#thanks so much for all the tags ❤️

[omaano]

Get to know me tag game

Was tagged by @lesquatrechevrons, @coldbrewarts ,@cacodaemonia and @insertmeaningfulusername ❤️

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

Fav colour? Purple

Last song: True Friends by Bring Me the Horizon

Currently reading: Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett. Also listening to Etiquette and Espionage by Gail Carriger. It's in the name of research, but I was surprised how much I enjoy it, it's fun!

Currently watching: The Acolyte

Currently craving: a vacation

Coffee or tea: both, please

Any hobby you'd like to try?: crocheting

Any discipline you'll follow during the olympics?: swimming, but if there is a team/competitor from my country I will tune in whatever the discipline is - I like watching sports in the background

Any AU/Alternative Universe you're plotting for?: Hades AU, always and forever, since it's more than half my artistic identity at this point I’m afraid XD and whatever college AU we're spinning with Shevek lol I will post my silly little drawings for that sometime this century I swear X"D

no pressure tagging: @whiskygoldwings @lionsaint @elwinged @rooksunday @aces-to-apples

@ominouspuff @sidhebeingbrand @ghosts-of-rishi @theproblemwithstardust

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[turnipoddity]

I don't even go here (have only watched analysis videos of saw traps) but I need u to know I am a chainshipping disciple 100% bc of ur art and how insanely gorgeously heart-stopping and compelling it is thank u for lightening my worth with this light of truth

CHAINSHIPPING DISCIPLE????

[loveinhawkins]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 ao3

In the morning, Eddie wakes first.

Steve’s arm is draped across him, and from this angle, Eddie can see the dark bruise on his inner elbow—smaller now, much smaller. Barely the size of a penny. And his chest only stutters the slightest bit while he keeps breathing deeply.

Relief pours into Eddie’s veins. He dozes for a little while, until Steve’s fingers start to twitch against his hip bone; but when he glances at Steve’s face, he just looks like he’s dreaming. No nightmares.

If I could manage it, I’d make it so you’d only have good dreams forever.

“Your arm’s gonna fall asleep like that,” Eddie says softly, almost like he’s still dreaming, too. He moves Steve’s arm as gently as he can.

And though Steve hardly stirs, Eddie finds himself running his fingertip along Steve’s palm, just in case it helps him stay wrapped up in that warm, safe sleep…

Then he feels it. Stills.

There’s a tiny indentation on Steve’s lifeline.

And Eddie knows that it’ll just be a little nick in the skin, no doubt evidence of a past splinter being removed, like the one on his thumb.

But that doesn’t change the effect: that it seems like Steve’s lifeline stops, breaks off, only to start again further down his palm.

Eddie lets out a shaky chuckle. “How about that, huh?” he whispers, and he smiles when Steve gives a sleepy murmur, as if in answer.

There’s a few moments more of simply listening to Steve sleep, and it kind of feels like Eddie’s heartbeat has slowed to match his breathing again, timed to the steady rhythm of it.

And then there’s a little sniff, the lightest of sighs as Steve starts to wake up.

It feels like a gift to see, to know the subtle changes in his breathing, in his face, as he slowly rises out of sleep.

Steve just manages to open one eye, looks over at Eddie before it droops shut again with little resistance.

“Mm… no,” Steve says, both firm and drowsy.

Eddie smiles. “No?”

“No,” Steve confirms with a yawn. “Don’t wanna get up. Can’t think of a good enough reason to.”

“Me neither,” Eddie says, as Steve’s yawn quickly proves contagious.

At the sound of Eddie yawning, Steve smiles, too, eyes still closed. “Glad we’re in agreement.”

It’s only then that Eddie realises he’s still following the path of Steve’s lifeline, when Steve’s fingers briefly curl around his. Warm.

“So, what’s the plan? We staying here forever?”

Steve laughs, sounds a little more awake. “Yup. Objections?”

“Hmm… none. But, uh, Dustin might come and kill us, and then, like, donate our bodies to science.”

Steve snorts. “Oh, he would.” Then he suddenly starts to giggle.

“What?” Eddie grins as Steve just keeps going without an explanation. He prods him in the side. “What?”

“D-Dustin once—he—he asked me to—to—” Steve cracks up again, and when he speaks, Eddie has to really concentrate to make out the words. “To—put a d-demodog in the f-fridge.”

“A what in the what?”

“It was dead already!” Steve explains, spluttering, like that makes it at all more reasonable.

“Wait, did you actually do it? What the—”

“Hey, the little shit was persuasive!” Steve’s eyes open, sparkling with mirth. “He said it was a scientific discovery.”

“Oh my god, you two are dangerous together. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying that.”

“I r-remember thinking—” Steve breaks off to laugh again, a spectacularly ugly cackle that sets Eddie off too, with the giddy sort of high that he used to believe only came from sleep deprived conversations at three in the morning. “There were—it was Joyce’s fridge and she had, um, these leftovers on one of the shelves, and I obviously tried not to touch them with the, uh… But this thing was big, man, I really just had to ram it in there and pray the door would shut—”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And, like, the woman’s a saint, she never brought it up, Eddie! She must’ve noticed, or I don’t know, maybe Jonathan opened the fridge first, or… I kinda forgot about it until Dustin’s mom had me over for dinner, and she was getting stuff out of the fridge, and I just thought oh, shit. I couldn’t stop wondering if they ate the leftovers, or if it was just tainted with, like, eau de demodog or—”

“Steve,” Eddie laughs, “that’s fucking disgusting.”

It takes a while for their giggles to stop; when one of them calms, the other seems to start again in response. The moment’s broken only when Steve unceremoniously elbows Eddie until he rolls off the couch.

“Move, I’ve gotta piss.”

From the floor, Eddie sighs dramatically. “Oh, there’s the legendary Harrington charm.”

And though the promise to stay there forever is gone, what remains is a light sensation in Eddie’s chest, a gentle fizziness, almost like cream soda; he thinks of I need some more time and a private I love you, and he knows that all of this isn’t going anywhere.

-

Wayne buys a few cans of paint and sets them in front of Eddie before work, each one already opened.

“And you’re leaving me alone with them?” Eddie asks with overblown incredulity.

Wayne rolls his eyes. “At least one brush better be used by the time I get back.”

“But Wayne,” Eddie says, “I’ll create an eyesore.”

Wayne chuckles. “Oh, yeah, I’m countin’ on it.”

And through the joking, Eddie gets what he’s driving at.

When Wayne leaves for work, he picks the muted yellow that looks almost like it’s the exact shade he had in his old bedroom, and even just painting one wall helps make the room feel less… empty.

And it’s good, he thinks, that it’s not the same colour of paint. Very similar, but still different. It’s an odd balance to try and strike, to know that he misses the trailer, that a degree of familiarity is comforting, but that anything too close to the room’s appearance would set the hairs on the back of his neck on end, take him straight back to…

“It’s better,” he says to Steve on the phone, “it just still feels… kinda like a hotel, y’know?”

Steve hums. “Yeah. I think you just need time. Gotta mess it up a bit and stuff. Make it yours.” There’s the sound of a page turning and then he adds, putting on a TV presenter like voice, “Have you considered bright cushions?”

Eddie laughs. “No, Mr. Interior Design.”

“Robin’s parents gave me all these magazines. Like, too many, I think they’re using me just to clear out stuff. Seriously, I’m reading one from Spring 1979.”

There’s a very faint scoff, and then Eddie can practically hear Steve roll his eyes as he says,“Oh, Rob’s on the extension, so careful what you say.”

A much louder gasp. “I am not!”

“Hi, Robin.”

“Hello, Eddie Munson, light of my life, you’re just the man I wanted to speak to.”

“I’m also here,” Steve says.

“You see,” Robin presses on, “me and little Stevie here appear to have come to a stalemate, an impasse, if you will—”

“Oh my god—”

“And I know, Eddie Munson, that you’re a man of sense—”

“Oh sure, all my report cards say so.”

“—so you’ll agree with me that we should get takeout?”

“Rob, I’ve got a fridge full of—”

“So I’m a glorified tiebreaker?” Eddie says.

“Oh, you’re much more than that,” Robin says, tongue in cheek, “but right now, yeah, you are.”

“Hmm…” Eddie draws the sound out, grins as Steve and Robin make various hurry up noises. “Takeout.”

“Betrayed,” Steve says, “completely and utterly—”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Eddie,” Robin says. “Okay, I’m going, giddy up, boys, so I can order.”

“No, I’m ordering, you’re just gonna order a mountain of—and she’s gone. Uh, I’d better—you’re coming over soon, right, so I can order?”

Before Eddie heads out, he leaves a note for Wayne on the yellow paint can: At Steve’s. Made a start!

Robin lets him in, her hair damp from having a shower. Steve throws a takeout menu at him from where he’s sat on a stool by the downstairs phone.

“Tell me what you want, go wild.”

“Not too wild!” Robin calls from halfway up the stairs, running a towel through her hair. “Any order that comes with sides I disapprove of means you have five solid minutes of me judging you.”

“Thought I was the goddamn light of your life, Buckley.”

“I’m a fickle creature, Munson.”

“Okay kids,” Steve says, “pipe down so I can order.”

Robin opens her mouth, but Steve waves her off without looking.

“I already know what you want.”

Steve has actually already written it out on a notepad. Eddie scrawls his order underneath Robin’s, draws comically frowning cartoon faces at some of her choices; Steve chuckles mid-dialling of the number.

While Eddie hears a tinny voice on the other end repeating the order back, Steve suddenly breaks out into a smile.

“What?” Eddie mouths.

“Come here,” Steve mouths back.

Bemused, Eddie does.

And Steve swipes his thumb delicately across Eddie’s cheek, pulls back to reveal yellow paint.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” Steve says, eyes warm with fond amusement; and the feeling in Eddie’s chest glows like the sun.

[sainz100]

a few Carlos moments from the 2024 Azerbaijan GP

[sourtrot]

THXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! flowers and confetti for all of you! 💋🥳

[alexluvsskittlez]

I hope they explode

[twothpaste]

so how's picky like in your intermission au? it's pretty obvious by now that porky's an immature slimey huckster who needs to be knocked down a peg in it but how does his 17 year old brother compare to him? he does seem to be aware of the nonsense porky tries to pull, so does he learn from his older brother on How To Not Act When You're An Adult?

Picky is literally just some kid who's trying his best, while his dearest relatives perpetually cannibalize each other around him, and it makes me so fucking emo on a primal level. The concept of One Decent Person caught up in a family of absolute ghouls, who loves his brother & parents unconditionally, but realizes with age that he cannot change who they are, much less save them from themselves?? Augh. God!!!!

Intermission Picky - who'd rather ya call him Peter - harbors a lot of increasingly bitter sentiments toward Porky. Learned to be meek and avoid trouble in his brother's shadow, only to end up an awkward avoidant people-pleaser by the time he's a teenager. Hates conflict, struggles to muster any self esteem, gets anxious whenever he's having a good time 'cause he still expects Porky or his folks will somehow ruin it for him. Peter's got a personality like a wet piece of cardboard, and now that he's old enough to recognize why, he absolutely hates it. He makes meager efforts to stand up for himself, which his family usually answers with mockery. He likes spending time with Tracy & Ness, and high school friends, but feels an awful gnawing jealousy in his guts when he recognizes how "normal" their families are by comparison. He learned from his brother that crypto schemes and reddit stocks won't earn him a living, yet given his shitty upbringing, he's kinda terrified he won't have the social skills to cut it at a "real job." Nonetheless, he's trying his desperate darnedest, 'cause he knows there's no other way out for him. Kid's having a very, very rough time being seventeen 😢

Deep down Peter wishes so achingly bad he could convince his family to see the error in their ways. He never wants to stoop to their level, and feels horrid whenever he catches himself thinking hurtful thoughts & repeating their behaviors. Aspires to be more like Ness - easygoing and selflessly kind - even though he lacks the emotional experience or support to do so. He keeps trying to give Porky & his folks second chances out of the sheer goodness of his heart, even though it keeps blowing up in his face. One of these days he'll have to give up, and try to figure out how to be a real person separate from all that trauma & drama. (Whenever I get around to it, the next Intermission AU fic is probably gonna be The Picky One 🥲)

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!

[wispscribbles]

In the best way possible, your Ghostsoap art makes me cry. I have genuinely teared up over it.

It doesn't matter if its fluff or angst, it's the way you portray them. The way they look at eachother, the way they hold eachother, the way they just seem to *fit* in the others arms, the way Soap looks at Ghost and vice versa.

Your art style fits them so well too, both in colouring and in lineart. I genuinely teared up in one of my classes today because I was scrolling through your blog. Your art is just. amazing. For as long as you feel motivated and have intrest; never stop drawing, or writing. Take breaks when you need to. Take care of yourself. You're an incredible artist, and I love your art, the way you portray emotions and your colouring more then I think you might understand.

I know I'm just some random stranger on the internet, but your art makes my day everytime I see it, no matter how many times I've seen it.

Don't forget to take care of yourself, either.

This is so sweet!!!! Aw, thank you for taking the time to write this. I'm happy that my art can brighten your day. (And thanks for mentioning that I'm allowed breaks, because I'm awful at truly relaxing when I'm not creating rip)

It's just nice to hear that the way I portray those traumatic gay men can resonate with others. You take care too. I hope you'll keep enjoying what I put out there ^^

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

And now, it's time.

Day 5: Happy 5 Year Anniversary!

Wow. 5 years. I honestly can't believe that. Oh my GOSH that's long o.o. I went :O when I saw that when seeing advertising for the week.

I love this show so much (ignore me posting and editing to get it here before midnight for me lol). It's absolutely insane how long it's been. I started watching late in November, I believe, maaaaybe early December. We'd talked about getting Disney+, and I knew my family would find it silly but I was intrigued by a show called High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. A crazy title and a weird premise. I said I was just curious, fascinated by it, wondering what it would be like. So, one evening, my sister and I watched it.

We watched the first four episodes and laughed and made fun of it the whole time. But, miraculously, I found myself invested.

And the next episode.

In Season 1 Episode 5, they brought Seb and Carlos to us as a couple. I was shocked and happy, and honestly a little confused. I didn't know I was queer yet. I knew what queer was, had found out from my sibling surrounding some family stuff, but I'd never seen canon queer characters before. I guess I knew I was an ally, even if I didn't totally get why, but it was just so cool to see them. I honestly felt kind of weird because what did two gay high school boys mean to me, I was a straight girl!

Ha.

It wouldn't be for a couple more years that I would realize I was queer. I too fell victim to the "yeah, but I'm just an ally" trap lol. But I seriously fell in love with them. I remember my sibling and I loving how cute Carlos's little dance was, how excited he was. How devastated and in denial we were when Seb didn't show up. And how much we loved it when Carlos danced, and when Seb did show up :').

That solidified the show for me. That made me stay. They made me stay. They've meant the world to me ever since.

And since then, I have seen 33 amazing, wonderful episodes (just like the 5 before them lol). I've been angry, I've been sad, I've been in awe, I've been happy. I've seen myself represented not just in queer characters, but in theatre kids. In kids who are lonely and find family there. In kids who lived in a shadow, who were shy, who were thrust in and trusted by their teacher and director.

This show is silly. It does silly things, it has silly performances, it has silly jokes, silly unlikely things happen, and it's a silly premise. But I absolutely love it. I realized one day, after having seen someone mention "the One show that changed them forever", that mine was High School Musical The Musical The Series. Sounds silly, and I had to think about some of my more recent shows to figure it out. But it is. I remember scrolling through the tag, searching Seblos, before I even made a Tumblr account. Seeing things first after the finale of Season 1, deleted scenes pictures of Carlos giving Seb flowers. So many important moments for me were taken alongside step with HSMTMTS. Even though I barely post about it anymore (because so many interests catch my attention and I don't usually have much to say about it off the top of my head), it's still the 4th top "Posts a lot about" when you go to search on my blog. I think that says something. And I'm proud of it.

I haven't had a lot of interaction with the fandom during my time here, especially while the show was still running (and because I mainly stay in the Seblos tag, especially with remembering scrolling through all the Driver's License stuff before and when it first came out lol), but everyone means so much to me. Especially everyone still posting, still creating now. The fanfics, the art, the edits, and gifsets, everything is so important to me, and everything else. Thank you all <3. And thank you, when I did come, for being such an accepting place (at least the places I went to). Thank you guys for sticking around through this show, and even for just being here for a little while. Thanks for sticking with me, those that have :). And the friends I've made from this fandom and this show - you mean the world to me <3. Thank you all so much for everything you've done, everything that's made this show even more enjoyable :'). I love you all so much ❤️.

I love High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. And I'm proud and happy I do :).

Happy 5 Year Anniversary 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🎊🎊🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂!!!!

[arahea]

I hope you liked the little drabble I sent you 👉👈

I love it so much you have no idea 😭😭💕💕 I JUST SAW IT THOUGH

Bqdjbqidbw I'm so lucky 🥺🥺❤️💕 I have no words for just how touched I am 😭😭

These days better pass faster so I can smother u in my affections 😭 Boutta get there so fast you'd swear I invented teleportation 😭

Bwidbwd I love it thank you 😭😭

Snxkqndkqnd Itto so funny tho, bet he thought I was on my deathbed or something 💀

[candyheartedchy]

Was messing around with the one Bill ai and trying to get an idea on how it would lead my sona to making a deal and all.

[badp1l0t]

Uhm…what the fvck???? ‼️

THANK YALL SOO MUCH!!!!!?!?!?!?!?! i know people might think that thanking others for likes/notes is annoying, but i’ve only had this account for not even 2 months and i get 1,000 notes ALREADY?!?!?! WTF?!?!?!?!

I luv all of ya’ll i wish i could french kiss you guys ❤️🌺

Tagging the one that first started my whole tumblr journey <3 @lee1504

[sainz100]

2024 Singapore GP | x

[actually-mentally-ill]

thank you every single one of you for 50+ followers!

i’m really grateful, thank you for getting me to so many milestones in just a month of being on tumblr 💞

LOVE YOU LOTS