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I’ve been listening to this song for over six hours and it still vibes.
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the idea of dogs needing a Firm Hand to learn (aka mild to medium animal mistreatment) is so funny to me, because Hugo had his feelings MORTALLY WOUNDED while being taught to Play Dead because I gently pushed him into a laying-on-his-side position... heartbroken from being gently pushed
#we taught him to lay on his side and belly-up with normal luring instead but I was helping him in the position and he got upset LMAO#I felt like the devil bro he walked to the opposite side of the house and stood there until I apologized#we had to do some repetitions of tricks he already knew so he could cheer back up (doing tricks makes him very very very happy)#he is very glad to listen but is also insanely sensitive#he also doesn't respond to someone raising their voice. in fact. he gets secondhand sad#if. for example. a cat jumps on the counter and makes their way over to a delicious cake that is up there#and I yell TOBY GET DOWN#Hugo gets sad and he's not even being yelled at. he just doesn't want me to yell at Toby#sergle.txt
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@steddie-week
part 1 (bc this is one big 7 part story)
day 02: bittersweet & angst
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eddie The Problem munson: engagement party on saturday babyyyy 🥳🥸🕺
Steve’s been staring at the message for two days now. It's sitting in his notifications, staring at him like a painful reminder of what happened exactly seven days ago. A week. It's only been a week, and Steve somehow it feels like it was both only one day or seven months ago.
It's an almost liminal experience, walking through life without texting Eddie every second of the day – because texting him would mean opening his message. It would make this real.
And that's the last thing Steve wants.
"I'm not going," Robin declares as they're cuddling on the couch, wallowing in their misery as Mayday Parade's Oh Well, Oh Well is playing for the eighth time on repeat. "Tell me you're not going, Stevie."
"Robbie," he sighs, squeezing her tighter as she tries to wriggle out of his arms to glare at him.
"Steve."
"I can't not go."
"Yes you can." She pokes him in the ribs, but he doesn't budge. She pokes him again. "Not going to things is literally the easiest thing in the world. It's a hundred times easier than going to things. You should try it sometime, trust me. You go to too many things, and–"
"Bee," he hums to get her out of the rambling spiral before she can get lost in it.
"What I'm saying," he interrupts herself dramatically, "is that you can't do this to yourself. They're engaged. They're getting married. We're going to keep our distance until our brains and hearts and the traitorous little chemicals in our bodies catch up to reality, and then we get over them, and then we can go back and see them ever again. That's the logical thing to do, Steve. But you can't... You can't just go and get your heart broken and talk yourself into thinking it's the right thing to do. It's not."
Steve sighs into her hair and buries his face in her neck. He knows that. Technically, logically, he does.
But not going feels wrong. Wronger than anything else that's been hollowing out his chest and leaving nothing but emptiness and the ghosts of every smile, every touch, every baby, love, sweetheart, sunshine. Every imaginary future, every scenario where Eddie meant it. Meant those words, meant those smiles, meant it when he took Steve's hand to hold it.
But Eddie did mean it. Every time, he meant it; because he calls Argyle and Jeff and Gareth baby and sunshine and sweetheart, too. He takes their hands, too, leans in to kiss their cheeks and just holds them when he needs to. That's just the kind of person Eddie is. Always has been.
To go and assume he never meant it would be unfair.
To go and hope it could ever mean more when Chrissy has always been right there would just be stupid.
Well, good thing Steve has that kind of reputation with a few people anyway, so it's not even a statistical outlier, that one. It's not even worth a side note.
"I know," he rasps, his eyes beginning to sting as the next lyrics are carved into the empty space of where his heart used to be.
Oh well, oh well I can't live with myself As I'm climbing in your window to get to your bed.
And I'll be what you need, You can call me anything. Just as long as we're still friends.
Tears prickle in his eyes and he doesn't bother to hold them back. Not now, not with Robin. They've both been crying on and off all week, even though Robin took it better than him.
"I know," he sobs, wrapping his arms around her even tighter as she lets herself be held because she knows that's what he needs. "I know, I know, I know. But I have to. I can't just... I can't just stop, Bee."
"I know," she sighs, climbing out of his hold eventually to wrap her arms around him in return as he cries into her shoulder.
The world (read: his Spotify playlist) makes it worse by playing Sum 41's With Me next, ripping out even the newly carved words.
Robin holds him for the rest of the night, even as he finally opens Eddie's message and types out a reply.
—I'll come!
And especially when there's a new message immediately.
—hot 🥵❤️
He leaves Eddie on read after that.
~*~
Saturday rolls around in a haze, and suddenly Steve finds himself looking at the front door of the little house Chrissy inherited after her mother passed a few years ago. It's a nice little house. Quaint. Perfect. Everything Steve could ever dream of, actually. And she deserves it. All of this and more.
There's noise coming from the garden, where people are laughing and having a great time. A happy time, celebrating their friends and all the good things in life that come with a love well placed.
God, what is he doing here? He can't do this. There is no way.
He's just about to pull out his phone and call Robin, tell her he's coming home, or ask her to tell him everything's gonna be alright, when–
"Steve!" Chrissy hurries towards him, throwing her arms around him in a tight, warm, perfect hug. God, he loves her so much. He melts right into the embrace, wrapping his arms around her middle to spin her around with a grin.
She giggles in delight and tells him to let her down again, which only makes him spin for another round, his grin turning into a genuine laugh.
"No, I hate you!" she laughs, but still doesn't step away from him when he puts her down again. Instead, she leans up and brushes a kiss to his cheek. "Hi, asshole."
"Hi."
He grins and takes her hands in his, just smiling at her for another moment before his eyes trail down to a ring he's never seen her wear before. Ah. Right.
"Oh shit! That it?"
"That's it," Chrissy says, looking down at her hand to look at the ring with a fond, happy little smile, her cheeks flushing red. It breaks Steve a little, but it also fixes something inside him to see her so truly, genuinely happy. "Pretty huh?"
"Very," Steve breathes, hiding the lump in his throat with a sound of awe.
Chrissy hugs him again for good measure and then takes his hand to drag him into the backyard the same way she just came out front, through a little gate off to the side instead of through the house.
Steve loves their backyard because it's always covered in sheerly endless colourful strings of light that are wrapped around decorative arches or poles, framing the back doors and the canopy swing set on the lawn, and just give it the most homey and comfortable atmosphere.
"Stevie!" Eddie exclaims immediately and jumps off from his chair, interrupting a conversation he's apparently been having with Argyle and Nancy to run up to him with such a giddy expression that Steve wants to cry. His heart leaps in his chest, coming back to life and saying one last goodbye at the same time.
"Hi," he says, hugging Eddie close before he can so much as think about what he's doing. But no matter how hurt he is, there will never be a world in which he won't want to hug Eddie Munson. "Sorry I'm late."
"No sorries, it's fine," Eddie murmurs into his neck, staying in the embrace endlessly, and Steve takes the chance to breathe him in. He smells so good. So, so good. It clogs his lungs and renders him unable to speak.
But who needs to speak when they have Eddie in their arms? Who needs to speak when all they have to do is never let go?
Eddie squeezes him a little tighter, and Steve wants to cry. He slowly, gently pushes away from the hug and turns towards the other guests, greeting them with a grin, a hug, or a handshake if they're not familiar.
When he gets to Wayne, the man eyes him with a look that Steve doesn't want to read too much, and his embrace is just a little longer, just a little stronger than usual.
“You look tired, son,” he says by way of greeting, and Steve can’t help but snort and shake his head a little.
“Good to see you again, too, old man.”
Wayne eyes him for one moment longer, then breaks into a small smile and pats Steve’s shoulder before stepping around him to go grab another drink.
After that, the night passes in a blur of talking to his friends, trying to understand what the hell it is that has Nancy and Argyle arguing so profusely, but with smiles on their faces. He fails. But it’s good to see them again, so he just basks in it for a while.
Or, he tries, because every second that he’s not talking or listening to someone, his eyes flick back to Eddie. Eddie, who’s lifting Chrissy from behind and smacking a loud, wet kiss to her neck, her jaw and her cheek, accompanied by her delighted squeals and laughter.
Eddie, who’s looking larger than life, a happy grin permanently plastered on his face as he reminds their guests that Chrissy was his bisexual awakening.
“I swear, she just swept me off my feet after years of thinking I was only into dudes. Knew I had to marry her, but man, I don’t know why she said yes.”
“I’m settling, honey,” Chrissy calls from the other end of the table they’re sitting around. “Only in it for that rockstar money and all.”
The whole table laughs at that.
“Hear, hear,” Eddie snorts, lifting his glass in a toast. Steve and the others lift theirs, too, even though Steve’s hand and arm and whole body feels numb and he’s not entirely sure he’s breathing.
A while later, he grabs a drink and retreats to the canopy swing, illuminated in the soft pink flow of the fairy lights wrapped around it. Eddie’s eyes land on him for a second and Steve thinks that he’ll come over and join him — but then one of Chrissy’s friends says something that distracts him and seemingly makes him fall into a monologue of sorts.
Steve watches, feeling only loss and longing as he does. Eddie is a force of nature. A spectacle. Something beautiful, something powerful, something secret that only a select few get to witness. To know. To appreciate.
Staring as he is, blind to the rest of the world, he startles a little when the swing jostles with another weight settling on it. He didn’t see Wayne coming to join him, and he’s not quite sure whether he should be grateful for the company or apprehensive of what the man who’s like a father to him might have to say.
“How are you doing, son?”
He frowns. “I’m alright.”
Wayne only hums, and Steve’s frown deepens. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that tells him Wayne knows something. That he knows.
“Y’know,” he continues after a while, not looking at Steve but rather at his nephew and his fiancée. “I always figured it would be you.”
Steve crumbles. Yeah, me too, he wants to say, but that would be a lie. Watching the way Chrissy sits on Eddie’s lap with his arms around her, his chin on her shoulder as he tells her something that makes her laugh that cute, pretty, adorable laugh that Eddie then can’t help but join — that’s just something Steve would never compare to. Nothing he’d ever want to come in between.
Eddie and Chrissy are perfect. They’re happy. They fit, they match, they work. They worked so hard and treat each other so right.
They look giddy and serene at the same time, and it makes Steve’s eyes sting. Because he can never make Eddie look like that. He can never make Eddie look at him like that.
I always figured it would be you.
But he couldn’t. That bubbly kind of love, the sunshine kind of love. He knows that’s not for him. Steve’s too much for that. He would never be enough for Eddie — even if without Eddie, there’s nothing left of him.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Wayne continues, unaware of Steve’s thought spiral. “I love that girl, I do. Always will. I think she’s too good for Eddie. Don’t tell him I said that,” he adds hastily, and Steve smiles through the tears that threaten to fall again.
“They’re perfect,” he rasps, laughing wetly as Chrissy starts chasing Eddie, who’s hiding behind a very distressed Argyle, who just wants his brochachos to chill!
Maybe it’s a laugh, maybe it’s a sob. He doesn’t have it in him to find out or care.
“They are. Doesn’t mean they’re right, son.”
Steve sighs and tears his eyes away from Eddie. “Wayne.”
“I know, I know.” He lifts his hands in defence. “Shutting up.” After a long pause of holding Steve’s eyes, he asks, “Will you be okay?”
No, he thinks immediately, the lump in his throat too big to say anything. So he just shrugs and swallows. “Sure.”
Maybe. Hardly. Probably not. Definitely not.
"No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me. You’ll always have a home with an open door with me, you hear me?"
"I’m not going anywhere, wayne," Steve says, though for the first time ever he doesn't really believe that. Maybe he needs to leave. To leave Eddie behind. Get over him. Cut out his heart and leave it here, run away to heal somewhere else, come back as a new person, or just stay away forever.
The thought makes a tear spill as an empty kind of desperation spreads it’s ugly wings inside his chest, and he's too frozen to wipe it away.
"You hear me?" Wayne repeats, gentler this time, but no less urgent for it.
"Yeah," steve rasps. "Thanks."
Another tear falls as Eddie gently pulls Chrissy closer to him and kisses her in the soft glow of the fairy lights above and around them. Their friends cheer. Steve wants to cry his heart out again.
“I—“ he swallows, wiping at his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. I can’t do this, he wants to say. For the first time, that’s what he wants to say. “I think I’m gonna head home soon.”
“You bring your car?”
He shakes his head, feeling foggy and dazed and empty and endlessly, endlessly sad. “Was gonna, uh—“
“Let me drive you.” There’s no room for debate or argument there, and Steve wants to crumble again, but still he shakes his head.
“Wayne, no—“
“I’m taking you, son. Make sure you get home safe, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Don’t wanna keep your old man up all night, do ya?”
Steve concedes with a fond eye roll and a grateful smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“That’s what I thought.”
They sit like that for another ten minutes — and if Steve leans into Wayne’s side a little, then that’s nobody’s business but theirs.
The car ride is quiet, but it feels weighted even as Wayne pretends not to see the way Steve keeps wiping at his cheeks as the silent tears keep falling, leaving him powerless to stop them.
I can’t do this, he keeps thinking over and over again.
“Just a little warning,” Wayne speaks up again as he pulls up to Steve’s building. “I think he’s going to ask you to be his best man, Stevie. Don’t do anything you’re not ready for, okay?”
I can’t do this.
He nods, numb again.
“I’ll do anything for him,” he breathes.
“That’s what I’m afraid of, yeah.”
He gets out of the car before he can find out what exactly Wayne means by that. The car stays where it is until the front door closes behind him, until he’s up in his bedroom and finds Robin already asleep.
Ten minutes later, he cuddles close to her and tries hard not to cry, but tonight’s memories have burned themselves into his mind. And he shouldn’t have gone. He knows. He knows.
I’ll do anything. I can’t do this. I’ll do anything. I can’t do this.
He can’t breathe, and Robin holds him through it, whispering sleepily to him as he cries himself to sleep, wishing for a world where he’s not absolutely and utterly in love with Eddie Munson, but failing to imagine one.
I’ll do anything. Anything but this.
tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen come back tomorrow for idk which prompt | read part 3 here
#steddie fic#steddie#steddieweek2023#dio words#listen i barely got any sleep last night and it’s almost 2am again and i’m SO tired so if this doesn’t make sense if it’s too repetitive or#anything??? then that’s just how it is (wap bap)#they all love each other so much it’s a whole mess#would love to give you hurt/comfort tomorrow but that would be rather soon huh#also please nobody be mean to/about chrissy i swear to god#everyone who’s commented and/or reblogged the first part: HI HELLO MWAH!! 🤍🌷
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Not an ask. Just wanted to say how much I love the game and how exited I am for any updates lol! I just wanted to add: try and not overwork yourself. Yes, we all love updates and Mushtoom oasis in general, but as the creator you are just as important!
That's about it. Take care of yourself!!
Thank You <3
#mushroom oasis vn#jar of fireflies#listen i can yappa yappa yappa all day about how thankful i am EVERY SINGLE TIME someone sends a nice message#but i hate to sound repetitive#shooting everyone with my heart emoji laser beam
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spotify was out for blood today
#good omens#ghost scribbles#(forever is devastating to listen to as well#it’s so desperate and sad and soft but banging at the same time#the repetition really stabs you)
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i know some of nora's extra content are... so out of character... and... questionable... but there's this one part that never faiIs to make me feel things;
"And then Neil was— gone
And Andrew wanted to–wanted to burn the world, wanted to shove aside everyone standing in his way, wanted to tear the stadium down bench by bench and bolt by bolt, until he figured out where Neil was,"
#LISTEN#andrew always says that he wants nothing#but#Andrew wanted to-wanted to burn the world#HE WANTED TO BURN THE WORLD#BECAUSE NEIL WAS GONE#this is such a big desire yk#also the stutter and the repetition make it so much better#did i make any sense?#probably not but they haven't left my brain since months ago#so...#aftg#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil
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There's a ghost in me
May You Never, John Martyn // Jeremy Miranda // Ghosts, Ladytron // When the Night Falls, Miren Asiain Lora // Endless Cycle // Siniša Višković // Jandy Nelson // Brown Trout Blues, Johnny Flynn
#ghosts is such a repetitive song but i love the chorus#been listening to my sad song playlist so prepare for some web weaving posts#web weaving#may you never#jeremy miranda#ghosts by ladytron#when the night falls#Siniša Višković#Brown trout blues#johnny flynn#mine#john martyn
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*squeaky sound effects*
bro, please don't treat your pet fish like a stress ball (っ °Д °;)っ
#this scene really deserves more than my meagre attempt at animation but the visual was too funny not to attempt#dtppf#dtbpf#li yu#mu tianchi#listen him being like ''...actually yeah okay i can see why you're Upset right now so i WILL return so that you can squeeze me#like a stress ball but like? maybe a bit more gentle???'' and through sheer repetition something succeeds in being communicated#i'm not sure ''don't squish the fish'' should be something you HAVE to communicate but we're getting somewhere#i have officially started the fish isekai book wish me luck so far it's pretty cute... though if i'm gonna have to learn how to draw fish..#my art
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a rare traditional piece! of that one crazy kid from skool! and a buncha spookies
ink under the cut before I went nuts with copics
I like the ink so much better OOPS LOL
#invader zim#dib#dib membrane#iz dib#listened to Wise Owl Forest from Dark Cloud most of the time drawing this#highly recommend. repetitive but a total bop#mina arts
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hello yugioh fandom
#yugioh#ryou bakura#yami bakura#yami yugi#joey wheeler#doodle#im watching the show for the first time#im obsessed with these little nerds#im watching dub bc i put it on in the background to listen to#‘watching’ i like. half-pay attention to it bc its incredibly repetitive love them but#edit: i know theyre japanese its for the meme
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hot take? i don't think blurryface is going to be "defeated" by the end of the lore. he might be the villain of the story but at the same time he's a living part of tyler as well. i think they'll win, but not completely eradicate the existence of blurryface. they might suppress him, or learn to peacefully coexist with him, or outgrow his influence or whatever - that's the "managing the tension" part. we also have to keep in mind that tyler is still struggling to some extent with his insecurities and vulnerabilities (though he's gotten much better ofc) and i think that aspect will be reflected in his art.
besides, they've said that some people might not like the ending, which insinuates we won't be getting a perfectly hunky-dory happy ending. i also don't think tyler is the type to give this kind of story a sunshines and rainbows type of closure.
the core message of twenty one pilots, although it has certainly evolved over the years, is that it's fine to be not okay, but you must fight for your survival. i think that the lore ending will leave us with the message that broken as we are, we have to stay alive AND push on through - and before you know it, you'll be in a much better place than when you first started.
#i feel like ive said this before so apologies if it sounds repetitive#i just had to get it out#and to add#i was in a godawful fucking state when i first started listening to tøp#but i am doing much much better now#i have friends i have a job i graduated i function fairly normally in life#but that doesnt mean my blurryface is gone#i still struggle and some parts of me feel perpetually broken#whats comforting though is that my ability to regulate my feelings and life have gotten much stronger#sometimes i do feel like ive relapsed and its terrible#'ive been praying for my elasticity to return to the way that it was'#but when that horrible moment passes i realize that i actually have become better and stronger#i keep myself alive and push on through#im still working on learning to lessen the burden i put on myself#and coexist with my blurryface#but i am getting somewhere#sorry for babbling and venting but what i wanted to say is that#i relate to where the trench story is going and itd make sense for blurry to still be there by the end of it all#just with less power over tyler#tøp#twenty one pilots#clancy#blurryface#my god these tags be so long lmfao
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you know what, sometimes I need a seven minute song. sometimes that seven minute song saves my soul.
#I love what artists do with a seven minute song man#it gives them space to be patient#to form stories with change and repetition more than a 2.47 minute bop will ever understand#this post is about Passenger by NICO Touches The Walls and Roundabout by Yes and also Heart of the Sunrise by Yes <3#singing la la la / la la la la la la la la as I listen to Passenger this morning#most often this happens in spring and fall! seasons of change#Robin speaks
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Champagne Supernova (just the guitar solo) in Budokan
#i do like his new songwritery style but i miss this noel gallagher :’(#‘listen to other guitar solo centric music then’ i DO but it’s not his sensibility is it#like almost restrained in some aspects (very tense) and goes around a tight circle in repetition (almost spirals)#you can kid yourself you’re seeing a lot of his personality there#noel gallagher
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tbh what I ACTUALLY think about content warnings is that the author should not be the one writing them. I have encountered multiple stories where the events the author warned for were kind of bland and predictable, but there was stuff baked into the narrative that was really uncomfortable or disturbing and the author seems to have not considered that a problem at all. Becky Chambers’s fish scene STILL haunts me.
#Chambers is not warning for animal cruelty. Travelling Light is not warning for a flippant treatment of artifact theft and smuggling#This Planet Needs a Name is not warning for the deeply insidious colonialist attitudes#That one short story in the aro collection did not warn for the uncritical repetition of anti-Native American tropes applied to evil Orcs#We need someone besides the author to read/listen to this shit and go uhhhh#Like TO BE FAIR Chambers fid not write content warnings#But she said that she wrote a book where nothing in it could harm you#And ma’am You Failed At That
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silly joke about cozy games being boring whatever yes but when Rover said I seemed familiar and asked how I'd been, during the worst year of my life where I had lost everything? "Life can throw a lot at you sometimes. But it's not all bad! Today, it threw us together"
yes it's all just a game, and yeah it's "boring" but so many people are lonely and want a community and friendship and the knowledge that no matter how long they're gone, they're still going to have something there waiting for them.
that's the huge secret appeal of animal crossing. a game that promises you friends and companionship and the freedom to have a house however you like and to dress however you want. a mom who will always love you. it encourages you to slow down, to take it easy, to appreciate the little things. that's why people like these games, because they're cozy, because they're boring
#:V#animal crossing new horizons#I always get frustrated when people act like the game being slow is a flaw of game design#When it's like. the entire point of the game#ac is antithetical to speed running to blowing through as fast as possible#it slows you down when you build when you log on it has a built in feature where you just sit and listen to music once a week#it's SUPPOSED to be slow that's the whole point#get you to slow down and breathe and relax that's why it's so repetitive
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ace culture is being sex repulsed but reading smut when that is at its lowest bc everything else feels repetitive and smut is the only thing i haven't read
#asexual#asexuality#ace culture#ace culture is#actually ace#anonymous#sex repulsed#sex repulsed ace#smut mention#listen as an ace who regularly reads smut… *whispers* it’s very repetitive as well
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