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good lordy guys, you really like Cyn huh?
i really appreciate the love tho, I'm very self conscious about my art 'n stuff so it makes me very very happy to see people enjoy it 🙏💕
#silly doodle#might delete later#you guys scare me#how has that post gotten 1k notes already holy cow#love you goobers#I'm going to go have a panic attack now there's too many of you /j#is my art really that tasty? I dont think it is personally
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Dude props to my best friend for getting a Netflix subscription just so the two of us can binge Heartstopper over our next break like that my friend is ALLYSHIP.
allieship?? Ally-ship?? It’s being a good friend of the gays. (And the bisexuals and pansexuals and everyone in between :D)
#lgbt pride#supportive family#heartstopper#i love my friends#aaaaahhhhhh#ahhhhh#love you goobers#wheeee#lgbtq#lgbtqia#queer is not a slur#queer is beautiful
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The drain plug got stuck...
No, he doesn’t wanna talk about it…
Lol, all jokes aside, I love the fact that Stanley's actually really mechanically inclined! I mean hell, how else has he kept that '65 Cadillac of his in such pristine condition??👀
Not to mention teaching himself basic rocket science and quantum physics to understand and rebuild the portal like WHAT
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#mullet stan#Stan pines is a car guy and you can't convince me otherwise#He can name-drop the year and make of a vehicle at just a GLANCE#Love this goober of a man❤️#Also ignore the fact that I myself know jack SHIT about car anatomy lolol#Don't look too hard at the background lolol🥲
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He’s just so meme-able, it’s crazy!!
Bonus:
#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#textpost meme#he’s just a little guy#a goofy goober if you will#my special little man#love of my life#my bbg
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OKAY I REALLY LIKE HOW HOLLY MIGHT POSSIBLY BE A MUCH MORE ACTIVE AND ALIVE PERSON I WILL JUST SIT IN MY CORNER AND WAIT Warning, suggestive content with Ecliptica and Oscar because apparently I love this ship shipping in the sea WHEEEEEEZE
#marble sky fanart#WHEN YOU FINALLY CAN PROPERLY DRAW WITHOUT CONSTANT DISTRACTION AND YOUR HAND DOESN'T HURT#IT FEELS LIKE HEAVEN#I sit over here thinking about what a goober Holly could be#(Also remembered that Cass had a very disaster character she liked a lot but couldn't show until later. Wonder who it will be)#And also help yeah I'm sorry but looks like I love these two silly/smart killers being all sassy with each other#tapadoodles
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This is for my Discords Secret Santa gift exchange (it got a tiny bit delayed) but anyways!! @atomicmonkey1122 I hope you like them
#can you tell I’ve never actually drawn either of them 💀#fun learning experience though!! love these goobers#tmnt#rottmnt#mutant mayhem#tmnt donnie#terrapin art
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Happy marble-versary or something ‼️
It's only actually around 1 and a half years ago that I found out about Marble Hornets, and a little over 1 since I got into the fandom, but my god has this thing taken a hold of my brain. It's the biggest special interest I've had in ages. Ofc I had to draw my favorite character from anything ever, Jay Merrick, the most horrible guy on earth 🫶
#The binary in the background is just there to look cool but the top part translates to “MARBLE HORNETS” and the bottom part translates to-#“EVERYTHING IS FINE”#fun fact#Anyway. I love comically oversized flashlights#One of my favorite things#That's just me#This composistion was fun to do#Kind of wack but I enjoyed it#Didn’t nightshade this because I had too much fun looking at the details all over this#I love zooming in on this one#It's just so nice#marble hornets#jay merrick#marble hornets anniversary#Marble hornets fanart#Mh jay#Marble hornets jay#Mh jay merrick#Goober#Do you like how the gun is pointed at him#Fun fact!!#Anyway#Tw gun#Cw eyestrain#Tw eyestrain#Tw glitch#Cw glitch#Im so excited for the livestream#Hornetversary#Is apparently what they went with
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE PIECE OF MEDIA EVER
I'M PROBABLY GONNA BE WATCHING THE WHOLE SHOW SEVERAL TIMES TODAY!!
I'M NOT NORMAL ABOUT THESE ROBOTS
#WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#digital art#peanut's doodles#murder drones#uzi doorman#serial designation n#serial designation v#nuvi if you squint#because I am simply incapable of making a post with all three of the goobers present without shipping them#I love the silly polycule#I mean there's obviously way more to this show that I absolutely adore but this is my favorite part#if you couldn't tell /j
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flower crown for you!
happy birthday, @toastereno 💛💛
#I simply had to draw your psmd goobers again hehe#fennekin#turtwig#pmd#psmd#pkmn art#pokeart#love you ste!!! <3
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Odysseus: "I need her to be Mine~" Athena: "...I can introduce you two." Odysseus: "What? Really?! Wait, you know her?" Athena: "Uh, yeah? You think you're my only pet trickster? You just said she was the 'smartest girl in the game', you think I'm gonna ignore that? I'll be right back."
Meanwhile~
Penelope: "...So...The guy who has been watching me from around corners before running away is also one of your favored mortals?" Athena: "Yes, I'm sorry, he's usually a lot smarter than this." Penelope: "...Eh, You know I've had stupid moments too. I'll go say hi."
#penelope#penelope of ithaca#epic penelope#epic odysseus#epic athena#odypen#odysseus and penelope#odysseus x penelope#odysseus/penelope#odysseus#athena#The potential fun ideas that come from Athena introducing these two as she knew them both before? Or maybe Athena shipping them both#but they see each other as “rivals” instead and Athena is like “NO! You're supposed to love each other not bicker!”#before they eventually fall in love? oooh that's a fun idea#(not doing it myself. I have my own plan for these goobers. but feel free to play with it if you wanna! :D )#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#Mad memes#epic the musical#epicthemusical#I'm not tagging as odyssey as this is a song from Epic but yeh.#Athena can be an AroAce Icon and still ship her two favorite blorbos :3
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also uh I just wanted to say that to whoever’s reading this: you’re awesome. Yep, that thing you did today was awesome. Get some rest. You deserve it. Love y’all goobers
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Bit of a doodle dump because yes
+ a couple og ideas for my last kokichi art
Press to see what the hell is going on in these <3
#my art#traditional art#drv3#drv3 killing harmony#dr1 trigger happy havoc#dr1 thh#dr1#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa v3#danganronpa v3 killing harmony#kokichi oma#kokichi ouma#korekiyo shinguji#junko enoshima#kaito momota#tenko chabashira#danganronpa#can you guys tell my uni lectures are fucking boring-#also yo nonbinary kiyo pog#love these silly lil goobers#traditonal art
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Leshy n Lamb
#I’m sure you can spot that little fiend in the middle#I love these guys#straight up goobers#art#digital art#my art#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb fanart#cult of the lamb lambert#cotl lambert#cotl lamb#cotl leshy#cult of the lamb leshy#bishop Leshy#doodle
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you thought it would be all sweetness??? nooo u got to have a little miscommunication angst before anyone gets any hickies. but they will. in time >:) part one. part two. this is a part three :)
Steve blames it all on the clock.
That stupid cuckoo clock on the wall of the Munson trailer. It's an absolute horror of interior design that would make Steve’s mom shiver if she ever laid eyes on it. It’s probably why Eddie loves it — and the god-awful cuckoo! noise it makes when it goes off.
Because the moment Eddie utters that delightful question, asking for a hickie, the nerve of him, Steve loves it — and Steve is more than ready to oblige him — the stupid clock goes off.
It gives them both a fright, Steve more than Eddie. He gives a whole-body twitch that shifts them both, his head snapping to the wall, a breath forced out of his lungs at the sight of the mustard-coloured bird. Shit. Stupid fuckin’ clock, Steve thinks.
But it seems to break the trance over the room. The sweet tension of their shared closeness is sucked out of the room in an instant. Steve is suddenly aware of the time the popping out bird is announcing. It’s late. Far later than Steve intended to stay over, especially considering work tomorrow.
Without meaning to, the prickle under Steve’s skin rolls through his body. It steals away the comfort that he usually feels with Eddie, tenseness filling his body. Steve hates it — hates how he can’t stop himself from tensing up beneath Eddie.
Eddie notices. He's quick to to retract himself from Steve, pushing up and back, giving Steve his space. He sits beside Steve on the couch, still close. Not close enough to touch.
It helps. The rigidness of Steve's body relaxes just a bit but Steve doesn’t want that. He wants Eddie back on him. Wants his hands gripping Steve’s side. His breath fanning over Steve’s face, cheeks cherry red and pupils blown wide. Steve doesn’t say any of that and he sure is shit isn't brave enough to ask for it.
Instead, he croaks, “It’s late.”
Steve reluctantly pushes himself up from his slumped position, eyes already searching for his scattered shoes. He misses the way Eddie’s face falls, the way he tries to tug his hair in front of his face to hide the hurt. It takes another second to school his expression.
Steve hears a cough and then Eddie agrees with a murmur. “Yeah, sure.”
The words ache. No part of Steve is relieved to have Eddie agree with him. He’s not sure what he wanted; for Eddie to egg him to stay just a little while longer? To prove that their kisses hadn’t been a heat of the moment impulsivity? There's nothing to prove they weren't.
No, it was Steve who said he had to go. It is late. But then again maybe, Eddie wanted him to leave. But, no— Eddie just asked for a hickie, he wouldn’t—
��Don’t you have work early tomorrow?” Steve’s spiral cuts short at Eddie’s voice, tinged with… irritation?
O-kay. Now Steve’s not sure what to think. What had been the source of immense joy because Steve had asked for a kiss and Eddie said yes is suddenly… tilted.
The beginnings of embarrassment begin to cling to Steve like a thick fog. He’s done it again. Been overly eager. Asked for too much, too soon— fuck, that had been Eddie’s first kiss too.
“Yeah,” Steve replies, standing and shoving his foot into the one shoe he can find. He spies the other one under the table and wiggles it out with his toe. He can’t find in it to look at Eddie, not just yet. “Yeah, uh, I should get going.”
It’s all wrong. Steve shouldn’t be leaving — not on these terms. Not when he can’t look at Eddie for fear of what he’ll find. Regret? Steve’s not sure if he could face Eddie again, not if there’s even a trace of it on his face. It would feel like Halloween all over again, a bludgeon on Steve’s too-soft heart. It’ll crumble, he just knows it.
Steve wants to stay. He really wants to. He wants to ask for another kiss, ask for a dozen more kisses. Wants to give the hickie Eddie asked so nicely for and receive one back; matching love bites, like a gentler version of their matching twisted scars adorning their sides.
But he’s always asking for more. Steve always needs more. It’s greedy. It’s embarrassing how much he wants it, how he’s already gotten patient touches from Eddie but it’s not enough. Eddie had sounded a pinch annoyed — even aggravated at Steve.
It doesn't cross his mind that it might be for any other reason. Really, Steve thinks he’s doing Eddie a favour.
“Um,” Steve clears his throat, takes the wobble out of his words. Nods to himself and chances a glimpse at Eddie. The older is staring down at his lap, locks of hair trapped between twitchy fingers. They should talk about it. Steve’s not brave enough to risk his heart tonight.
“Well, g’night.” He says quietly, letting himself out the trailer door. He closes it behind him gently, shoes tapping against the stairs on the way down. It feels wrong, it feels wrong — but it would be selfish to turn back.
He repeats the sentiment over and over, raspy whispers beneath his breath as he climbs into his car. It would be selfish. The engine turns over and he hesitates for just a moment, hoping to catch a silhouette in the kitchen window. It’s empty. Of course, it’s empty.
Of course, Eddie is not chancing for a glance at him on his way out because Steve just asked for more and more and more, and he took Eddie’s first kiss and then— He whispers it to himself again. It would be selfish to turn back.
When he thinks about it on the drive home, Steve’s sure it all comes back to that stupid fucking clock.
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Eddie stares in the mirror.
He’s not sure why he was so convinced there would be some radical change in him upon popping his make-out cherry but… well, here he was. Staring in the mirror like he had this morning. Except 10 hours earlier, he had been unkissed.
Tonight, the difference shows. His lips are rosier than usual, a swell to them given by hasty sweet kisses. It’s the only evidence of his spit-sharing moment of passion with Steve on the couch. The rosy colour is already beginning to fade.
Eddie sinks his teeth in. He doesn’t want the only physical proof that he even got to kiss Steve to be gone so soon. Even if that fact seems terribly bitter now.
“What the shit did you do, Munson?” He murmurs to himself in the tiny bathroom mirror.
It’s got toothpaste specks splayed across it. Eddie stares past them. Stares into his own face, reading every change in his features as emotions inside him churn. It’s heading for a distraught expression, the upturn of his brows and quiver in his lips giving him away. He always was a crier. Eddie really wishes he wasn’t.
“Idiot!” He pairs the word with a bang on the wall beside the mirror, frustration leaking out. The toothbrush on the sink shudders in its cup with a clink.
Eddie hates the welling in his eyes. He hates that he ruined the first fuckin’ good thing to happen to him in this town. Loathes that he drives away the first person who actually knows him and still wants to kiss him.
Well, wanted to kiss him.
Eddie’s pretty sure Steve scampering out of the trailer is more than a big enough sign. It’s a blazingly bright neon sign — light up words that say ‘This was a mistake!’
Except, it hadn’t felt at all like a mistake to Eddie. It had felt wonderful, better than anything he had thought, the soft curve of Steve’s lips, the grip on his hands on Eddie’s face, the heat in his face, the— Eddie growls, wiping his hand down his face to shake the thoughts. Too good to be true was what it was.
It’s because of what he said. Of what he asked for. It had to be that. But— but Steve had looked eager and almost excited and then the stupid clock had gone off, scaring the shit out of them both. Maybe it was then that Eddie’s words had sunk in and Steve realised what he’d gotten into— and who he’d gotten into it with.
“You had to ask for more, huh?” Eddie scolds himself angrily, wiping his cheeks harshly when a tear streaks free. Another follows, just as fast. Eddie wipes roughly at his face to clear them. Doesn’t care about the streaks of red he leaves on his cheeks. Another trembling reprimand comes out. “You just had to push it, huh? You fuckin’ idiot.”
Eddie can’t stand his reflection anymore. He tears his gaze away as he spins and heads straight for his room.
The button on his stereo is sticky and it takes a few forceful clicks to turn it on, but when he does, he cranks it. It’s loud enough he’ll surely wake some neighbours. Eddie can’t find it in him to care, not even when the neighbours dog starts off with its incessant barking. Anything to stop hearing himself cry.
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“Something’s up with Eddie.” is the first thing Robin says when she comes in the front door.
Steve’s mid-yawn when she does, a result of a night of tossing and turning, and he somehow manages a strange choke at her words. In a haste to shut his mouth, he chomps on his fingers covering his mouth — then hisses, pulling it away from his face. He ignores Robin’s perplexed expression, shoving the hand deep in his pocket. His ears feel a tad hotter.
“What? Why? What makes you think that?” Steve asks the questions in rapid succession. Very chill, he chides himself. At this rate, Robin would have him all figured out 10 minutes into their shift.
And it’s not like— well, Robin’s advice is usually great. A bit cut-throat, sure. She doesn’t have a problem trodding on his feelings on her way to tell him the hard truth. Usually, it’s fine. Steve could probably do with a bit of ego-bruising.
Today, he’s… It’s different. That’s what Steve tells himself. This thing with Eddie, he wants to fix it himself. And with too much meddling from Robin’s advice, even if it was with the best intentions, might mix things up too much. It’s hard enough keeping his half-baked apology that’s been brewing since last night in proper order in his mind.
Thankfully, Robin doesn’t comment on his odd demeanor. She just bustles into the back room — there are a couple sounds of her dumping her stuff. When she comes back out the front, she’s fixing her Family Video vest. It looks perfectly straight to Steve.
He checks his own — it’s sitting askew, part of the collar flipped over. He hastily fixes it, running his hands down the front to smooth it a bit.
“Just,” Robin starts, talking as she sits in front of the computer, beginning to take a crack at the admin she managed. She likes doing things as she talks, Steve knows. Helps keep her from letting words run away from her.
Steve’s thankful for it now because she isn’t looking at him when she says, “I think he might have had a bad nightmare last night, or something of that sort. I don’t know. Maybe I’m way off — you know how I am with trying to read people, Steve. I’m not good at it! But when I saw him, he just seemed…”
Robin seems to take an extra moment to deliberate her word choice. Steve’s really glad she’s still facing the computer so she can’t see the myriad of emotions that show on his face.
“…Off.” is the word she decides on.
Which means bad. Steve feels like he’s swallowed a stone. It sinks deep into his stomach. It burns, sour and scorned, twisting up his gut. It means Eddie is bad — it means disappointment, means he regretted it. That Steve had been right; that he’d been too eager, too soon. Too much.
Right. Of course, this happens again. Really, Steve had brought it on himself by asking for so much. It had been one thing to ask for a hug — who actually has to do that? — and then to expect he might get Eddie to kiss him too? What a overstep. Christ, he's an idiot.
“That’s not…” He hears himself say, still lost in his thoughts. It's only when Robin turns on the stool, brows raised, that Steve realises he hasn’t finished his sentence. “Good. That’s not good. To hear.”
Steve turns and starts shuffling around the films on the returns cart, picking them up at random. He stares at a copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ in his hands, a new release, and forces out a causal question.
“What made you think that?” He asks, shoving the film into an empty slot, like he was arranging them. He’s relieved when Robin’s clicking on the keyboard resumes, along with a dramatic sigh.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can be trusted to read anyone’s emotions correctly at any given time, honestly. Remember that old lady? I thought she was being sweet that whole time and then you told me she was being rude! And I couldn’t even tell…”
Robin’s ramble is comforting and helpful to Steve in a way he didn’t know they could be. He presses the cart out, finally getting a move on with it, but delivers a quick nod to Robin when she’s looking to let her know he’s still tuned in. He listens to her get distracted by another topic and leaves Eddie’s name in the dust. It’s a silent relief.
It’s a task to multi-task, listening and devising a plan, but Steve has all shift to find the balance. It’s sometime between finishing re-stocking the action section and starting the romance that Steve decides he should apologise. He should go over today and apologise.
Eddie’s a big boy but Steve’s fairly certain now, if he regretted it, Eddie had probably felt obliged to kiss him back. Probably hadn’t minded the first kiss but- but— Something sticks in his brain; it was Eddie’s first kiss.
It makes Steve feel worse. It doesn’t matter, really, Steve should say sorry for all of it. God, he’s such an idiot.
By the time he’s clocked out, it’s all set in place. He’s got a dozen different apologies running in a loop in his head, reciting the words in time with his anxious tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not a long drive out to Forest Hills Trailer Park. The drive is well-known now. Steve tries hard not to wallow in what he might be losing today. What he lost because he’d been too greedy with want.
The sight of a brown van parked roadside yanks him from his thoughts. Eddie’s van. Steve’s stomach turns, nerves gnawing faster. He slows, trying to catch eye of the other boy as he rolls to a stop behind the van. The sun is beginning to dip closer to the horizon, the temperature going with it.
At the same time, they see each other; Eddie’s head popping around the raised hood to see who had stopped, right as Steve pops his door. Eddie retreats in an instant. Steve's chest grows a bit tighter.
Gravel crunches underfoot as Steve takes a few wary steps closer. It doesn’t take more than a couple before Eddie calls out. He doesn’t bother poking his head out again.
“Go away, Steve.”
Steve swallows thickly. Yeah, okay, he deserves that. He deserves probably worse than that. But more importantly than that, Eddie deserves to hear this. And Steve... needs to not lose Eddie.
“Can I… can we talk?” Steve asks, taking a couple steps closer. A car whizzes by on the road, hidden from Steve's view behind the van. He still keeps his distance, hovering. His hands clench nervously at his sides. Steve shoves them deep in his jean pockets, wiping the sweat off them as he goes.
“What part of ‘Go away’ isn’t clear enough for you?” Eddie snarks back. He still doesn't stick his head out, still won’t look at Steve. It stings.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Steve starts, another instinctive step forward taken. “I-I just, I shouldn’t have left like I did last night. I wanted to apologise.”
There’s a clattering from behind the hood like Eddie’s dropped a tool. He swears. Steve wants to take another step, wants to see Eddie — wants to read every emotion and apologise for causing any of the ugly ones.
“Well, apology accepted,” Eddie responds. There’s a bite in his words. His next words are grumblier, quieter. “And message fuckin’ received.”
What? “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That—” Finally, Eddie steps away from the van, rounding the hood to march up to Steve. His arms cross over his chest, a wrinkle set between his brows that pull his face into a glare. Robin was right; he is off. This isn’t normal Eddie. Fuck, Steve had fucked up bad.
“That means message received, Steve.” Eddie seethes. He uncrosses his arms to gesture wildly. Steve misses the wobble in his bottom lip. “Message received loud and clear! I get it!”
And all Steve wants to ask is: get what? He doesn’t ask that. He should know what. That would be an idiotic question, would make Eddie more irritated. Lord knows, Steve has been enough of a fool in the last day. So, he doesn’t ask.
“Look, I just…” Steve starts, words a bit weak. They die in his throat as he tries to recall a single apology he had practiced all day and comes up empty. “I’m just- I just wanted—look, I’m sorry I took your first kiss!”
It’s not exactly what he means to say, but Steve certainly is sorry for it. Eddie’s expression wavers, some anger slipping away. Confusion takes its place.
“What?” Eddie says with a tone of bafflement. “What are you talking about?”
“And I’m sorry I kept… kept asking for more.” Steve continues on, pulling on the thread inside him, connected to the terrible stone he swallowed earlier. He tugs it. Hopes pulling it will unravel the guilt sitting heavy in his stomach.
Steve scrunches his eyes shut and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I know, okay? I know that I can be a lot.” He sighs and drops his hands.
“But I didn’t mean to… shit,” He wrenches his eyes open. Eddie’s a bit wide-eyed now, brown eyes watching him intently. Steve doesn’t know what expression he’s wearing, can’t tell if it’s good or worse. He continues, soft words scraping out his throat.
“I didn’t mean to be like that with you.”
Eddie searches Steve’s face, eyes darting and wild. He licks his lips. His hands are in motion, fingers twisting rings, quick and fast. It’s a nervous action.
“What do you mean by ‘like that?’” Eddie asks, voice gentler. It's lost its snarl from before.
Steve blinks, a scrape of teeth worrying his bottom lip. He murmurs his admittance lowly, just one word, “Selfish.”
Eddie doesn’t try to hide his surprise; it ripples across his face in a wave. Confusion melts away into something closer to, Steve hopes desperately, relief. Steve can feel his own heart thudding hard inside his chest — can feel the beat it skips when Eddie steps closer.
“Steve?” Eddie says, sounding unlike himself. Steve’s never heard his voice that small. He nods, wordlessly. Eddie searches his face once more — wide brown eyes scanning and devouring. Steve can’t help but do the same.
He drinks in the details of Eddie’s face; the soft scruff along his top lip, the darkness of his lashes and the way they kiss in the corner that Steve adores. The pink of his lips. The familiar ache to kiss Eddie surges up within him, still as violent and strong as it had been the night before.
Steve should really stop looking at Eddie’s lips. He’s supposed to be apologising. He drags his eyes up and meets Eddie’s gaze full-on, prepared for whatever he might say. Except, he’s not expecting him at all to say;
“Can I... try this again?” It comes out a ragged breath, Eddie's scared eyes conveying the weight behind his words.
And this time Steve doesn't even need to ask what because he knows. Because Eddie's hands are reaching up and holding either side of Steve's face so gently. Steve can't recall a time he's ever been held so softly. His own hands come up slowly, draping around Eddie's wrists to hold them, to keep them there.
Eddie's thumb traces. It draws a sweet line of that familiar fire beneath Steve's skin along til it's settled on Steve's bottom lip, resting. The blood under Eddie's thumb thrums, gloriously warm, aching with want. Yes. Steve thinks. Yes, yes, yes.
"Yes, please." Steve breathes, so sincere the words comes out as a kiss against Eddie's thumb.
So, Eddie kisses him.
now with a part four !
tags below! sry if i tagged u and u didn't want it just tagging everyone who replied <3 @they-reap-what-we-sow @impeachy @anaibis @resident-gay-bitch @ediewentmissing @newtstabber @original-cypher @invisibleflame812 @hunterbow04 @leather-and-freckles @dracoswifeandlokispet @foolofentirelytoomanyfandoms @lfaewrites @sundead @call-me-big-eyes @the-redthread @goblinmanifesto @etaka @bishopextractions @ketterfuck @persephone13 @beckkthewreck @maya-custodios-dionach @autumnal-dawn @yourstrulyjoko @gleefully-macabre @princess-eddie @savory-babby
#EHEHE SORRY I CANT RESIST A LITTLE BIT OF MISCOM ANGST#MORE SWEETNESS COMING THO!!!#on god eddie needs his hickie#and im gonna GIVE HIM ONE#AND SO MUCH LOVE!!!!!!#BEST BOYS NEED TO BE HAPPY IN LOVE!!!!#maybe one more part :)#i had only one more idea for the can i's and i BET u can guess what it might be <3#and it needs to draw back to touch cos that was the POINT of this fic originally#IM ALL BOUT PARALLELS BABEY#hope u find this delicious#gay ppl in my phone... this for u#can't wait to write the relieved kisses w the 'YOU THOUGHT WHAT???'#they're such goobers <3#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#can i series#HOW MANY CAN I'S CAN U SPOT THIS TIME !!!#ruby writes steddie#steddie angst#steddie fluff#uhhhh don't flop challenge#or do flop. i can't control the masses#hopefully this hits the brainrot just right
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HAPPY NEW YEAR YA’LL !!!
I want to say that absolutely love you all, meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened to me (i am not exaggerating) you’re all amazing, kind, talented and creative creatures that i have been blessed to have by my side. I can’t wait to go into this new year with y’all, thank you so much for your support, the good vibes and for being yourselves
Your are the best, i love you, happy new year you gremlins <3
#Happy new year again !#the Usato fam wishes you to be silly#keep on rocking you crazy goobers !!!#XD#Usato fam#pyonpyon#TAH Leo#TAH yuichi#TAH pyonpyon#rottmnt TAH#turtle and the hare#love you#weepwonp
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Did anybody ask for more One Piece on Ice? No? Too bad you’re getting more
#SANJI SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND….#Love Nami clapping for him in the back and then Zoro eventually (begrudgingly) also clapping for him LOL#AND LUFFY JUST SPRAWLING OUT FLAT ON HIS BACK LIKE A GOOBER. UGHHH#I would trade my life to see this live. GODDD.#One Piece#One Piece on Ice#Alabasta arc#Luffy#Sanji#Crocodile#Vivi#Shima speaks#Video#BTW saw this from yup you guessed it another IG reel. Lol
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