#but man would I not wanna live there

[skyrim-forever]

#the elder scrolls #tesblr #tes #skyrim #meme #markarth #house md #see everything is about skyrim #skyrim meme #I like markarth in game #but man would I not wanna live there #it's just go so much going on

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad. #oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you' #danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles. #was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

[chickenoptyrx]

....I just wanted to draw gators :T at this point these 2 are more 'a representation of my last 2 brain cells' then they are actual characters 😅

#im living vicariously through the cartoon guys #because i want to A. pick up gator (strong man style) #and B. ..pick up gator (hug) #ok but so i recently found out an area where i take stupid little walks for my stupid little mental health #has! GATORS!! (potentially. theres signs.) #and this is great cause seeing gators would def heal me as a person #but ok so when i look for hiking places i always look north cause the terrains more hilly #but now im lookin south more cause turns out i AM in fact far enough south to see gators!! #and yeah looks like theres a handful of nature reserves w hiking trails the same distance away as the little mountain trails i go to #its flatter and the trails are less extensive so ill hafta see if i think its worth it #but then too theres a really big black water swamp that.. further away then i wanna drive.. #but also i drove 5 hrs once just to go to mammoth cave as a day trip so.. we'll see.. #my friend says he wont go w me tho :T he'll just report me missing #this has been a tag ramble about my sudden outset intrest in seeing a gator #my bullshit #lol barely but still #also- i told myself not to over do it drawin the scales or coloring it #and as you can see i dont listen to myself ever #lol they look outta place but idc i got to draw 2 of my favorite characters and also ALLIGATORS :U #living the dream rn

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of Oliver Banks and Tim Stoker on a pink background. Oliver is a thin black man with dark skin, locs half pulled into a bun, and eyebrow piercing, a lip ring, stud earrings, and cartilage piercings. He is wearing oval glasses on a chain, a red t-shirt, gray boxers, and white crew socks. Tim is a mid-sized Latino trans man with light brown skin, a lilac side-shaved mullet, a small goatee, body hair, and a cut in his brow. He is wearing rectangular glasses, a purple t-shirt, aqua boxers, and dark purple socks with lighter purple toes. Tim is sitting cross-legged and is holding a game controller in one hand, and Oliver is sitting behind him, leaning into him as he hugs him from behind, squeezing his middle and reaching for his chest under his shirt with one hand. Tim holds that arm with his free hand, and smiles as Oliver kisses at his neck. "Comfy?" he asks, and Oliver replies "mhm~". end ID]

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happy tim stoker tuesday have my rarepair being cute and gay

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #tim stoker #oliver banks #timoliver #tim stoker tuesday #i just think they're neat!! #end boys in love <3 #living vicariously through oliver with this one. i too wanna Hold That Man #also i forgot oliver's tattoos but hhhh i can't be bothered to add them in rn #also also idk what. version of them this is lol. i guess it'd be pre-avatar edition?? less angst #oliver's hair isn't the right length for that but i didn't have a real idea of Which Version this would be when i was drawing it #i was just being gay

[baeshijima]

soulmate "we would find each other in every lifetime" au, but whenever you find each other there is always just a slight mistiming.

in some instances you meet mere moments before disaster strikes. in others you are forced to be enemies due to untimely misunderstandings. sometimes you only catch a glimpse of the other in passing before they disappear as though they never existed. there would be the odd occasion where only one of you recognised the other, with them not knowing who you are or of the history which haunts your conscience.

and then there would be times you find yourself desperately holding the other, the tears which burn tracks down your cheeks being the only source of warmth on their cold skin.

despite the unnerving predictability fate has in store for you, you both cannot help but to hope that maybe — just maybe — this next lifetime will be kinder to you both; kinder in a way that your souls are not torn apart before they can even meld together.

(though such sentiment never comes true, it doesn't stop the feeble hope from burning aflame when you cross paths every lifetime. repeatedly, incessantly, and without fail.)

#sophie talks : concepts <3 #smth smth desperate love and tragedy and doomed by the narrative in more ways than one #im in a funky angsty tragedy driven mood if u couldnt tell #reincarnation soulmate we would find e/o in every lifetime but its right person wrong time..... sighs...... #honestly this could work in both ways: u both remember ur past lives and share the tragedy or only one of u remembers and bears the weight #and if its both then the lifetimes where only one of u remembers follows through and they remember in the next life who u are #man i still need to finish the blade soulmate au fic i cant keep making soulmate wips...... but i wanna write this..... but no.... but yes.

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Had a weird dream about Free Willy but trying to break an Angel(?) out of a government facility and honestly now I’m attached to this big anxious bird. Learning to fly is hard when you’re a gangly preteen.

#genuinely man(?) is living in my head rent free now #I imagine if I was ever going to turn them into a novel it would be structured sort of like a child star tell all #since the human kid’s mom kinda became a stage mom #since keeping her kids in the spotlight was the only way to keep enough attention on them so the government wouldn’t try something #+ to pay for the various expenses of adopting a weird abused bird child #so the Free Willy part of the story is just kinda the opener for a lot of hurt/comfort with these two #then the actual plot would start because while writting as young adults some Abrahamic nonsense finally showed up #so unfinished child star tell all into diary/tell all about some adventure nonsense #but honeslty I just wanna figure out these goobers designs and draw them being cute #my art #my ocs #dream journal

[radsplain]

“the whole fucking off to the middle of nowhere and starting a lesbian separatist commune idea sounds cool in theory but is unrealistic in practice and could never actually work in modern da-”

#SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!! #like is it a long shot? maybe but I’m not giving up on my dream idc how long it takes #and to hear this rhetoric coming from other radfems… like pls. let me dream #i just wanna live out my days on a farm with my future wife and our animals #gardening cooking and forming relationships with other lesbians who wanna do the same #is it really too much to ask #I don’t think you understand how unbothered I would be to never have to see another man again… #female separatism #lesbian #radsplain.txt

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline

#undertale #hlvrai #hlvrai2 #benrey #tommy coolatta #papyrus #benry #hlvrai benry #sans undertale #sans #undertale sans #undertale spoilers #i loved Papyrus so much and the whole time i was playing i was like hmm he reminds me of someone...? TOMMY. HE REMINDS ME. OF TOMMY. #i played pacifist but i saw how if u kill every1 n spare Papyrus Sans tells him every1 else is on a vacation bc truth would be too hard #file under: lies Gordon would tell Tommy if anything happened to Sunkist or his dad Gman #we wanna protect Tommy but on the other hand. the horrors r everywhere & Tommy go ham with a gun (he's terrified & acting on pure instinct) #(even tho Tommy has definitely faced his share of horrors in contrast to how Papyrus's loved ones try to shelter him from bloodshed) #i wanna write a paper psychoanalyzing Sans and Benrey in comparison to each other SOOOOO badly #it's been a hot minute since i last watched hlvrai (have seen it at least 4 times but not recently. did watch bbvrai live tho!) #im so extremely tired rn so i can't form proper thoughts :( but like: #they both have unfathomable otherworldly power and knowledge of their respective universes #but u wouldn't know it bc they're presented as just some chill guy who likes to make jokes and Vibe man #sike! they're a being of elderitch levels of power #they both act in accordance to game code but Sans can control parts of it (can see the timeline) while Benrey is much more subject to it #in some ways they are the antithesis of each other's motives but also contain the same vibes (all-powerful guy laidback n funny final boss) #Sans is judgment but doesn't interfere with the timeline. Benrey takes action that's “i knew this was gonna happen” #Benrey is fought as the final villain whereas Sans is arguably the final hero fight #anyways THEIR VIBES ARE BOTH SO !!!!!!!!!!!!! #idk if they'd be besties or mortal enemies #they can bond over being “unserious” (but they both take their true jobs very seriously. security guard and judgment bringer respectively)

[synthshenanigans]

the fact there's a parallel universe out there where he actually named the channel "sneeb" instead of "chonny jash" terrifies me.

#like “man did you see sneebs upload today?” “aw yea it was good as hell i love sneebs voice” #“man sneebs song really hit me today it got me rlly emotional” #“damn sneeb rlly knows how to make a good melody” #“did you know sneebs album is a metaphor for depression?” like i do not want to live in that world that name is so unserious #like no one would EVER take you seriously #a joke name off of johnny cash is one thing but like....*sneeb* #i don't wanna be the me that talks about some guy named sneeb all day #i dont want on cover duty like your name was fuckin sneeb in my song man #i cant #also i almost typed sneeb snogs instead of sneeb songs #the evil chonny jash is sneeb #sneebs shitty sophisticated syllabus #its like 3am bro idk what im saying #chonny jash

[puppyeared]

I made a lmk oc

#they’re supposed to be some sort of experiment to see if people could recreate Sun Wukongs stone egg. the goal was to make a more controlled #and tame version using carved wood and cultivation. but eventually they got worried about it becoming too powerful and scrapped it #eventually they come to life and live in the abandoned temple they were built in #their bottom half is made of wood because when they came to life their creator/s left them unfinished when they scrapped the project #they had to carve the rest of their body out of hunger and frustration because they couldn’t eat or move much by crawling on their top half #this is also why they spite their creators and hate irresponsible creation. because of abandonment issues and feeling like they have no #purpose or direction in life #their power is also very limited to due being man made since they were originally a wood carving #meo gave me the idea but one reason would be because they’re half finished. the sculpture was still half stump so it was completely untouche #that half can channel power in its raw form but the other half cannot once it’s been carved by man #so technically they could have the same level or potential for power as the stone but that was dampened #the other thing is how they were created to be a duplicate or recreation of a stone monkey and a celestial looked at that and was like #‘we’re not doing that again’ LMAO #i think the case of them carving their own legs doesn’t take away their power though. that balance was made #before they came to life so carving the legs or not can’t affect it anymore. like making a cake and slicing it #their energy levels are also naturally low because of that so their movements are sluggish and they aren’t very active overall #constantly lying in the sun to charge their batteries and get some stuff done. just like me fr #I actually don’t know what I’m gonna do with this character besides Put Them In Situations with other ppls ocs.. so if you have #a lmk oc you have been warned /lh /j #I wanna make some backstory art for them though.. maybe even the animatic treatment if I can get through dear wormwood which is 25 #SECONDS OUT OF 3 MIN BTW #doodles #Lego Monkie kid #lmk #Monkie kid #lmk oc #monkie kid oc #myart #my art #xin ya

[beyondthislifetime]

People who truly dislike Edwina Sharma are wild. Heaven forbid an 18 year old be charmed after being almost relentlessly pursued by an older man. Three married women, including her mother, are for the match. THE QUEEN is for the match. The only person saying he isn't right for her is her sister and like I'm sorry but my sister could swear that a man wasn't that into me and I would not listen if he BOUGHT ME A HORSE!???!!?!!

#having a s2 rewatch and truly. that is a teenager who has never been courted before. that's a girl with no experience with this at all. #she's being pursued by a nearly 30 year old man who we know will chase off a young lady's suitors (see The Daphne Debacle) #also we have no clue what kates love life was like or what she may have revealed to edwina so does eddy think #“my sister who has never entertained men or had a serious relationship is giving me courting advice” #and is that supposed to mean more than their mother's blessing and support? #fair enough mary is supposed to be complacent to an unbelievable level in this show but had kate said “mama he truly isnt right for eddy” #would mary just have handwaved it off? is that the deal the show was going for? #people online loooove to talk about how much you wanna hit your sibling for no reason but an acerbic “half-sister” is too far? #if my maid of honour wanted to fuck my future husband i'd hand the priest my earrings tell him to meet me in the confessional and go to tow #i think edwinas explanation of this anger was not well thought out but she was entirely right to be angry. #anyways. eddy darling i will live you until my dying days. #edwina sharma #bridgerton

[needylittlegirl]

theres a new trend (?) where you ask a woman if she’d rather be alone in the woods with a man shes never met before OR a bear. so many girls are saying bear, i’m sayin bear and if i think about our reasoning for too long i’ll cry

#top 10 worst trending things ever #even like wives asking their husbands if theyd want their daughter in the woods with a man or a bear #theyre hesitating #like you’d think a guy would go oh a man is fine #but theyre hesitating . and we all know why!! #mytxt #also i saw someone say something like #a bear wouldnt care what your answer is . the man you wouldnt wanna be in the woods with would be offended if you said bear #and so many guys are arguing like #‘oh you walk past men every day you’re just being dramatic’ #baby i promise you walking past men everyday is terrifying!!!!! #pepper spray and self defense things wouldnt exist if walking past men didnt go wrong sometimes!! #it just messes me up so bad that ive seen so many husbands/fathers saying bear for the women in their lives #a bears either gonna walk away or its going to attack you because its a fucking bear #think of all the things a man could do #yeah top 10 worst trends ever #tbd #i asked my pharmacist and she said Do i have a gun with me because then neither would be an issue!! #i had to tell her no she doesnt have a gun with her in this scenario #and then she said bear #which is crazy #oh i also say someone say there wouldnt be legal debates or disbelief that a bear attacked them but there would be if it was a man! fun

[wis-art]

If you're a trans guy and you feel like you're not manly enough and are ashamed of the what is considered "girly" traits, toxic masculinity isn't exclusive to cis guys, and it can and will have devastating effects on your mental health, you're perfect the way you are and you don't need to prove your masculinity to anyone, and that includes yourself, because you're not just a floating consciousness in the earthly soup you're also someone and anyone.

#trans #trans masc #mostly speaking from my experience of trying to live as a manly man #i used to compensate and try to show how manly i am #and i grew a big beard #and pretended to be a tough guy #and that went on for a year or two #and it was the most miserable time of all time #i realized that i am no man #i am a trans woman and i am more than happy to be that when i realized how stupid and contrived it is to be proving im a guy #in my opinion a guy does whatever they want without caring what others think #you wanna be a quirky silly guy with weird interests #i promise you its okay #to be into flowers #or makeup #or dresses and sewing and other typically feminine things to do #i picked up knitting back when i still was a guy #and i felt at peace #my dad would scoff at me over it #but i just felt like i was such a cool guy back then #like he cant tell me anything because i am the guy i wanna be and i dont have to make excuses #well later it turned out i was a transgirl but dont think trans girls dont struggle with leftover toxic masculinity in them #its ok #love yourself #youre a perfectly normal guy and you do your thing you really dont need to worry about it

[mettywiththenotes]

I know this is like a distant detail in the wake of everything going on, but I hope we get Gran Torino admitting he was wrong. About telling All Might to leave the Shimura thing be, about not investigating it himself when AFO revealed it, about telling Izuku that killing Tomura was also an option

Because imagine Gran Torino seeing Tomura after he's been saved. Imagine him seeing Tomura get the help he needs. Imagine him watching and realizing that in a world where Izuku had listened and killed him instead, it can't be compared to the sight before him - of Nana's only surviving family having a chance to finally be happy and have people show him the worth in his life, just as she would have wanted

Gran Torino watching a child hero determined to save a too-far-gone villain, only to realize afterwards that maybe he was never that far gone at all. It just took hope and effort and an understanding that doing wrong doesn't make you a villain for the rest of your life, that there's the slightest chance things could change if you just reach out. And maybe being "too far gone" isn't an absolute, an excuse to take the easy route and go home, but a challenge instead

#i'm not gonna pretend i wasn't the same person who wished death on this guy back in war arc #and when he told izuku that killing is an option too #but #i think now i just wanna see him admit he was wrong #or at least show some regret for thinking tomura should be allowed to die #or. idk. just some further expanded thoughts from him about it #idk. he can live. as a treat #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #gran torino #mettys posts #metty posts #he'd probably do it in his own old man way #but still #just something would be good #*bonks torino on the head* your friends grandson deserves to live. go give him some taiyaki #make him some ohagi. it's his favourite

[yabakuboi]

rating: G tags: established relationship, fluff, smooching prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time. @steddielovemonth

Eddie wakes up to a heavy weight flopping gently down on top of him. He comes to with a hum and a stretch that pops down his spine even as Steve wraps himself around Eddie, his face pressed into Eddie's neck.

Steve is already dressed for the day, green vest and jeans, his hair a little crunchy with spray, his deodorant fresh and bright compared to the warm smell of sleep. Eddie has to wiggle a bit to get his arms from under the blanket to wrap around Steve's shoulders in return.

"Mmm, you're a jerk, waking me up so early," he whispers, even as he shifts them until he can hook a leg around Steve's hip, blanket and all.

"It's eleven, lazy bones," Steve whispers back. He lets Eddie move them more, until they're all tangled up again. Steve will have to fix his hair, but Eddie doesn't care. He should have thought of that before waking Eddie up.

Not that Eddie minds—would probably call Family Video as soon as the door closed behind Steve to make sure he wasn't mad at Eddie.

Eddie starts kissing a path from the top of Steve's forehead down to his lips, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash, and wondering if Steve's ever grossed out by Eddie's morning breath.

He must not be, because he returns Eddie's lazy kisses with a happy sigh, holding Eddie a little tighter. It drags on like that, and to Eddie it's timeless, too short and an eternity, bliss in just being able to kiss Steve like this, the smell of Steve in his sheets and his toothbrush in the bathroom, and his millions of hair supplies in a basket under the sink. Wayne's no doubt asleep in the front of the trailer, and Steve would have been as quiet as a mouse getting ready before he snuck back into Eddie's arms to say bye before leaving for work.

Eddie loves this. Says as much into Steve's mouth, swallowing it up when Steve says it back, whispers lost between them and the morning sun.

"Gonna be late for work," Eddie sighs, even though he doesn't move except to run a hand down Steve's back.

"Robin shift," Steve murmurs, moving in to kiss Eddie again, like he can't get enough of him, the same way Eddie can't get enough of Steve.

Laughing, Eddie kisses him more, addicted to the warmth, the wet slide of their lips, the heat of Steve's breath. "Gonna get fired one of these days," he says when Steve has to come up for air. Laughs again, when Steve just dips back in to start it all up again. "Steeeve."

"Don't wanna go," he whines.

"I know," Eddie says. This time, he shoves Steve onto his back to he can press him into the mattress, peppering his cheeks and nose with kisses. It's gotta be going on 11:30 by now, and Steve will be a whole hour late at this rate. "Just for now, baby, and I'll come visit you later."

"Promise?" Steve does this thing that he must have picked up from a girlfriend, where he looks up at Eddie with big eyes and pouts his lips and bats his lashes at him, and it shouldn't work. But it does. Every time.

"Promise," Eddie breathes, smiling, and leans down for another kiss. And another. And another, another. And Steve doesn't get to work until well past noon. When Eddie comes to visit around five, Robin chews him out too.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddielovemonth #this prompt made me weep #fun fact this lil drabble lives in my lil day dream where steve and eddie are waiting for the rest of corroded coffin to graduate HS #and they start driving city to city making it big and steve's like their lil roadie/group/merch stand man #and they're all besties but they're SICK of how in love E&S are but also would kill and hide the bodies of anyone that threatened them #and then one day they almost make it big but the producer takes one look at steve and tells them to lose the clinger and theyre like #actually fuck you steve's a part of the band #and the producer is like ?? how??? he doesn't play #and they gotta be like 'dude eddie couldn't write a song for the rest of his life unless it's somehow about steve #literally a vital member' #if i ever wrote this fic it would be slice of life fluff happiness sweaty boys sleeping in the back of vans and not showering for 2 weeks #damn now i kinda wanna write it #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble #my steddies

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thinking about freehoun so bad tonight oughhhhhhhhhhhh

#i wanna draw it so bad but i need to eat and then go to bed #like- just the idea of the rescas. barney sees gordon being dragged away and is forced to leave him #and even though he knows gordon lived- he defeated the nihlanth after all- he's still never going to see him again #the vorts say he's alive- they INSIST he's alive- but he'd still be on xen with no way to get back #and then barney just exists selflessly trying to help the resistance for 20 years #every so often he hears about gordon coming back one day and fuck he wants to believe that but he just *cant* #until he sees him at the train station #holy shit. it's him. and he hasn't aged a damn day. #barney can't even properly reunite because they would get caught and killed #so he calls issac and sends gordon on his way trying so so so hard to pokerface for the rest of his shift #when he gets back he only finds out gordon is on the run and in danger #and he cant do shit to help him #and when gordon gets to black mesa east barney isn't even there #all that- all of half life 2- and they can't properly reunite #and then the citadel explodes #man. he would ABSOLUTELY think gordon was just fucking killed then. #and when he STILL survives... just. imagine this with me. #im ill. i am so very very ill #freehoun #half life #dimond speaks