#meet fake

[starwarsmum]

Day 3 of Meet-cutes 14 Days of Valentines 😂😘

@maribatserver

“Can you just go straight to the bar and make sure she's okay?” Dick said nervously. “You know what Gotham is like, I don't want her getting into trouble.”

“Yeah yeah, alright already,” Jason grumbled, annoyed that their guys night was being co-opted by some French chick. It wasn't that he liked hanging with his brothers, but Tim had promised to foot the bill and he was planning on taking advantage of that.

But he entered the club and glanced around, trying to find the ‘adorable girl with dark hair and a sweet smile’. Sometimes he wanted to smack Dick for never being able to just give decent descriptions of people. Fortunately, he heard a stream of French curses in a feminine voice so he made a beeline for it.

“...just waiting for someone, so please, just leave me alone,” the woman was saying. Jason wasn't sure if this was the girl Dick had sent him to check on because ‘cute’ was not the word he would've used. With a short red and black dress, a leather jacket slung over the top and black combat boots, sexy was most definitely the word that sprang to mind.

“Hey babe, sorry I'm late,” Jason said, forcing his way in-between the two. Which was easier said than done because a, he was a pretty broad guy and b, the creep was leaning way too close to the woman. “My brother was being such a Dick.”

“De rien, mon amour,” she said, immediately relaxing at his coded reference to Dick. She slid her arm firmly around his waist and leaned up to peck him on the cheek. The guy behind him made an indignant noise and he turned to scowl at him.

“You got a problem, buddy?” He asked menacingly, throwing an arm over the woman's shoulders as he glared down at him.

“You could've just said you had a boyfriend instead of wasting my time, bitch,” he said, pouting at her and ignoring Jason. 

“Maybe if you had just left her alone, like she asked, you wouldn't have ‘wasted your time’,” Jason growled, getting ready to brawl. But she placed a hand on his arm to rein him in and - god knows why - he acquiesced.

“Enjoy your evening, monsieur,” she said, a strained smile on her red painted lips. Jason relaxed slightly when the guy huffed and walked away, only to tense again when she pulled her arm back from around his waist. “Thanks for that, he just was not listening to me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he replied easily, letting his own arm fall away. “Sorry for getting in your space like that, I figured he needed a show.”

“No need to apologise,” she said, smiling more naturally up at him. His heart jumped in his chest because he was right, she wasn't cute, she was absolutely gorgeous. She turned and flagged down the bartender. “But I'm pretty sure I owe you a drink for the save. What'll it be?”

“Oh, you don't have to-” he started, cutting off at her look of ‘just order a damned drink’. “Uh, vodka and coke.”

She beamed again and ordered it for him, and another drink for herself. As soon as they had the drinks, she took hold of his arm and pulled him across the dancefloor to a table in a quiet corner. His eyebrows shot up when she pushed him onto a stool before hopping onto the one next to it and turning back to him.

“So, which brother are you? I think I know which one, but I'd rather hear about you from you,” she said, propping her chin on her fist and leaning towards him. The music was loud and her voice was low enough that he had to lean closer to hear her clearly. 

“I'm Jason,” he said, trying hard not to look down at her cleavage that he could see in his peripherals. He propped his arm on the table as well, keeping his hand in her line of sight and away from her drink. He wasn't trying to make her nervous, or think that he was up to something. “But I'm afraid Dick didn't give me your name, beautiful.”

“Well isn't that a shame,” she said coyly, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. In the flashing lights of the club, she looked more fairy-like than human and he had to take a sip from his drink to save his dry mouth. “Maybe you should try to guess it.”

“Maybe I'll just give you a new name,” he countered. She grinned delightedly, shifting in her seat and changing the way her legs were crossed. The movement brought her foot closer and he was fairly sure she deliberately pressed it against his own leg. But there was no way he could be lucky enough that this little pixie was flirting with him. 

“Well now I'm definitely keeping it to myself,” she said with a giggle, leaning back to take a sip from her drink. He tried not to stare at the way her lips puckered around the tiny straw that came with it but it was difficult. “So, tell me about yourself. Other than being a rescuer of damsels who are about to commit homicide, I mean.”

Jason laughed, draining his drink and standing up. Her eyebrows pinched slightly, probably confused, and he held a hand out to her. “How about we save the conversation for when we can hear ourselves think? Wanna dance?”

He was rewarded by another grin as she knocked her own drink back before jumping down to join him.

_ _ _

“How is this taking so long?” Dick said, agitated. Tim scowled at him and he shot an apologetic grimace. “Sorry, I'm just worried. Wally asked that we make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble and I can't do that if I'm not there.”

“Didn't you send Jason ahead of us?” Tim asked pointedly. He barked out a laugh when Dick nodded. “It's a bit late to be worried about trouble then. But he won't let her get hurt if that's what you're worried about.”

“She's just so cute when I look at the pictures Wally sent!” He said with a pout. He turned his phone around for Tim to look at and felt vindicated when Tim hummed thoughtfully. “And in Gotham, being cute is a recipe for disaster. I'm just glad Jason only likes trouble, otherwise I'd have a whole host of other problems. I cannot outrun a speedster and if he thinks I set the two up, there'll be nowhere I can hide fast enough.”

“I'd have been more worried that she's definitely adoption bait,” Tim laughed, before whooping and closing his laptop victoriously. “Got it! Okay, let's get in there.”

Dick was relieved to finally cross the threshold to the club, eyes moving directly to the bar. He frowned when he didn't catch sight of Jason's hulking form, and he didn't immediately pick out the tiny form of Marinette either. That might have been because she was too small to see past the wall of people, so he started scanning the rest of the room for Jason, starting on the outer edges.

“Yo, found him,” Tim shouted, pointing over to the dance floor. There was an exasperated tone to his voice and Dick saw why immediately. He had clearly ditched Marinette to pick up a girl that looked like just as much trouble as he did. They were dancing closely, his hands on her hips as she writhed and wriggled to the beat. 

Unable to contain his annoyance, Dick strode over to the pair and thumped Jason on the shoulder. His younger brother sighed in annoyance and said, without turning around, “No, you can't cut in.”

“Jay, would you stop screwing around,” Dick said loudly, glaring up at him when he spun around guiltily. Good, at least he knew he was in trouble for ditching Marinette. “Dude, I asked you to look out for Marinette, not find-”

“Dick! You made it,” the woman in the criminally short dress said brightly. He did a double take and his jaw dropped open as he realised that Jason hadn't ditched her. “We were beginning to think this was a set up. You're so past fashionably late.”

“Marinette?” 

“Um, yeah?” She cocked her head, lips pursing in confusion. “Did you hit your head or something? Is that why you're so late?”

“You just look- different,” he said, wondering when it would be too soon to start running from Wally. Marinette looked even more confused for a second.

“Dick, I was hardly going to wear my volunteer clothes on a night out,” she said, glancing back up at Jason and rolling her eyes. “Is he always this dim, or do we actually need to call an ambulance or something?”

“Nah, he's always like that, Pix,” Jason said, looking down at her with a look Dick could only describe as lovestruck. “You volunteer? I thought you said you designed clothes for a living?”

“Guess I'm just full of mysteries,” she said impishly. Dick made a distressed noise and Tim took pity on him.

“Jason, shall we go get started on those drinks I promised you,” he said, taking hold of Jason's arm and pulling him away. The pair were out of sight after a moment and Dick turned back to Marinette.

“You know I'm an adult, right?” She said with a sigh. “And that you were over forty minutes late? You can't send a cute guy to keep me company and expect us not to hit it off.”

Dick mentally started crafting an apology to Wally for everything.

Part 2

[hairmetal666]

Eddie owns a record store, gets to talk about music everyday. Life is good. Great, actually.

He's consolidating the Christian rock section on a quiet Wednesday morning when it happens. A man with swoopy dark hair, tight dark blue jeans, and a plum Member's Only jacket walks in, and doesn't take his Ray Bans off even once he's solidly inside.

Eddie is awestruck. This dude is gorgeous. Heart stopping. He watches him browse in quiet astonishment, unable to say anything until he blurts, "Can I help you find something?"

The man smiles--Eddie's heart stops--and he says, "Nah, just browsing. Your sign caught my eye."

And he's still not quite with the program, the rich honey of the man's voice taking him totally by surprise. "Ah, oh, it did?" He manages after a few long beats. "Painted it myself."

"No shit? It's great."

"Thanks, man. I also think it's some of my finest work."

The guy laughs. "How can I know unless I see some of your other pieces?"

Eddie's face heats, but he's never been known for having good impulse control. "Maybe you'll get lucky."

Spots of pink bloom on the man's cheeks and the tips of his ears. "And here I was, thinking I was getting special treatment."

Eddie cocks his head, smiles big. "Well, the day's still young." It's so risky and stupid; no way this guy is queer, but he grins at Eddie, laughs a little too.

"That right? Well, tell me your latest recommendations."

"For you?" Eddie eyes him up and down. "Wham!"

The guy's laugh is warm and rich and Eddie wants to drown in it. "Big of you to say for a someone who's only listened to Enter Sandman for the last four months."

Eddie cackles, points a be-ringed finger. "It's a good song! A great record."

"Hey, I've got no problem with Metallica. I just don't think you should be casting aspersions on Wham!."

"Casting aspersions, do you have a word of the day calendar or some shit?"

"No! It's toilet paper."

Their snickers grow until they're both hysterical, needing to lean against a display to stay upright.

It's like he's living in a dream, hitting it off with a beautiful man who just happened to stumble into his store. They catch their breath and Eddie uses the time to grab a record off a nearby shelf.

"Here," he says. "Try this."

"Joni Mitchell?"

"Don't tell me, Wham! fan, that you're too cool for Joni."

"Nah, she's my best friend's favorite. How much do I owe you?"

"On the house," Eddie shrugs.

"Shit, that's generous. Thanks, man. Now, about your art--" He glances at the shiny watch on his wrist. "Fuck, is it really 3:15? Goddamnit, I gotta get going."

And Eddie wants to call him back, doesn't want this dream encounter to end, but he's dashing to the door--

And just like that, the man is gone, the only evidence it ever happened the lingering chime of the bell over the door.

The bell clatters again, and his head wrenches up hard enough it hurts his neck.

"Was that Steve Harrington?" the customer shrieks.

"No," he scoffs. Except. Except. The hair and the clothes and sunglasses and the face and his lips--

"No!?" He feels the way his eyes have gone wide with panic. He didn't just flirt with Steve Harrington. Of course not. Not ever. He would've recognized--

He runs to the racks of magazines in front of the register, grabbing the latest issue of People. The cover features a glossy, polished photo of the man who just left the store. The one who had the highest grossing movie of the summer alongside his co-star, Julia Roberts. The one who, according to the article within, is in Chicago right now shooting a new movie. The one who Eddie flirted with. The one who flirted back.

He groans and covers his face with his hands. At least he'll never see Steve Harrington again.

---

Harrington comes back.

The second time, he's wearing a jewel blue polo and fitted slacks, Ray Bans nowhere to be seen.

"Got anymore recommendations?" Steve asks.

"What?" Eddie's still trying to accept that Harrington came back.

"I finished Joni. It was good. Recommend something else for me."

Fully with the program, he reaches to the rack behind him, handing the vinyl to Steve without ever taking his eyes off him.

"Seriously?" Steve deadpans.

"Tell me you don't deserve it after last time."

Steve studies the cover of Metallica, a complicated look on his face. "Fine, but you have to listen to the album George Michael released last year."

He mimics getting shot in the heart. "After my magnanimous first suggestion, you dare to punish me with Freedom?"

"Think of it more as an opportunity."

"To regret every decision I've ever made?"

"To expand your musical horizons."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Fiiiine. It's a deal."

Steve beams. "Good! Ring me up."

And Eddie, he'd comp it again, but Steve gives him this look that tells him not to try it.

As they pass the magazine racks, Eddie points at one featuring Steve on the cover. "That thing you wore to the Vanity Fair party last month was hideous."

Steve snorts, then laughs. "Thanks. My stylist decided to go for something--"

"--terrible?--"

"Avant garde."

"Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?"

Steve pays, throws Eddie one last smile, "next time?"

Eddie nods, already certain this time is the last one.

---

He keeps coming back.

Eddie tries not to read into it.

Steve is straight, famously has a girlfriend. former horror movie child star turned cinema wunderkind, Nancy Wheeler. They're always on the covers of the tabloids, in ever more improbable stories about affairs and secret babies and french countryside weddings.

But he keeps coming back. And eventually, they grab dinner. And that dinner becomes lunches, movies, clubs, concerts. Eddie's in paparazzi photos, and there's no speculation about their relationship. Steve has a girlfriend.

But sometimes. Sometimes Steve will rest his hand on Eddie's nape, his lower back, let it linger. He'll trace a finger down the tattoos on Eddie's forearms or the patches of his battle vest. He'll lean too close when they talk, unafraid to press their bodies together. And he catches Steve's eyes on his mouth more than once, his pupils wide.

Over the next few weeks, Steve's gaze on Eddie's mouth gets hotter, his looks longer, and it's killing him. All he wants to do, all he ever wants to do, is close the distance between them, appease the gnawing beast of desire in his chest.

But Steve has a girlfriend.

They don't talk about her, not even when he knows all about Steve's best friend, Robin, and the gang of kids who adopted him, or Joyce and Hopper, his surrogate parents. Never Nancy.

He tries not to read into it.

---

They're supposed to meet for dinner. Steve scored reservations at a trendy new restaurant, but Eddie's late. Astronomically, horrifically late. It's pouring rain, it takes fifteen minutes to get a cab, traffic is a nightmare.

Out of patience and time, he decides to run the last few blocks to the restaurant. By the time he reaches the building, he's soaked to the bone, spluttering harsh breaths through mouthfuls of rain.

Steve is walking in the opposite direction, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat.

"Steve?" He calls.

He turns and this is the first time Eddie's seen him angry. "You're late," Steve's eyes rake over him, and his face softens in an instant. He takes Eddie's wrist, leads him into an alley where the buildings are close enough to block some of the rain.

"What happened?"

"Traffic."

Steve's gaze go all soft and gentle, and Eddie's knees buckle a little. "You look like a drowned rat."

"Yeah, well." Eddie scoffs. "We can't all be beautiful movie stars."

"You're more beautiful than I could ever be, even soaking wet."

He shakes his head, ignoring the cascade of butterflies; Steve shouldn't say things like that. His vigorous movement sends wet strands of hair slapping him in the face.

Steve reaches out, softly brushes it back.

Eddie stops breathing.

Steve closes the distance between them.

What a thing, to be kissed by Steve Harrington. What a terrible, glorious thing.

He breaks it fast, face red, can't catch his breath. "Nancy," is all he can say.

"Nancy?"

"You have a girlfriend."

Steve's face scrunches. "She's not my girlfriend."

Eddie's mouth drops. "Yes, she is." They went to the Oscars together.

"Eddie." Steve takes a few steps back. "Eddie. I'm gay."

He laughs, an ugly honking thing. "C'mon. What could she possibly get out of that?"

Steve's eyes widen, eyebrows reaching his hairline, mouth pursed in a bitchy line. It takes Eddie a minute but, "Ohhhhh. So, it's all--?"

"It was the best way."

"But you're--?"

"I thought you clocked me immediately! Wham!???"

"That was because of the jacket!"

"Have you ever met a straight man who dresses like I do and likes George Michael??"

"That describes five dudes I see a day!"

"And you thought they were straight??"

Eddie stares into the middle distance, replaying some of those interactions, and--"Huh. Okay. I get hit on at work waaay more than I realized."

"For fuck's sake, Eddie!" He's shaking his head, but Eddie sees the way the corners of his mouth shake with suppressed laughter.

"I'm sorry! You have a very public straight relationship!"

Steve giggles, pulls Eddie close. "Is this okay?"

"So okay."

"You do like me back?"

"Are you kidding! Thought I was going insane, how much I want you."

"And now?"

"Come back to my place?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

And Eddie, he's seen Steve playing at love dozens of times, but this--right here, in a soggy, smelly alley where they're both soaking wet--it's more perfect than any movie.

[demaparbat-hp]

Their actual first meeting in the Kyoshi Warriors AU!

Katara had her Oh moment before exchanging a word with Jian Li, and while she gets over it in time (or, at least, convinces herself that she's not embarrassed by her initial reaction to him) this quasi-interaction haunts her for the first couple of days of their stay in Kyoshi Island.

It's just not fair that the place is full of gorgeous people! Or that he's not only beautiful, but also kind and awkward and respectful and dorky and—oh, La—she's in trouble.

[byfulcrums]

EVEN MORE ooc fake twitter!!!!!

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[lurukifennecfox]

a prompt that my brain concocted from a combination of other things i saw on Tumblr or Ao3.

so jason's family teased him for being single because they're just shits like that, so Jayson implied he wasn't and he was just protecting their privacy from being stolen by the bats.

now Alfred invited his partner for dinner which would be a problem since they don't exist.

fast forward: Red Hood has been bridal-sacrificed to the ghost king in front of the bats

for whatever reason he decided to ask Danny(said king) to play the fake partner because why the fuck not?

Danny having had the same problem with his extended Fraid agreed. (good fenton parents, maybe a little overboard like they are with everything and are now scaring the hoes with cultural questions)

so now the batfam has to deal with the fact that Jay's mysterious partner is the Ghost King(technically a prince since he's too young for a ghost and has a life to live even if he chooses to live it more ghostly)

add to that ghosts screwed up traditions and preferences and you have me.

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU - If his parents are going to treat him like a punk, he might as well lean into it. 

Danny is getting seriously worn down by his parents constantly asking him to explain why he’s gone all the time and why his grades have slipped so far. I mean, sure, it took them months to notice, but now that they have, they’re alluding to the fact that he’s turned into some kind of punk and that he’s not taking life as seriously as he should be. This is what makes Danny kind of snap. 

He cuts his hair, gets Sam to pierce his ears in a few places (which sucked but was nice to catch up with her since Team Phantom didn’t get out much anymore), learns how to skateboard and gets Tuck to help him mask his identity on the internet as he begins online protesting the unethical treatment of ghosts. He makes picket signs that he leaves outside of Fentonworks and it takes days before his parents see them because they’re down in the lab. They go back up immediately after his parents take them down, and he begins tagging buildings with protest sayings and art all over amity park.

No matter how they ground him, the Drs Fenton are at a loss as to what to do to control Danny. Jazz says it’s not her place to interfere and is cheering her little brother on for being passionate about a new hobby. 

Danny’s honestly really vibing with the changes. He always understood why Sam wanted control over her own look, but he’s really leaning into the whole shebang. Ember and Johnny13 have never bonded over anything more than they have the punk transformation of their King. He’s really representing them fr fr- she taught him how to play the bass. 

With enough protests about the Anti-Ecto acts, the JL step in and begin their efforts to lobby change within the US government. Constantine is up to date on the new King being from Earth and thinks they might be able to weasel out a non-apocalyptic scenario if they reach out sooner than later. A letter gets sent through the infinite realms (No way in fuck was John going to try and summon a fucking King excuse you Bats)- Danny gets the letter and decides to let them sweat a bit, sending back his own letter that just says “K.” cause he’s learned that adults/authority figures all suck ass until proven otherwise. After a few days, a portal opens up in the middle of their meeting. 

Ghost King Phantom is rolling in on a skateboard, with the Ring of rage dangling from one of his ear piercings and ice crown floating above his head. He’s drinking an off brand smoothie, wearing a leather jacket that has medieval chainmail on it over his now distressed hazmat suit and his boots steel toed.

“...Sup. Y’all want to do something about this whole situation? I’m an all or nothing kind of guy.” Danny greets them. He means that he’s willing to be diligent in his efforts to disbar the Acts. It gets interpreted as him threatening to end the world, ofc, but that’s an issue he has to deal with later. 

“King Phantom we have been working daily to-” 

“Uh huh. Look, didn’t you guys have like a teenage group? I want to work with them, they’ll probably actually help me get shit done while you fuck around with paper work.” 

[neonghozt]

Jejejejejej

[equill]

Reuniting with a distorted past.

Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)

wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay

Panel 1: Was buried alive.

Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?

new friends

Comic 2: Misguided protection.

obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster

Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)

obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from

[starcurtain]

I know I've talked a lot about Alhaitham actually being one of the funniest characters in Genshin Impact, but every time I think about him, I find something new to laugh at.

Alhaitham's character stories and personal criticisms of Kaveh largely hinge on one specific point: That Kaveh's genius intellect and artistic abilities are incongruous with his idealism. Kaveh possesses more talent than a selfless person should reasonably have, leaving him vulnerable to constantly being taken advantage of.

However, Alhaitham states these complaints about Kaveh's personality while having the exact same problem himself.

Alhaitham is literally the definition of "personality and talents do not match." Sir, you are the pot calling the kettle black.

It's a given: Alhaitham is exceedingly competent. He is intelligent, rational, and capable of being impartial when needed. Despite being a slacker as the Akademiya's scribe, during his stint as the Acting Grand Sage, the game goes out of its way to note--in several places--that Alhaitham was actually going above and beyond what was expected of him, taking the position very seriously, uncovering and fixing major issues in the Akademiya, and demonstrating a deep care for the sanctity and future of the Akademiya as a whole when Sumeru's people's will to research and learn declined after the collapse of the Akasha.

By all accounts, Alhaitham is (was) a fantastic Grand Sage. Compared to Azar, who is shown as inherently self-aggrandizing and unconcerned with Sumeru's well-being, Alhaitham genuinely did his best during his brief time as Sumeru's leader, protecting students' research, concerning himself with how to address the people's problems, and even diving in to solve mysteries that normally would have been left for the matra. As Acting Grand Sage, we're told his behavior and judgments were fair, and he addressed problems immediately and with his full effort.

In short, there is literally no one else more qualified to be Grand Sage than Alhaitham.

And yet, despite possessing every talent needed to be the leader of a nation, Alhaitham doesn't have the personality for it. He has every single trait a good leader requires... And yet he refuses to be a leader. His own talent vastly exceeds the slow-paced life his personality leads him to seek, making his particular abilities more incongruous with his values than Kaveh's--by a mile. People keep trying to promote him into positions of leadership because his talents are so obvious, and yet he does everything in his power to deny his own abilities and instead fly under the radar--and under the level of his full potential too.

Awful hypocritical for you to claim Kaveh's talents don't match his personality when yours match even less, Alhaitham...

[joneoyvilde03]

Pomni meet Balan (fake screenshot crossovers)

ポムニ & バラン

hello i got made fake screenshots on anime styler and glade I draw a it redrawing characters with Pomni meeting Balan and welcome to shows a wonderworld and i glade draw a crossovers of dreamer always and thanks for made joneoyvilde03

character from:

Balan wonderworld/arzest

The amazing digital circus/GLITCH productions

By joneoyvilde03

[wttcsms]

single reader who is not looking for a relationship rn and the “i have a boyfriend” excuse is abt to be your best option. when you feel conversation with this guy flirting with you might veer towards him asking for your number, you quickly say a generic name and go “oh! my boyfriend, [character name], also likes that sport!” this usually works pretty well in deterring unwanted advances and the guy looks disappointed for all but one second and goes “wait, you’re dating [character]?” so you nod and give the biggest sigh of relief as he walks off.

only for you to feel a tap on your shoulder. it’s [character], but you don’t know who he is until he finally breaks the silence and goes, “are you going around this party telling people we’re dating?”

[gunsatthaphan]

"this isn't about money."

[sp0o0kylights]

I saw a video today that said, “It’s very uncomfortable as an adult when your friend starts to date somebody who sucks, and you’re all looking at each other going ‘Guys, if this is the person who makes them happy…I think collectively as a unit we can agree that we would rather see them sad. So what's the plan?’” 

And immediately went: modern Steddie AU were Steve dates his high school friend Tommy and everyone is tearing their hair out over how awful he’s being treated. 

Ft. the Party, led by Dustin, hounding Eddie “I could get a man in a SECOND, I just CHOOSE not to date” Munson for help

However:

Eddie is mostly thinking the entire thing is a joke (King Steve and Tommy Hagan? Gay? Together?? Nice try Henderson.) until he runs into Robin. She laments that yeah, they’re bi, but more importantly, Tommy is fucking awful and Steve refuses to see it. 

2. Eddie, maybe, kind of, still has a crush on Steve ("Stop laughing Gareth, everyone has--had! Had a crush on him!") and the guy was never THAT bad in high school---but Tommy Hagan definitely was and a little revenge would be fun.

and finally;

3. Instead of going with the kids' well intentioned but very misguided “Let’s get Eddie to Steal Steve” plan, Eddie meets up with the Robin/Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle/Chrissy dream team to figure out how to prove to Steve that Tommy is horrible. 

Bonus: Robin and Nancy come up with a full proof multi step plan that involves Eddie pissing off Tommy in ways that look completely innocent. The hope is that Steve will see how controlling and unreasonable Tommy is, and break it off.

This hurts no one and just highlights to Steve Tommy's behavior.

Of course, Eddie goes off the rails immediately upon meeting Steve.

Instead of following The Plan, he, with the kids permission and help, gets Tommy to get blow up about THEM.

This is far more successful.

Bonus x2: A large amount of shenanigan's with the kids vs Tommy are involved. As is a scene were Steve breaks down and admits he knows Tommy is terrible, but Tommy puts up with him and Steve "knows how he is."

Eddie goes home, prints out a picture of Tommy and throws cheap ren fair daggers at it for at least three solid hours while he tries to think up ways to prove to Steve Harrington that his parents are wrong, hes very lovable actually.

In fact Eddie would very much like a shot at trying it out, thanks!

(It is also, inevitably, successful.)

[bluebirds-stuff]

Tang bo return au inspired by ge's and azu1as Tangchung arranged marriage au

Something Something happens and chung myung ends up needing to be (faked) married for a short awhile so the tang family offers the hand of a distant tang cousin who's been making waves in the cultivation world and getting stronger during the last 3 years (*note that this is after cm is 21 ) who seems to REALLY hate the demonic cult and the great sects who won't meet each other until the wedding day

Now on the outsider pov we have people up and down making sure everything is doing good on said wedding night , and it is ..... except for the fact that said wedding grooms seem to be late for THEIR OWN WEDDING

Thankfully the mount hua disciplines see their youngest coming, not so Thankfully he's coming covered in blood dragging a (dead or unconscious ? ) demonic cult member and all of you are worrying about the poor groom who doesn't deserve to be tied down to this heart attack inducing menace ,except the groom ALSO Shows up covered in blood dragging a (also dead or unconscious ?! ) body without a care in the world, then all of you see your youngest FREEZE at the site of him as if he saw the dead coming back to life he did

And the tang groom freezes too and whispers in awe and confusion " taoist hyung-nime!? "

The crazy bastards proceed to drop the bodies and launch at each other with desperation

And all of you are hit with a horrible gut feeling that this isn't going to be a "fake" wedding after all .

[aingeal98]

One of my favourite little things this BOP run does is establish just how loved Cass is by other heroes. Harley calls her everyone's favourite Batman and Dinah empathises with Barda's concern for Cass by acknowledging how much people like her and how she usually ends up the favourite teammate.

Thinking of shy awkward teen Cass who struggled to make a single friend, who got too nervous during her first big team up because there were so many people and had to ring Oracle who asked Dinah to look out for her, who desperately tried to emulate Bruce during her first team with the Outsiders only for it to end in disaster. If that Cass could see how far she's come she'd be stunned. Stunned she doesn't have to be more like Bruce or Babs or Steph in order to successfully work with a team. It turns out the version of Cass other heroes like the most is well.... Cass.

Cassandra Wayne, in and out of universe you are so loved.