moe ready for her nap (he’ll drag out the process as long as he can for Eddie’s sake – he’s not a total monster).

In the end, Eddie’s phone call ends no more than five minutes later.

“So what’s the damage?” Steve asks when Eddie makes his way into Moe’s room.

“Five weeks,” Eddie grumbles as he pulls Moe out of Steve’s arms. He presses a kiss to her chubby cheek and then adds, “Stops goddamn nation-wide.”

“Maybe stop writing so good and you wouldn’t have this issue,” Steve points out.

“Shut up – I’m not gonna do it. Paul can drop me, see if I care.”

“You’d care.”

Eddie’s shoulders slump.

“Yeah, I’d care,” he mutters, and then he shakes his head, “It’s entirely unfair that he’d expect me to leave home for over a month when he knows I have a little baby at home. I’m not doing it. She’ll be a whole teenager when I come back, Stevie.”

Steve looks at him, “It’s five weeks, love. She’ll probably still be the same shoe size.”

“I’ll miss our anniversary.”

“No, you won’t. It’s not ‘til the month after.”

“Okay, who’s side are you on here?”

“Paul’s, obviously.”

Eddie’s jaw drops as he feigns an affronted expression.

“I cannot believe that my beloved, my betrothed–”

“Betrothed?”

“–would side with my traitorous agent over–” 

“Ed, Paul was pretty forgiving when you slowed down writing for six months for the foster training stuff,” Steve points out (and it’s a point that actually manages to stop Eddie’s tirade – an impressive feat, he’s well aware), “And then he was really forgiving when you stopped completely for almost a year when Moe was born. Wasn’t this book supposed to come out, like, over a year ago? I feel like the least you can do is put up with a book tour given everything you’ve put him through.”

Eddie only blinks at him a moment – clearly trying to fathom any kind of counter-argument and coming up empty.

“Damn you,” he mutters.

“Can’t believe you used to be the guy who wanted to be a rockstar and go on year-long world tours,” Steve laughs, “Now you can’t even handle a month of the continental United States.”

“Watch your mouth, Harrington. Hey – maybe you and Moe can come and be the world’s cutest groupies.”

“We’ll see.”

[wonnieloves]

give me that beat