Eddie doesn’t even know how the fight started. Well, that’s a lie. He knows Steve got on him for not folding the laundry, but Eddie isn’t going to admit that he did not, in fact, fold the laundry. That would be treason to himself and to his pride.
So, he told Steve that he “needs to wash the goddamn dishes every once in a while,” and things kind of spiraled from there.
It’s stupid. It’s all so stupid.
Everyone says “it’s never about the dishes,” but in this case, it is. It’s about the dishes, and the laundry, and the shower, and the groceries, and everything else that makes up this little domestic thing they’ve got going on.
It’s all about the little domestic thing they’ve got going on. Eddie never dreamed he’d ever say that sentence and be happy about it, but here he is, fighting with his long-term boyfriend about whatever the two of them decided to complain about next. There’s nothing bigger than this at stake, just the pains of two people trying to live together.
It’s all so stupid. It does, however, make Eddie realize he has very strong opinions on what they tape on the VCR.
“You taped over the latest episode of Star Trek!”
“What am I supposed to do? It’s on at the same time as my show!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, and then, because he’s feeling petty, because this entire thing has been nothing but petty this entire goddamn time, he adds, “And you refuse to sleep on your side, so your snoring keeps waking me up!”
Steve grits his teeth, and Eddie is just waiting for him to come back with something bitchy.
Instead, Steve reaches behind his ears.
“Steve?”
He looks like he’s about to laugh.
No way.
“Steve?” Eddie tries again, and yeah, Steve is rapidly losing a battle against his own face in an effort to try not to smile.
No goddamn way.
“Did you just turn off your hearing aids?” Eddie asks, incredulous.
Finally, Steve does laugh, hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“You sound,” he gasps between laughter, “like the parents in the Peanuts specials.”
Eddie tries not to laugh.
“You know,” Steve says, still laughing. “Like the Charlie Brown cartoons?”
Then, he makes a noise like a toddler trying to play the trumpet, and Eddie just loses it.
He laughs so hard he doubles over, which makes Steve laugh harder, until the two of them are struggling to breathe and wiping tears away from their faces.
When Eddie stands back up, Steve is just a step in front of him, attempting to compose himself.
“Did you turn them back on?” Eddie asks.
“No,” Steve says with a smile.
Eddie rolls his eyes and kisses him because when Steve’s being a jerk on purpose, he’s also at his sweetest.
“Sorry about the dishes,” Steve says against his lips.
“Sorry about the laundry,” Eddie says when he pulls back.
Steve looks confused.
“Turn them back on!” Eddie teases, motioning to his ears, and before they dissolve into laughter again, Steve does.
Just in time for Eddie to say, “New deal: I’ll do dishes and you do laundry.”
“Deal,” Steve says immediately.
As Eddie makes his way to the kitchen, he laughs to himself. Everyone who made this domestic shit seem difficult and boring is a goddamn liar.
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Now that the "Crocodile is Luffy's parent" theory has officially consumed me, I've been thinking over some headcanons for which traits Luffy might have gotten from Croc. One being that Luffy's difficulty with names came from him.
The real reason the Baroque Works agents had codenames based on numbers/holidays/etc? Crocodile can't remember them to save his Iife.
Outside of Robin, who he worked closely with, I don't recall him referring to the other agents by their actual names. No "Galdino". No "Bentham". Just their codenames.
Of course, I could be forgetting something
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So uh. My freelance work here is kind of dying.
I thought i'd keep my long-term followers on the know-how, so i might as well write about my current circumstances here, give y'all an update, so to speak.
So, for several reasons, most of them not even my fault, i've been getting less and less commissions, almost none, actually, and the ones i get are usualy on the cheaper side, which is bad concidering that this is my livelihood, commission money pays my bills, my groceries, and my taxes, and now i sure as hell am strugling to imagine this will sustain me for long.
Twitter is a sinking ship ever since elon went over, Specificaly for people like me. I had just broken into 12k followers there, a huge milestone for me, and then i got shadowbanned, and for the last few months i've gotten *nothing*. It's completely dead, i'm stagnated there, all my arts are censored, and there's no way for me to undo it or fix it, and so i've gotten less and less comms out there, which sucks because its the only reason i was even on that stupid site.
Here on tumblr, meanwhile, the CEO went on a massive transphobic streak, and a lot of lgbt folk (which composed a lot of my following,) decided to jump ship, and i sure as hell dont blame them, but sadly that's more potential costumers that bailed, and there's no proper website to go to.
Anywhere i'd go, i'd be starting from scratch again, which would be utterly disheartening and frustrating, and there no website that is kind to artists, with no algorythim, that also have a messaging system (the latter being ESSENTIAL to the way i do comms) So i'm kind of stuck. I just. have nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
And last but not least, my own fault, I've just been drawing and creating what *I* specificaly want, on an hedonistic streak this year. That's why theres so much pony bs on this blog now, and why i was straight up posting poetry a while back, and have written hundreds upon hundreds of fanfiction pages in the last few months; Which, unfortunately, is a terrible business decision if your intent is making money. Which I surely should have prioritized, but in the end, its not up to me, its up to the costumers...
So now i'm a bit stuck. I've enjoyed the things ive drawn and written more than anything i've ever done, and yet, i've never been less successful on the actual business side.
I'm still considering my venues, my possibilities, but there's not many. Trying to get a job would certainly pull me away from creation, and i'd hate it regardless of what it was, and on another venue, theres no guarantee that going back to furry titties would bring me money.
and that's whats heartbreaking about it too. no matter how much effort i put on my work, theres no guarantee of sucess, so why even spend time trying to craft a masterpiece?
why not just follow trends and make a tiktok account or whatever the fuck makes money these days. I'd rather not, frankly. And i wont.
Well, that's about it. Thanks for reading this update, that's how my life is goin atm. i'm going to continue doing as i am right now, but yknow...
I'm not sure what i should do, if you want to give me suggestions, feel free.
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