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Sweet indulgence 🛼
Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.
Rated: G
CW: none
Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)
Notes: continued from this one.
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"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says. 
“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.” 
“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.” 
“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …” 
Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order. 
“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.” 
Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates. 
Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous. 
It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are. 
Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting. 
Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day. 
He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest. 
“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him. 
“Join me?” 
Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.” 
“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.” 
Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there. 
“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?” 
Steve rolls his eyes. 
“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.” 
They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away. 
“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.” 
So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks. 
“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.” 
“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?” 
Eddie does. 
Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.
When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates. 
“You already gave me all the food.” 
Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.” 
Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came. 
“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket. 
“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 
“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?” 
“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.” 
Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.
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Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos
Part 3
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fly-chicken · 8 months ago
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A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU
***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***
Blacked out part is my name.
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I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too
AND
I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.
And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.
A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am
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pointmetotheundertow · 1 month ago
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If Will and Mike kiss, I want it to feel absolutely NOTHING like the very young, very awkward kisses we've seen happen between El and Mike.
I want it to be painfully obvious it's like NOTHING we've been shown.
If Will and Mike kiss, everyone will know this is what's been missing, because it won't be a dry, fleeting thing. No.
It will be NOTHING like that.
And, trust me, everyone will know.
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zellaspinna · 6 months ago
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the cowboy hat rule:
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wear the hat, ride the cowboy ;)
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superbat-lmao · 5 months ago
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Pt. 2 of this (back by popular demand).
When Jason wakes the following morning he feels gross. His face is tacky and he’s smushed in an uncomfortable position where he feels like he’s rolled to the edge of his bed.
When he blinks up at Bruce, the events of the day before come crashing back with alarming clarity. He goes rigid and Bruce immediately opens his eyes to check on him, pulling back slightly to give him space.
And that makes Jason’s chest hurt. Because everything that had made him uncomfortable Bruce had fixed. Because Jason had been telling Bruce what he didn’t like about him the whole time.
Jason had started to like Batman. He’d gotten dry reports about life in the alley from the guy but he’d also gotten questions about what more could be done to help out alley kids. He’d taken all of Jason’s brash criticism and actually tried to fix things. Jason had started to really like the guy.
And to now be faced with the fact that it was Bruce, the guy who read like, an actual newspaper in the morning and asked about his interests like he was having teeth pulled, it still couldn’t quite compute.
Bruce couldn’t seem to figure out if Jason was comfortable on the cot, so Jason solved his problem for him by tucking his face back into his shoulder. He knew they would have to talk about it. How Jason had been kidnapped and watched his- watched Bruce get shot and then cried about it. But that conversation was going to be exhausting, and his body wasn’t sending him into a panic being this close to Bruce, so he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Bruce seemed to get the message and started running his fingers through Jason’s hair again.
When Alfred came down with breakfast for the both of them, Jason knew his time was up. That they’d have to talk about it all. He wasn’t sure what they would do now that he knew, send him away? Or no, they’d need to make sure he never told anyone. Never let him leave?
Before Jason could spin out too badly, Bruce started explaining how he’d wanted to protect Jason by not telling him about his nightlife. How it was a dangerous secret to know since it could put people in danger.
Jason scoffed at that since he’d been abducted for his connections to Bruce Wayne, like that was any safer.
Bruce paled pretty quick at that but had that look on his face that said he was determined to get through this. Jason wondered which he actually preferred more, conversations or going to the dentist.
But Bruce continued to explain that he’d had concerns over Jason’s ability to trust adults and was entirely out of his depth on how to begin to repair that trust. That he thought Jason needed someone to talk to that would try and resolve his problems. And Batman could do what Bruce couldn’t. He had been scared Jason would run if he couldn’t convince him it would be safe, and that scared Bruce most of all.
And Jason had to acknowledge that Bruce wasn’t entirely wrong. He probably would have run if Batman hadn’t been checking up on him, at least in the beginning. Because Bruce didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t like any of the other adults Jason knew. His body wouldn’t calm down even if he knew he was safe, and he probably would have run from that feeling.
Most importantly, Bruce apologizes. For keeping secrets and also for getting shot in front of him in a “sorry you had to see that” sort of way.
And yeah, Jason could’ve done without watching the guy that’s almost his Dad get shot in front of him, but it wasn’t really anyone’s fault.
And Jason, like a dork, apologizes for crying on him and not being able to handle it.
That makes Bruce’s face do something complicated that Jason had a hard time reading.
Bruce tells him that it isn’t actually normal to not react to someone being shot in front of you. Especially for a child, crying is a very normal response and nothing to be ashamed of.
Jason comes to an odd realization that he isn’t the first kid to know Bruce’s identity. He remembers talk in the alley of Robin, the flashy distraction to Batman’s silent stalker approach.
He asks Bruce if Robin was Dick Grayson, his ward. The supposed “brother” he had yet to meet. He wasn’t sure what Bruce was waiting for there, but he supposed if the man wasn’t even sure if Jason actually wanted to stay that it would be fair that he was cautious about introducing him to everyone.
Bruce’s face shuts down almost entirely at the mention of Dick. He seems to catch himself pretty quick though and picks a spot over Jason’s shoulder as he starts to explain the last time he talked to Dick outside of mask business. How scared he had been his- his ward would be hurt. How he’d fired him from being Robin. How he’d gone off to Bludhaven to be Nightwing. That Bruce hadn’t seen him since he left.
Jason takes in as much of it as he can. He can’t quite process what it would mean to be a vigilante, to be Robin. He still feels dazed from yesterday and the environment of the cave is strange and foreign.
He asks what the plans for the day are and Bruce huffs. Says that he’s on strict orders from Alfred for bed rest. That there will be conversations, a debrief, about what had happened, but that can wait a few days. They will also have to talk about formalizing Jason’s living situation here and registering him for school. All sorts of things, if Jason would like to stay.
And Jason does.
Later, Alfred comes in to re-wrap Bruce’s bandages and move him upstairs. Jason hovers awkwardly, wanting to help but not knowing what to do. Alfred gently directs him in helping get Bruce back to the living room. He says they can move him to his bedroom later but it’ll be easier on his mobility if he stays on the first floor for a while.
Alfred also informs them he had taken the liberty to inform Dick, Barbara, and Clark of the incident, so there will be patrol while Bruce’s shoulder is healing. Bruce goes rigid at this information.
Alfred asks if Jason will accompany him to the kitchen and help carry out their lunch.
When they’re alone, Alfred apologizes for keeping their identities from Jason, and how happy he is the boy is safe. He’d been so concerned yesterday at the car but hadn’t had time to do more than bug the vehicle.
They talk for a bit about identities and Jason accepts that it was kept from him, but now that he knows, he’ll stay in the loop.
Alfred also asks if he wouldn’t mind helping keep an eye on Bruce and make sure he doesn’t try and sneak back down to the cave without medical clearance. If he’d be alright to watch a movie in the living room with him, or a board game maybe.
Jason recognizes the ploy for what it is and plays along, grateful he doesn’t have to go worry by himself in his room or in the library.
When they bring the food out to the living room, Alfred shows Jason their selection of movies and makes sure they’re settled in before going off to take care of dishes.
Jason and Bruce start out sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but by the end of the second movie, Jason is stretched out in a way where they’re almost touching, a pile of pillows separating them.
Jason falls asleep during the third movie.
Dick arrives at the manor halfway through the fourth.
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 (sold separately)
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st-hedge · 1 year ago
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Drew my beautiful anime wife this morning
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nautls11 · 17 days ago
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// judgement 15 spoilers
havent seen a duo name for mel and paeon so i have dubbed them pit viper, but pit like pitfighting
been thinking about them a lot, im gonna miss them dearly
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notsocooljess · 4 months ago
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after seeing the drug pump used on lou lou and haymitch, i’m absolutely convinced this is how snow hijacked peeta.
instead of being strapped to a bed with tubes in his arms as he watched clips of him and katniss, snow probably had situations where he let peeta go around his normal day and then gave him something that wa a subtle reminder of his games and pumped him with the tracker jacker venom at moments where he wouldn’t even expect it.
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canisalbus · 4 months ago
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have you ever thought about Machete and Vasco's theoretical children? Would they even consider having any? I mean, I guess probably not if we're talking just canon universe but WHAT IF 👀
They have a theoretical non-canon child, Ear! (placeholder/nickname).
Ear would most likely exist in the modern au or in a separate offshoot of it. He would've been related to one or neither of them but not both, and any resemblance would've been coincidental.
About their feelings when it comes to adopting children, this is something I've said in a previous post:
Anonymous asked: in the modern au would they adopt? There’s been talk of this a couple of times before and I’m still on the fence about it myself. I think Vasco likes the idea of fatherhood and would have children if given the choice. Machete doesn’t hate children but is strongly unnerved and doesn’t know how to deal with them. So the odds of them agreeing to initiate the adoption process aren’t promising, but if they, by some random chance, found themselves responsible for a child, it’s entirely possible they would grow very attached to the kid and excel as parents. Vasco is natural dad material and Machete would be 'I don't care about children but I will protect this specific one with my life'. (I've said this before, but as tempting and wholesome it is to give your otp a child, I personally don't think that every couple needs to have a kid. It shouldn't be a metric of how fullfilling and loving their relationship is, you can be a childless couple and perfectly content and whole as is).
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antlermoss asked: I feel in my heart modern AU Vasco and Machete would become parents like how my best friend is convinced he will become a parent: by becoming someone's godfather and that someone dying tragically That’s probably one of the more realistic ways you might end up as the legal guardian of someone else’s child, I suppose.
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alaskan-wallflower · 2 months ago
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soda picking up steve and carrying him off before steve can pick a fight with this customer who’s twice his size and steve picking up soda and carrying him off before he can get too attached to one of the random animals on the street
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burningcheese-merchant · 3 months ago
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So glad you’re back, Merchant! Where else was I supposed to get quality burningcheese headcannons? Who was going to get me my fix??How was I gonna LIVE???😭😭Anyway as a token of my appreciation I wanted to give you just a LITTLE hint of a comic based on your works (the Time Travel au one!). I’m so excited to see what other ideas you have, and I hope you’ve fully recovered from the April Fools fiasco! Lol
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You get three gifs expressing my absolute joy seeing this ask 🫵🫵🫵 (there ought to be more but nobody likes a spammer, I don't think lol)
Seeing this made my whole day. My whole week probably. THANK YOU!!! I'm ALWAYS happy to feed the BurningCheese nation!!! What kind of drug dealer merchant would I be if I didn't get my customers their ship fix? Letting my customers down like that? Never. This is a BurningCheese (and Beast x Ancient) blog forever and ever. I hope I'm able to entertain you with my nonsense for as long as I can!
Also. "How was I going to LIVE" uhhhh you signed a contract. You signed this document stating you'd serve the BurningCheese cult and spread BurningCheese propaganda for eternity. No refunds, pal. You're trapped. Hell is hot and spicy and also full of cheese. But it's ok, we'll be together. I'll keep you safe from the horrors
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malicious-leporine · 2 years ago
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a troubling discovery
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abd-illustrates · 8 months ago
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Going to make a proper promo post later, but wanted to give a quick heads-up that I'm likely going to be opening my Vgen for character art commissions sometime in the next few days!
If you follow my page over there it should notify you when slots open (^^)/
🍁 vgen.co/ABDillustrates
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skunkes · 11 months ago
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catladychronicles · 1 year ago
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He is ready
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is-the-fire-real · 1 year ago
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When I was last on tumblr, it was ten years ago and one of the biggest faux pas you could commit was incorrect tagging.
It was Literally Colonialism to use a tag that was For Certain Oppressed Groups. The actually-autistic tag was created because allistics "took over" the autism tag, and this/other tags became heavily policed by users to make sure they remained a "safe space".
I remember seeing countless posts about how autistics would never be safe if we didn't have a bubble to protect us from interacting with allistics. The same went for tags about transliness and queerness. The going approach used militarized and hyperbolic language to characterize and other folks who weren't in the community: autistics (the group I had the most direct experience with) were attacked by allistic invaders who violated and conquered autistic tagging systems.
The "Literally Colonialism" isn't a joke. I saw plenty of suggestions that to even use a tag which was perceived as being "not yours" was colonization of ideas and thoughts. To be allistic, have an opinion on autism, and tag it as "autism" was held up as being exactly the same as the behavior of empires and nation-states.
Obviously, I don't entirely agree, and don't think this particular hyperbolization is helpful for advocacy or for dialogue. But I do find it interesting how, in the decade since I was last here, it seems to (mostly) still be true that you should only use certain tags if you have a particular identity...
... unless you're not Jewish, in which case feel free to use any and all Judaism-related tags and break the system's meager functionality for Jewish people.
As someone who is using Tumblr to connect to online Judaism, it's daunting to see how many posts under "judaism" are by non-Jews screeching about Israel. Seeing non-Jews openly talk about they tag their posts with gore, rape denial, Holocaust denial, October 7 denial, and other deliberately-triggering material with Jewish-themed tags specifically to make Jewish users of Tumblr feel unsafe. Reading them telling each other about how this is advocacy, this will absolutely win the war for Gazans, and how anybody who blocks them (in order to make sure the tags can actually work as intended) is a genocidal coward. Using that self-same militaristic language to describe their activities, only instead of criticizing, they're bragging.
It's, uh, kind of fucked up.
Imagine going to the actually-autistic tag and finding nothing but a wall of allistics claiming that they've victoriously conquered the tag from those inhuman monsters pretending to have problems when other Real People are the ones who are suffering. I think we would all intuitively understand that this would be Wrong. Even if there was some supposed outward justification for being mad at certain autistics, we would understand that holding all autistics everywhere responsible for it is wrong. That breaking a community's ability to talk to each other is wrong. That trying to trigger people and then telling them to commit suicide is wrong.
And we'd also understand, or come to, that the very action of going "This community I'm not part of doesn't deserve to have this tag, I'mma take it back, or at least ruin it so no one else can have it" is an expression of privilege. It is wrong, and it is immature, and it is cowardice.
These smug, self-involved, active attempts at causing harm make no sense at all if seen as advocacy; they help no one, advance no cause, stop no Zionists (whatever that means) from expressing themselves online.
They only make sense when seen as Jew-hate.
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