#keith wears eyeliner

[waugh-bao]

Keith and Ronnie getting ready backstage (1982)

#like a very coked up flamingo wearing a lot of eyeliner #the rolling stones #keith richards #ronnie wood #middle aged married band

[anonymouszephyrus]

Voltron Characters Headcanons, go!

FINALLY! I HAVE.. too many..

Let's start with the original Red & Blue duo:

KEITH (Aka. He isn't emo, just unique)

- Demisexual Homoromantic (Yes.) - He/Him Pronouns - Full Name Headcanon: Keith's full name is “Keith Akira Kogane” and other languages. However, I like to think that Keith's father (whom I've named: Hyeong-Min, Hyeon by itself means “Virtuous or Worthy” and Min means “Sharp-minded” which I think fits someone who is Keith's dad.) His surname in Japan is Kogane, yes. But in Korea, it would be Kim. As both Kim and Kogane mean “Gold” in Korean and Japanese. This does mean that Keith has a Korean name along with his usual one. I'm choosing to go along with the idea that when Hyeong-min's parents left Korea and moved to Texas, they gave him a Korean name but when Hyeong-min and Krolia had Keith, they chose to gave him multiple names depending where he was. TLDR; (Japanese - Akira Kogane; Korean - Ki-Joo or Ki-Joon Kim/Kogane; Common - Keith Akira Kogane.) - Absolute Literature nerd (He spent a shit long time in that cabin. There's no way Adam or Shiro hadn't found him before and given him books or something to occupy himself.) - I love having him as Japanese-Korean + Half-Galra but he was raised in Texas so he's forgotten a lot of his Korean since no one was there to continuously talk to him in the language like his dad did. Shiro talks Japanese with him so that one is still fine. Keith's been trying to relearn Korean but it's hard since he gets sad (and mad) when thinking about his dad. - He wears eyeliner. Shiro taught him to. - He wears too many rings. And whenever he has to wash his hands, he takes them off, and Lance practically faints every time Keith flexes his hands to ensure his rings are in place. - Despite being touch-repulsed, Keith is so fucking touch-starved it's unreal. - Keith only calls Shiro “Takashi” when he's mad or sad. No in-between. One time he did it was when he was younger, Shiro beat him in Mario Kart and he got so mad, he screamed: "I'm disowning myself from you, Takashi!" and Shiro almost cried. - Keith's Galra side only comes out when he's focused, mad, or extremely flustered about something. Lance teased him to no end one time and his skin started turning purple. - After Allura and Keith had their talk, Allura's been trying to make his little Galra situation better. If she sees him slowly turning purple and becoming anxious about it, she'll turn purple too for the remainder of his ordeal. (And then it becomes a “who wears purple the best”) - Keith loves music, he likes to play the keyboard or piano at times, only problem is that he's a bit tone-deaf (which is surprising considering he actually is pretty good at playing those instruments.) - He is lactose-intolerant, only that he doesn't give a shit and does continuously eat or drink dairy products, it doesn't make him sick though because of his Galra genes... but he does, quite literally, destroy the bathroom.

LANCE (Aka. Too many sad shit)

- Bisexual Disaster (with a hint of internalized homophobia) - He/Him Pronouns - Full Name Headcanon: His real name is Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-McClain, shortened to Lance McClain. Just like @autisticlancemcclain's headcanon, I love it a lot. (Sorry for the ping, if it did) - All his siblings have acronym names along with their mother. Mervin, headcanon McClain papa's name, is the only one without one. - Lance has central heterochromia, meaning the inner ring of his eyes are brown whilst the rest is blue. Kinda like this:

(This is a picture I got off Google, please don't sue me. And yes, I know it's more orange than brown but I couldn't find a good enough reference to show you all, basically it's just like that except the middle is much darker) - He's constantly terrified he'll forget things from Earth. Like his sense of time, the way colors are, the way the light moves, the moon changing every night, everything. Not just because of you know, Voltron and stuff, but because he has memory issues too. - He accidentally forgot the name of his niece and nephew one time and panicked afterward as he scrambled to think of what they were. Now, he has little notes in his pocket that holds all his family members' names. - Lance is a prodigy at playing music, specifically guitars but he doesn't think he's good after the last time he played in a competition, he got absolutely destroyed and insulted by one of the other sour competitors that he never tried to play a guitar again because everytime he tries to, that memory keeps coming back and it's one of the many reasons he has such low self-esteem. - He thought he was sick the first time he had a crush on a guy from the first week of being in the Garrison (it was Keith) and rang up his mother only to be politely told that he wasn't sick. - Lance often tries to write little poems for Keith because he knows how much he likes literature only to throw it allow or out the airlock when he thinks it isn't good enough. It leads to the first poem Keith received from him being the most romantic and elegantly made poem he's ever read... (and he only got it because Lance forgot where he left it when he was planning on throwing it away again) - Despite being a flirt, Lance cannot handle being flirted with. Keith is surprisingly smooth with his comebacks (it's only when he doesn't try). - Keith sometimes accidentally (or purposefully, depending on the situation) initiates physical affection and it flusters Lance to no end. - He prefers wearing gold because Keith told him one time that it suited him. Aka: Keith's opinion of anything Lance wears is what he sticks to as a fashion choice.

I've got more for the other characters! Stay tune for those. Next up: Pidge & Hunk, the lil' nerd duo!

PART: 2 & 3

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld keith #vld lance #voltron headcanons #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #keith x lance #AnonZeph Asks! #AnonZeph HCs!

[vldsideblog]

Shiro and Keith both wear eyeliner the difference is Shiro can do perfect wings in one swipe, and Keith has given up on any illusions of matching his older brothers talent and uses a shitty pencil from the dollar store to line his under eyes.

#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #keith voltron #keith headcanon #character headcanons #hcs #broganes #shirogane takashi #eyeliner #shiro has talent #Keith…. does not

[awhoreintheory]

Keith, wearing a hot topic shirt and heavy eyeliner: I survived because the fire within burned far brighter than the fire around me

Shiro, snorting, eating cheetos: ok Mr. Edgelord

Keith, whipping around, his bangs covering one eye: do not disrespect me mortal, I'll piss on your grave and laugh

#it just be like that sometimes #keith voltron #keith kogane #shiro voltron #takashi shirogane #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld fandom #vld #vld shitpost #vld meme #broganes

[voltrons-legendary-defender]

The main characters, I kinda hate this but whatever. My drawing hand is injured so I have an excuse.

Keith, I just made him more emo, I hate his 'mullet' so I gave him an iconic emo cut. (Yes he's wearing eyeliner)

Shiro, I think his design was inspired by snake eyes, because they lowkey look similar. So I just decided to give him proper military SAS GI JOE attire, it might be too much but whatever. Oh, and his hair cut is like...Not jacked up.

Allura, she really took me the longest, like I desperately wanted to give her a giant afro (and flair pants) but I never seen Allura wear pants, and this isn't the 70's. I don't quite understand Altean fashion yet....However, I'm not upset about it. She has other outfits.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron keith #voltron shiro #voltron allura #voltron redesign

[sistervirtue]

the characters culture is also important im so sick of people calling marik ishtar gnc for wearing kohl or earrings. the earrings his very cisgender father wore and the eyeliner that denotes his place as the firstborn son of the tombkeeper clan. and also for wearing lavender and having vaguely long-ish hair, which is actually just the dumbest shit ive ever heard

conversely if you want to talk about gnc characters in yugioh i think theres an interesting comparison to be drawn between bakura, whose long hair is explicitly pointed out as feminine by a gym teacher who demands he cut it but plays into the bishonen role he takes to girls in his class who fawn over him, compared to pegasus, whose long hair and flamboyant mannerisms are used to help paint the picture of an eccentric deviant and is used to degrade him by characters like bandit keith. the allowance of mild deviance for the younger, more waifish "pretty boy" is something that he will be expected to grow out of, because the adult man who performs this nonconformity is sinister, childish, and strange.

[theshippirate22]

All Too Well (Steddie Version)

part 4! part 1 part 2 part 3

or read it on ao3!

“Hi!” Robin shrieked, throwing her arms around him and yanking him into her. “Happy birthday!”

“Hey, Robs. Thanks.” Steve murmured, smirking fondly. “Don’t raise your voice too much, I don’t want Keith to hear.”

She laughed, glancing around the empty video store to ensure she hadn’t betrayed him- she hadn’t; Keith was in the back room- and then climbed up on the counter to sort a stack of tapes whoever had closed the night before had left. “Sooooo.... 21, huh? Big year, exciting times. You can drink now!” She lowered her voice to a comical stage whisper. “Because the Steve Harrington I know would never drink underage!”

He chuckled, sitting on the floor under the counter to rewind the tapes left there. “Yeah, I think it’ll be good. I don’t know, I mean it can’t be any worse than being fifteen, right? Nothing’s worse than being fifteen.”

“Yeah, have you talked to Dustin lately? He’ll tell you the same thing.” She kicked her legs impatiently, grinning and quickly switching subjects. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but I’m really excited. We bought you a cake. We’re gonna go over to Eddie’s tonight to eat it and throw you a little party. Don’t tell Nancy I told you, though, or she won’t let me help with anything ever again.”

He laughed. “I won’t. Thanks for the heads up.”

The shift was slow, even with Robin telling everyone who came through the doors, “This is Steve, it’s his birthday,” and the massive shipment of new arrivals that came in a few hours later and ate up a lot of time. 

Eventually, Keith got sick of them, mostly Robin, whose excitement was not easily contained, and kicked them out a couple hours early. That only made Robin absolutely ecstatic. 

“This is perfect! We’ve got to get you an outfit and make a mixtape and I’ve gotta do my makeup.”

“What do I need an outfit for? We’re just going to Eddie’s trailer. Who’s... who’s going to be there?”

“Exactly!” Robin raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Eddie’s gonna be there.”

“Yeah, it’s his house, Rob.” He could feel his face getting hot. Had she figured them out? Did she know? They’d been so careful...

“Oh, come on. I’m not stupid. We’ve had to sit there for months while you made eyes at each other and it’s time for you to make a move before I lose my mind. But you can’t do it wearing that.”

Steve let out a breath, realizing she didn’t know, she just thought they liked each other. Which they did, but... she didn’t need to know that when he’d gotten up for work, Eddie had been in his bed, wearing his clothes and kissing his hands, half-asleep, as Steve tried to free himself from the sheets. 

He got washed over with a sudden wave of guilt, that he was keeping this from her, his very best friend, especially when he knew it was safe with her, because even if she couldn’t keep her mouth shut about anything, she had kept herself a secret from everyone, and this was the exact same thing. Eddie had been so adamant about it though. 

“We can’t tell anyone.”

He glanced over at her in the passenger seat, almost trembling with delight, and said, “Well, if tonight’s the night, you better make me look real good.”

Robin was already fishing her eyeliner out of her bag, and just the thought of what Eddie would do seeing him in it was sending heat up to Steve’s ears.

About six and a half outfits, a quarter tube of eyeliner, and at least four Madonna tapes later, Robin was squeezing his arms delightedly from where she peered over his shoulder to look at him in the mirror. “Christ, dingus.”

Steve grinned, laughing at his own reflection. She’d managed to scrounge up the least Him outfit she could find in his closet, digging out the leather pants he’d tried to hide at least two summers ago. She fussed with the hem of his white button-down, trying to decide if it looked better tucked in or not, decided that it did, but only if his sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. 

The eyeliner was his favorite though, because it changed the whole look of his eyes and damn, he looked pretty. Hopefully they could get the girls out of there fast, because Eddie would have a hard time keeping his hands off him.

Nancy was already at the trailer, her car pulled off into the dirt, but Eddie’s van wasn’t there. Abnormal, but Steve didn’t draw any attention to it. Maybe he’d just pulled off to the back because he was expecting people. 

Steve, however, did not expect his kids all to be crowded within the trailer as well. There was a general scream from all of them as Robin pulled him in and they all had a hug and a “happy birthday!” to offer him. 

He glanced around for Eddie, wanting to find him, to see his reaction to his outfit, but he didn’t find him. Instead, he got Nancy’s startled laugh. “Steve, what are you wearing?”

He chuckled, waving vaguely in Robin’s direction, and Nancy laughed again when she understood. 

“Happy birthday. You look good.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t want to ask. He was glad they were all here for him, and it had been such a long time since he’d felt so loved, but... where the hell was Eddie?

“Oh!” Nancy frowned. “Max wanted to be here, but she got sick this morning and had to go home from school and everything, so we thought it was better she stayed in bed.”

“Oh, damn. That sucks. I hope she’s okay.” Now he felt like shit because he hadn’t even realized she was missing. “I’ll go check on her tomorrow.”

“Hey!” Robin called, pushing past them into the kitchen. “Oh hi, Nance! I wanna look at the cake.” She slid open the big white box on the counter, and grinned.

Steve followed after her, looking over her shoulder at the thick chocolate cake with red icing spelling out his name. “Oh God, Nance, you outdid yourself.”

 “Joyce and Hopper paid for it. Said you deserved it for driving their kids everywhere.” Nancy waved it off. “Should we cut it?”

“Yes!” Robin went around the counter, opening drawers and cabinets to find a knife and coming up empty every time. “God, where is anything in this house? Hey, shitheads! Come in here, we’re gonna sing! Eddie, where do you keep the-”

Steve handed her a knife- they were in the drawer by the oven; she didn’t seem to notice that he had known.

“Oh! Thanks. Where’s Eddie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead turning back to Nancy. “Where’s Eddie? Don’t tell me I wasted my expensive eyeliner!”

“He called a little while ago. There was an emergency at work and he had to stay late, but everything was fine and he said to start without him.”

“What?...” Steve mumbled, even though it was lost to the noise of the kids. Disappointment clung heavily to the inside of his stomach. He was so excited... 

Maybe it was really an emergency, like a desperate thing, and he just had to wrap some things up and then he would be right over and everything could be exactly like Steve was planning just delayed a little. He didn’t need to worry. 

Eddie would be right over.

“Wait!” Dustin yelled. “We have to have candles! Come on, guys. You never planned a birthday party before?”

“Oh, shut up, Henderson. Or we’re not inviting you next year.” Nancy pulled the package of red and blue striped candles from her coat pocket, folding the cardboard to break it up and spill the contents out on the counter. 

The girls, starting on opposite ends of the cake, started to stick in twenty one candles. Nancy’s were in two nice rows of five, Robin’s were not, but somehow it ended up with ten on both sides and one smack dab in the center. 

Steve fished his cigarette lighter from his pocket and Robin plucked it from his hands and started to light them all. Eventually, the whole cake looked like it was on fire and the whole kitchen was glowing. Someone, probably Mike, reached over and smacked off the light. 

“Alright, ready, on three,” Robin promted. “One... two... three...”

All of them burst into song, mostly out of tune and at wildly different volumes and Steve laughed and laughed. Robin leaned against his shoulder as everyone clapped and he quickly tried to blow out all the candles. It took a couple of breaths to get them all and everybody clapped and cheered again.

Robin roped her arms around his waist and Nancy around his stomach a little higher up and he kissed the top of both their heads. 

Cake was doled out on paper plates and for a second all of the kids, even Dustin, were quiet as they downed it. 

Wayne got home after about an hour, silently acknowledging the kids as he made his way into the kitchen to wash the dirt from his hands. 

Steve looked up eagerly from where he sat on the counter, but his shoulders slumped when he saw it wasn’t Eddie. 

“Happy birthday, kid.”

“Thanks.” Steve tugged on his neck uncomfortably. “Sorry, I thought Eddie would be home by now or else I would’ve taken the kids to my place. I can-”

“Eddie isn’t home?” He shut off the tap quickly and turned around to look at him. 

“No, he, uh, had to stay late at work.”

Wayne shot him a puzzled, skeptical look and Steve sighed in agreement. “Yeah. Yeah, I don’t know.” Steve shrugged to convince himself he didn’t care. “Let me have the kids clean up and we can get out of here. Sorry.”

“No, you’re good, kid. You know you’re welcome. Doesn’t bother me any.”

“Really? Thanks, Wayne. Want some cake?”

“Hell yeah.” 

Steve laughed, swinging his legs around the edge of the peninsula to reach the box. He cut a decent sized piece and slid it across the counter. 

Wayne took it, waving vaguely at him and disappeared in the direction of his room. 

Robin, coming back for another slice, lowered her voice. “You’re on a first-name basis with Eddie’s uncle?”

I’m sleeping with his nephew, Steve thought, but all that came out was, “It’s a long story.”

Time just kept creeping on and on and on. Eventually, Karen Wheeler came and got all the kids and they took the noise with them, even though that was 90% of what was helping Steve keep his sanity.

Now, he sat anxiously at the kitchen table, trying so hard to listen to the girls’ conversation about... actually, he didn’t even know what they were talking about anymore. He tried not to watch the door, but he did, staring at it, looking away, just for his eyes to dart back. He couldn’t stop, because he felt like if he looked hard enough, he could will Eddie to show up and take him back to his house and everything would be fine. 

But eventually even the girls were done, Robin pulling out her updo and letting the creased hair fall back down around her face. 

She stood up, hugging him from behind around the neck. “Happy birthday, dingus.”

He leaned his head back to look at her. “Thanks for this. All of this. Both of you.” He looked back at Nancy. “Best birthday in a long time.”

It wasn’t a lie, but he still felt slightly miserable. Would’ve been better with Eddie. 

“See you later.” They called, laughing and disappearing out the door, taking the last of the noise.

Steve sat in silence for a long time. He got up, pulled the rest of the cake over to the table and ate it straight from the box with a plastic fork. 

Eddie had to be close. It had been hours. 

He leaned against the arm of the couch, tentatively taking the phone from where it rested against the wall and slowly dialed the garage’s number. 

“Hawkins Auto Repair. This is Sam.”

“Hi, uh...” Steve hated himself. He felt clingy and awkward. “Is Eddie there? I just wanted to see when he was planning on coming home...”

“Oh... uh... just sec.” Sam moved the phone from his mouth and yelled, “Hey! Is Eddie still here? I thought he left.”

Somebody yelled back something incoherent to Steve and Sam relayed, “He ain’t here. Left when he usually does, little after four.”

“Oh.” Everything in Steve came crashing down. He wasn’t there. He’d lied to them. To Steve. And where was he now, what was he doing...?

“Hey, you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Steve fumbled to get the phone in the base. He was shaking. Eddie had lied. People only lied when they were doing something they weren’t supposed to, so where the hell was he? 

There was a very obvious answer, and as much as Steve didn’t want to think about it, it was all he could seem to make coherent. Surely Eddie wasn’t... with someone. Not on his birthday. That... that didn’t make sense. He wouldn’t. 

Steve collapsed back into his chair. Had Eddie hurt himself? Did Steve need to go find him? Had he forgotten about the party? Or was he somewhere, with someone...

No. 

Eddie wouldn’t. 

He was projecting because of what had happened with Nancy. This wasn’t the same thing; Eddie wasn’t the same person. 

“You alright, kid?” Wayne had been in and out all night, and of course had to find Steve having a freak out.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. I’m gonna go, I gotta get home. Thanks for everything. I really appreciate it.” He folded up the cake box and picked it up. “Sorry to stay so late.”

“Aren’t you gonna wait for Eddie?”

“I... I-I, uh, no. I just gotta go. He can call me tomorrow.”

“Look, I don’t know what the hell he’s doing, but I’m sorry.” Wayne crossed his arms. 

Steve knew that was supposed to make him feel better, but if anything, it just promoted his worst-case scenario and he felt absolutely sick. “Uh, thanks, I guess...”

“It’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one.”

Steve should’ve said something more, should’ve thanked him again or maybe apologized some more, but instead he just... walked out. Threw the cake on the passenger seat of his car and reached into the glove compartment for the pack of cigarettes he kept there for emergencies. It had been a long time since he’d needed one and they were cold from the air trapped in the car.

He sat in the driver’s seat with the door open and smoked, trying not to think at all. 

He didn’t even hear the van, but maybe if he had, he would’ve had more time to prepare. Could’ve come up with something to say, could’ve built up the nerve to confront him. 

“Hey!” Eddie leaned against the open door, grinning down at him. “You look hot.”

Steve took a long drag and let out a smokey breath. 

“Did everybody leave already?”

He still didn’t answer. He felt like if he talked, he would just start to cry, and he didn’t want to do that. 

“Hey, I’m... I’m sorry.” Eddie dropped all the mirth from his voice and his countenance. “I wanted to be here, I just... there was an emergency-”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” He knew it was a stupid idea, but maybe if they didn’t talk about it, Eddie wouldn’t have to lie to him anymore and they could just pretend it didn’t happen at all. 

“Oh.” Eddie looked at him worriedly, and Steve didn’t do anything. “Okay... well... do you wanna come inside and we can...?”

“No, I’m pretty tired. I’m just gonna go home.”

“You could sleep here, though, so I can see you...”

“I just wanna go home.”

“Oh.” His voice did something unnatural, like it was trying to stop itself from sounding disappointed while simultaneously not trying at all. “Are you sure?”

Steve dropped the end of the cigarette into the gravel and stomped it out with his shoe. He pulled his feet inside the car and squinted up in the dark at Eddie. “Don’t...”

Eddie raised his eyebrows hopefully, like Steve’s next words were going to be “Don’t let me go,” or something. 

“Don’t follow me. Please.” Steve muttered, reaching for the door. 

“Wait. Hey, wait, let’s talk about this. Let me explain.” His voice went muffled through the sound of the door slamming. “Steve, stop it. Let’s talk. Come inside, let me hold you. Let me make it up to you. Steve! Come on, talk to me! STEVE!”

Steve couldn’t even hear it. He just started the car and backed out and drove home.

Half a pack before 9 a.m. That had to be some kind of record. 

He felt sick. A million things could’ve changed that night. Anything could’ve been different and the whole thing might have been changed. 

Maybe he should’ve listened to him. Let him take him inside and love him, make him feel better, stop the doubt before it took over him. But he didn’t, he just... left. Ran away.

Eddie even tried to bring it up a couple times later, but Steve always shut down whenever he brought it up. A couple times he even just got up and left. 

Everything had gone down from there until it had just... fallen apart entirely. And maybe, if Steve hadn’t been so childish, or stupid, or clingy... it wouldn’t have.

He hated that. He hated himself. 

“Come on, aren’t you any fun?” 

Steve hadn’t even realized someone was sitting in his lap, and he blinked deliberately a few times to clear away the haze. “Eds?”

A giggle, too high and shrill. Eddie didn’t giggle. 

Steve grimaced. 

Fingers traced up his throat, long manicured nails dragging along his skin. One hand grabbed his thigh. He cried out, inciting another giggle, and removed the hand from his leg. Where the hell was he again?

Music was pounding through the floor and up into his head, and his whole body felt weird, aching, like when you stub your toe and you’re waiting for it to start hurting but it isn’t quite yet. He rubbed uncomfortably at his forehead to try and make the throbbing go away. 

“Drink’s right here, baby.” The cold glass bottle was forced back into his hands, and he took it without knowing why. 

God, please let it be water. He swallowed the rest of the bottle. Definitely not water. Was he drunk? No, he hadn’t been drunk for a long time. Eddie always took such good care of him.

Where’s Eddie?

“I gotta... I... gotta find... gotta... Eddie...” Why weren’t his words working? Why did his head feel so weird?

Hands on his neck. Pulling him forward, closer to the girl in his lap. Had to be a girl; too small to be Eddie. Not Nancy either though... did he even know any other girls?...

“Aren’t you pretty?” growled in his ear, hot breath covering the side of his face. He felt sick and dirty and awful. Where the hell was Eddie?

Fast, thoughtless, messy kisses against his face, trying to reach his lips but not quite making it. She didn’t love him, she didn’t care. She just thought he was hot, wanted him to take her home. She didn’t love him. 

Where was Eddie? Was he across the room letting some girl do the same thing to him? She didn’t love him either, not like Steve did... Did it even matter? 

Steve felt like crying. Maybe he was. He couldn’t seem to control anything. Eddie was here, with him, at this stupid party and he wasn’t even by him. He was probably upstairs pressed against the wall or with some chick pulling at his belt. Maybe it was the girl he’d been with on his birthday. God, Steve wanted to die. 

He leaned into the kisses, forcing her to make it to his mouth. God, love me, he begged, Tell me I’m pretty, tell me you love me.

“Hey! Hey, alright, get off of him.” The weight pulled off his lap and rough hands on his shoulders yanked him to his feet. “Come on.”

“Eddie...” He mumbled, tripping after him. The grip on his wrist was so tight and uncomfortable, it didn’t even feel like Eddie’s hand. 

Eddie let go of him and shoved him into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them and muffling the noise so they could actually hear each other. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“It’s fine...” Steve muttered, words slurring and tripping over each other. “She was fine... I was fine.”

“I wasn’t! I’m not out making out with whoever I can find, because we’re... we’re...”

“What?” Steve rolled his eyes. “It's not like we’re ‘n love or something. It doesn’t even matter.”

“We’re... we’re not?” Eddie stared at him, color draining from his face. “We’re not in love?”

“No!” He scoffed, throwing his hands incredulously. “You’ve never said it.”

“Neither have you! I... I just thought we didn’t need to... I... Steve...” He reached for him almost, to pull him into him or something but decided against it and just pushed Steve’s sweaty hair from his face. “You don’t love me?”

“Don’t touch me.” Steve swatted him away, finishing the job of getting his hair out of his face. 

“You don’t love me?” Eddie asked again, almost desperate for an answer, and the déjà vu of it hit Steve so hard he got dizzy. 

“It’s bullshit.”

Eddie looked like he was going to pass out. He let out a hard breath, dragging his hands down his face and muttering again and again, “What?... You’re drunk, Steve. You’re drunk...”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Steve spat, feeling the tears press on his eyes again. He refused to cry; he wasn't going to be a little bitch this time. “I’m so fucking sick of being another one of your hook-ups. I hate you. I fucking hate me.”

“Another hook-up? What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been exclusive for months!”

“Oh!” Steve laughed without humor. “Oh, have we? I guess you didn’t get the memo.”

“What the HELL are you talking about? Are you... Do you think I’ve been cheating on you? Is that what this is?”

“I don’t thin-I know you are! Where were you on my birthday?” The words were spilling out of him, and he couldn’t stop them even if he wanted to.

“Oh, we’re allowed to talk about this now?” Eddie threw his hands up exasperatedly. “You’re going to storm out the second I bring it up like you did the last six times?”

“Where were you on my birthday?” Steve demanded again, growing impatient. His fists were getting tight; the adrenaline was getting him ready for a real fight, like had happened every time before.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I was at work-”

“Don’t you dare lie to me again! I called the garage; I know you weren’t there!”

“You called the garage?!” His hands were shaking, and his jaw was set tight to keep himself contained. “Steve, what the actual hell is wrong with you? You checked up on me? You didn’t trust me?”

“I just called to see when you’d be home and they told me you weren’t there. Don’t yell at me because now everyone knows you’re a liar. Where were you?! Were you with someone?!”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s eyes got wide, and he clapped his hands over his mouth, staring at him. 

Steve felt like he was going to throw up. Everything inside of him was hot and heavy. So the truth was out. The flood gate had broken. The tears forced harder at his eyes; he didn’t think he could stop them now. 

“A girl?” He whimpered, hating himself, hating Eddie, hating her.

“Yes.” 

Steve broke down sobbing, falling onto the ledge of the bathtub with his head in his hands. Everything was wet, his voice, his face, his vision, but he couldn’t stop talking, he couldn’t stop sobbing. “Does she love you? Actually, I don’t even want to know. Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me who she is, don’t tell me anything. I don’t want to know. God, I fucking hate myself. I knew it, I knew it!”

“Steve, that’s not what I-”

“I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me!”

“Steve, you’re drunk. We’ll talk about this later when you aren’t so emotional.”

“I’m emotional?!” He leapt back up to his feet. He was feeling too much too strong, and he couldn’t contain all of it. “Yeah, I fucking am! I tried so hard not to fuck this whole thing up, I gave you everything, so you would never find a reason to leave me like everyone else, and it still wasn’t good enough? I wasn’t fucking good enough? Who do you think I am? I tried so hard not to be clingy and... and never-needy, always perfect and pretty, just like I thought you wanted. So my shine could reflect on you. And it wasn’t fucking good enough!”

“Stop screaming.” Eddie groaned, rubbing at the bridge of his noise and the spot where his eyebrows were knit together.

“Oh, am I being too loud? Someone might find us out? God forbid someone finds out another one of your secrets. Is that all I am to you, another stupid fucking secret? I couldn’t tell anyone because you didn’t want anyone to know you would lower your standards for me?”

“I was trying to protect you!” 

“I don’t need you to protect me! I’ve been fending for myself my whole life. Let’s not forget, I risked my life to save your ass.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that! You didn’t have to!”

“I wish I didn’t! I should’ve let the bats eat you!”

That was the final blow. Steve was surprised he’d even said it, even let the words come out, because they weren’t true, not even a little, but now he had won, he had taken the fatal shot and it was over. 

Eddie stared at him, trying not to cry, trying not to think about it at all, but it was too much, too raw to ignore. 

“What the hell, Steve?” He whispered. 

The door shoved open, and Nancy stepped in, glancing between them. “What’s going on?”

Neither man looked at her, refusing to look away from the other. 

“It’s bullshit.” Steve muttered. “You’re bullshit.”

Eddie lost it, lunging forward to punch him, and Steve, already tipsy and unsteady, tumbled backward over the edge of the tub to avoid it, cracking his head back against the tile. 

“HEY!” Nancy screamed, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders to yank him back. “ROBIN! JONATHAN! SOMEBODY! HEY!”

Steve’s head pounded, and there was definitely blood running down his neck, but the first thing his father had hit him over was not getting up during a fight. He always had to get back up. He scrambled to his feet, even dizzier and shaky than before, socking him hard in the side. 

Nancy yelled for Robin again and again, trying to get herself between them. Steve wouldn’t hit her; Steve would never hit her. 

“Steve! Stop it! Steve! I swear to God! Both of you! What the hell happened?”

“You.” Eddie pointed at Steve, refusing still to look away. “You’re an asshole. That’s what happened. You.”

Steve’s sight was so blurry he could barely see anything at all, but his head hurt, and his body ached, and he really wished he hadn’t just punched Eddie because he desperately wanted someone to hold him right now. 

“I’m going home.” Eddie finally tore his eyes away to address Nancy. “Don’t let him follow me.”

“You shouldn’t drive, Eddie.”

“I don’t even fucking care.” He rolled his eyes and stormed out.

Nancy sighed exhaustedly, taking hold of Steve’s arm. “Alright, come on, I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.” He pulled out of her grasp. “Now I can finally have some fucking fun. I just need a beer and I’ll be fine.”

“You’re wasted, you’re bleeding all over the place, and you’ve probably got another concussion. You’re going home. Don’t fight me or I’ll make Jonathan put you in my trunk.”

Steve scoffed weakly, in a pathetic attempt to hide the fact that he actually was scared of her threat.

She dragged him back through the party, grabbing a roll of paper towels from the table of snacks and pushing him out into the cold air.

He moaned when the quiet and the cold hit him, stumbling even more to keep up with her. His feet were everywhere, and he couldn’t seem to get them to go where he wanted. 

Nancy just kept dragging, a tight grip on his sleeve until eventually she pushed him into the passenger seat of her car and unwound a thick stack of paper towels. “Hold this to your head.”

He did as she said, because he didn’t know what else to do and it was second nature to do whatever Nancy told him to. 

“Don’t move. Stay right here until I come back. I’ve got to go tell Robin I’m leaving and make sure she has a ride.” 

“Ugh, we shouldn’t ruin her night.” Steve whined, laying back against his own hand pressed to the back of his head. “Let’s just go back in and forget about it. I’m fine. You’re fine. Rob’ll be psyched... I’m haven’t even had any weed.”

“God, that’s the last thing you need.” She sighed again. “Stay. Do not move. Understand me?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there. Could’ve been a few minutes, could’ve been days. The longer he was alone, the longer he could start to think, and suddenly everything he’d said, screamed really, was replaying through his head like a bad record. 

God, he’d screwed up.

When Nancy came back- without Robin; apparently some of the other band kids were there and she could get a ride with them- she took the wad of bloody paper towels and forced his head forward so she could look at the damage. Wasn’t too bad; he didn’t need stitches or staples or anything, but he probably had a concussion. 

“I’m gonna take you to the ER.”

“Don’t bother. If we’re lucky, I’ll just die.”

“What?”

He lolled his head to the side exhaustedly. “I just punched my boyfriend and told him I wished he had been eaten alive. There is literally no point to not die.”

Nancy stared at him for a moment, absorbing everything he’d just said. She didn’t say anything; the words were trapped inside her and wouldn’t seem to form anything coherent. 

“Oh.” She said finally. 

She nodded curtly, crossing around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. Steve was glad she didn’t talk anymore because his head was absolutely throbbing. 

She still drove him to the ER, but he was too tired to protest, and he hoped they would give him something that could knock him out for a couple days.

“Try not to go to sleep. It’s not good for a concussion.” She said finally.

He groaned, but he did try.

She relapsed back into silence but kept glancing over at him every now and then, more often than not, watching him.

“What?”

She stared straight ahead. “How... How long have you been...”

“Like six months or something. Ask me in the morning.”

“Am I the last to know?”

“No, nobody knew. Not even Robin.”

She nodded slowly. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes! God, stop with the interrogation! My head hurts!”

“Are you gay, Steve?”

“I don’t know!” He threw his head down on the dashboard, which didn’t help the headache and made him moan again. “I don’t know, I just need to talk to Eddie! I looked like an idiot... God, I was such a dick.”

He started to cry again, pulling his sleeves up over his hands and sobbing into them. 

Nancy awkwardly reached over to touch him, comfort him somehow, but it only made him cry harder. 

“Why am I crying?! Why do I feel bad?! He cheated on me, Nance! This is on him!”

“Steve...”

“What the hell is wrong with me? You cheated on me; you tell me. What's wrong with me? Why can’t anybody love me?”

“Steve, just... just calm down, okay?” She could feel her voice getting thick, and now was certainly not the time to empathy-cry. “Just... just stop.”

“What’s wrong with me?” He wailed. “What the hell’s wrong with me? I fucking hate myself...”

Steve groaned, fumbling for the remote because the tv was so loud he couldn’t even think straight. It wasn’t very loud at all, even as he muted it, and if it had been under any normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have even been able to hear what was going on. It was so loud though; everything was so loud. 

“Aghhhh!” He clawed at his head, pulling at his hair until he was in pain. He could think if there was pain, because then he could shut out everything else and focus. 

His nails dug into his temples, dragging down the side of his face. Maybe he was bleeding; he couldn’t be sure. Everything felt hot and wet, maybe it was blood, probably it was sweat. 

He couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was suffocating, like everything was closing in on him and he was going to die right then, right there.

That was such a shitty night. They’d stitched up his head in the ER and gave him something to stop the pain and he’d laid there in the stupid white hospital bed with blood on his shirt and a broken heart and the worst hangover of his life and Nancy had held him for hours and he’d cried and cried. 

He didn’t talk to Eddie.

Steve forced himself to his feet. He had to go outside. He had to get out of this room, get out of this place. He was feeling too much, and everything hurt. 

He grabbed the cigarettes and tripped outside, collapsing onto the grass, skin crawling with overstimulation. The rain had lightened up some, but not a lot, and it came tumbling down onto him. He was drowning, being sucked under the waves again and again until his lungs exploded. 

God, he wished he could die.

@maya-custodios-dionach and @steve-the-hairrington

*if you wanna be added to the tag list message me! the whole thing is written and i’ll add a chapter every day*

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #all too well (10 minute version) #all too well taylor's version #steddie fic #steddie angst #steddie au #steddie fanfic #steddie fluff #angst with a happy ending

[nikatyler]

Many Men Dump #02

A while back I did @/mogsimmer’s (twitter) Many Men CAS challenge and promised to put them up for download, and well, here they are!

TOU and notes:

You can play out the storylines I gave them, or you can ignore it and use them any way you like. I’d be happy to see it anyway!

They only have one outfit set. I would suggest changing their other outfits, otherwise you’ll probably see them around town wearing nothing but a towel 😅 Still better than the randomized madness I had to see them in though.

Please, don’t change their pronouns, gender and sexual orientation.

Don’t change their genetics. Feel free to give them a makeover - new hair, new clothes, makeup etc. Don’t claim as your own, don’t reupload or use as a base for your own sims.

Download links, used CC and individual posts linked under the cut.

Oscar Hayden, the Soft Boy

Eyelashes

Top Surgery scars | Eyeshape overlay | Skin overlay

Belly slider | Eyelids slider

Sneakers | Shirt | Jeans

DL

💙

Harry Valdez, the Hippie

Eyelashes | Body Hair

Skinblend | Freckles

Belly slider | Eyelids slider

Top

DL

💙

Angelo Caballes, the Influencer

Eyelashes | Hair

Eyebags | Skinblend

Eyelids slider

Eyeshadow | Eyeliner (tsr) | Lipstick (tsr) | Blush

Earrings | Nails

DL

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Chester Wyatt, the Academic

Eyelashes | Beard

Eyebags | Skinblend | Freckles

Belly slider | Jaw slider

Watch? (Adrienpastel Babylon but with all due respect it’s hell to search through his cc when you’re looking for one specific piece, I’m sorry, I gave up 💀) | Pants | Jumper

DL

💙

Michael Mills, the Athlete

Eyelashes | Body Hair | Hair

Eyebags | Skinblend

Blush

Belly slider | Eyelids slider

DL

💙

Ronald Keith, the Detective

Eyelashes | Beard

Skinblend | Freckles

Belly slider

Coat

DL

💙

Damon Clarke, the Party Boy

Eyelashes | Hair | Beard | Body Hair

Skinblend | Skinblend | Freckles

Eyeliner (tsr) | Blush

Trousers | Earrings

DL

#s4cc #ts4cc #sim download #sims download #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sim dump #manymen #my cc

[red-black-aesthetic-bout]

Shadow the Hedgehog: character info post

- Shadow the hedgehog. - I mean look at him - Hell yeah - he’s cool - this dude is the OG black and red edgelord cmon man - It's shadow the freakin hedgehog. ❤️🖤 - He keeps getting mischaracterized as a asshole who thinks friends are stupid but he’s not he’s just traumatized and autistic. And he has a gun and a motorcycle that he almost can’t reach the pedals on. He even has two dads - He's an alien hedgehog what's not to love - Everybody's favorite edgy antihero hedgehog with the cool powers. - I think it would be really funny to pair him against Ruby or Keith - The Ultimate Lifeform, half alien hybrid, artificially created in a lab. Immune to most if not all known diseases, so powerful he has to wear inhibitors around his wrists and ankles just to not destroy everything around him. As he himself says in Sonic Adventure 2, he's the coolest! - look i dont even play sonic games but he deserves to be here. im sure other people have submitted him but i Do Not Care - listen i know youre gonna get millions of submissions for him but i simply could not resist. i am so sorry and hope you are having a good day - he was robbed of his victory in the babygirl tournament and deserves a win. he’s got gay highlights and an edgy demeanor so devoid of irony that i had to adopt him on the spot. he’s got cool shoes. he did his eyeliner for this.

mod notes: damn - autistic, traumatized, immune to all known diseases, short, AND he has two dads? count me in

vote HERE for sonic the hedgehog characters in preliminaries

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #character info post

[pastel--pasta]

ik this is a lot but here:

STEDDIE HEADCANNONS<33

steve loves to wear eddies jacket cus it makes him feel safe

robin and eddie paint steves nails. he pretends to hate it but its one of his favorite things to do

eddie is very artistic. he paints patches for all of his friends (him and steve have a few matching ones) and he loves to draw people for them. if you are his friend he will give you: a portrait of yourself, a mixtape with music you like or that he recommends, and some patches to put on your things (all for birthdays and holidays.) he feels bad that he can't afford anything else but nobody else cares about that

eddie is constantly at family video to hang out with robin and steve. keith either doesn't notice or doesn't care so he just stays there all day.

steve buys jewelry for eddie and doesn't know why eddie cries when he gets it. 

eddie cherishes everything people give him. he has a box in his room full of little things people have given him, lots of which are rocks from dustin. he has a separate box for steves gifts which consist of letters, necklaces, flowers, stolen movies, pictures, and some eyeliner steve took from his mom

steve is a very sappy individual. he writes love letters and poems for eddie and picks him flowers. he keeps flirting with him as if hes trying to "get-the-girl" even though thats his boyfriend 

kisses. so many kisses. sweet, short ones. hot, heavy, long ones. goodbye and hello kisses. make-outs and stolen pecks. 

they have to be touching each other in some way at all times. they are constantly holding hands, touching shoulders, hooking their legs together, arms slung along the others back, playing with hair, ect. 

steve initiated the first kiss but eddie made most of the flirty moves. eddie fell first but steve fell harder (not to say he loves eddie more than eddie loves him, he just is so down bad its unhealthy)

eddie, will, and robin are all super close. they gush obout their crushes and joke with each other. its kinda also a support group for being "visibly queer" in a small conservative Indiana town in the 80s 

dustin can tell that somethings up but hes too scared to say anything. he has to walk into one of their makeout sessions in the family video break room to fully comprehend it. he loves having two dads.

HELP ALL OF THESE ARE SO ADORABLE AND ABSOLUTELY CANON NOW DJSKDKKEKD 😭😭😭😭

#steddie

[marcywu29]

voltron heacanons!!!

keith

- black lipstick avid wearer

- ofc he has jewelry. look at him

- him and lance have matching necklaces

- his hair is more spiky

- his eyes have a slight yellow tint to them and his pupils are spiked

- he has fangs just not noticeable fangs

- a lil scar over his eye

- his middle name is prob texas or anthony

shiro

- he wears plaid underneath his suit always

- and his lil cardigans too

- he needs reading glasses but pretends he doesn’t. surprisingly a lot of people think he’s illiterate because of this

- his hair is wavy and never stays down

- peak dad energy

- his eyeliner is not here to play. it’s here to serve looks as always

pidge

- her hair is a bit more flat than pushed up

- a cute lil necklace because she deserves it

- she’s wearing a white shirt and a stained turtleneck underneath

- her eyes bags are because she never sleeps

-she always experiments in her suit so it’s stained

- her suit is fighting for it’s life everyday. poor thing

- darker eyes because she steals souls

allura

- she needed more princess vibes so now her crown extends into her hair too

- more curls!!!! curly haired queen!!!!

- her altean marks are longer and brighter to show her royal status

- her outfit was an array of diff purples, pinks and blues and teals so i redid it to make it more cohesive

- she was too perfect so not much changed except the outfit

- her favorite color is pink and everything she owns is pink or teal

- cats >>> dogs

coran

- only thing that changed is his hair. he needed a lil pony

hunk

- hunk my beloved

- avid snake lover. defends them with his life

- he needed more warmth

- he’s wearing a lil yellow shirt underneath. it probably has little bees on it too

- freckles hunk canon to me

- he’s just a baby

lance

- brown eyed lance truther

- curls!!! for the boy!!!!

- his lil matching necklace with keith

- he buys keith jewelry constantly

- he’s obsessed with gift giving and likes handmaking things

- a painter in my mind

- every holiday he shows up with an array of canvases and hand wrapped gifts like a blue santa claus ready to bless everybody

- he has freckles i know he does

#voltron #voltron in 2023?! #screenshot edits #allura #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe #shiro voltron #keith x lance #keith goth confirmed in my mind #pidge gunderson #matt voltron #katie voltron

[austerulous]

CHARACTER  AESTHETICS  .        bold  what  applies  ! — ANNIE LEONHARDT

I.    THE  FAIRY.    chipped  nail  polish  .    glitter  highlight  .    tall  trees with  smooth  bark  .    tangled hair  .    the taste of cinnamon sugar  .    talking  too  loud  and  too  fast  .    overgrown  flowers  in  your  hair  .    crumbling  buildings  reclaimed  by  nature  .    flirting  .    walking  home  at  3am  with  no  coat  .    platonic  hand - holding  .    blowing  smoke  out  of  your  nose  .    dragonfly  wings  .    chaotic  good  .    freckles  .    fairy  rings  .    secret  meetings  .    gender  nonconformity  .    leather  .    smudged  eyeliner  .    forbidden  fruit  .

II.    THE  REAPER.    computer  errors  .    a  shiver  down  your  spine  .    haunting  beauty  .    hard  liquor  .    crowns  of  thorns  .    shadowed  alleyways  .    decaying  plant  matter  .    shattered  mirrors  and  broken  glass  .    corrupted  memories  .    stopped  clocks  .    the  scent  of  stale  cigarettes  .    tattered  black  hoodies  .    walking  your  friends  home  .    the  crescent  moon  .    the  sea  .    a  graveyard  on  a  foggy  day  .    cold  rings  on  cold  fingers  .    absolution  .    looking  out  the  window  of  an  airplane  .    soft  kisses  .

III.    THE  WITCH.    graffiti  .    pretending  to  know  what  you ’ re  doing  .    worn  paperback  books  .    growing  up  too  fast  .    parsley  ,    sage  ,    rosemary  ,    and  thyme  .    lace  and  combat  boots  .    moth  wings  .    candles  on  every  surface  .    a  weathered  deck  of  cards  .    turning  the  music  up  .    fireflies  in  jars  .    calloused  fingers  .    drawing  on  your  skin  .    sunlight  filtering  through  clouds  .    petrichor  .    a  dying  rose  in  a  jar  .    wearing  a  crystal  pendant  .    illusions  and  spells  .    black  cats  .    mint  gum  .    chapped  lips  .    dirt  under  your  fingernails  .    the  cycle  of  life  and  death  .

IV.    THE  WOLF.    murders  of  crows  .    frost-bitten  leaves  .    wolves  howling  at  midnight  .    knocking  on  your  door  .    leaving  food  out  for  stray  animals  .    the  twang  of  an  acoustic  guitar  .    honey  .    tiny  red  buds  on  trees  .    claw  marks  on  the  walls  .    golden  eyes  .    slightly  too  long  stubble  .    sharp  canines  .    soft  ,     thick  fur  .    hunger  .    a  small  cottage  in  the  middle  of  the  woods  .    knitted  fingerless  gloves  .    sleeping  on  the  forest  floor  .    always  finding  your  way  back  home  .

tagged by:  @arrowablaze – pretty aesthetics, thank you! ♡ tagging:  @agglomerate​, @blxiddiau, @burdensofblood, @paddyfuck​, @atkwar​, @keith-shadis​, @hawksblooded​, @terrorpriest​.

#i think our girl has a slight wolf lean #it's all about the cold and isolation and the monster inside #◈ — ooc; dash game

[minty-playhouse]

Alright, allow me to explain one of my favorite moontwistle headcanons (I'm sorry if this is cringe to anybody else): In a modern AU, Keith would do John's emo eyeliner (Bonus if he's sitting on his lap)

Oh my gosh, it's either emo or goth, but yes, John would wear heavy eyeliner in a modern AU and Keith would super excitedly do it for him, leaning a little too close to John's face.

Keith knows a lot about make up because he 100% wears it all the time, but John can't seem to get his eyeliner straight no matter how hard he tries so Keith offers to help. John won't stay still so Keith sits on his lap to keep him down and is leaning so very close, John is actually holding his breath, heart thumping juuuust a bit. All the while Keith is explaining the proper technique to applying eyeliner but it's not like John can concentrate 😳

That's not cringe at all, that's cute and the type of domestic stuff I always crave!

#ask minty stuff #citywaavee #moontwistle

[waugh-bao]

The thing I love about the pic of himself, Charlie, and Shirley that Keith put up (aside from the Charlie and two of his wives aspect) is Charlie’s face. It’s that expression he gets when he is smiling, but for some reason not wanting to do an actual full smile. The tight lipped smile I guess it would be. But you can still see the smile in his eyes.

It’s such a funny (and sweet) expression that he makes, and I think it shows up most often when one of the others is being very affectionate but he doesn’t quite want to admit, for example, that he really does love being cuddled by Keith. The smile in his eyes absolutely gives him away though.

And as to the two wives aspect, yes! There’s Charlie, and then there’s the two wearing black shirts, necklaces, plenty of eyeshadow and eyeliner, and curls. Could they be better coordinated?

#the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #shirley watts #ask response #anonymous

[mooseyspooky]

I'm in the process of making original characters for a future novel! Sylv and Quinn are going to be the love interest, and here is all the ideas I have jotted down so far:

-Set in 2010s Manchester, UK

-Quinn is a trans man. He's 24. He's been obsessed with Sylv's band Memento Mori since he was 15. He lost interest in college a bit but after he graduated he saw there was a show nearby and had the urge to go

-Sylv is my Johnny boy. He's about 35? He's got long dark black hair, sort of a Keith Richards cut. Messy, loose

-He's thin as thin can be. Almost too thin.

-Very quick talker, very thick accent. Hard to understand but that's why he's the guitarist yeah. He doesnt need to say much of anything he just plays. And flirts a lot with the singer (singer name to be decided at a later point)

-Quinn is taller than him despite being AFAB. Probably near 6 feet. Sylv is about 5'8 or 5'9 I'd say

-Quinn's broader, a bit more filled in. He's got a runners body. Strong but not overly defined.

-His hair a reddish brown. Shaved down on one side, the hair on the other side is kinda shaggy. Tucks it behind his ear. Just about to his shoulders

-Quinn has hazel eyes. Sylv's eyes are gray. Sylv wears a lot of colored contacts, especially yellow

-Quinn has less of an accent. More soft spoken. He's quite shy. He started transitioning at 18. He's known he was a boy most of his life, and so far hasn't had any regrets about it. He has not had top or bottom surgery yet

-Quinn's sex life pretty bad. He doesn't like being vulnerable with people. He'd rather everyone stand 5 feet back. Sylv has been the only exception to that. He's been obsessed with him forever. He's 24 right now. But Sylv's been his dream boy since he was 15.

-He followed Sylv's band around for years as a teenager. He kind of fell off the wagon when he went to university, but when he saw Sylv's band was playing nearby he had to go.

-When Quinn was in high school, 8 years ago, Sylv had a more tight mohawk strip, long rat tail at the back. Lots of eyeliner, too much. He looked like a fuckin racoon in 2006.

-Teenage!Quinn of course sat in his room and tried to do the same eyeliner, using the make up he stole from drug store, but he always ended up scrubbing it off

-Cause he just sort of looked awkward and ugly and god pre testosterone days made make up especially hellish cause of course he wants to wear make up he's a stupid emo girl. But no. He's a stupid emo boy in love with a stupider emo guy who'll never know his stupid name

-But teenager!Quinn always imagined Sylv showing up in his room back then and kissing him and taking him to bed and then of course they'd run off together and Quinn could be his roadie. And they could be secret lovers. And teenage!Quinn would shove it in that stupid singer's face because Sylv chose him obviously, and not Singer's Name because Quinn is so much cooler

-Now at 24 that seems a little ridiculous. The Singer always denied him and Sylv got up to anything, Sylv had a wife, Sylv said he was bisexual plenty of times but. He'd been with his wife forever and so surely all the flirting with Singer was just for show. Quinn guesses Sylv probably is just bicurious, probably not a *real* bisexual (the author does not condone this viewpoint)

#Sylv and Quinn #original characters #novel in progress #Many tags so I can continue to reference this in case I lose my notes - which I will #Because I'm the worst