#somebody gotta do it

[suppanova]

Mumyeong appreciation post

— The Gwichon Village Mystery

[cardudescrown]

Jude when Valerian and Balekin kept testing her patience:

[bookshelfpassageway]

yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill

[lettersfrombeyondthegrave]

Being an idiot is my biggest burden but also my most attractive trait

[yourlocalabomination]

So please pay attention, attention!

[steddielations]

Eddie’s queer awakening Part 2 | Part 1

Steve doesn’t know what else to do to make Eddie realize he likes him. Never in his life has he had to work this hard at winning someone over. Never.

Even with Nancy in high school, there was always a hint that she wanted him to chase her, which made it worthwhile. Sometimes, Eddie will do something that makes Steve sure he feels the same, flirting back. Then Eddie will do something that makes Steve not so sure, laughing it off.

Steve doesn’t like resorting to bullshit queer stereotypes because he doesn’t exactly fit them either, but Eddie looks like those rugged guys on his posters and album covers. Sometimes it feels like a masculinity performance worthy of King Steve, but sometimes it feels genuine.

Eddie’s not dressing like Bowie, but he prances around on cafeteria tables yelling about sodomy and he’s never had a girlfriend that Steve knows of. He could like both, same as Steve, of course. Or it could be nothing, of course. Steve’s just putting all these moves on a straight boy, about to get his heart broken again.

Robin’s given him countless pep talks, assuring him that he’s right about Eddie when he starts to doubt it. “You sniffed Vickie out just from her VHS returns. If anyone has a functional queer detector here, it’s you. Trust it.”

“What if I ask him out and he rejects me?” Steve fully understands Robin’s worries now, it’s not the same as getting shot down by a girl. “I’ve got enough rumors about me already.” They all wanted to say it in high school, calling Steve a pretty boy in tight pants that spent too much time in the mirror.

Tommy used to shoot them all down. Now he’s not by Steve’s side, snarling at anyone who suggests it. Which was mostly just Tommy trying to convince himself that everything they did under the covers at sleepovers was “just guy stuff”, and he convinced Steve too. To the point where Steve hadn’t even considered any different until a few months ago when he told Robin and— yeah, that was an eventful conversation. The first time he stumbled across the word bisexual— from a Bowie interview in one of Robin’s magazines— it felt like something clicked into place.

“I don’t think Eddie’s the type to out anyone, either way.” Robin’s right. She’s not always right, everything would be easier if she was, but she’s right about that.

“I keep having to pretend to like his shitty weed to get him to come over. Not even the yawn and stretch move worked on him. Y’know, this,” Steve demonstrates, stretching an arm above his head and then draping it over Robin’s shoulder. She shrugs him off with a fake gag. “I kept looking at his lips and I thought we were gonna kiss, but he laughed and poked me in the ribs and called me dude.”

Robin listens to all his boy troubles and then they come up with a plan. Steve decides he’s going to come out to Eddie, just put it out there that he likes guys. In a totally platonic way and hopefully that gets the ball rolling the other way, where he tells Eddie he likes one guy in particular and hopes all his Romeo efforts don’t blow up in his face.

So he goes for it. Eddie strolls into Family Video and picks out a movie that Steve’s actually heard of for once. It’s easy for Steve to throw him a smile and invite himself over. “You know this is the closest thing to a romance movie you’ve picked? No way I’m letting you watch this alone, somebody’s gotta hold your hand through the sad ending, looks like it’s gonna be me.”

Several emotions fly across Eddie’s face, landing on overwhelmed disbelief. “I don’t get it, man. How do you not have a girlfriend? You’d be so easy to fall in love with. Hell, I feel like you've made me fall halfway in love with you already. If I was a girl, I’d date the shit out of you.”

It looks like Eddie wants to clap a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it.

Steve watches him carefully, trying to think clearly over his heart pounding in his chest because Eddie just said he loves him, kind of. This is it. “Would you still date me as a guy?”

Eddie’s nervous hands jingle with chain bracelets as they tug his hair and hide his face. “You mean, objectively? As a guy would I date another guy? I mean, could I want that? I hadn’t really considered that option until now. Uh. Shit. Wow, this is-”

“Because I would, you know,” Steve jumps to say, as earnestly as he can, needing Eddie to finally know. How could he not know? This is it. Steve didn’t come all this way just to tap out at the finish line. He goes for it. “I’d date you as a guy, Eddie. I’d date the shit out of you, too, just like you are.”

Eddie’s face is flushed now, his eyes wide and swimming with both questions and realizations. Steve snaps out of it for a second, looking around to see the store is thankfully empty, Robin’s still on her break, but this isn’t the place for this conversation.

“Wanna talk about it over the movie tonight?” He offers.

It moors Eddie, he relaxes more and Steve hopes he’s not imagining the faint hint of a smile. “Yeah, that’s— yeah, talk. I can do that.”

“Okay, it’s a date. See you then.” Steve hands over the tape, their fingers brushing and making warmth flutter all through him. He watches Eddie halfway trip out the door, running into it once and pulling on it three times before pushing it open.

Steve can’t stop grinning, thinking about later, determined to tell Eddie he’s already in love with him too.

[egophiliac]

oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

[canterbury-bell]

We must produce as much bunnydoll as we can before the "bunnydoll apocalypse"...

[paladinmain]

💊 cradle pharmaceuticals

[farshootergotme]

Game-night in the batfamily has got to be crazy. You're putting a bunch of geniuses against each other and that's asking for chaos to happen.

[ravishingsstuff]

I love the line 'you're lucky i didn't put you in the ground too' cuz my girl was traumatized for her life, she faced a serial killer few days before, she thought she'd die, she unalived him, crafted an entire plan to escape, emotionally, mentally and physically devastated was basically walking on the thinnest rope but did that stop her from being a girlboss? no.

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[ubercharge]

ffxiv is a fantasy game which means my FC needs to log into hot fresh light novel titles every week

[doug-meat]

any character in spies are forever, singing any given song: ohhhh i sure do love eating undisturbed meals on a random normal sunday

agent curt mega, appearing spotlighted on the stairs mid-song as the music changes in tone completely: cause i’m a spy again… and when you’re a spy… no meals are undisturbed… and no sundays are normal… i’m saddled with an unspeakable amount of homosexual guilt but i’m gonna say that last part in a really vague foreshadowy way…

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

sharing is caring <3

[ovaryacted]

This is a random thought but just imagine inviting Leon over for Thanksgiving for the first time.

It would be so endearing, so sweet because he doesn’t really have any family left or someone remotely close to him. Maybe the Redfields would invite him so they could spend time with him but I think it would be so cute to see this white man coming into another household especially if it’s a household of color or of another ethnicity.

That poor boy would come into unfamiliar territory, not knowing how to interact outside of saying hi and hello and he would be awkward and nervous and you have to hold his hand to make sure his anxiety doesn’t spike. But when he makes a relative laugh, he thinks it’s okay and starts chatting it up some more. Shares a drink or two, and it’s really all smiles from there as the family members give off the vibe of “YOU AIGHT WHITE BOY!” and Leon thinks he’s won the jackpot.

Then it’s time for actual dinner, and after saying grace and the thanksgiving prayer, Leon goes to TOWN. He fills his plate up with everything he sees, not knowing what some things are but he just gets it anyway. You’re in front of him guiding him around the food selections, and he’s asking you along the way “What’s that? What’s this?”, while putting some on his plate anyway. Collard greens, candied yams, mac n cheese, ham, turkey, pork, cornbread, macaroni salad, mashed potatoes, dressing, lasagna, peach cobbler, banana pudding, apple pie, literally EVERYTHING. He’ll have the sweets on one plate so it doesn’t mix with the rest of his food.

And when he finally sits to eat, he eats it all in silence. Literally just munching away and basically inhaling his damn food. He’s hunching over his plate and not lifting his eyes up for a second, and if you look at him closely he’s just shaking his head in awe from how good the food is, feels like he could cry. He’s a foodie at heart and finds comfort in it, and knowing he’s getting home cooked food made with so much love would probably make him emotional because that to him is a privilege he never got to experience until he met you. You’re just watching him eat for a good minute, how he basically licks his plate clean, and when he really is finally done he asks if he could get a second plate. That grants him a kiss from granny and appreciation from some of the other relatives who cooked the meal, as if they were giving him a blessing.

Best believe, Leon would make sure to get multiple to-go plates, probably even a tray of stuff he’ll make sure to eat tomorrow. He’s satisfied, happy, and he’d be sitting on the couch next to you fighting the itis BAD because he’s ready to just fall asleep after eating so much. And he looks at you with so much adoration and love in his eyes, he doesn’t need to vocalize how thankful he is to have you in his life, you can see it all in his face. You just give him a soft kiss on his cheek and tell him those three words he loves to hear from you so much.