#to write this silly little thing

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[simpingforbots]

Humans acting like service animals

I have a stupide idea that the human can act like service animals for all the big bots, helping them through PTSD or other mental issues. or just being there for them as a mental support.

Like big bot is forced/ goes on his own accord to go to "shrink", get evaluated and the next day BOOM he has a small human by his side, in reflective vest saying something alone like Mental Health Aid and follow the big bot around, helping them in situations like when ever they feel to angry and ready to burst, the human would tap them and try to get their attention, quickly diverting it towards them and big bot would completely forget every thing about anger, to focused on petting the little human.

Even funnier will be that humans will have to go classes to learn how to act around big alien bots to help them to get to better state of mental health. and they will proudly display their diploma saying like "look, I am certified Therapist for Big robot and I am proud of it. My patient is getting better and better with every day!"

and then there is a "patient" saying "My little human such a Prime send, I have no idea what would I do without them. They are so cute and adorable, I love them so much. Look at this cute little trick they know and all this cute outfits I got them. But do not pet them, they are working right now"

[steveseddie]

slip and slide

written for round one of @steddiebingo | prompt: friend | rating: t | wc: 2,2k | no cw | tags: injured eddie, first kiss, showers, fluff, humor read on ao3

Steve waits until Max has disappeared inside her house to start backing up his car. 

He always makes sure the kids are safely inside before driving away, but today he’s also making sure that she doesn’t see him steer the car towards the Munson trailer instead of out of Forest Hills. 

So that’s why you offered to give me a ride, she’d probably say with a knowing look, so that you could see Eddie.

Which isn’t true, okay? Steve offered to drive her home because he hated the thought of Max riding her skateboard only days after they had taken off her cast. 

It just so happens that he can make sure she doesn’t break her arm again and check on Eddie at the same time. There isn’t more to it.

Or so he tells himself as he walks up the trailer steps and raises his hand to knock on the screen door.

The response comes a few seconds later– a loud metallic clang followed by a string of profanities. Steve recognizes the voice behind the swearing as Eddie’s, and worried that he might've hurt himself, he swings the door open and steps inside. 

“Eddie? Are you okay?” Steve asks, lingering by the entrance, but when there’s no reply, he ventures in further. The trailer isn’t big and he easily finds Eddie in the bathroom, feeling relieved that he doesn’t look hurt, but also confused by the state of him. “Uh, Eddie?”

His voice makes Eddie jump, and with a wince, he picks up a wrench from the floor as if to defend himself before he recognizes Steve. “Jesus Christ, Harrington!” He releases a whoosh of air, lowering the wrench when he realizes he’s not in danger. “How did you get in here?” 

“The door was open and I heard–” Steve lets his explanation trail off, his eyes narrowing at Eddie. “What are you doing? Why are you dripping?”

Standing in the shower, clothes still on and wet just like his hair, Eddie shrugs.

“I was uh– taking a shower.”

Steve’s eyebrow arches. “With your clothes on?” 

Eddie’s face twitches into a grimace, but he doesn’t back down. “Yup,” he says. “They were dirty too. Gotta save water, you know?” 

As ridiculous as Eddie is, this is too much even for him. Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay, then what’s the wrench for?” 

Eddie tries to hide it behind him, but it’s too late. He lets out a defeated sigh. “I was going to take a shower, but the stupid thing isn’t working, so I was trying to fix it.”

“Eddie,” Steve chatises, his hands finding their way to his hips. Eddie might be able to walk and the stitches might be gone, but he hasn’t healed completely yet. He definitely shouldn’t be using tools or attempting to fix a shower by himself. 

“I know, okay, Steve?” Eddie says through gritted teeth, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and his eyes flashing with annoyance like they do whenever Wayne or Steve remind him that he needs to be more careful.

Steve sighs. “Did you hurt yourself?” He asks, opting out of giving him that same reminder and getting his head bitten off. 

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, slumping against the wall. “I dropped the wrench and it almost fell on my foot, s’all. Turns out I still can’t lift my arms over my head. Makes my sides hurt like a bitch,” he admits, glaring at the tool in his hand. 

Steve reaches for the wrench. “Here, let me help.”

“Do you even know how to fix a shower, rich boy?” Eddie asks, his eyebrow cocked petulantly. 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Do you?” He shoots back, matching his bitchy tone. 

Eddie’s nose scrunches up. “Touché,” he mutters, handing Steve the tool and flopping down onto the plastic chair they keep there for Eddie to sit while he showers. Standing for too long still makes his ankle hurt, even if he refuses to admit it. 

As he steps into the shower, Steve tries not to think about a naked Eddie sitting on that chair. He definitely doesn’t think about standing behind him and washing his hair or his back or his chest, his hands trailing lower and lower–

Nope, he’s not thinking about that, even if his white-knuckled grip on the wrench suggests otherwise. 

“You know,” Steve says, focusing on the task at hand and shoving all those thoughts away. “This is the kind of thing that you call a friend for.”

Behind him, Eddie lets out a scoff. “Most of my friends are like, three feet tall.”

“I’m not.”

There’s a short silence followed by Eddie’s whispered response. “No, but you’ve already done enough for me, man.”

It’s true that Steve has been driving Eddie to physical therapy, picking up his meds, buying groceries for him and Wayne, often even cooking for them, but Eddie has to know he’s happy to do all that. 

In case he doesn’t, Steve decides to tell him. “We’re friends, Eddie. Friends help each other.” He uses the wrench to tighten something that seems loose, hoping that will fix the problem. Eddie’s assumption was right– Steve has no idea what he’s doing. 

Eddie sighs, and the chair squeaks, probably from him slumping against it. “No, friends come over for movies and to smoke and hang out, not to fuss over you like you’re useless and can’t take care of yourself!”

Steve turns around and finds Eddie with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the wall. With his hair plastered to his face and his soaked clothes, he looks a little like a wet rat. A cute one, though he doubts Eddie will appreciate the comparison either way. 

“I can do that,” Steve tells him instead. “The movies and the smoking. Hanging out with you. I’d like that.”

Eddie cautiously meets Steve’s eyes. “You would?”

“Of course. Eds, I don’t think that you’re useless. That’s not why I do any of that, I just– I like to help,” he says, hanging a hand from his neck. “I know I can be a little too much sometimes–”

“That’s not– you’re not,” Eddie reassures him. “I just don’t like feeling like– like a charity case.”

“Well, you’re not that either,” Steve says. “You’re my friend, or– I want you to be.”

The truth is, Steve would like him to be more, but the last thing he wants is to prove to Eddie that he is a little too much by blurting that out right now.

Grabbing a lock of wet hair, Eddie tugs it in front of his face. *Oh, uh, me too.” 

Steve’s heart flutters, and he turns back around, paying attention to the shower again. “First, I gotta fix this thing so you can shower, though,” he says and shoots a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “You stink, Munson.”

Eddie barks out a loud laugh. “Fuck off, Harrington.”

Steve tinkers with the shower a little longer, feeling Eddie’s eyes on him the whole time. That, and the fact that it’s the middle of the day and the trailer is a big metal box with no central AC, means that he starts sweating very soon. He pauses a few times to brush his sweaty hair away or wipe the sweat from his face with his shirt– and every time he swears that he can hear Eddie curse under his breath. He’s probably affected by the heat too, but Steve wistfully entertains the idea of Eddie being affected by the sight of Steve working in front of him. He makes sure to show off a little just in case he’s right.

When he’s out of things to tweak and tighten, he spins around to face Eddie, whose eyes quickly snap up from where he was staring at– Steve’s ass? and attempts to blink innocently at him. 

“It’s done. I think,” Steve says, biting his lip around the smug grin threatening to break across his face. He was right to put on a show. 

Eddie clears his throat a few times, a blush rising to his cheeks. “Alright, big boy, moment of truth,” he says, pushing himself off the chair. “Let’s see if you have a future as a handyman.”

He grabs the shower handle, twists it, and–

Nothing happens. 

Steve’s bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Guess you were right. I don’t know how to fix a shower,” he says, his shoulders slumping with disappointment. “Sorry, man.”

“S’alright, you tried,” Eddie says, knocking their shoulders together. The shower is small, and with the chair taking up half of the space, they’re standing very close to each other. “I’ll just ask Wayne to take a look at it later.”

For a moment, neither of them moves. They should probably get out of the shower, and Eddie should probably change out of his wet clothes so they can hang out– is that still on the table?

“We– uh, we can still watch the movie. If you want,” Steve says, running his hand through his hair.

Eddie blinks at him. “Yeah?” He asks, his mouth ticking up at the corners. “Even if I stink?” 

Steve ducks his head with a laugh. “You don’t.”

“Hm,” Eddie hums. “Even if I was a dick to you for trying to help?”

Steve meets Eddie’s eyes. “I’m used to it,” he teases, getting another laugh from Eddie in return. 

“Very well, Harrington, let’s get out of here so I can change and we can– Shit!”

Eddie’s socked foot slips on the wet tiles mid-sentence, and he curses as he loses his balance and almost faceplants on the floor.

The only reason he doesn’t is because Steve grabs him by his elbows, steadying him and keeping them both on their feet, their faces end up only inches apart. Like this, it’s impossible to miss the way Eddie’s eyes dart down to Steve’s lips, only a breath away from his. 

“You okay?” Steve asks, his hands sliding to Eddie's waist instead.

He hears his sharp inhale, and when his eyes snap up and Eddie realizes that Steve caught him staring at his mouth, he starts to panic a little. “Aye! All good, Your Majesty, thanks to you!” He says, his voice coming out an octave too high. “What a mighty friend you are, saving me from a most painful fall!”

He’s too busy squirming and trying to free himself to notice the fond amusement in Steve’s face. 

Steve holds him tighter, both because he doesn’t trust Eddie not to slip again and because he doesn’t want him to run away, not when he thinks they might be on the same page after all. 

When Steve doesn’t budge, Eddie makes a hmph noise. “Steve, what–”

“I lied,” he says, feeling Eddie go still in his arms. 

Raising an eyebrow at him, he asks, “I do stink?”

A low chuckle slips past Steve's lips. “No. Eddie, I– don’t want to just be your friend.”

Hope flickers in Eddie’s eyes before he shoves it down, staring cautiously at Steve instead. “Then– then what–” He starts, but Steve doesn’t let him finish, closing the small distance between them and pressing their lips together. 

There’s a surprised, muffled squeak from Eddie and a split second where he just stands there frozen before he eagerly kisses Steve back, pushing him against the tiles. Steve can feel the shower handle digging into his spine. It hurts a little, but he doesn’t care, he’s too busy kissing Eddie harder, one of his hands tangling in his curls as he licks into his mouth until–

Until there's a rickety noise from the showerhead above them, quickly followed by water raining down on them. 

The water is cold and unexpected, and it effectively puts a stop to their kiss as they both pull back, cursing. 

“Of fucking course that’s when the stupid thing finally works!” Eddie groans, throwing his head back to glare at the shower, which only results in the water hitting him right on the face, making him splutter. 

Steve can’t help but laugh, feeling the water plaster his hair to his face and soaking his clothes. Eddie attempts to pout at him, but it doesn’t last; he starts laughing too, his head tipping forward so his forehead rests on Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hey, at least I fixed it,” Steve says once their laughter has dissolved into giggles, his hands running up and down Eddie’s drenched shirt. 

Eddie snorts, nuzzling his face into Steve’s neck. “You sure did, sweetheart.”

When he pulls back, he’s grinning widely, his dimples popping. His hair is flat against his head, no curls in sight, and his bangs are plastered to his forehead, making him look like a drowned rat once again. But droplets of water have also caught on his long eyelashes, and when he flutters his big eyes to get rid of them, it almost looks like they’re sparkling. So, drowned rat or not, Steve thinks he looks pretty like this. He doesn’t quite want them to dry up just yet.

So, “Still feel like taking that shower?” Steve asks with a playful smirk. 

Eddie’s face lights up with interest. “Depends. Feel like joining me?”

Steve pretends to think it over as if that isn’t exactly what he wants. “Well,” he says, his lips stretching into a grin. “Gotta save water, right?”

Eddie’s boisterous laugh echoes through the bathroom as he grabs the shower curtain and draws it closed. 

Then he pulls Steve in for another wet kiss, grabbing him by the lapels of his soaked shirt.

[luminique]

lighter sometimes believes its boring to hang around him. aside from the occasional bike rides and watching him fight, it’s quite common for you two to just meet at a certain spot and talk while catching the breeze together.

it’s not something he’d say out loud to you. he fidgets with his hands, tug on his scarf, play with his sunglasses, little signs that show his increasing worry that you’re getting bored of this. bored of him.

let’s be honest. who brings their significant other to the port just to buy fries and feed the seagulls?? it’s already part of his routine but bringing you along had him feel a little more embarrassed as he hesitantly ate a fry. he watched you wait for a seagulls to land on your shoulder, holding out your fries to them as an offering. it was a first for you and you didn’t seem uncomfortable with the idea.

the seagulls had all flocked over to lighter, maybe it was true that he made some sort of secret promise so they recognized him. the sun began to set and the fries were getting soggy. behind those sunglasses, he was genuinely panicking as to whether this was even a good idea in the first place.

“guess they like you more than me,” you joked as you both munched on the fries. the oiliness coated his tongue, leaving an unpleasant taste in his mouth. maybe he could fix it somehow with a movie or late night star gazing or-

“it’s fun. as long as i’m with you.” his head turned over to you, a little stunned at your words. were you some sort of mind reader? was he thinking out loud? was his expression really that expressive because he could’ve sworn that he was trying his best to be cool and nonchalant. you took his hand in yours, the leather glove feeling a little too tight now around his fingers.

maybe you were right. other couples might not find feeding seagulls fun but as long as he was with you. as long as you were together, it wouldn’t be so boring and mundane after all.

[whos-the-seme]

very sleep deprived but what if: "I dunno, I'm just saying--" sqh wiggles his eyebrows at him.

"stop saying. immediately." to punctuate his words, sqq goes for his true and tried technique: throwing a fan at sqh's forehead with deadly accuracy. it strikes true before the other could dodge and the other lets out a hiss of pain, but stops talking with a small whine of "bro--" and a pout.

a few minutes later, when sqh is still sending him shiny wide eyes and exaggeratedly rubbing at his forehead, sqq sighs. without thinking, he leans over to smack a giant wet kiss on the slightly reddened spot, pushing a bit of spiritual energy into it. he dismisses down the intense urge he has to bite and make it worse. the mark disappears.

"there, I healed it. fucking happy?"

"very happy, thank you very much"

sqh looks at him from underneath his eyelashes, a teasing smirk growing on his face at getting sqq to capitulate, and sqq rolls his eyes, bc sqh honestly could've and should've done it himself, what does he look like, a fucking healer?? he already has to deal with without a cure and sure the amount of energy needed to heal a small knock on the head was so minuscule that it wouldn't affect him even on a bad day, but like???

he's been giving in more and more these days but its not his fault that the airplane was so convincing when he started to act fucking pathetic and just made sqq feel bad for him a little.

(and okay, he likes how vicious, apathetic, hyper competent a-hua can sometimes just be so cute and needy--)

someone cleared their throat.

sqq instantly freezes. he carefully does not notice from the corner of his eyes how sqh has also gone rigid.

in eerie and stiff unison, they both turned their heads to face the rest of the room. the very full room. the very full room of other peak lords. the very full room of other peak lords because they were currently at the monthly peak lord meeting.

the very full room of other peak lords that were staring at him and sqh because they just witnessed him plant a kiss on sqh's forehead.

the silence stretched.

damnit, airplane.

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[bloggerspam]

Building Graves like Homes

DP-only WIP based loosely off this dcxdp prompt where Danny unknowingly builds his own grave.

===

It starts with a sticker.

That's all it is, really. A stupid little sticker.

Jazz gives it to him as a joke. He did the dishes unprompted, so she gave him a gold star sticker—one of the ones she gives to the kids she tutors on Sundays and Thursdays.

It's just that the basement is comforting.

By all accounts it shouldn't be—it's cold, noisy, barren of any furniture beyond work tables and creepy weapons and mess.

By all accounts he should hate it here—his parents spend most of their time here so it's hard to find peace, his sister hates it, Sam and Tucker hate it, and Danny…well. Danny died here.

But the sticker.

There's a spot next to the portal, not quite under the jut of it, between where the side ends and where the filter sits on the wall. The hum of the portal and lab resonates just perfectly to be almost a lullaby, the edge of the portal's jutted out side providing a good little nestle spot for Danny to sit and lean against.

Danny likes to sit there, in the rare moments when his parents aren't in the lab, and just kind of…ruminate.

Today he ruminates on the sticker, the little glittery shine of it, and how funny it looks against the cold metal gray.

He sticks it on the side, where you can't really see it, and something sort of settles in him.

He stares and stares at it, feeling a little pinprick of warmth as he rubs against it with a finger, until his parents come home and he has to leave.

The warmth, however, decides to stay long after.

[egophiliac]

happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!

thank you, and happy new year! 💚💜💚 that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!

I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)

I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!

also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...

...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.

[rsenak]

something something immediate follow up to this

[huellitaa]

₊˚⊹♡ education is hot!

education is literally the most valuable thing in life. please please PLEASE take advantage of that. self concept is important, good looks are important, happiness is important, health is important, but without education we wouldn't even know what any of that even means. ♡

having knowledge makes you magnetic. when you're smart, people will look up to you. and if people look up to you, it means they think about you, they admire you, and you have an influence on them.

life is knowledge. the more you learn, the more you are. knowledge is the fundamental basics to life. nothing is the root of everything but we wouldn't even know what nothing is without education. we wouldn't have language, we wouldn't have concepts, we wouldn't have technology, we wouldn't have the screen you're reading this on. we wouldn't have tumblr 😨

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 1. noting down ur findings

the smartest people ALWAYS note down what they learn, whether it be big or small. if you have lots of knowledge and / or the memory capacity of a goldfish then naturally you may not always remember what you learn. keeping it noted down in any preferably easily accessible format of your choice is so helpful and a very smart choice if you want to be an Intellectual™. notebook, sketchbook, binder, google docs, notion pages, tumblr posts, notes app, anything you like !!!!! just keep it noted down !!!! ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀2. utilising ur resources!!!!

so many people i know and millions of people throughout the world suffer with a crippling addiction to their phones, but what are you actually doing on said phone? you spend ages on your phone, your tablet, your laptop, reading, writing, playing video games, and so on, but even then, are you genuinely learning? are you taking the time to absorb the knowledge placed before you or are you skimming through it all in a mindless cycle of media consumption?

think about how you can utilise the things around you to learn. for example, make all that time spent on your devices useful. research, study, learn in your free time. knowledge is abundance. you can use your local library, your local bookshops, ur school or ur college or ur workplace just to find out more about your surroundings and about the world. it is so much more valuable thank you'd think.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 3. wisdom

wisdom is the highest form of knowledge. to learn is to live so living is the only way you're going to truly learn, if that makes sense. therefore, by using this direct method, you gain the highest manner of knowledge; wisdom. wisdom is not being book smart or knowing how to solve equations or write essays but wisdom is genuine, pure, raw, life experience and life lessons, which, surprise surprise, can only be gained through experience and living your life. go out, try things, get out of your comfort zone, get comfy being uncomfy. you got this. ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 4. social interaction

"nerds dont know how to socialise!!!" okay so maybe i adhere to this stereotype sometimes but social interaction is, however unfortunate it may be, a key part of being intellectual and having genuine knowledge. going back to wisdom and learning through experience, speaking with and networking with and sparking connections with others is a vital way to be educated and informed and cultured along with enhancing your social skills, because we need to know how to interact with others, too. if we can't spread said knowledge through connections and socialising so it can be passed down for hundreds of thousands for years to come then there is no point in learning at all because it'll have no use in the long run.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 5. media consumption

feed ur brain. i cannot stress this enough. read books, fiction or non fiction. i know you've heard this a million times but it's true. read just a random article of interest every day to get your brain working. learn a new word every day, read news reports, letters, interesting blogs, articles, websites, do puzzles, crosswords, wordsearches, memory games, listen to podcasts, audiobooks, watch documentaries, youtube videos, interviews, ted talks, video essays, EXERCISE UR BRAIN

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 6. insights, emotional intelligence and empathy

as i've said before, and i'll reiterate again, knowledge extends beyond simply having book smarts and knowing how to work with letters and numbers. the most powerful method of communication amongst humans is emotion, and being well versed in how to read, understand and communicate said language is only learnt through real life experience and observation of real life experiences where the use of emotional intelligence and empathy come into play. analyse these experiences and note down everything

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 7. question ur sources and BE BOLD

one thing i was taught ever since i was little is that when ur online you need to be veeeery careful with all the information you get fed because there are lots of people out there, esp on the internet, with lots of different intentions and lots of different facts, even if they have good intentions and don't mean to mislead you. always double check whatever ur told with someone you know or on another website or two or a physical yet reliable source if you have one to hand, and cite your own opinions too. you get to choose what does and doesn't get to enter your mind. your mind and your knowledge is yours entirely and only yours to be tampered with and adjusted in any way you'd like.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 things 2 study and be generally educated on:

social etiquette and politeness

countries and their respective laws, cultures, landmarks etc.

history of your own family and ancestry

languages you're interested in and basic phrases in several languages

information about your dream and / or current career

finances and how to manage your money

business, networking and persuasion

pet psychology and how to take care of them

capital cities and basics about places around the world, esp if you plan on going travelling

something beautiful about knowledge is that you'll never run out of it and it can never be taken away from you. people can take anything from you, but never your intelligence. ♡

all my love! 💖✨💘💗🎀💓

[steveseddie]

CPR

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: “hot, 315 words” | rating: g | no cw | tags: feelings confession, pining, former lifeguard steve, current drama queen eddie

The sun beating down on them as they lounge by the pool and the lunch they had ten minutes ago both make Eddie sleepy. With ten minutes left until Steve deems it safe to go in the pool, he lets himself doze off. 

That’s why, when Steve groans and says, “I’m too hot!”, Eddie sluggishly blurts out– “Fuck, yeah, you are.”

Immediately, he shoots up in his lounge chair. Steve is staring at him, eyebrows raised and mouth parted. His eyes are probably wide behind his sunglasses. 

“Because of the sun! That’s what I meant! You’re clearly hot, you’re all flushed and sweaty! Not– not that I was checking you out. No, sir! Um–”  He trails off, knowing he’s making things worse. Instead, he clumsily scrambles to his feet. “I’m– I’m gonna go.” 

When Steve only gapes at him, Eddie starts to back away. 

“Thank you for the food, kind sir!” He jokes, attempting a silly curtsy but miscalculating terribly, stumbling backwards into the pool. 

The cold water feels great against his warm skin, both from the sun and the embarrassment. He wishes he could stay underwater without facing Steve but he can’t, so he begrudgingly resurfaces, spluttering and pushing his hair back.

Steve peers down at him, sunglasses on top of his head.  “Need a hand?”

“No,” Eddie groans, “just leave me here to drown.”

Steve’s lips stretch into a smirk. “I’d prefer if the first time we kiss isn’t because I’m giving you CPR, so come here.”

When Eddie doesn’t– too busy wondering if he drowned and died– Steve sighs, gracefully lowering himself into the pool. When he reaches Eddie, he cups his face and wordlessly pulls him in for a kiss.

And as Eddie goes breathless and his heart skips a beat, his last coherent thought is that he’s lucky Steve used to be a lifeguard. He might need CPR after all.

[courfee]

Regulus finds a label maker. That’s useful.

Reg with a label maker from early morning, coffee cups by @alarainai stuck with me for some reason...

[frm9pm]

Sometimes I remember they lived through the 90’s which also means boybands

[oh-no-its-bird]

Since Ichigo dies at about 15, and Hatake get their marks at like 14? what do her clan markings look like? 👀

OHHH OK THIS IS ACTUALLY A WHOLE THING, SO,

Ichigo got moon stripes !! It's also known as the story teller stripes, and is the traditional tattoos of the Hatake clan's religious leader and story keeper. Which Ichigo does end up in training to become!

There's actually a bit of drama with the fact that Yuki, the current clan shaman, is so old (she's in her 70's, which is basically like being in her 120's for a shinobi), and she's only now picking an apprentice in Ichigo.

Yuki did actually have an apprentice before, who was fully trained and set up to take up the position whenever Yuki died— but they were one of the 5 Hatake to die to illness the winter before the Hatake were summoned to iron court (which is the event that got the ball rolling on the Hatake joining Konoha a year or two later)

Yuki settled on Ichigo being her next apprentice relatively quickly after that, but wouldn't actually tell anyone about it for some more years— stubbornly staying quiet on the topic even when pressed with increasingly stressed and worried questions about it. Ichigo was only about 8 at the time, but Yuki set to training her just a little bit under the table

It was easy enough, when Ichigo was always happy to listen to her stories and gossip about past and present events. Ichigo kind of ended up soaking in a lot of things she'd be expected to learn in the role (religious rights / mythos of spirits and gods / traditions and why they do them / stories passed down through the family / etc.) naturally throughout the years.

Finally, Ichigo turned 14 and lead her first hunt— the marker of a Hatake coming of age. Afterwards, it was Yuki's job to give her the stripes Yuki deemed to 'fit her best,' which is ofc when she gave her the moon stripes and officially announced her plans with a "teehee congrats <3"

It wasn't actually too much of a surprise to those who'd been paying attention to what had been going on, but still caught some off guard. Ichigo had been "training" for like, 6 whole years at that point, without even realizing it. So she was honestly pretty well into her education on the roll, and would probably only need a few more years afterwards to be deemed officially ready to take it on

But then ofc, she dies a year later. And Yuki dies in very quick succession. (Losing her third apprentice, and so old already, had done terrible things to her heart and spirit) And with both of them went a very large portion of the clans history.

Others in the clan, of course, still knew plenty. Yuki's teachings had not been for Ichigo alone, and many had sat by her side and listened to her stories as well. But no single person knew as much as they had or had been in the same position of authority to do things like honoring the spirits of their ancestors or assigning Hatake stripes to their young.

In their deaths, Haruka had to take up many of their duties, mostly by default via being the highest other figure of respect in that regard. But they lost a lot.

There's some sort of interesting point to be made that the Hatake's religious leader wears tattoos that symbolize a red moon. And that Kaguya-hime is among the gods they pay respects to.

I don't really have any real thoughts on it other than going "hmm." and writing that down to reference later, but like !! That's something

anyways Yuki herself is also pretty cute, I find myself enjoying her immensely, so take this art I drew for her the other day that I've been looking for an excuse to post:

[i-think-2-loud]

service top neil and power bottom andrew is basically canon…but may i please offer service top jeremy and power bottom jean??

[simpingforbots]

Cybertronians would hundred percent build terrariums!!!

With Earth slowly growing less and less liveable for the human kind thanks to the greed of big cooperation, even if common people tried their best to save it, for those who don't really need fresh and clean air to survive, cybertronians would hundred percent would create small terrariums, self sustained and all to place the little human in there. Then it will become more like some kind of hobby, creating more and more small little containers with green life, a more rooms for human to explore and move around. And just a thought of big robot hunched over glass container, surrounded by small bags of dirt, moss and other greenery, trying their best to build a small wooden cabin and struggling to tie a small swing set to a tree they've painstakingly grown.