#they are ridiculous

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Destiel Pride - Day 11; Truth

[skullcfusher]

Wait I don't think I posted this one oops sorry I don't even remember what sparked it actually

[loveinhawkins]

was this written to solve my own inconsistencies because i keep forgetting Eddie literally hotwired the RV, they don’t need keys, why do you keep mentioning keys, you fool? maybe. do i also think they’d be this stupid? yes. ❤️

“Oh, son of a bitch,” Dustin says, midway to The War Zone.

Steve, who is used to this sort of outburst for things as mild as Dustin forgetting just one out of the eight pens on his person, does not react.

However Eddie—Hellfire rants aside—is not quite as familiar yet. He jumps practically a foot in the air.

“Jesus Christ, what now?”

All Dustin offers by way of explanation is an accusatory, “You,” pointing his finger right in Eddie’s face.

And then Eddie sees what’s dangling from said finger.

“… Oh.”

“What?” Steve says, glancing at the rearview mirror; Eddie quickly blocks Dustin from view, goes right up on his tiptoes and spreads his arms wide, curses when Dustin throws the keys—

—to Max, who catches them one-handed, who gives Eddie a grin that’s not so much pitying as it is evil, and then she—

—throws them to Lucas, and he somehow gets the metal ring to land on his finger, like he’s in a movie, and he twirls them round and round until Max snorts, and he grins like that had been his aim all along.

“Sinclair,” Eddie says, “I am begging you.”

“I’m not hearing much about what’s in it for him,” Erica says.

Aha! Eddie zeroes in on Erica and blocks her from Lucas, like a very unjust game of Keep Away.

“Dude,” Lucas says, affronted, “that’s not fair.”

Eddie has the decency to look a bit ashamed. Not too ashamed to stop because he is a pathetic man, but at least Steve still hasn’t noticed the—

“Lucas,” Erica says, in the aggrieved tones of a sister who’s despaired at him many, many times. “You’re on the basketball team. Just do a pass fake, nerd.”

Lucas feigns to the left, and Eddie falls for it—but, in what he’s sure is a completely unsportsmanlike move, he uses his height to his advantage, jumps…

And drops the keys with a clatter.

Steve must instantly recognise the sound for what it is, because he starts to cackle.

Eddie’s only saving grace is that Steve is driving, so at least he can’t see—

“Eddie’s going, like, super red in the face right now,” Dustin narrates helpfully.

“Scarlet,” Lucas says.

“Vermillion,” Robin pipes up from the floor.

“Ooh,” Dustin, Lucas, and Max chorus, impressed. Jesus Christ, they almost harmonize.

“Yeah, Eddie,” Steve says dryly, “you fucking moron. How did you miss those, it’s not like you had literally anything else on your mind.”

“You’re a real gentleman, Harrington, anyone ever told you that?” Eddie says weakly.

“Maybe once or twice,” Steve says, drawing it out teasingly, as if he means not often enough.

“Well, at least we got on the road,” Nancy says. Her voice quivers like she’s trying not to laugh—perched on the table, eyes shining with amusement. “And it did look pretty cool, Eddie.”

Eddie thinks this is an incredibly generous assessment, considering his main thought while breaking into the RV had been don’t get stuck in the window, Jesus Christ.

And then… like, he didn’t expect Steve to actually come up and watch him hotwire the damn thing, like, with rapt attention, so close that Eddie was kinda concerned he’d electrocute himself instead. Honestly, it was a miracle he got the engine started.

“That’s sweet of you, Wheeler, but I’m self-aware.”

“Since when?” Erica says.

Underneath everyone’s laughter, Steve grins and says, “Hey, don’t worry, man.” He catches Eddie’s eye in the rearview mirror, winks. “It was an educational experience.”

“Oh, wow, your face is even redder.”

“Henderson, I’m gonna put those goddamn keys so far up your ass.”

[alexturntable]

shellmotorsport What a partnership 🤝 🏎️ 👏 ​

[mrsfitzgerald]

dresden 18.05.24 ♥︎ video: @kimifillovny

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[scarefox]

Them every time someone mentions it 😅

[curetill]

also it seems like Ivan is planning on taking tills gifts (and probably gonna give them back to him), the translated version says "counting every gift" UGH HES SUCH A BOYFAILURE. 😞

[starmaker-astral]

The bullies of tumblr since I deactivated anonymous asks and have to talk face to face :

[fra080389-2-me]

Endeavor (bodybuilding pose): Just watch me.

Hawks: N.1! Be cool! Be cool!

[skullcfusher]

Ok maybe I’m funny just a little

[sweet-potato-42]

I love absurd characters. the two streamers i really got into on qsmp are foolish and tubbo.

The silliest dudes who do anything and hte immediate reaction is like "what the fuck that is insane"

foolish will make insanely beautiful builds in a short time or make the fucking titan

tubbo will just make insane factories with a 70% success rate. He will dig out a 16x16 chunk hole in a few hours for the memes. he will make a machine that requires 1200 fans

they are also both very reckless characters in lore and its fun for me to watch

[crowleysgirl56]

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 28

In the spirit of Wildest Dreams number 4, I want Aziraphale to have continual daydreams about Crowley that are constantly interrupted during season 3. Even by Crowley himself!

Picture Aziraphale coming back to Earth and coming face to face with Crowley again for the first time. “Crowley!” he exclaims. He’s already too aware of how much he’s missed him for the last few months whilst in heaven. How he’s already been daydreaming. How he just wants to tell Crowley so much about how he’s missed him dearly! Crowley starts a stream of sarcastic insults, then launches into urgent muttering about the second coming and just what are they going to do about it? Aziraphale on the other hand completely loses focus, and Crowley’s voice begins to muffle. The sides of his vision begin to blur as a romantic filter descends. Crowley face is enveloped in Aziraphale’s tunnel vision. Happy Together by The Turtles starts playing as Aziraphale stares and grins lovingly. The muffled sounds of Crowley incredulously asking “Angel?! Are you even listening to me?!” can just be made out.

Aziraphale is suddenly snapped out of his romantic reverie by Crowley yelling “EARTH TO AZIRAPHALE!”

They are ridiculous.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

For the Ficlet Friday - First Prince and Alex's lack of underwear :)

okay i took ur prompt along with the firstprince and this is what we get ... lolz - thanks for the prompt luv

you can also read this on ao3 if you'd rather

(no cut cuz only smut adjacent lolz)

Henry watches Alex from across the room, his gaze drawn irresistibly to the way those old, threadbare sweatpants cling to him. They’re stretched taut across his hips and groin as he sits on the couch, his legs casually spread in a posture so confident and easy it borders on arrogant. Henry notices immediately—Alex isn’t wearing underwear. Again.

It’s deliberate, Henry knows. They’ve talked about this, after all. This unspoken signal is something they’ve both agreed upon, a quiet acknowledgment of boundaries and desires. When Alex strolls around in those worn-out sweats, with nothing underneath, it’s his way of telling Henry that he’s open, that he’s ready, that anything Henry might want is not only welcome but encouraged.

Henry swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. It’s a simple enough arrangement, designed to keep him from losing his mind with constant longing. Alex promised to only wear the sweats like this when he was okay with Henry taking what he wanted. A small mercy for Henry’s sanity, but also, undeniably, an invitation. And right now, as Alex lounges there with that knowing, crooked grin tugging at his lips, Henry can feel the edges of his self-control begin to fray.

Henry’s breath quickens as the thought takes hold, vivid and undeniable. He knows it wouldn’t take long—hardly any time at all—if he were to wrap his hand around them both, and let the heat and friction carry them to the edge together. The thought alone is enough to make his pulse race. But tonight, he wants more than that. He wants Alex in a way that leaves no room for restraint. He wants to taste him.

Decision made, Henry pushes to his feet and strides across the room with purpose. Alex, lounging on the couch with that careless sprawl, catches sight of him coming closer, and his breath hitches. The sound is soft, almost imperceptible, but it sends a thrill through Henry. When he reaches Alex, there’s no hesitation. He drops to his knees in one smooth, fluid motion.

Alex lets out a breathy exhale, his lips parting as his eyes darken with anticipation. Henry’s hands find their place on Alex’s thighs, firm but reverent, and the electricity between them crackles like a live wire. Henry knows, with a certainty that makes his chest tighten, that this won’t take long either. But that’s just fine. He’s exactly where he wants to be, and Alex looks ready to unravel in his hands.

you can also have a ficlet if ya want

[obx-incorrect-quotes]

Pope: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

John B: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

JJ: I got distracted halfway through.

Kiara: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.