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lesbiansandco Ā· 14 days ago
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ā€œBloberta put herself in the situation sheā€™s inā€ and ā€œBloberta doesnā€™t deserve to be in the situation sheā€™s inā€ are two statements that can and should coexist
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tiger-grace Ā· 2 months ago
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Superman: I havenā€™t seen you at the watchtower for a while. Where have you been the last few weeks, Batman?
Bruce: Rehab.
Superman, worriedly: Oh, Iā€™m so sorry- I never knew you struggled with that. If you donā€™t mind me asking, what for?
Bruce, grimacing as he watches public footage of Signal and Red Hood starting a dumpster fire out of Pro-Joker merch: ..adoption.
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humanityinahandbag Ā· 28 days ago
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In my mind, Robin has to tag along on most of Steve's hangouts with Eddie. Eddie thinks it's a SteveandRobin thing but really it's because she's the only line of defense between Eddie and Steve.
She just keeps telling Eddie that he should be grateful. He doesn't get it but whatever.
The actual problem?
If Eddie does anything in the vicinity of Steve that's funny or sweet or, even more dangerous, is really nice and attentive to any random child, Steve suddenly gets a look in his eye that means Casual Hangs Can Include a Marriage License, Right?
On Halloween, helping Steve give out candy, Eddie made a little girls night when he saw she was dressed as a princess and actually bowed and once she and her dad were gone Steve put down the bowl and casually said, "After this we need to swing by City Hall real quick."
Thankfully Robin was there to spray him with a water bottle and throw a full sized Milky Way at his head.
Meanwhile Eddie's standing in the background confused as hell wondering why Steve keeps suggesting bureaucracy as a fun activity and why Robin and Steve are whisper-yelling at once another in the kitchen like it's not even legal and you haven't even asked him out yet! and I'm wooing him, Robin, where's your sense of romance? When you know you know! Did you see how he is with kids? And that's quitter talk honestly Robin, I'll break City Hall's doors down and you can sign the papers it can't be that hard.
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theresstilltime Ā· 6 months ago
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yknow that thing kids do where they wake their parents up by staring at them in the darkness until they jolt awake to see a dark figure standing over them??
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sp0o0kylights Ā· 3 months ago
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Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.
These are known facts in the universe.
Computers were going to take over the world, a ā€œmobileā€ phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.
These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them.Ā 
(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.)Ā 
So he doesnā€™t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him.Ā 
Doesnā€™t even factor the ā€œcanā€™t hear wellā€ thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.
Eddieā€™s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until heā€™s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself.Ā 
ā€œThe storeā€™s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.ā€ Heā€™s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly.Ā 
He does not care if Harrington doesnā€™t know what a one-shot is.Ā 
ā€œTheyā€™re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you canā€™t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.ā€Ā 
Harringtonā€™s frowning (no surprise) but itā€™s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isnā€™t quite looking at him.Ā 
Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.
Eddie stops. Follows Harringtonā€™s gaze.
Parked across from Steveā€™s Beemer, is Jonathan Byerā€™s barely working clunker car.Ā 
A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.
His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve.Ā 
Who turns back around as Harringtonā€™s eyes slide right back to him.Ā 
ā€œAnd this is taking place next Friday?ā€ He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. ā€œAfter school?ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™d like to go duringĀ  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldnā€™t let them ditch out.ā€ Eddie tells him. ā€œThey had two separate arguments about it.ā€Ā 
Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine.Ā 
Once again Steveā€™s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan.Ā 
ā€œTheyā€™re not skipping school.ā€ He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise.Ā 
ā€œThey argued about skipping, theyā€™re not going to.ā€ He says aloud, and finally steps up so that heā€™s next to Eddie instead of behind him.Ā 
ā€œMunson slow down, I canā€™t sign as fast as youā€™re talking.ā€ He adds, in the hang-dog grumble heā€™s notorious for.Ā 
Eddie stares at him.Ā 
ā€œCan he seriously not hear me?ā€Ā 
ā€œNo.ā€ Steve and Jonathan answer together.Ā 
ā€œI can kind of still hear,ā€ Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddieā€™s face. ā€œBut its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but youā€™re also talking too fast for that.ā€Ā 
Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; ā€œWhy canā€™t you take them?ā€
ā€œItā€™s Friday.ā€ Byers deadpans.Ā 
Eddieā€™s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too.Ā 
Heā€™s not sure how Jonathan did that.Ā 
ā€œSo?ā€ Steve snarks back.Ā 
What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because heā€™s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still donā€™t even like each other.Ā Ā 
Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him.Ā 
(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.
ā€œOh they donā€™t hate each other.ā€ Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. ā€œI think theyā€™re actually friends now?ā€Ā 
ā€œYou think?ā€
ā€œWell--youā€™ve seen them.ā€ Will shrugs. ā€œI think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.ā€Ā 
ā€˜What the hell.ā€™ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books.Ā 
Byers the Elder, he decides, isnā€™t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.
The pay off is immediate.Ā 
Or at least, the pay off of watching Steveā€™s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)
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gothamitee Ā· 11 months ago
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Nothing keeps this boy off of the job...
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methoughtsphantom Ā· 5 months ago
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Danny fake guardian angel au
You know how sometimes itā€™s highlighted how you have to be very careful on what you say in the presence of a spirit because they can twist your words and end up bidding yourself to it?? well uno-reverse-card the spirit also has to be careful on what he says because when Danny had said he owed the dude one for coming to his rescue in a gala Vlad had dragged him to, he didnā€™t expect that to be taken literally.
danny: wait seriously?? i literally say that all the time!
cw: not after being crowned ghost king, you havenā€™t
danny: butā€”but I was also human when I said it. doesnā€™t that protect me or smth
cw: *shakes his head*
danny:
danny: omg this is a nightmare
cue timmyā€™s brucequest period (cuz heā€™s the guy) being so high strung and tired, he just wants some company, which is a so low stakes thing to want the deal Danny unintentionally goes sure we can do that and pulls him towards the guy, despite Timmy never outright saying he wants company. (tim always speaks in the sanctity of his own mind, not out loud)
So. random spirit manifesting. Tim going all who the fuck are u
and Danny panicking and saying your guardian angel
Tim not being impressed while Danny promptly blushes like a moron because that did not come off as he wanted it to.
Yes accidental dead tired where the dynamic goes from Tim trying to shake this probably demon that somehow latched to him being all like ??? dude leave me alone, and Danny being there like bitch iā€™m trying
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huh. im actually being protected by a spirit like he said he would. heā€™s strangely an idiot but also heā€™s overpowered and just never leaves my side which he says itā€™s an angel obligation but I think itā€™s bullshit but also hoping itā€™s not because it appeals to my crippling fear of abandonment (anyways he really seems to take after those little cartoon angels that poof into your shoulder to keep from me doing wrong decisions) translate into my future boyfriend seems increasingly appalled to what i am up to
meanwhile danny
Bitch you better thank your god Iā€™m dead because otherwise I would already been killed. I did not sign up for a assassins what the fuck I thought you were a normal civilian not a literal superhero and omg that is a fruitloop. no no back off you wrinkly raisin this is my emotional support idiot you canā€™t have him and what do you mean youā€™re messing with time whatever this way I can get back to clockworkā€”
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fakakta-art Ā· 4 months ago
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digitizing some sketches i made for my etsy and a completely unrelated song, because i like to add songs :)
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aingeal98 Ā· 2 months ago
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Something about older Jason looking at the child version of himself, the innocent victim, and feeling the need to defend and avenge him the way no one else will. They'll call him reckless and try to pin the blame for his death on some unique failure of his personality, the problem isn't Robin the problem is he was just a bad fit for Robin! And then older Jason coming back to life and spits on their twisted grief. Fuck you, that innocent child deserved more. You took his memory and ruined it to make yourselves feel better. If no one will give him justice then Jason will take it himself no matter who he has to kill to get there. It's the only way he can move forward.
Something about older Cass looking at this child version of herself, this innocent who has no idea what she was doing when she was tricked into killing, and finding her irredeemable. She will forgive everyone for everything if they need a second chance but she cannot forgive that innocent child. She spends ten years wanting that child to die for their sin, a standard she holds no one else to. And in the end she does have to die. She can never forgive that child until the price has been paid and the guilty, tormented, suicidal mess of a girl is dead and never coming back. Only then can Cass live on. Only then can she smile without feeling the weight of her kill on her back. If no one will give that child the justice they deserve then she will have to do it herself. It's the only way she can move forward.
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estrellami-1 Ā· 5 months ago
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Steddie Week 2024
July 6th Prompt: Dizzy
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 7
@steddie-week
Steve stands up, and thatā€™s where it all goes wrong.
His intent was to grab more drinks from the fridge, but when he stood, he blinked a few times. ā€œWhoa,ā€ he murmurs.
ā€œSteve?ā€ Robin asks. She sounds like sheā€™s at the end of a long tunnel.
ā€œSteve?ā€ Eddie asks. He sounds closer, but not as close as he should.
ā€œā€˜M fine,ā€ he says, ā€œjusā€™ dizzy.ā€
Then heā€™s waking up in the hospital. ā€œWhat,ā€ he asks, then doesnā€™t complete the thought because Robin and Eddie are both standing over him, one on each side, holding each of his hands, and heā€™d feel so much love if he could feel anything besides general panic because- ā€œI canā€™t hear you,ā€ he says, breathing picking up. ā€œI canā€™t- please, I- I need-ā€
Eddie shuts up, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a second of hesitation, places Steveā€™s hand, palm down, on his chest. He takes deep, purposeful breaths, and Steve can feel his hand moving, feel the breaths, feel his heartbeat-
He takes a breath. Another. Another. By that time, Nancy had gotten a doctor.
Later, heā€™ll learn this is something theyā€™d been watching for, but couldnā€™t be sure of until he woke up. Later, heā€™ll learn that Eddie lays awake at night, sometimes, hearing the sound Robin makes.
All he knows right now is how to keep breathing, how to keep holding Robinā€™s hand, how to believe heā€™ll be okay, because he has to.
He has to.
He stays with Eddie upon his release, because theyā€™re together most days anyways, and itā€™s a certain kind of torture on Steveā€™s heart because Eddieā€™s started carrying around a notebook and a pen just to write to Steve whatever he was gonna say, and Steve doesnā€™t think he could love another person more than he did, but hereā€™s the proof, apparently.
Theyā€™re sharing a bed, because Wayne had previously called their couch ā€œolder than Jesus,ā€ and Steve lasted for all of an hour on it before slipping into Eddieā€™s room.
The good thing about sharing a room is it helps curb the nightmares for a time.
Eventually, though, they come back with a vengeance.
Steveā€™s laying in bed, like he does every night, when he rolls over to face Eddie. ā€œEddie?ā€ He asks. Eddieā€™s always last to sleep, so Steveā€™s not hesitant about asking, except Eddie doesnā€™t answer.
ā€œEddie?ā€ He asks again, jostling Eddieā€™s shoulder a bit.
Suddenly he shoots up in the air, and Steve bites back a yell.
Suddenly thereā€™s a voice that sounds like itā€™s coming from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the corners of the room, echoing louder and louder. You took everything from me. Eddieā€™s arms snap, and Steve yells, scrambles up, music, except whatā€™s his favorite songā€”that puppet one, metal, come on brain, thinkā€”but thereā€™s nothing here but country, bluegrass, stuff Wayne likes, and Steve turns to watch the blood drain from Eddieā€™s face as another gristly crunch echoes, louder than anything so far. So Iā€™ll take everything from you!
Something reaches out for him, grabs his shoulder, and he yells, twists around, pushes away, hard enough he falls on the ground. He opens his eyes to see Eddie on his bed, Steve sitting just off it, eyes wide and hand reaching to help, stalled halfway. Illuminated by the lamp, too, which wasnā€™t on half a second ago.
Steve blinks at him, looks at the room. No floating Eddie in the middle of it.
ā€œDream?ā€ He asks. Eddie nods. He stifles the sob and practically launches himself onto the bed, into Eddieā€™s arms, lets himself shake apart because he can.
Eventually he feels reverberating in Eddieā€™s chest that he knows means words, means speaking, so he looks up at Eddie, whoā€™s looking at the door.
He turns to look, too, and sees Wayne. ā€œS-sorry,ā€ he tries, still sniffling.
Wayne shakes his head at him, walks into the room, sits on the edge of the bed. Offers his arms out in a hug.
Steve thought he was done crying. Trust Wayne to prove him wrong, because heā€™s tearing up all over again as he leans into Wayne.
His new position means he can see Eddie, who points at him, makes a talking motion with his hand, then points at himself and Wayne. Steve frowns. ā€œYouā€¦ want me to tell you?ā€
Eddie points at Steve again, insistently, and Steve understands: your choice.
ā€œI can,ā€ he agrees. ā€œWe were in bed and I was tryinā€™a talk to you, but you didnā€™t answer, and I kept trying to get your attention, but suddenly you- you were up in the air, and your arms and legs broke, and a voiceā€”it was Vecna, I didnā€™t recognize it in the dreamā€”said Iā€™d taken everything from him so he was gonna take everything from me. And I was trying to find music, but I couldnā€™t remember the name of your favorite song, and the only stuff in here was Wayneā€™s stuff, country and bluegrass and stuff like that, andā€¦ā€ he sighs out a broken sob. ā€œI couldnā€™t save you.ā€
Eddie reaches for his hand, but suddenly thatā€™s not enough, he needs to be able to feel his heartbeat, have his breathing move Steveā€™s hand, so he tips over into Eddie again, gets his hand on his chest and his face in the side of his neck.
Eddie says something, but before Steve can move Wayneā€™s got a comforting hand on his back. He removes it after a minute, and Steve can feel the shift in the bed of him getting up, but before he can mourn the loss, Eddieā€™s got his arms wrapped around Steve as he carefully lowers them back down. He rubs a hand up and down Steveā€™s spine, slips the other into Steveā€™s hair.
Steve falls asleep like that.
He wakes up in almost the same position. He tries to apologize, but Eddie waves him off, hands him some clothes and points to the bathroom before pointing to himself and miming cooking.
Steveā€™s heart clenches at the thought. ā€œOkay,ā€ he whispers.
Robin comes over later, and they sit on the front steps as he recounts what had happened. ā€œHeā€™s just so sweet,ā€ he sighs. ā€œAnd Iā€™m an idiot whoā€™s letting my heart get involved.ā€
Robin wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple. It doesnā€™t help as much as heā€™d hoped it would, but he appreciates the gesture anyways.
Later she leaves, and Eddie pulls out his dedicated Steve Notebook.
Iā€™ve got a friend in Indy who knows sign language. I could give her a call, if you want? He writes, and again Steveā€™s all but overcome with love for this man.
Instead of anything he wants to do, he just nods. Eddie grins and hops up to use the phone.
Heā€™s back in a couple of minutes, collapses onto the couch with the notebook before furiously scribbling and handing it to Steve.
I spoke to my friend. She says sorry and it sucks, first of all. Steve snorts and nods. Sheā€™s willing to talk to you, get you started, maybe even get you some books. Does tomorrow work?
Steve gapes up at Eddie. ā€œTomorrow?ā€
Eddie nods and grins, then points at Steve in a gesture Steve knows has come to mean you decide.
ā€œThat would be great,ā€ he says. ā€œSeriously, I- thank you, Eddie.ā€
Eddie waves him off, but Steve can see the happy little blush on his cheeks.
They head out the next day. Itā€™s probably twenty minutes into the drive, and even with Eddie sitting next to him in the driverā€™s seat, it feels lonely. He never realized how much heā€™d miss the sound of tires on asphalt. He wasnā€™t ever truly into music, like Eddie is, but he misses the radio. He misses the wind rushing past, the silence thatā€™s possible to share when both people can hear-
He doesnā€™t realize heā€™s crying until Eddieā€™s pulled over, a hand on his cheek and a concerned expression on his face. ā€œSorry,ā€ he tries. Eddie shakes his head, presses his palm more firmly to Steveā€™s cheek. ā€œFuck,ā€ he mutters. ā€œā€˜S stupid. Justā€¦ felt alone. I dunno. Thereā€™s, like, a million little things you hear every day that you donā€™t think about, like the way your hands tap the steering wheel when you turn, or the way your clothes shift and rub against each other, and itā€™s all silent now, and thereā€™s not even music, and-ā€ he takes a deep, shaky breath. Lets it out as evenly as he can. ā€œI justā€¦ felt really alone all of a sudden.ā€
Eddie brushes his thumb along Steveā€™s cheekbone as he thinks. Suddenly, he grins and moves his hand, shoving a tape into the deck and cranking the sound. He demonstratively puts his hand on the door. Steve laughs and does the same, gasping when he feels the vibrations of the song move through him. He canā€™t tell notes, but itā€™s something, and then Eddie carefully reaches for his hand, keeps his grip relaxed until Steve smiles at him and tightens his own fingers around Eddieā€™s. ā€œThank you,ā€ he whispers.
Eddie smiles, nods, and gets back on the road.
They arrive at his friendā€™s apartment in no time, and Steve would be jealous at the length of the hug if Eddie didnā€™t immediately step back to grab Steveā€™s hand again. Based on his hand motions, heā€™s introducing Steve.
She asks Eddie something, and he turns bright red, pulling a strand of hair across his face as he glances at Steve before looking back at her and answering.
She invites them in, scribbles on a little chalkboard, and hands it to Steve with a smile. Hi, Steve! My name is Nicole. Itā€™s nice to meet you.
He grins up at her. ā€œItā€™s nice to meet you, too.ā€
She takes the chalkboard back, scribbles something else. Eddie tells me you recently lost your hearing. Do you mind me asking about that?
ā€œNot at all,ā€ Steve says, then frowns, somehow just now realizing he doesnā€™t know the full extent of what happened. ā€œHonestly, all I know is I stood up and got really dizzy, and then I was waking up in the hospital.ā€ He shrugs. ā€œIā€™ve had a couple of pretty bad concussions, and I guess whatever made me pass out also justā€¦ took my hearing.ā€ He shrugs.
Eddie shakes his head, grabs for the chalkboard. Almost. He bites his lip. You passed out, and I wasnā€™t fast enough. You hit your head on the floor. He looks away, takes a deep breath. Iā€™m sorry.
ā€œThat is not your fault, Eds,ā€ Steve tells him firmly. Eddie wonā€™t look him in the eyes, so Steve grabs his chin. ā€œHey, look at me. Not your fault. I donā€™t blame you. Okay?ā€
Eddie shrugs, pointing to himself with a self-deprecating smile, and Steve knows what heā€™s trying to say. I do.
ā€œWell I donā€™t,ā€ Steve says. ā€œBut if- if you need to hear it. I forgive you, okay?ā€
Eddie nods, eyes big and wet, and Steve pulls him into a hug.
Eddie suddenly laughs, pulling away to wipe his eyes before saying something to Nicole.
Right. Theyā€™re not alone. ā€œSorry,ā€ he tells her, but she waves him off, handing over the chalkboard again. I think weā€™ll start on the alphabet today. That way you can at least finger spell what you need, even if itā€™s slow.
ā€œSounds good,ā€ he says, and she nods, talking the chalkboard to write the alphabet.
Slowly but surely, she teaches Steve and Eddie the alphabet. They get a little tripped up on some of the letters, most noticeably p and q, until Nicole takes pity on them and makes a p. She uses her other hand to draw a line down both her extended fingers, then tracing her own legs. She taps her thumb, peeking out between the two, and with a mischievous grin, points between Steve and Eddieā€™s legs.
They share a look and burst out laughing, but they donā€™t forget those letters again.
By the end of the day, theyā€™ve gotten through the alphabet with enough regularity that Nicole feels they can practice on each other.
Steve pauses before they leave. T-h-a-n-k, then a pause, then y-o-u.
Nicole smiles, presses her fingertips to her lips, then brings her hand down to chest height, palm up. She does the motion again, and Steve copies her, grinning when she nods excitedly.
ā€œThank you,ā€ he signs and says, grinning even wider when she pulls him into a quick hug before waving at him and Eddie.
They wave back and pile into the van, Steveā€™s hand in Eddieā€™s before Steve can practically blink. He smiles, unbearably fond, and squeezes to get his attention before signing, ā€œThank you.ā€
Eddie just smiles back, throws the van into reverse, and starts home.Ā 
They practice more while they make dinner, throwing words like spatula and stir and chop around, and Steve didnā€™t realize learning could be this fun.
Heā€™s watching Eddie stir the broth, hips moving in a little dance to a song only Eddie knows, and his heart is so full, he has to say something before his heart bursts. ā€œIā€™m gonna say something thatā€™s gonna sound incredibly sappy,ā€ he says. ā€œBut justā€¦ please just listen until the end? And try not to tease me too much.ā€
Eddie just smiles, grabs his hand and squeezes, and Steve takes a breath before starting.
ā€œIā€™m glad itā€™s you. Iā€™m glad you were there that day, Iā€™m glad you were there when I woke up at the hospital, Iā€™m glad you were there when I realized going home meant being completely alone. Iā€™m glad you made a complete fool of yourself in the hospital lobby, doing charades to let me know I could stay here.ā€ He takes a breath. ā€œIā€™m glad you have Nicole, because it lets me talk with you easier. Iā€™m glad you never once let me feel like Iā€™m alone, or like Iā€™m going through this alone. Iā€™m glad youā€™re learning with me. Iā€™m glad youā€™re making this fun. I didnā€™t know learning could be fun, but it is with you, and I-ā€ he takes a breath, swallows the three words that want to come out. ā€œIā€™m glad itā€™s you,ā€ Steve whispers, ā€œhere, at the end of all things.ā€
He doesnā€™t realize heā€™s crying until Eddieā€™s hands are cradling his cheeks, wiping away tears. Eddieā€™s just as teary-eyed, though, and he pulls away, looking for the notebook. Please donā€™t punch me.
Steve looks up, brows furrowed, to watch Eddie spell something. I l-o-v-
Thatā€™s as far as he gets before Steve gasps, understanding, or hoping he understands, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.
He pulls back almost immediately to check thatā€™s correct, that that is what Eddie was trying to say, when Eddie pulls him back in, dinner be damned, crowding him in against the counter and doing his best to lick into Steveā€™s mouth.
Steve lets him, pulling away for a sharp inhale before diving right back in, fingers tight in Eddieā€™s hair and the back of his shirt, and thereā€™s a sudden vibration that he just knows means Eddie moans, and suddenly heā€™s dizzy again, but this time he welcomes it, because this time heā€™s not passing out; this time, heā€™s dizzy because heā€™s drunk on love.
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lesbiansandco Ā· 1 month ago
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You know what I need. I need a Beauty and the Beast AU where once Belle starts staying at the Beast's castle, back in the village Gaston starts to reflect in her absence. He eventually realizes that LeFou was there for him all along, and loved him when Belle did not, and they fall deeply in love.
The town forgets all about Belle, especially with Gaston and LeFou's wedding preparations going on (I don't care if it isn't historically accurate, those suckers are getting gay married), and the only people who remember her enough to care are Gaston and her father.
Love has softened Gaston's heart just a bit, and he apologizes to Maurice for harassing his daughter. Maurice forgives him, and Gaston offers a horse and weapons for Maurice to try and find Belle (Gaston never believes his story about the Beast, but it's the least he can do).
Maurice finds the castle, and finds out that Belle has fallen in love with her captor. He's in shock, but Belle convinces him that everything is alright. That's the end of Belle's subplot, because...
Gaston and LeFou have their wedding in the village and all is gay and happy. The end.
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ferrouswheel11 Ā· 8 months ago
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haven't drawn in too long, so. dick & tim marker scribbles
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japepperony Ā· 5 months ago
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I may prefer one over the other but I hate no batfamily member. I understand all of their characters and their arc. I love their different personalities and backgrounds. Which is why itā€™s always so upsetting when artists like to make them look or act alike. It truly erases the character development and emotional depth.
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headcanonthings Ā· 1 year ago
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*Over comms* Jason: She was poetry, but he couldn't read. Tim: His name was Jared he's 19. Duke: When his parents built a very strange machine. Dick, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen. Steph, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena! Barbara: Horrible job everyone.
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jesncin Ā· 6 months ago
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Whatever! Supersons + Martian trinity and their ponysonas because I said so
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violent138 Ā· 22 days ago
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I think Robin and Batgirl frequently accompany Battinson to crime scenes, and the first time they actually manage to draw a laugh out of himĀ in public,Ā the room goes silent. All the cops look more spooked than they have in hours with the dead body on the floor, while Jim tells the other cops to give them some room and seriously asks Batman if he's doing okay.
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