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Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)
#my actual posts lol#haha what if i made a daily diary post thing like nico#..i was just thinking#today was a good day#and i thought of this song#ive been playing summon night swordcraft story a lot as of late.. though none today actually#its still on my mind though#i considered using dweller empty path's song flying through a stary sky instead.. but this is what i thought of first#i think it fits best to use it#i actually had to jump through some hoops to upload music!#cus my tumblr app is kinda old.. i cant properly upload music. i could only put a link#which isnt exactly ideal#so i tried in my web browser.. but maybe its cus i havent updated it in a while or maybe just cus its tor.. it didnt work#so i downloaded firefox and did it on there lol#now im editing it in my drafts back on the app#dont ask why im not just doing it on my computer... shes having some technical difficulties. we're working on it#but not today#...#today was pretty eventful.. even if not very productive. but ive never been a very productive person#we went and saw some light festival thing! it was rly nice.. a little simple at times but it was fun#we went and got some yummy snacks earlier too! tho ive already eaten them all hehe#and i started up animal crossing new leaf. i hadnt played it in ages! its startling how much better it is than new horizions.. imo at least#only problem is i couldnt make it the same as my island.. and i didnt remember why i named my last town#we searched for a while for some reference or somfin to name it after.. but we ended up just going with ''faraway''#cus i liked the idea of being asked where im going.. and just saying far far away#and as beth said it has a kinda fairytail vibe!#...only after i named it did i realize i accidentally named it after the town in omori. oops!#...im about to hit the tag limit. so whoevers still listening i just want u to know..#i love you. ok?#goodnight
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#128
“How’d that thing at the weekend go?”
The hero laughs with visible discomfort. “Ah, pretty good. Wasn’t too bad.”
The other hero turns to look at him incredulously. “Wasn’t too bad? I thought your kids had some big parts in that play or something.”
“Oh, yeah, they did. You know how kids are, though. Acting clearly doesn’t run in the family.”
The last the other hero had heard, the hero was ecstatic to be going to this play. Now, he’s folding his clothes and shoving them into his locker like the weekend wasn’t anything special.
“You feeling alright?” the other hero asks shortly.
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know.” The other hero leans against their locker as the hero fiddles with the code on his. “I was expecting you to be more… excited. Has something happened?”
“No, nothing.”
“You can tell me.”
“I don’t have anything to tell you.” The hero gives up and slams the door on his locker. It doesn’t shut. “It was a nice weekend. The kids did their play and it was as entertaining as it was a bunch of eight year olds misremembering all their lines. That’s it.”
The other hero watches him as he turns back to the bench, sifting through his bag. They consider pushing it, but they don’t get the chance before the locker room door gets flung open.
“Sorry I’m late!” calls the voice in the doorway. “Traffic’s a nightmare. Anyways, I know you’re dying to hear how the kids did—god, they’re stars. I took a video, look—”
The hero cuts himself off when he finally meets the eye of… the hero, elbow deep in his bag with his locker swinging open behind him.
“Oh,” the hero says faintly from the doorway. “You’re me.”
The other hero rounds on the hero inside the locker room. “Who are you?”
The hero—although maybe not now—stares at them like he’s shocked before nodding to the hero in the doorway. “He’s the imposter.”
“He is actually trying to tell us about his kids,” the other hero says flatly. “I’m more inclined to believe he’s real.”
The hero glances between the hero in the doorway and the other hero next to him for a long second. “Look, I didn’t think I’d have to research his weekend plans, okay?”
That’s as good as a confession to the other hero. He’s already reaching for the handcuffs in his pocket—thank god he thought to take them out. “Okay. Well, you have the right to remain—”
He’s barely started before the hero bolts, the bag thrown mercilessly to the floor. The hero—the real hero—moves after him, the other hero close behind as their fake hero throws himself into the corner. He stumbles back against the wall, trapped.
“There’s no need to run,” the other hero drawls.
“I’m not running,” the fake hero say. He smiles, his back to the tile, like this was all part of the plan. “You can’t run through walls.”
And with that he leans back, the wall swallows him, and he disappears.
“He has my powers, too!” the hero cries, pointing rather uselessly at the now empty corner. “That’s not fair!”
The hero launches after him, straight through the wall. The other hero, cursed with the power of super strength, is left to take the long way round.
By the time the other hero gets there the hero already has the imposter in a tight hold. “What an idiot,” the hero says severely. “Let’s get him into a cell, huh? Whoever he is.”
“Almost had you, didn’t I?” the imposter says with a bright laugh. The other hero doesn’t like it. “Imagine what a league of us could do. Who would you trust? Who’s real? Who’s fake?”
“Oh, shut up,” the hero snaps.
“Stay on your toes. I’m far from the only one,” the imposter continues. His eyes bore straight through the other hero when he says, “Next time, it might be you.”
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#hero x villain#i hate sitting on ideas and this one was in my notes app for like a month so badda BOOM badda BING here we are#did i write this in an hour? yes. did i plan any of it? lol#dont worry about it haha
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scene redraw from the spn anime !!! (confession i havent even really watched it. i watched like one episode and then half of this one bc i didnt know what Dean was holding at first)
#pls dont ruinthe quality tumblr#supernatural#spn#supernatural fanart#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam winchester supernatural#dean winchester supernatural#supernatural anime#scene redraw#fanart#spn fanart#spnfandom#i have nothing to say in the tags other than i miss Sam#oh and that i worked on this instead of actual stuff for my art class#umm maybe ill redraw some more scenes if i feel up to it#i did a colored version of this too but i didnt really like it so oh well#wow i wish other apps had this tagging system i love posting on tumble because of this#okay bye
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Buddleia How nature loves you like blue is drawn to you
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I joined bluesky the other day :3 🦋 come support me there too if you want! Thank u see ya ^^
#oh my beautiful disorder princess.. siiighhhhhh#呪術廻戦#夏油傑#stsg#@n5bl79v on 🦋 ^^ (link under the cut ;3;3#just made my account; i wont promote it again lol.. just this once ;P <- im Very Cute..! let it slide for me hihihi👉👈..!)#(it feels nice to start fresh. twitter was not it anymore lol. not leaving tumblr tho! losernerd site my beloved)#i drew this a while ago i just never posted..... im so good at social media guys..!!!!#(that being said.... everyone seeing this say thank you to the butterfly app please lol!....amen hein)#geto suguru#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanart#satosugu#geto fanart#i dont like gojo here but the beauty of this site is that if i ever decide to i can just edit the image later AYYYYYYY
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BF! WONWOO hanging out on lazy days 18+ mdi
lazy sundays were you completely favorite. everybody hated sundays, the dreaded week lurking the feeling of the rest day just ending.
but you learned to love sundays. sundays meant late and lazy breakfast in bed, it meant snuggle in hoodies all day, it meant not getting out of the house, it meant laying in the sofa all day reading with your boyfriend between your legs.
you started reading a book that your boyfriend and also bookworm gifted to you; "I just thought you would enjoy it" he said while giving it to you as he arrived from his last leg of his tour "I brought in a pretty bookshop in New York, it has a nice coffee in it, you would love it, we should go together in your next vacation" and your heart sweell nicely thinking about your boyfriend just going around New York thinking about you.
wonwoo rubbed himself against your stomach, claiming for your attettion. "this book is boring" he said, leaving the book on the floor. "I mean it's not boring but I already know who is the killer" he continued, putting his hand inside your hoodie and on your skin, making your heart buzz a little and making you shrink a little.
"mine is pretty fine, you made a good choice" you said ignoring your boyfriend lifting his hand to your rib cage and depositing a brief kiss against the line of your sweatpants.
"yeah? did you liked you present baby?" he said while his hand travelled through your body, his fingertips touching the valley between your bobs and resting against your neck. "i always think of you when i see pretty things."
"you know i liked wonu, i almost cried when you showed me the whole bag you brought back full of presents." you saying running your fingers thought his short hair, he almost never used liked that and you dont know why but made you more attatched to it. wonwoo laughed, that almost scoffing sound full of air.
"that's what my baby deserves" he kissed your stomach and retreated his hand just so he could grab you by the hips with both hands. "I'm such a nice boyfriend, and yet you leave me bored out of my mind because of a book." he said playing with the hem of your pants.
"you are acting like I ignored you for an hour." you finally bookmark the page of your book knowing that it is a lost fight. You are not reading a sentence anymore.
"not a hour" your boyfriend finally gets off the sofa just so he can take off your pants, he lays between your legs again and he presses a kiss against you clothed pussy making you catch your breath. "a few minutes at least"
"not even five minutes baby" you complain while opening more your legs so your boyfriend gets comfortable, he just squirm a little and plant his big hands in your thighs.
"more than twenty for sure." he says while he travel his fingers against your clothed pussy, putting more pressure at your clitoris making you whimper pathetically.
"not that much." somehow even to yourself your voice sound pitiful, wonwoo barely did anything to you and somehow you are almost begging already.
"did so." he says without leaving his fingers against your pussy, and you can almost feel his fingertip through the cloth, the way your wetness is spreading somehow makes you feel that the cloth is getting thinner, almost disappearing but still not enough. "I love watching you." he pauses and presses a kiss in your pussy, and you feel his wet tongue against you. "you are so pretty all over, I just can't take my eyes off you" he says as he presses his fingers against your entrance.
"not fair." you protest while your fingers find solace in the pillow by your head.
"what baby?" he tuts. "cant i find my girlfriend pretty?" he says while he finally pushes your panty to the side. he pinches your pussy. "so fucking pretty and so fucking messy."
"wonu" you protest again feelling a little faint, a little dumb like you always gets when wonwoo talks to you like that, with his voice low like he is telling you a secret making your insides coil.
"fucking love your pussy" he says before finally putting his mouth against you, hot breath fanning over your pussy until you feel his tongue between your folds. and its like being submersed in a way, searching for air but not getting enough. wonwoo pushes your legs up and you come back to reality a little bit, the way his fingers presses against your flesh anchors you.
"god" wonwoo murmurs. "i could live like that" he says while his fingers left your thigh and comes to grope at your pussy, pressing his palm against your puffy lips. "could live eating you out" he says against your thights while you feel his fingers at your entrance, and he push just a little, making you go a tad bit crazy, putting your arms above your head and arching your back, trying to make his finger go in just a little bit more. "don't worry baby I will give It to you."
And you just feel a little bit more out of your mind, a little more hot, a little more denraged, the way his speaks to you just make you squirm because his voice is so full of adoration, like every word is just full of lust that make you clench and you just give up feeling his hot mouth against you, his tongue going against your folds. He keeps lapping at your pussy like he is getting so fucking drunk, you lock eyes with him and he just suck your clit while you feel his second finger aagainst you.
"baby please-" you finally beg and you dont even need to finish because wonwoo just knows what you need and his just put his second finger in you, and in a way it feels so much but not enough, you feel so tight, like every muscle of your body is working. You give up, you just need a little bit more, so you trail your hands against yourself, searching, you put your hand inside your hoodie, finding your boobs and squeezing.
wonwoo mouth leaves your pussy and you whine, his free hands lifting up your hoodie so he can watch you playing with yourself. His eyes travel between your hands and pussy like he can't make a choice. "fuck" he laughs a little "you are just so hot." and he just bite the skin at your hips. "so wet and taking my fingers so well" he changes his position and presses his hand against your tigh so you open your legs for him. "look at you" he coos "you have such a pretty cunt." He says while he keeps fucking your with his fingers. You whine again, feeling desperated, hasty, but you are just at the end of the cliff almost falling and wonwoo just know, he takes his other hand and just pinch at your clit making your moan. "come on baby, you can do it, just a little one and i give you my cock hun? just know you gonna take it so well gonna split you open in a little bit."
and you just fall apart thinking about the way his dick would feel.
#wonwoo smut#wonwoo fanfic#wonwoo fluff#seventeen fanfic#seventeen smut#authors note: so this is my first fic? so be kind!!!#second: im not a native english speaker so any grammar erros please just point it out its okay not gonna cry if you do it#third: i just think wonwoo would praise and spoil the hell of his gf#also minors dont interact#and the last one is probably would do better next time with warnings and content resume but like i just typed that on a whinper in the -#tumblr app so forgive me#t: writting#t: seventeen#t: jeon wonwoo
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melia rejuvenation who let you into pokemon masters
#im sorry she was the only thing i could see when i saw arc cynthia. its just melia rejuv but like for real#they just put her in masters#i dont even play it i already have one nintendo gacha game. and thats already one too many#btw this was supposed to be like a little uncolored scribble idk what happened#wouldve added hapi next to her but i ran out of room on the canvas and i forgot how to adjust it#pokemon rejuvenation#im like 99% sure someone else has already done this but. i also wanted to. so.#need it to be known that i forgot several things on this that i just noticed and can do nothing about it#tumblr mobile app specifically on this particular phone.......my enemy .
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lain fanart. ipad notes.
#i dont like this one at all but if theres one thing ive learned from posting online#is that u gotta post the things u hate bcoz no one in the world shares ur sensibilities#artists on tumblr#my art#digital art#ipad notes#notes app#humans#lain#lain iwakura#serial experiments lain#lain fanart
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Carla suddenly becoming gay is just proof that being gay is a choice. She has shown no interest in women before and now a lesbian has turned her. Carla’s true love is Peter. Swain is awful manipulative lesbian copper and don’t say bisexual exists because that doesn’t prove anything. She has never mentioned anything about being attracted to women before.
Well this is certainly words
#well done mate you just said. words! xx#god i have no time for grilling homophobic biphobic assholes on here ugh#why are you on tumblr the gay people website if this is what you're going to say with your full ass chest#like i dont think this is your app my guy ?#anyways stay fucking mad#coronation street#swarla#carla x lisa#carla connor#lisa swain
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best way for me to keep and maintain some kind of peace and stable state of mind for me ever since my mum died has been uninstalling most social media apps. I reinstalled some stuff today and have seen ppl have been trying to talk to me including on here but I really think for the new year I'm staying away from social media for as much as i can otherwise I'll just continue to compare myself to other people and not do anything of substance.
still working on my neocities because that's been on my list of things to do for years but that's probably going to be my main place to be if I come online. I'm not anti social media (clearly) but it leaves me so unproductive I feel useless and awful and I'm already trying to hold myself together and make it to the end of year without walking off the edge lol.
I won't lie I still don't have the energy to talk to anybody although I appreciate the messages. wish ppl would be ok with just communicating via letter 😭 instead of worrying about people thinking I hate them for taking a while to respond.
#will probably come back on new years eve but i like not being online. or atleast not sitting on social media all day#the discourse. the lowering of my self esteem that it causes. its just overbearing sometimes. i would quit social media#all together but everybody i know talks to me via Instagram or tumblr or discord or whatever and i dont even want to use these#apps or sites anymore they tire me so much especially right now#atp im just keeping social media around for talking and for future jobs idk
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youtube ads becoming first one 5-second ad then two 5-second ads in a row or one 15-second ad then a million unskippable ads in the middle of videos instagram quietly inserting one ad in-between every 5 or 10 ig stories then 2 in-between 4 ig stories not to mention the new reel- and explore page ads. a quiet tumblr ad banner at the top of your dash then photo ads in-between posts then video ads then video ads in-between every 3 or 5 posts that play audio automatically while youre trying to read a textpost. the most popular, paid subscription, news apps adding ads between their articles, then in articles, then paywalling new articles further with a new "news +" subscription and putting ads in those as well. once every 15 tweets there being an ad, then every 5, then theres also an ad if you scroll to the replies. you cant look at tweets without logging in anymore, theres just no option for anon scrolling. facebook ai mining on instagram, facebook ai profiles hyping up ai generated photos im fucking going insane ai temu ads and gallery app ads and printer app ads and higher subscriptions while still seeing ads and i cant fucking do this anymore!!!!! its fucking shameless and worst of all its silent and nobody talks about how half the things we see anymore are fucking ads and we dont own a single thing we pay for and companies can just randomly raise their prices through the roof and nobody says anything about it
#im going insane???#we dont own anything movies are digital every fucking app and software i subscription based AND THEN THEY HAVE THE FUCKING GALL#TO PUT ADS IN THOSE AS WELL!!!!#20 bucks a month for a software that i have to watch banner ads on! its fucking insane#the entire world is owned by four corporations and ads are fucking everywhere i feel like i see more ads than posts nowadays#and it didnt use to be like this!!!! thats the insane part to me!!!!!!#i started social media in 2014 10 years ago and there wasnt a single ad on instagram#but the worst is that nobody fucking complains about it . everybodys like oh its bad that netflix isnt allowing people-#-outside of one wifi to use one account even tho theyve paid for it for like. two weeks#and then we go back to normal. no complaining no yelling no real backlash! and everybody keeps their subscriptions#im going insane genuinely i dont know what the fuck#rant#vent#anti capitalism#ads#advertisement#advertisements#advertising#social media#instagram#tumblr#facebook#twitter#UGH
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1 for the fhr prompts? :3
prompts from here!
HI I STARTED WRITING THIS THE MINUTE I SAW THE PROMPT LIST SO. EXCELLENT TIMING HONESTLY. this was a fun little what-if scenario very much inspired by @firststrikerr nefferious incident fic, you all should go read it, it has incredibly fun argent and chen dynamics. BUT ANYWAY. herald and argent.. go!!!
(oh also, pspsps @dogueteeth-fhr since you requested it as well)
1. "Oh, the PR department isn't going to like this."
"Oh," Argent says, a slow grin creeping onto her face, teeth as sharp as her smile as she inspects the picture on the fridge. "Oh, the PR department is going to hate this."
Daniel wasn't listening to her, too busy being miserable with his face buried in his hands. He'd been stuck like this for ten minutes now, wordlessly coming to terms with the fact he was getting fired. By this point, he was beginning to make peace with the idea of retiring. He had a good career. Maybe he could come back as a vigilante some time in the future with a proper masked identity this time. It was a miracle he wasn't fired the minute he stepped foot inside Steel's office; then again, maybe it would've been a mercy. That was easily the single most awkward conversation of his life. There's not exactly a tactful way to tell your teammate to not kiss the villain that broke his leg.
"Where did he even find this? I haven't seen anything on the papers yet." Argent tugs it off the fridge, thank god, grabbing a donut before plopping herself on the table next to him.
"I don't know," he groans, the first words he's said since he found it hung up. "They were there when I got here. I haven't seen Ricardo at all today."
"I'm surprised he hasn't tore you a new one yet." She takes a bite of her snack, looking at the pictures like she was reading the morning newspaper. "Cyrus to Puppeteer is one hell of a rebound."
Daniel grimaces, which was an appropriate reaction, but not for the reasons she thinks. Right. He broke up with Cyrus. That was bad enough for Ortega, but now he's made out with Puppeteer. Who is also Cyrus. Except Ortega doesn't know that, because Daniel kept it a secret. For Cyrus. And Puppeteer.
Ricardo was going to kill him.
"How long do you think it'll take till the press gets a hold of this?"
"Maybe... maybe PR will catch it in time?" He pulls his head up, looking at her with impossible hope.
She pauses her eating, looking over the picture to him with a single raised eyebrow. He groans again, dropping his head on the table with a thunk. He can hear her resuming her chewing.
"If it makes you feel any better, I think this is the first time Puppeteer's ever run away from you."
"Please." His suffering is still audible despite his voice being muffled by the table. "Be quiet."
It wasn't fair– what was Daniel supposed to do? They were in an abandoned building, nowhere near to any place the press should've been. He drags a hand over his face. The answer was obviously fight, but Puppeteer was taunting him. Getting riled up would've played right into his hands. He had shambled towards Herald with a stutter in his step that's so easy to connect now that he knows who's behind the mask. He thought the suit was designed to move like that, to play up the inhumanity (a terrible word choice, and it makes Daniel's mouth taste bitter).
"What would it take," he'd hummed, the vocal distorters turning it into a dissonant tune, "to finally make you face the truth?" He took a step forward, and Herald had stared him down, feet steady on the ground. "It was so easy getting what I needed out of you," he whispered. "You were so willing to be fooled." They were close enough to touch, but Puppeteer still had his hands neatly behind his back, and Herald hadn't budged. He had wondered what Cyrus could see on his face, read in his mind.
"You're nothing, Herald– to me, and to the rest of the idiots calling you heroes. Do yourself a favour, and quit before you end up embarrassing yourself again."
He was provoking him. It was clear to anybody who had any idea of the way Puppeteer operates. Part of Herald was tempted to give in– to take the first punch, and finally air out the grief he's been hiding for weeks. Was that his own sense of betrayal, or mental manipulation to goad him into acting? There was no way to be sure. The rest of him had wanted to prove him wrong.
So he did.
He finally closed the gap, quickly enough that Puppeteer didn't have a chance to register what was happening, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't good, his mask isn't exactly one inviting affection, but it wasn't for long. He'd pulled away, and he could imagine the emotions going through Cyrus' face even with the mask on, hands caught halfway between any sort of movement. It was the same look he had when Daniel said he liked hanging out with him the first time they had coffee together. The same look when he admitted he was attracted to him. The same one when Daniel said he loved him.
He hadn't realized his hand had migrated from over his face to settle onto his mouth, and when he finally looks up again, Argent is staring at him, brows furrowed together. Shit.
"Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but-"
"You don't need to say it." There's a slight squeak to his voice as he cuts her off. "Please. Whatever you need to say, Steel already told me. I promise."
She smiles again, amused, finishing the last of her snack.
"Whatever you say," she shrugs, swinging her legs off the table to stand back up. "Have fun with Ortega," she sing-songs, turning around before she could see his face.
She throws the picture in the trash as she leaves, leaving Daniel to wallow in peace.
#funnily enough this did not at all happen because of the latest chapter with herald and marion#i havent read it yet but i finished writing this and got on tumblr and saw the chapter summary and i was like “oh fuck yeah”#“same brain”#i dont. actually know how to write argent Or herald. so um#if any of this is ooc you may strike me down where i stand#this isnt properly proof read but like its fineee probably#i was on my notes app and didnt have a wordcount so when i pasted it to docs and checked i was like “DAMN. WHEN HAVE I EVER BEEN ABLE TO-#-WRITE 960 WORDS IN 3 HRS. WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY FOR THE WHUMP PROMPTS“#yes im still hung up on that#ive been in such a cyrus mood lately it is Ridiculous#funky little man who solves his problems by becoming them. hes stupid your honour#herald#argent#flystep#fhr#pulp writes#ask game#edit: oh also i forgot#ship: fire on a summer's day
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@steddie-week day 1: Hunger | 1.1k words cw: light angst in that Steve is a little sad/dealing with some mental stuff but like hurt/comfort (not EDs which mental stuff combined with the prompt word might make it seem like, hunger is used as a metaphor)
Sometimes Steve doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He just shuts himself in his room and hides, barely leaves his bed. Pretends he doesn’t exist, or that time has stopped and he’s the only thing that exists.
Sometimes, he’ll go back too soon, feel bad for the ignored calls and drag himself out of bed to see the people who matter most to him. But it won’t feel warm and soft those times. He’ll be too raw and It’ll feel like they’re grabbing his insides and eating them. Pulling his heart and brain out of his body and devouring them without letting him eat theirs in return.
Usually, he’s okay with that. He knows his place, he knows that’s what he’s for. For other people to get fed. And he’s happy to feed, to do that for them.
He loves them, of course he’s gonna give himself over. It’s just that sometimes they take too much. They don’t know they do he thinks, they don’t know they’re eating him alive. That he’s presenting himself on a silver platter and letting them take take take, and that sometimes they take too much.
That’s why he disappears, so he can grow back. So he can give more. Because if he stops giving he's afraid they’ll get tired. He won’t be useful, he can’t give when he’s like that. He starts craving, he starts wanting. He feels starved and wants to take and feed too, and that’s not part of the deal. He’s not supposed to eat, he’s supposed to be eaten. So when he turns hungry and ravenous he hides, he isolates.
Robin is the only one who truly gets this about him, who doesn’t take and demand. She gently accepts the things he gives and never without giving too, forcing him to stay whole. It’s overwhelming and sometimes he has to hide from that too, he doesn’t know how to deal with the force of it. He’s so used to the constant hunger it’s a shock when it’s gone but he’s gotten better. And anyway, he and Robin are part of one whole so whatever is given or taken between them is never really gone. It stays with both of them.
Robin is the only one, or she was the only one he should say. Because now there’s Eddie. Eddie who gives and gives and gives, almost as much as he does. But who doesn’t seem to dwindle and dim like Steve does. Who doesn’t seem to starve or hunger. Eddie who notices when Steve does, when he stumbles and gets greedy. Who holds him up and makes him whole with a look, a touch, a word.
Eddie who breaks in through his window when he shuts himself in his big empty house and lays with him in his bed, softly telling Steve stories and running his fingers through his hair.
It’s wonderful.
It's the worst.
“I’m afraid you’re gonna end up as empty as me,” Steve tells him, whispers it into the dark. “That you’re here now and you’re giving and I’m taking and you’re gonna be the one left with nothing.”
Eddie doesn’t respond immediately but hums in acknowledgment, lets him know he heard and is thinking.
“This is good for me too,” he says eventually, “being with you and resting. Getting to be here for you when you never used to let anyone but Robin be. It’s good for me too.”
“It can be good and still drain you.” Says Steve, knows it to be true. He doesn’t resent giving the way he does, he loves it, it’s good. It drains him.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “this doesn’t drain me, you’re comforting me too. It’s balanced.”
Balanced. That’s what Robin tells him too. That’s what Nancy sometimes asked him for when they dated and he couldn’t let her see the cracks. That’s what he wonders about with his other friends.
He doesn’t usually know how to do that. He doesn’t know where the lines are. He doesn’t understand how Eddie knows.
“You let me give, and I let you give, so it’s balanced. We don’t take from each other, we gift and we receive. It’s balanced. You have to let other people give sometimes too, Steve.”
It hits something deep in him, the last words. He knows this, he doesn’t want to know it.
“I’m afraid they won’t. if I open myself up to it. If I ask, I’m afraid they won’t.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible but Eddie hears.
His hands still in Steve’s hair for a moment before moving again, gently scratching his scalp.
“I know baby. But that’s not fair, they want to give too. If they knew how much they took without giving back they’d be heartbroken. It’s not fair to you or them.”
Steve lets Eddies words wash over him, he knows he’s right. They’d be nauseous with it. His sweet wonderful friends and family would be crushed.
“Sometimes it will happen, maybe,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t respond beyond a sharp breath in. “Sometimes people won’t know how to give after only getting but you gotta let them try. Sometimes they’ll learn and adjust, sometimes they won’t and you’ll have to deal with that. But you can’t starve yourself like this because you won’t let them try.”
"What if I take too much?"
"Then they talk to you, like you should talk to them."
“When did you get so wise,” Steve snorts, his voice is tight but he makes the effort, tries to lighten the mood. Deflects, like he always does.
Eddie lets him, a little, knows Steve has to. But he’s still serious when he answers.
“Wayne is like a never-ending well of insight and digging around in everything, never lets me get away with shit.”
The opposite of Steve’s parents who were the first to take from him and never give, never look into his eyes and tell him to eat.
“He’s a good guy,” Steve tells Eddie instead of weighing him down more than he already has. Instead of acknowledging and relieving the hunger pang that strikes him at the thought. Even now, here, he doesn’t know how.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here to relay his wisdom, like playing telephone with whatever stuff he teaches me. The things your parents took away from you.”
Eddie still knows, of course, he does. He always knows.
“And what do you get?” Steve has to ask.
“I get you. I get everything.”
Steve smiles, turns around to kiss Eddie. He doesn’t feel empty when Eddie kisses him back, hungry. When he takes and devours.
#i didn't think i was gonna be able to do steddie week becuase it crept up on me and i haven't kept up#and i wasn't gonna post this but like i wrote this in like 40 minutes in a haze and then went on tumblr and saw one of the#prompts for day 1 was hunger and i had literally just written this thing where i used hunger as a metaphor so i went back and reread it#and did some edits and now im posting it#which well i usually stick to humor in my writing so this is always scary but here we are#this is so different from what i usually post but this is also representative of like 70% of my notes app i just dont share#this kind of writing but fuck it i guess#my writing#dels steddie thoughts#steddieweek2023#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#steddie fic#steddie week
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You don't understand I'm so excited to go see wicked but I'm also DEVASTATED I'm missing 9-1-1 so if anyone wants to live blog in extremely specific details everything that happens and then tag me that'd be great and then I'll read it all while my sister drives us home.
#i cannot remeber the last time i didnt watch an episode live#like you dont understand i will be opening the tumblr app as soon as they turn the lights on in the theater#911 spoilers#911 abc#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#chimney han#bobby nash#hen wilson#maddie han#Athena grant#and oh my gosh if ravi returns (he wont) call the movie theater and thell them i have a family emergency and it interrupt the movie
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in the wake of everyone migrating social medias I'm motivated to make a similar decision- I'm gonna take a sorta semi-hiatus from tumblr! not permanently, idk for how long, but I seriously need a break from this site. idk if things have changed since I was last active here or what but for the life of me I can't avoid seeing discourse on here (yet I've got this entirely figured out on twitter, go figure lol) and it's just. making me sad lol, this site is good most of the time but it's also the only site I use these days that actively pisses me off and despite trying the usual tactics like muting words/blocking/unfollowing/etc, shit still seems to find me somehow. so I'm tapping out for a while
its a choice I'm not rly happy about making since the animatronics fandom is thriving on here, and I know a lot of you guys aren't rly active anywhere else! but if you wanna keep in touch with me you can always follow me to twitter, bluesky, or my discord server (or my other discord server)
uhhhhhh idk how to wrap this up. bye lol
#im gonna delete the app but ill probably be on every now and then on desktop#so activity isnt gonna entirely cease here but itll be Less yknow#and also like. genuinely if you have advice on how better to curate my experience lemme know bc i feel like ive tried everything#i dont get straight up arguing on my dash anymore but i get a lot of like. posts alluding to discourse or posts w certain dogwhistles in em#which i dont blame any well meaning mutuals for rbing but also Waow I Love Seeing Transphobia Every Day On Tumblr /s#ok putting a cap on it lmao sorry#juno.txt#edit: forgot to add the links rip
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Desert Gang Week 2024
Day 6 - Modern Au, Cultural Festival, Holidays, Community
Desert gang visiting "Rocket Festival (ประเพณีบุญบั้งไฟ)" 🌦️
#my art#genshin impact#desert gang week 2024#ok im gonna type some confessions#i got kinda tired updating posts in multiple sites so i mainly stick in twitter#but i’ll catch up posting until the latest art i did#also i messed up candace skin shading bc i debated with myself how the daylight tone supposed to be like#but then apparently it’s not the point anymore…#digital art#procreate#desert gang#al haitham#candace#cyno#dehya#tumblr app crashed weirdly a coupla times before that so i got frustrated#then elon stepped up his game and ruined twitter#dont laugh bc i need twitter to survive im not in the US i still need my local people there
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tumblr is actually fucking diabolical for several reasons but this one is for bothering me with notification pings and then trying to Shame me for turning them off. I'll look at my notifications when I open the app ok. you don't need to make pings at me while my phone is off to tell me someone liked my post
#other apps probably do rhis also. like discord#but something w it being tumblr its like. demanding your attention. discord is where youre friends hang out and you get to see what th#what twhyre talking about#with tumblr its all '5 people have liked your post!' im just not sure i need to know this#words from the monarch#you dont need to ALERT ME of it. yknow. its not that deep. do i make sense#i have them off for my ipad and my prev phone but they Started off i think#i just think it's 🤨 that i turn it Off and it's quietly trying to convince me to turn it back on
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