#wanna throw up to tbh

[minsvnshine]

i looked to the sky and said please

[flowercrowngods]

It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

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[carriaqes]

found out about @quezify’s eggtober so here’s an egg that is meant to embody how I feel. vomit colors, undercooked, bleeding out against a wall

[halojalex]

it’s their world and we’re just living in it

[vounoura]

↳ ꜱ ɪ ɴ ꜱ ᴏ ꜰ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ꜰ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ — ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ'ꜱ.

[intriga-hounds]

god it was so peaceful for 3 weeks while baz slept in the pen. now he’s back to trying to crush me every night.

[pineconnie]

i really hope wifies shows up in more scripted mc content so he can steal MORE light-based symbolism… we got “no stars that touch in the sky” and “keep lighting the beacons” he’s slowly taking every form of light as he should

[mrmeepsmadmind]

human(?)formers wavewave teehee. um don't hit readmore if u don't like some RLLY scribbled gorish (‼️) anatomy. nothing rlly detailed, tumblr takes my quality of already low quality art & gargles it with pebbles & rocks so it's not like. terrible but. ( the gore, not my art LOL) but still! hiding it under here just incase! take a peek if u like

tortured genius, literally, LOL -- read in soundwave's monotone

[invasivebeetle]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I know that someone said this before, but if you DID make an X-Men au comic run which eras of the series would inspire these comics, how would you write them, and would you have Magneto or some other major villain as the main antagonist?

maaaan i dont know... i can barely decide what i wanna have for lunch most days i just make silly one-off comics i dont got the brain capacity for all that....

[cursedzucchini]

Well fuck me, i just spend an hour looking through my liked posts, to find that one angst Damian and Danny twins. Still didn't find it. Imma describe it lil more bellow, but if anyone knows what prompt I'm talking Abt pls tell me, imma tag it in the morning.

Prompt: Danny and Damian twins, but they hate each other. I think in the og post there were two versions, like Danny hoping Damian likes him now, but Damian tries to stab him, or both of them hating each other. I didn't take any route, i just wrote this prologue thingie. I think i might continue this, but if anyone gets inspired, feel free to add anything?

Something Abt Danny and Damian hating each other (or Damian hates Danny, Danny... Tried to survive, and later Damian regrets everything and Danny is bitter/scared of Damian) just scratches this part of my brain. Anyway yee that's all

Danyal al Ghul was gone.

His body was left to rot in some abandoded bunker. His grave empty, because Damian never bothered to bring his body back. His name deleted from every record, no failure has place between the best.

Damian didn't remember much about him. He knew his brother looked similar to him, they were twins after all. He was also pretty sure the younger one was shorter than him, though that couldn't be correct. There weren't any memories of Danyal being sick, so how could he be shorter than Damian? There was also the distinct impression of an awkward smile, but he might've mixed the memories up. Why would his twin wear such an unsure (pathetic) expression (grimace)? He was also the son of the demon, even if he was a failure. There is no such a place for weakness.

No, it must have been someone else. Damian had another clearer memory where his face was perfectly neutral. There is no reason to make such a face, if you are able to hide it.

Though that... Wasnt correct either?

Richard had recently taken to try and explain more about how their family functions. He reasoned that surely the League and Batman work diffefently, giving Damian many sound arguments. Yet he was sure the real reason for these... Lessons, was to explain more about the mundane side of things.

In one of the evenings spend arguing with the older man over the most idiotic things (if Drake was acting stupid, obviously he deserved a knife thrown at him), Damian somehow found himself talking about his annoyance, with his family uselessly emoting. How is Damian supposed to know, when they are truly proud of him, when they are truly disappointed, when they always show all of their emotions? How is he supposed to see which one is just them being weak, and which one is true?

His brother looked at him. There was pity in his eyes. And guilt. And pain. Damian wished Richard wasn't his brother.

Richard explained it. He spoke of emotions, and how they are natural, and none of them are false.

Damian didn't understand. He's not sure if understabds them now. But. If no emotions are false. And none of them make him weak. [Than why did mother taught them]

He doesn't like thinking about it.

But he hates thinking about Danyal more.

All his supposedly true emotions don't make sense. He... He feels his chest fill up with warmth when he thinks of him. He feels similar pain as when he is hungry in his chest. A strange mist falls and chokes his mind, whenever he is even reminded of his younger twin.

And there is bead of pure hatred inside his lungs, hating his crooked smile, detesting his small hands and despising his bright eyes.

[Wishing death on himself for not remembering their color. How could he forget his own twins eye color? Why does he only remembers the disgusting lightness making his stomach churn, their ugly staring at all his faults, wishing him fail]

Damian is quite sure Richard lied. There is no way all these foolish emotions are true. They don't make sense by themselves, how can they make sense mixed together? And after all they aren't strong enough to overcome hus brilliant self control, so they cannot be that true.

Or they weren't, until he caught the eye of a stranger.

A stranger with bright eyes.

With an awkward crooked smile, but other wise empty face.

A stranger with their hands playing with their shirt in obvious show of nerves

A little shorted than himself and...

A face almost the same as Damian's.

[robinsnest2111]

I shouldn't still be so shaken by my emotional support coworker calling me by my deadname (which I have to put on official paperwork sadly) as a joke, days after the fact. but here I am, still shaken.

idk. I guess I shouldn't have gotten so extremely attached. he's just a coworker after all. just a guy I work with on occasion. we're not best buddies, we don't know everything about each other, we're just coworkers. I shouldn't have put so much trust in him and shouldn't have hinged my entire emotional well being on him being nice to me.

like. idk. idk idk idk. idk. he tried. in the beginning. with the whole name and pronouns thing. we bonded over 80s hard rock and glam metal. always bantering and laughing whenever we share work shifts. but idk. lately he's been slipping up more often with the pronouns. he still corrects himself but idk.

idk man. just. this has shifted my whole view of him. makes me feel sick and unwell. like something's shattered. idk. my first instinct is to stop talking to him entirely outside of the most basic/necessary work convos. but that'd be mean.... and probably not the healthiest way to react. idk.......... I just don't know what to do tbh.

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

I half expected the episode to be lore filled with things we've already know about Rick + fun facts but also a whole reveal about Jerry's past all while they're getting repaired and shit.

Like Jerry probably learning about Rick prime through ricks memories and also picking up a little fighting skill and some up to date references would've been cool

And meanwhile Rick sees Jerry's own backstory for the first time and probably understands why Jerry acts the way he does.

And in the end they make up and go and get Morty, who probably ended up taking a nap while waiting for Rick.

On a side note, Jerry with that head scar looks incredible.

anon are you memory Rick because you READ MY MIND oh my god??? I'm agreeing with you all of this 🤝🤝🤝

After seeing the end credit & memory Rick. I thought about how parts of their minds could explore each other brains and maybe Rick and Jerry could see the parts they had never seen of each other before and finally understand each other more deeply. (also I thought Morty and the Mafias was gonna be a B plot thing. hope he gets a spotlight soon)

AND YES THE LORE STUFF. Besides Rick Seeing Jerry's past. Jerry would see a bunch of Rick's past too and we might get to see what actually happened between Rick and Prime through Jerry. (also imagine, memory prime) but then again, knowing RnM. I see now why the team would not touch that. And Rick's mind being filled with pop culture/references would be funny

And, gahhh!! I'd LOVE to see that! but the tone of the episode would be more serious? I think. and we have to sacrifice burgers and fries (and jerricky) for that.... :'')

while I feel like burger and fries feel like 'what could have happened' to Rick and Jerry's relationship. (and I believe they both will try to bury that memory in their skulls and not talk about it) more than their relationship growing(?) I really like those guys. and the episode concept was a cool take on Freaky Friday. oh well, You win some, you lose some. I guess

my only complaint about them is that -

also, yes. that head scar looks so good on him. :'))))))))))

[twistedappletree]

i actually don’t know how i’m gonna go anywhere tomorrow even with my client’s car, there’s gotta be at least 6-7 inches of snow IN the city, which means it’s probably close to 12 where she lives

[landofgay]

I hope today was the worst day of my year. because today sucked. but I think it's gonna get better now

[tiffysdeath]

just finished episode 5 of mare of easttown :(