#I WAS NOT DONE FLY POSTING.

[shivjoys]

Breaking Bad (S3 E10) // Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

#I WAS NOT DONE FLY POSTING. #breaking bad #brba #walter white #jesse pinkman #web weaving

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 07: free space a happy ending

Wakefulness embraces him so slowly and gently that Steve’s not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees Eddie lying next to him, watching him with an easy smile as his fingers tap out a slow beat on his pillow. Steve looks at him, blinking away the remnants of sleep, not quite daring to do anything more than that for fear of it being a dream after all, scared that Eddie would disappear if Steve reached out to touch. 

But then Eddie’s smile widens. “Good morning, sunshine.” 

Steve gasps a little and moves his hand to Eddie’s cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, his breath hitching when Eddie leans into the touch. 

“You’re here,” he whispers, his gaze wandering over Eddie’s features, taking it all in and looking for any indication that this is a dream. 

Eddie hums. “And you’re pretty.” 

It hits him out of nowhere, the open sincerity in Eddie’s voice, the fondness in his eyes, the honesty in everything about him. The love, open and free now — or getting there, at least. It’s still so raw, though, so new, that Steve doesn’t know how to handle it yet. 

“Shut up,” he huffs once he’s caught his breath, rolling over to hide his face and the way his cheeks are heating up. He rolls right into Eddie's chest, though, and he's so warm, so close, smells so good that Steve wants nothing more than to bury his face in his neck and stay there for the rest of the morning. Or maybe the rest of his life.

The reflex to pull away is there. The urge to run and hide, to laugh it off, to freeze up and find something else to do, something to occupy his hands and stop them from reaching for Eddie. Years and years of muscle memory telling Steve to leave. 

But Eddie's arms come around him, holding him close and pulling him even closer. And Steve breathes him in, remembering that it can be okay. Remembering that they get a chance now. 

Remembering the words. 

What are you doing? 

Changing the world. 

So he tries that, too. Changing the world. He tries by winding his arms around Eddie, too, and breathing in again and again, learning that Eddie won't disappear if he does. 

Slowly, he dares to move his arms, stroking along Eddie's back in slow, gentle patterns, lulling himself into a safety he hasn't felt in a while. Maybe ever. At some point Eddie begins to hum, and Steve thinks that it's just another one of his audible smiles, inviting Steve and the rest of the world to join in if they're so inclined. But then he detects a familiar melody in the vibrations of Eddie's neck against his skin, and he holds his breath to find out what it is. 

His heart jumps when he recognises the song as one he used to listen to on repeat like a lovesick fool around the time his feelings for Eddie turned into something more, something better, something infinitely worse. 

It skips and he forgets how to breathe as he lets his hands travel over Eddie's back, slowly and tentatively daring to slip underneath his shirt and touch his skin. 

Eddie begins to sing, then, and Steve wonders if he's even been in love with him before, because nothing of what he's ever felt compares to Eddie's gentle, hoarse, sleep-rough voice as he sings Somebody to Steve, to their little bubble, or to the world outside. 

"I want somebody to share, share the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details."

He closes his eyes as he listens, focusing on the vibrations, on the warmth, on the closeness, on how this moment is everything he's never even dared to want. Everything so perfect that he couldn't even dream it up. 

Everything. You're everything. 

He needs to be closer still, so be buries his nose in Eddie's neck and breathes him in, tangling their legs, filled with a breathless kind of joyful bliss when Eddie's breath hitches, too, and he stumbles over the words of the second verse as Steve tries to climb into his skin. 

"I want somebody who cares for me passionatelyWith every thought and with every breath."

You have me, Steve thinks, pressing his lips to Eddie's pulse point. It's not a kiss, not quite. It's something deeper. It's a promise. 

Eddie's hands come up to hold him there even as his voice carries through the drumbeat of Steve's heart in his throat, running fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him purr along to the melody. 

"But when I'm asleep I want somebodyWho will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderlyThough things like this make me sickIn a case like this, I'll get away with it."

When the song ends, Eddie's words faded out, replaced once again by the gentlest silence, Steve feels raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. But he also feels safe, and loved, buried in Eddie's skin and held there, as though Eddie is just as scared of fading away as Steve is. 

He lifts his head just slightly, enough to meet Eddie's eyes – only to find that they're closed, an expression so serene like Steve has never seen before. Mesmerised and overflowing with affection, he reaches out to trace the line of his brows, down to his cheeks and all the way to his lips, where his eyes are glued for a second. 

The thought of kissing Eddie is right there. The opportunity is, too. But he doesn't. He barely dares to move as it is. But he does roll them over the rest of the way until he lies comfortably on top of Eddie, and tucks his head underneath his chin, finding one of his hands and lacing their fingers. 

"You've got him," he breathes eventually. "That somebody. If you—“ 

"Yes," Eddie says, his other hand finding its way to the nape of Steve's neck to play with his hair again. "I want."

"Good." It's lame; far from what he wants to say. From what he has already said last night. It feels like they're doing this backwards, starting with the I love you and catching up with the slow build-up afterwards. "Good. Me, too." 

"Good," Eddie hums, and there's that smile again that Steve can't help but mirror. 

They fall asleep again like that even though it’s already late in the morning; cuddling and holding and cradling each other, still trembling slightly. Maybe that's what changing the world will do to you. Maybe that's the bravery more than the love. 

Or maybe it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie. SteveandEddie. 

I love you. 

~*~

It takes a bit for Steve to relearn loving Eddie. To not associate it with tragedy and sadness and a bone-deep loneliness that'll leave him breathless even on the best of days. 

It takes a while for Steve to learn a whole new kind of breathlessness, a whole new kind of aching when it comes to Eddie. 

And Eddie's not much better than Steve, pulling away when Steve wants him closer, swallowing his words and needing a second, third, fourth try until he learns that he gets to love Steve now. 

Years of unrequited love, or feelings unreturned, of words put out into the universe with no one to receive them, are not easily or quickly unwritten. But every time Steve's breath gets lodged in his throat and he wants to run away, Eddie is right there to remind him of what they can have now. Every time Steve tries to be a little less of who he really is, Eddie is right there to coax him out of his head with gentle touch and a lot of hugs. 

Every time Eddie starts to doubt himself and all the ways he makes Steve the happiest person on the planet, Steve is right there with the words he only has for Eddie. Words that don't get stuck anymore. Words that finally get a recipient. 

~*~

Their first kiss, the first real kiss, doesn't happen that first morning. They spend the first week only holding each other, barely wanting to let go, hiding their vulnerabilities within each other. 

Steve is worried about it at first, seeing Eddie so quiet, so reverent, lacking his usual cheer, his energy and snarky comments. He asks about it one night, ready to prove right that he isn't and can never be enough for him, that all he will do is steal the things that make him Eddie. 

Eddie stops then, lifting Steve's chin with a finger when he's too scared, too ashamed, too vulnerable to meet his eyes on his own accord. 

"Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so gentle that Steve immediately feels stupid for doubting. "I have loved you for ten years. I've had you for three days. Let me bask in it. Let me be unable to be myself with how absolutely and utterly overcome I am with the knowledge that I have you now. That I get to hold you. That I get to kiss you and keep you and... God. I'm not unhappy. I'm so much the opposite of that that I'm not sure there's a word for it. Other than devoted. Smitten. Bewitched, body and soul."

Steve wants to kiss him then. Almost does, with the way they're just staring at each other, breathing the same air —air that smells like Eddie now. In the end, Eddie just holds him, brushing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his temple, and whispers, "Let me bask in it." 

And so they do. 

Wayne called Eddie not long after with the words, "Chrissy just told me the wedding's off. Please tell me that means what I think it means." 

Eddie just blushed, reaching for Steve, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, I, uh. I finally talked to Steve."

There was a very loud cheer on the other end that made Steve laugh, falling into Eddie's side, holding him tight, a weight falling off his shoulders knowing that Wayne was okay with them. 

You know, I always figured it would be you. 

No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me.

It made his eyes sting again, but he basked in the moment and in the knowledge that Wayne was on their side. Always has been, always will be. 

"You better come here on Sunday, and bring Robin and Chrissy, too." 

"Robs and Chrissy?" Eddie asked. 

"Oh, you're in for a treat. I'll see your asses on Sunday, boys." 

And with that, he hung up. Steve immediately went to call Robin, hopeful and giddy with Wayne's implication, knowing that Chrissy was Robin's person just like Eddie was his. 

"She loves me," Robin said, on the verge of tears, and Steve joined here right then and there. "She's– Steve. She's so– She... God!" 

"Yeah," Steve laughed at the ceiling above his bed, grinning because Robin sounded so happy, not even caring that she didn't have the right words for it, because he could hear Chrissy laughing in the background, too. Laughing and saying hi to him and interrupting Robin's ramblings and groans and giggles with kisses that always left her dumbstruck for a good two seconds each time. 

When the call ended, he went right back to the living room, where he and Eddie started watching Pride and Prejudice before, and fell right on top of him with a happy, happy smile. 

~*~

It happens at Wayne's, exactly one week after Eddie showed up at Steve's in the middle of the night. One week after the phone call. One week after I love you. 

It happens in the soft glow of the fairy lights Steve and Eddie helped him put up years ago. I happens after Wayne hugged him tight once more, after he pulled Chrissy to the side and promised her that she's still his kid, that he still loves her, and that he's happy to see her smile like that. After he promised the same to Robin.

It happens when Wayne's inside to refill their drinks and Chrissy and Robin are caught up in each other that they're blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When Steve turns to find Eddie looking at him with the softest, gentlest expression. 

"Eddie," he whispers, leaning in to rest their heads together, lacing their fingers and stroking his thumb along Eddie's palm.

"Yeah, baby?" 

Baby. It fills him with butterflies, with the urge to scream, to shout from all the rooftops that he loves Eddie, and more importantly, that Eddie loves him back! Baby. Baby.

"I love you." 

"Hmm. I love you more." 

No, you don't. Just longer. "Can I kiss you?" 

He can feel Eddie's little gasp before he leans in even closer, rubbing their noses together, cradling Steve's face with his free hand. "Please," he whispers. 

And Steve does. He captures Eddie's lips, pouring into it everything he feels and more. Sealing the promises he's made and all the ones he's yet to make. The promises to love and cherish Eddie. To be brave. To be there. To stay and keep and bask. 

It's nothing like their first kiss all those years ago. There is no question behind it this time. Only declarations, only promises, only the beginning of a shared future. 

And there are many, many more after this one.

🌷🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍🌷

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript @hardboiledleggs @estrellami-1 @bisexualdisastersworld @space-invading-pigeon @swimmingbirdrunningrock @y0urnewstepp4r3nt @oxidantdreamboat @spilled-jar @phirex22 @littlemsterious @captaingigglyguinea @animecookie95 @sharingisntkaren @haluton @littlemsterious @animecookie95 @suddenlyinlove @bisexual-bilingual-biped @jinx-nanami @makewavesandwar @scheodingers-muppet @morcantinon @hexdbog @homosexualhomocide13

god i can't believe it's over. i thank you, every one of you, who cheered for me, cried with me, screamed and yelled at me, and stayed with me throughout this past week. i have no words right now other than thank you 🤍🌷 and i hope this is okay

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieweek2023 #steddie week fic #i feel like this one's a bit disjointed but i kinda like that about it?? little snippets that make a happy ending you know?? #idk i hope you like it too (i always get anxious about endings tbh catch me vibrating out of my skin) #dio words #i cannot believe it is done. i cannot believe what a ride it's been. i'll find the words for it later i think. first we read. and we bask 🤍 #morcantinon i am ENDLESSLY sorry i forgot to tag you even after you sent that wonderful ask please forgive me 😭🤍 #i also forget a bunch of people who asked in the reblogs but dear god i hope you find this anyway i am all over the place #i will edit this and work in more chrissy/robin when i post it to ao3. but this is steddie week. and these are 15k words of an au #that happened spontaneously and within 2h each night of me flying by the seat of my pants. xD

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

The lone horseman and his noble steed Rosa have reached yet another town in need of help - Where will our heroes end up this week?

#a fan comic because why not #i just love drawing comics and I haven't done proper layout in ages... #anyway #back to uhhh more normal content #valtteri bottas #f1 #f1 art #f1 fanart #fan comic #scheduled #I'm on a plane flying home when this posts

[deoidesign]

FINALLY finished these romance style alt-covers for my first 4 books!

They're slip covers, so if you'd like the books to slip into something a little more comfortable, these covers will accompany your books while Adam and Steve accompany each other on their journey~

I'm planning to get the titles, name, and book number foiled :)

I printed an examples for book one on my home printer, so no foil, but it looks so nice on the book!

It's an add-on on my kickstarter now!

#FUCK these took so so so fucking long #sheesh #so glad I finished them before I fly out to florida... #I still have more work to do but I'm almost done with everything now #OKAY #kickstarter stuff #kickstarter #I'll probably use the art from these for some other posts later cause #I mean theyre really nice illustrations and they took me soooo long #like so so so long #AHAHAHAH so much longer than I thought ngl #thats how the cookie crumbles

[thatsrightice]

Ok but writing this dialogue for my upcoming fanfic has been so much fun, like I’m living for this banter between the aviators. Will be icemav btw but has a major focus on platonic slice and is whole-heartedly iceman-centric. It is very much a self-indulgent fic ngl

The other pilots are merely filler characters who are very much unimportant to the story.

Here’s a blurb for WIP Wednesday because I can’t help myself, takes place in the ready room…

FOR REFERENCE: VF-114 FFFOTD #18

#apologies for the red-hair slander 😫😫😫 #fanfic #just a little thing I wrote #I live for feedback btw so I couuuuld potentially possibly be convinced to post the first chapter maybe #the first chapter is done I’m just trying to finish a lot beforehand to decrease time between posts #top gun #icemav #WIP Wednesday #WIP #tom iceman kazansky #flying is hard but falling (for you) is easy

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Weird AU idea: Crossover AU between Minecraft and Welcome Home. Those bitches gotta kill some dragon to get back home IDK. I can see many shenanigans with this concept

Mainly made this up because I had a dream the Warden from Minecraft and Julie Joyful met (Julie was not enthralled for obvious reasons) (tbh it was more a nightmare DX)

bold of you to assume their Goofy Asses could get anything done, let alone kill the ender dragon

#theyd get to the nether after 85 years of trying #only for wally to kill them all & destroy their progress by placing a bed #howdy would somehow have Everything They Need but he refuses to sell it unless they have reallly specific stupid items to trade #he's like a wandering trader but 100x Worse #frank would see something flying and go to look #frank: omg is that a butterfl- *Frank Frankly Has Been Slain By Vex* #barnaby would dig himself a dirt house and refuse to do anything more #eddie would be busy building an elaborate garden #julie'd collect every animal for funsies #sally would master redstone to create elaborate Entertainment Devices #poppy wouldn't leave her house or her 58 furnaces all of which are in use #wally would just sit at a loom and make pretty banners #and Nothing Would Get Done #even if they Tried to accomplish goals you and i both know #it would derail Immediately #theyre too silly. #rambles from the bog #welcome home au #If i get the motivation ill definitely scribble something for this #currently head is empty on what i'd doodle hence the Lack Of Art on this post #i just thought of the effort it'd take to like #scribble minecraft armor... tools... environment things... ouagh too much Too Much #tonight has tired me out :/ #but yes... many shenanigans... feel free to share the shenanigans You have in Mind

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Whumper makes whumpee hold a tape measure (and they have to hold it the whole time)

Whumper grabs the hook and pulls, taking their steps backwards slowly, until the blade is at max.

Release

#I say crack because I’m not sure if it would actually hurt whumpee somehow #I’ve never done this and I don’t plan to #but even when it’s only two feet that thing flying at you is fucking TERRIFYING #psychological torture #at least #crack whump #whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #my posts #my whump #was using a tape measure and thought of this

[front-facing-pokemon]

#beautifly #creative name there‚ guys. it's a butterfly. and it's beautiful. and it is a flying type. beautifly. that's awesome keep up the good work #vlad pokémondesigner. you've done an amazing job with this one #hey okay it's not as bad as flamigo. i'm a local flamigo hater—i generally think the gen 9 pokédex is pretty good but flamigo? #blatant dex padding. i do not like that pokémon. it's made even worse by the fact that i got a shiny one just out of nowehre #while i was shiny hunting fucking drakloak for crying out loud. the same thing happened with a pawmot while i was shiny hunting zorua #honestly it sounds like if i want to get the shinies i actually want‚ i should be shiny hunting a pokémon i Don't want #and then they'll just suddenly show up. apparently. i just have the worst luck of all time #why am i talking about gen 9 on the beautifly post. here it is it's beautifly! it's because i don't have much to say here #pov: you're talking to someone with blue eyes

[th3wizardoz]

I have always known the beetles I work with can fly, like in theory, but they never have in the two years I’ve been on the project.

So imagine my surprise when I got swarmed by them at 11 in the fucking morning today.

#I was just doing my little tasks #and I opened the lid to their enclosure #to check on them #and BOOM #20-30 flying beetles #who have NEVER done that before #I have never left a lab so quickly in my life #I say lab #it is a shed out back of the science building #science #research scientist #biologist #dermestid beetle #research #insect #insects #entomology #beetles #beetleposting #college #university #biology #text post

[literaryspinster]

For the last time, Marcus did not yell at Sydney because she rejected him.

For people to keep spreading that misinformation about a genuinely good person because they need a reason to hold C*rmy up as the only real option (even though Sydney not being interested in Marcus should be enough) is kind of wild to me. Marcus yelled because it was a high stress situation and Sydney was ignoring him in the kitchen, that's literally it, these people yell at each other in the kitchen all of the damn time. Please stop calling this man an incel, he is not. Also, there's nothing wrong or weird about him having feelings for her. She's great, why wouldn't he?

#marcus brooks #sydney adamu #the bear #i want marcus to get a girlfriend in s3 and i don't want it to be sydney unless she somehow develops genuine feelings #he deserves more than to be another claire #and sydney deserves more than to lose a good friend #people also keep skating past the fact that they were cool with each other again at the end of the episode too #if you've never done this then this post isn't directed at you #if it don't apply let it fly

[the-halfling-prince]

I feel like we don't talk enough about "Isn't it weird to think if your hand was inside of a dragon, and your mind was still in control of it, you could've killed the dragon from the inside by crushing it's heart or something"

#I'm so angry right now. I'll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot I'll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight. With my face #It's the wings and the tails you really want. If it can't fly it can't get away. A downed dragon is a dead dragon. #Well I'm off to bed and you should be too. Tomorrow we get to the big boys. Slowly but surely making our way up to the monstrous nightmare #But who will win the honor of killing it? #It's gonna be me. It's my destiny. See? #*gasp* your mom let you get a tattoo? #It's not a tattoo it's a birthmark. #Uhh I've been stuck with you since birth and that was never there. #Yes it was! You've just never seen me from the left side until now #Okay I'm done now sorry. #But anyway yeah that was a weird thing to say Fishlegs. #Fishlegs: *says that* #Everyone else: 😶😬 #how to train your dragon #my posts

[kulemii]

WHORES ONLY!!!!

HELP ME DECIDE WHICH SUIT NISH WEARS IN THIS SMUT I'M WRITING!

Don't worry about what he has going on in his life at the time! You're too hot to worry about stuff like that! It's just nutting and vibes, okay? We're chillin in this Nishiki fic! I'm not wracking my brain and getting bogged down with specifics! Help this beautiful man get off! BLEASE! I BEG! 😭🙏🏾

#i couldn't decide which one i wanted him to wear #so i wondering what the gworls liked best #i'll use the winning suit in my fic but i'm flying through this thing so i only set the poll for a day #bc i wanna get this fic done while i have the inspo #i'm posting this poll at fucking midnight omg #i'll have to reblog again in the morning for visibility #ANYWAY VOTE!!! #HELP A BITCH OUT!!!!!

[compacflt]

This is niche (maybe) but please share more about ice and mav at Oshkosh!! Do they go yearly? Or just the one time? Are they part of any aviation enthusiast communities???

yes yes yes!!! going to air shows is 100% a date for both of them. i feel like: a couple things:

- they’ve both probably seen the blue angels so many times it’s not super exciting anymore, and until they retire & become private citizens it’s also too big of a Thing for them to go, so they try to go to civilian/private air shows if they can

- one exception is fleet week for obvious rzns. They both probably have to do shit for fleet week on the reg. Ice especially

- i do keep thinking it would be funny for mav to do like a two year tour with the BAs at some point but there wasn’t room for that in the narrative so it’s Schrödinger’s headcanon

- before they retire their schedules are super crazy packed & don’t always line up, even if they request certain dates (like each other’s birthdays, Xmas, thanksgiving, Oshkosh etc) off in advance, so Oshkosh specifically doesn’t become yearly until after they retire. But after they retire they do annually fly in to Oshkosh in their p-51. lots of picnic lunch breaks in Reno/Omaha/Boise etc

- theyve been to the big international air shows (farnborough, Paris, NOT dubai for security/gay people issues, etc) together a couple times when they can swing it. (Me looking for any excuse to send them back to europe on vacation) but before they retire it’s also probably a Thing. So Thing-ness (public & Navy engagement etc) has to be accounted for when they’re planning their trip. they do have a responsibility to rep the Navy as best as they can etc etc

- Thing-ness also has to be accounted for when joining aviation enthusiast groups… after they retire & get married hell yes!!! they probably have a ton of civilian aviation friends & are pretty involved. not before their marriage though. It takes a while for them to come out of the hidden little shell they’ve been living in for thirty years & make friends as a real couple. but they do eventually.

#maverick criticizing the blue angels every time they see them ‘I would’ve done it cooler’ #joint blue angels thunder birds show ‘oh my god. WHAT does the Air Force think they’re doing. such poor form #it’s such a shame to abuse a viper like that i would’ve done it 10x better’ #this one-shot is another one i haven’t read since I posted it in October #hmm. #some issues #PLANES DONT RUST THEYRE ALUMINUM (but it’s for the metaphor so it’s ok) #i think when you read my plane writing moments you can tell that i am very very enthusiastic about planes #but i don’t know the first thing about how they work or how to fly them #my boyfriend did my physics homework & took my physics tests for me in high school. i never learned even elementary physics #it was covid high school okay we all had to make do #bernouilli’s principle??? it’s all greek to me love <3 #(hungry for pussy voice) (twirling my hair) pressure differentials are like soooo interesting #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #asks #props to all you STEM people. i can’t do basic math #i keep entertaining the idea that ice & mav buy a t-38 in the late 2010s #after i saw a t-38 on sale for $800k apparently you can just buy them #that’s the dream

[thisisadonaldduckblognow]

i am going to stand on my Raph Is The Sun soapbox forever ftr. not that anyone has said not to.

i don’t mean that in an “everything and everyone revolves around raph all the time, bc he’s the most important one of them all” way. bc i’ll reiterate forever that there is no one member of this family who is the Most Important or most special, there is no member of this family who would be the most or least devastating to lose. like. if the hamatos lose anyone they’re never fully recovering.

i do mean what i say in the general sense of raph being a source of warmth and support, and in the sense that he does a lot of holding everyone together.

but more than anything when i say raph is the sun and his family is his solar system i mean like

raph isn’t the sun bc he’s the most important one that everyone revolves around, he’s the sun bc without a planetary system, a sun isn’t a sun. and i think so much of raph’s sense of personal identity and purpose is wrapped up in the roles he serves for his family so like. it just all checks out

#rottmnt raph #rise raph #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #i wanted to talk about raph and how he picks things up that he sees as needing picked up but no one else is willing to take #substitute parenting; leadership; teambuilding; being a protector #that moment in the movie when casey says then it's too late and everyone is looking crestfallen #and raph looks around at them; and he finds the strength to be the one who says no it's not. it's not too late we can still do it. #like. it is so important #and the contrast to leo who is the other turtle with the motivational speech history #coleaders tbh but like. raph CHOOSING it over and over again choosing to step up choosing to carry hammering raw tenacity into hope #he is not a natural with words he is not eloquent but he puts so much into everything #they need hope they need motivation no one else is doing it so raph will do it for them #meanwhile leo the 'face man' who can whip up on the fly motivation with flair and charisma leo who is better at long game strategy #like for raph it's a choice for leo it's an epiphany #and the important thing is that they both get the job done that they're trying to do; they rally their family they push on #no one: me: makes a second post in the tags of a post for some reason #anyway anyone who says there's a better leader one or the other between leo and raph is a fool and a coward #theyre equally good and likewise equally both flawed and they both care a lot about their family

[latenightsundayblues]

What if.... instead of beautiful and interesting animals, we have gnarly and interesting insects?

Only problems is idk what insects work out with the characters

I mean, maybe praying Mantis Billy and Ant Stu..?

OH MY GOD how didn't i think of this b4?? Nasty and scary insects fit the tone of the movie way better now that im thinking about it. The only problem is i have zero ideas as to what the main group should be. I have a rough idea for billy and stu tho:

Stu - Brazilian Wandering Spider

I chose this one for a few flimsy reasons; its very big and long-legged (stuilly size difference is like the best part lmfao), its beige which is a color that i associate with him a lot, and its extremely venomous BUT doesn't make webs at all. I feel like that could kinda translate into him obviously being the brawn in the duo and absolutely capable of killing on his own but still at a disadvantage of sorts, you know? If you take webs as a metaphor for scheming and slow-burn manipulation i think it'd make sense to have him be unable of it despite his other abilities.

There's also the way this spider hunts. It doesn't stay in one specific place, it wanders around in search of prey and can directly attack. It reminds me of his frenetic and aggressive nature.

Can't forget about the way in which it dances menacingly. I think its goofy and delightful.

Also death boner lmfao

Billy - Funnel-Web Spider

The web motif is a huge part of why I chose this one; funnel web spiders, as the name suggests, build webs in a tube-like fashion that narrows down the further you go into it. They wait inside the smaller parts until something gets caught on the wide mouth of the tube, which is when they drag it inside to eat. Obvious comparison here to his manipulative tendencies and attack method with the whole 'hiding and striking at the right time' thing

They're usually black with no discernible patterns. Peak Billy vibes.

Their bite is extremely strong, but it isn't as deadly anymore due to modern medicine. I kinda think its comparable to the 'all bark no bite' attitude he displays with Stu

I like to think of their fangs as knives because of their sheer penetrative (haha) power and position on their heads, pointing straight down instead of horizontally.

Thats pretty much it lol

#these are literally just the spiders i took reference from for that spiderman AU i mentioned a while back #still not done with that #prob gonna post it when beyond the spiderverse comes out lmao #stuilly #billy loomis #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis x stu matcher #latenightsundayblues ask tag #Queue 'Em All #lookadat you guys i finally got a queue tag #came up with it on the fly #wheres creativity when you need her

[dykepaldi]

got 12clara on the brain do we all agree the cloisters confession involved them having some sort of time lord psychic exchange

idk if this is something other people have thought about, obviously they said they love each other normal style as well but i feel like there arent gonna be any words that could scratch the surface of the Everything

itd be the most emotionally intense thing either of them had ever experienced like 1000 acid trips at once but all that remains of it in the doctor’s mind is a beautiful song. clara, on the other hand, gets 4.5 billion years worth of suffering beamed into her mind in a matter of seconds and goes absolutely batshit insane (moreso than she already was)

#*person whos done acid once voice* woah itd be just like doing acid #post hell bent clara being properly evil is a really fun idea i dont think about it enough #but it makes sense right #she became more and more like the doctor in the worst ways #and now the person she cares about infinitely more than anything else is gone #and its not like ashildr will be the compassionate human companion to stop her doing genocides #twelveclara #going back to my original point this is def something ive accepted to be true basically since the episode comes out #i feel like they would have done psychic stuff all the time anyway like clara was flying the tardis and shit she could do that too #but every time theyd both have big massive vault doors with a billion locks stopping any kind of feelings getting out lmao #maybe psychic time lord stuff is a metaphor for sex maybe not up to you #fresh n sexy dr who tag #mine