#no secrets between them

[resident-gay-bitch]

“i don’t…” eddie swallowed, “i don’t know who else to go to.”

robin nodded her head slowly, “okay.” she reached her hand out, sweeping some of eddie’s wet bangs back out of his fearful eyes, “what’s going on?”

“i just… i know we’re not close like that… not really.” eddie picked at the threads on his jeans, they were damp, all of him was, “but i think… i think your the only one who might understand. your… your an outcast too.”

robin smiled at him softly, “yeah.”

“it’s…” eddie glanced up, “your parents aren’t gonna walk in, right?”

robin looked back at the door and got up to close it, “not anymore.”

“okay.” eddie sighed, nodding his head, hyping himself up.

“ed, you can trust me.” she offered, sitting back on the bed, “you can trust me.”

eddie looked at her for a moment, eyes locked and searching. yeah, he could trust her. probably. he jumped up, needing to pace a little, to hype himself up. his shoes squelched, damn this fucking rain and the buckleys obscenely long drive way.

“i’m gay.” he blurted out.

robins eyes widened, “what?”

“if you hate me… that’s fine i guess, just please don’t tell anyone.” eddie started to panic, pacing faster.

“you're gay?” robin stood up from the bed, eyes locked on him.

eddie stopped to look at her, cleared his throat, “so gay.”

robin smiled, “me too.”

eddie had never felt more relief than he had in that moment, “you are?”

“so fucking gay.” she nodded.

he rushed to her, and they hugged, tight. they stayed like that for a while, holding eachother, hands stroking the others hair. robin didn’t even care that her clothes and arms and cheek and everything was all wet now, she had someone. someone like her. she was on air. eddie felt higher.

“jesus fuck, buckley.” he muttered into her shoulder, voice wet “why didn’t we figure this out five months ago?”

robin laughed, and eddie heard her sniffle, “i don’t know.”

“you're my best friend now, kay?”

“kay.” she smiled, hugging him a little tighter.

“shit.” he laughed softly, releasing her from the hug and holding her shoulders, “i gotta tell you something so bad.”

“okay!” she pulled him back to the bed, “wait, take your shoes and wet clothes off.”

“okay.” eddie kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jacket, hanging it over the back of her desk chair.

“here.” robin handed him a pair of sweats, turning around to face the door so he could change, “they’re steve’s, so they’ll fit.”

“they’ll probably be too big,” eddie smiled, starting to change pants, “have you seen that guys thighs?”

“i know!” robin laughed, “he’s started working out again, he’s crazy.”

“mhm.” eddie hummed, “okay, decent.”

robin spun back to him, smiling and pulling him down onto her bed, wrapping him up in a blanket, “okay, tell me.”

eddie sighed, “you’re sworn to secrecy, okay robert?”

“got it.” she nodded, grabbing her old manky teddy to fiddle with, “this secret shall never breach these walls.”

eddie smiled at her, “i’m like, probably full on in love or something.”

her jaw dropped, “you are?”

eddie nodded, “i think so. i’ve never been in love before.” he hummed, thinking on it, “but… it feels like how love would be.”

she smiled, “i think i’m in love too.”

eddie’s eyes widened, “yeah?”

she nodded her head, “wheeler.”

eddie grinned, “your gay for wheeler?”

she nodded again, “she’s wonderful.”

“yeah.” eddie agreed, “badass too.”

“so badass, it’s crazy hot.” robin stared off into the room.

“careful, rob.” eddie elbowed her gently, “you got a little drool.”

robin turned a little pink at that, giggled, “i’m lost on her, eddie.”

“sorry, bob.” eddie sighed, tipping his head to rest on hers, “liking someone straight sucks ass.”

“yeah.” she muttered low.

“i get it.” eddie hummed, “too many guys… and steve.”

robin sat up straight, “you like steve?”

“yea-“

“wait!” she clasped her hands on eddie’s shoulders, staring him down, “you love steve?”

eddie nodded.

“steve harrington?”

eddie nodded again.

“my best friend and partner in crime, always the babysitter, steve no-middle-name harrington?”

“he doesn’t have a middle name?” eddie asked, looking to his lap, “no wonder i haven’t guessed it yet. he’s been leading me on with that for months.”

robin grabbed his face aggressively, turning his attention back on her, “eddie! you love steve?”

eddie nodded his head, “yeah.” he shrugged, “he’s like, perfect.”

robins eyes softened and she relaxed her grip, “you think?”

eddie smiled, “i mean, look at him, bobbie! even you can tell he’s beautiful. perfect hair, lovely skin, gorgeous eyes, pretty pink lips, the light layer of freckles that cover his cheeks, his moles…” eddie trailed off for a second, “and damn, since he’s been working out again he’s been driving me insane with his thighs and biceps. i have never wanted to take a bite out of someone so bad.”

“oh…” robin looked at him, “so… he’s pretty?”

“the prettiest.” eddie hummed, cheeks pink and a little love struck, “and he’s so nice, robert. i mean, he’s an absolute bitch but he’s sweet about it. i like it when he puts me in my place too, gets all… commander mean girl about it. and… he’s soft.”

“soft?” robin asked, voice whispered.

“mhm.” eddie nodded, “soft. he’s… he’s hurt, deep inside, but he puts on a show of everything’s okay. but when he does let the hurt through, it’s tender. and he’s so caring, it’s a little concerning sometimes. but he checks in on me, and he makes sure i’ve eaten every day because he knows i forget to a lot, and he doesn’t mind when i forget things… he lets me go on all these forty minuet one sided conversations about weirdo nerd or music shit, even though i know he has better things to do. he makes sure i have a blanket on movie nights, and gets my favourite drinks and the popcorn i like.” eddie chuckled to himself softly, “i could go on for days, bob.”

she sighed, content and smiling with a slight redness to her cheeks, “you really do love him.”

eddie nodded, “probably the most i’ve loved anything, other than my guitar and wayne.” his smile wavered, “which is why it totally sucks, because steve is a lady killer and i… i’m not a lady.”

robin opened and closed her mouth a few times, thinking, before settling on something to say, “sorry, eddie. m’here for you.”

“thanks, robert.”

robin squeezed his hand, linking their fingers together.

“you wanna tell me more about nance?” eddie asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, “then we can cry together about how sad our love lives are.”

robin nodded, “will you let me paint your nails whilst we do it?” she shrugged, “steve doesn’t like it.”

eddie grinned, “do you have black?”

she nodded, a big smile on her face, “let’s be sad!”

“okay!” eddie giggled, watching her climb up to get the nail polish, “tell me about the wonderful wheeler.”

“well…” robin huffed, sitting back down and grabbing eddie’s hand.

**

“god, what?” steve groaned, rubbing his eyes as he opened the front door, “what could you possibly need at this fucking hour, robin?”

robin held up a finger, huffing and puffing, “just… gimme… a second…”

steve sighed, standing there, watching her, “you coming inside? it’s pouring out there.” he looked at her some more, “hey! did you seriously run here? in this weather? at fucking three in the morning?”

robin nodded her head, standing now, but leaning her weight entirely on the doorframe, an arm over her eyes, “jesus, steve. how do you work out every day?”

steve shrugged, “what’s going on?” he folded his arms, “what was so important you couldn’t just call?”

robin stood properly, hands braced on the small of her back as she stretched out, taking a second before speaking, “i forgot that i had a phone in the kitchen.” she nodded, “couldn’t call you from mine because eddie’s asleep in my bed.”

steve’s face did a weird thing, going through about fifty emotions, “why is eddie in your bed?”

“we bonded.” robin grinned, “anyway, you should ask him out tomorrow.”

“rob-“

“okay, bye.” she smiled, stepping back out into the rain.

“robin!” steve called after her.

“ask him out!” she called back, setting into a jog, “and bring me some cold medicine tomorrow!”

“i’ll just drive you?” steve grabbed his keys from the side table and rushed out the door behind her.

“no!” robin shrieked, “i’ll say too much!”

“ro-“

“okay, fine!” robin rolled her eyes dramatically, walking over to his car, “you got me! i’ll tell you!”

“… okay then.”

“he’s like… totally in love with you too, dingus.” robin grinned, sitting down in his car and getting his seat wet, “BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT FROM ME, OKAY?”

“OKAY!” steve nodded, insides on fire.

**

next part with ronance because it's necessary

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[theerurishipper]

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Masterpost

[sevenspoonfulsofsugar]

thinking of the ending of conclave (2024) and those lingering shots on the papal vestments. the future and the foundation of the church, he who sits on the throne and is the face of it, wears white.

and the last shot of the movie. and those lingering shots on the women below. the future and the foundation of the church, they who maintain it without being lauded for it, wear white.

[fluentisonus]

thomas

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[secriden]

One of my favourite things about the way Fadel's plan (to "make them [Style] fall in love with us [me]") plays out is that when he dials up his affection and goes all out on the sweet flirtation and tenderness, Style immediately finds it weird and strange and suspicious and off-putting. Fadel pretending to be #whipped actually makes Style pull away like none of Fadel's aggression and violence and outright rejection did -- because it wasn't sincere, and Style could sense that.

When Fadel first drags Style out and starts peppering kisses on his face, Style turns away from his kisses and pulls back/pushes Fadel away from him to start questioning why Fadel is acting so strange. This is the same person who later propositions Fadel in a public bathroom whilst knowing one of the stalls is currently occupied by a stranger, so whilst I fully acknowledge Style probably genuinely did not want his dad to see them necking in his place of work, I'm also convinced it wasn't the only reason.

Because when Fadel allows some honesty to slip out, when he says "Don't you ever think that I'm only like this because of you?", Style actually softens and turns into Fadel's kiss for the first time in the scene. His hands go from pushing upwards at Fadel's neck to clenching softly against his shoulder and upper arm, like he's finally able to relax and hold Fadel closer (you can actually see the difference in these screenshots compared to the ones above). Style stops resisting and sinks into the kiss, lets his eyes almost slip close because something in him recognises that Fadel spoke true.

The same thing happens in Style's bedroom when Fadel continues his charade: Style is smiling, but there's a distinctly uncomfortable and awkward air about it, and he actually pulls away when Fadel continues to sniff-kiss him while going on and on about loving the way Style smells like gasoline. Fadel tries to be clingy again and Style outright calls him out on how weird he's being, so Fadel is forced to backtrack into sincerity:

Suddenly, Style's wariness turns to excitement and interest; he happily agrees to come along and asks what he should get Bison as a gift. Fadel is literally torturing himself to keep up this excessive affection and tenderness (the away Fadel's softness and sweetness just drops once Style goes to take that shower. Ugh. T_T) and gets nothing from Style until he offers something genuine -- a request for time to celebrate someone Fadel truly loves.

In fact, it's the pieces of honesty (or at least I'm assuming that this is also true since he was honest about Bison's birthday), and only those, that Style responds positively to. We have seen Style flirting constantly in previous episodes but he literally has not said anything scandalous or suggestive so far, nor has he initiated any affection even once until this moment.

And the reason why I love all this SO MUCH is because it really shows the evidence of Style's words before he even says them. In the midst of all the secrets and lies between them, ever since he found out about Fadel's secret and decided he was going to keep pursing him anyway, Style has been chasing and chasing Fadel's sincerity. And each precious revelation that Fadel gave him -- his parents' murder, his inability to trust, his desire for something genuine from Style -- has been carefully stored away in Style's heart like nuggets of gold. Which is why Fadel's performance was doomed from the start; because Style was moved by the true things and not the lies, and Fadel's pretensions can have no effect when Style's heart now has the ability to recognise that which he has already grown to love.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Robin was bored. Bored of Aster, bored of hiding, and bored of this stupid fucking bedroom. But every time he attempted a premature retreat, Aster would get irrationally upset; as though he were losing a limb, rather than a foolish, uninterested schoolboy. Robin didn’t like upsetting people; it was bad enough living with the anguish of others, he didn’t want to be the cause of it too-.. unless they deserved it, which Aster probably didn’t. Maybe he’d just have to wait until he did, then he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty. Alex was right, he should’ve abandoned this ship before it’d even had chance to set sail…

[hitwiththefandomz]

They take their job very seriously @sweeneydino

[rikan-oo]

Rogue cultivator SY AU [ 1, 2, 3, 4 ]

Shen Yuan comes back to Cang Qiong Peaks after a year of travel for his research. Shen Qingqiu is excited until he finally sees him.

SQQ: What is THAT?

SY: I'm happy to see you too *beaming eagerly with badly grown beard and mustache* It is a year of my hard work. I wanted to show you it so badly *proudly touches his beard* Impressive, isn't it?

SQQ: You're getting rid of that immediately.

SY: Huh?

SQQ: I say, you have five minutes to get rid of that abomination yourself, or I'll do it. *drawing the sword*

SY: W-what? Wait! I can't do this, I spent so much time growing it, so it looks good!

SQQ: And clearly, you have failed. Shave it. NOW

SY: You're just jealous I did while you couldn't. I look manly!

SQQ: I just don't want to kiss Mu Qingfang twin. At least he saw the reason and shaved it off.

SY: He did?! Oh, no. Shidi lost his wings!

SQQ: A-Yuan, I'm starting counting. One-

SY: Okay-okay! Does it really look so bad? *mumbles*

SQQ: Yes. *gets closer and takes his chin in his hand* You'll look so much better without it. Believe me. *leaning closer as it to kiss him on lips, but in last moment bits his nose*

SY: AW! YOU-*tries to back off*

SQQ: After you do this, you'll recieve a welcome kiss. Understand? *pinches his cheek*

SY: Yes! Stop doing it!

In the background:

LBH: I'd kiss him anyways, with beard or not.

NYY: Ning Yingying thinks Shizun would too. But Shifu looks better without it. He just needs proper motivation.

MF: Obviously, Shizun doesn't want to repeat "Beardgrow remedy catastrophe," which happened half a year ago. *shudders*

LBH: Didn't you also-

MF: I don't recall anything of the sorts.

P.S: For a moment, Shen Jiu thought let it be. Maybe it would work better than weil, getting rid of potential flies flocking to honey. But they would see SY's smile anyway, the way he crinkles his eyes, a playfull glint in them, blush on his cheeks and-

It won't work.

[astal-art]

… hi..

[ladykatibeth]

I see Stone as a more dangerous singular villain, mostly because I think he’d go for the manipulative spider trapping route more often while if Robotnik wants you dead you’ll know pretty quickly because that man is incapable of not being blunt.

Robotnik prefers to use brute force with his robots 99% of the time to get what he wants, and Stone will follow his lead with that (because he’s in love), but by himself he’s more apt to wait patiently and act nicely and then kill you without warning.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Tis but a flesh wound!

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[nemaliwrites]

feligami this, felinette that - who is thinking about FELIBUG WITH ME

Félix and Sentibug… taking back their humanity together…making sure no one else is used and discarded like they were….their birth may not have been their own but their lives can be

[seagreenstardust]

Kinda love the idea that Izuku and Katsuki got an apartment together straight out of UA and they were living together for all of the six remaining years it took to get that suit finalized

[soni-dragon]

tw for eyes below cut

“wanna see what destruction looks like?” but 100x scarier