#I won't don't worry

[noooodle-snek]

Breaking my silence just to say that Murdoch Mysteries season 11 episode 1 is one of my favorite things ever. The whole two-parter is amazing but there's just something about the 2nd part that is just jdhjsgdh!!!! The tension? chefs kiss. The found family vibes?? Through the roof. The outlaw outfits??????

I'm shaking from excitement, so here's some of my favorite things about it:

Williams classic running from the law, unshaved look. With the proper hat, of course

Penelope Marsh existing

Henry's most badass line in the whole series

Crossdresser Doctor Julia Ogden

Crossdresser Doctor Julia Ogden kissing her husband through the bars

Detective Llewellyn Watts being the smartest boy ever ilhsm

That whole scene in the bar??? Found family my beloved

George, alive, in his silly hat

(Doctor) Rebeca James being awesome as always

Doctor Julia Ogden being so smart and awesome and just perfect

Thomas threatening to leave Williams alone with Julia

George and William reunion scene??? They're literally brothers hello????

Thomas: I need to show you something William: Give me a second, I need to shave first

Davis chained to that pole? Deserved

NINA BLOOM KICKING ASS AND TAKING NAMES!!!! (gosh don't you just love women?)

George punching Graham!!!!

Constable Slugger Jackson getting the damn respect he deserves

-anyway, sorry for interrupting your scrolling with my rant, have a nice day

#no but seriously i love this show so fuckin much #i could go into another rant about how amazing it is #I won't don't worry #unless 👀 #murdoch mysteries #william murdoch

[uglycarp]

Taking your hand in marriage for the reblog dont tell my fiance /j

We’ll have a secret wedding and we’ll take off on the mumbo horse into the sunset /j

#I won't don't worry #I never knew reblogging would end up in marriage lol #text post #samwasneverhere

[elbiotipo]

HAAAAANK! DON'T PREORDER STARFIELD! YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE FULL OF BUGS ON DAY ONE! HANK YOU KNOW THEY CAN'T FILL 1000 PLANETS WITH CONTENT IT'S ALL GONNA BE GENERIC MISSIONS! HAAAAAAANK!!!!!!

#cosas mias #starfield #no man's skyrim #don't worry I won't even be able to play it until a couple years from now

[emchant3d]

It’s the fourth time this week Eddie’s been late without a phone call.

Sure, his job has him working weird hours - Steve gets it. But he also knows his schedule and he knows the days Eddie works at the bar til close and he knows the days he’s supposed to be home before dark, and he hasn’t had a closing shift once this week. 

Yet he came home near ten tonight, and Steve had been worried and nervous and yes, sure, a little - a lot - insecure about it, and maybe he’d lashed out first, or maybe Eddie had, Steve doesn’t know, but he knows they’re standing in the living room shouting at one another and it’s all coming to a head and he can’t stop himself, can’t keep from getting loud and angry and–

"Do you even want to fucking be here?" he yells.

"Not when you're acting like this!" Eddie says, and Steve's throat goes tight like there's a fist wrapped around it. 

Not when he's acting like this, he thinks. Not when he's being too needy. Too pushy. Too demanding.

Something in his brain feels like it rewires. Their relationship flips on its head, and suddenly fear is coiling in Steve's stomach, not anger. 

He'll lose Eddie if he keeps pushing like this. If he demands too much of his time, pulls him away from what he'd rather be doing, makes himself too much work, he'll lose him. Eddie always said he wasn't going anywhere. That he loves Steve, wants to be with him, will never get tired of him. Steve was a fucking idiot to take that at face value.

He feels sick to his stomach. He wants to apologize, wants to tell Eddie to forget all about what he said, wants to show how sorry he is, but between one moment and the next he's feeling like a guest in his own home, and he's very familiar with how it feels to be unwelcome.

So instead he shakes his head. Eddie wants to be left alone, probably. Doesn't want to see Steve when he's mad at him. Doesn't want to deal with him. He'll make himself scarce.

"I'm staying in the guest room tonight," he says stiffly, and turns away, only faltering a little when Eddie mumbles 'what the fuck ever' behind him. He flinches when Eddie slams the front door and closes the spare room so quietly it barely even clicks.

– Eddie gets home late.

Like, late-late. Steve hears the front door open as he's staring at the clock on the bedside table, the bright red numbers burning into his vision. Why did they even put a fucking clock in here, he thinks. It's the guest room. Why did he insist on furnishing this room like someone might live in it? Like this was a home people would be in and out of, like their family would come and stay with them long enough to need an alarm clock on the bedside table?

Desperate, a voice in his head hisses at him, desperate and needy and full of wishful thinking that someone would want to stay around sad little Steve Harrington long enough to need anything--

Eddie's coming down the hallway. He's trying to be quiet, but he forgot to take his shoes off at the door and his Reeboks squeak a little against the hardwood. It's a familiar sound. Comforting, usually. It's how he knows his honey's made it home safe when he's out late, that tell-tale squeak and the little stumbles when he's tipsy and making his way through their home after a long gig.

There was no gig tonight, though, and Eddie's footsteps are steady and even despite the soft sound of rubber on wood. He isn't drunk, Steve doesn't think - and is that better or worse? That he left after a fight and didn't even go somewhere to drink it off. Where has he been, if not their usual bar to think about what they'd spat at one another, trying to think of solutions, of apologies?

And is Steve really owed an apology? He was overbearing. He was pushy. He was demanding and authoritative and too fucking much all over again, and Eddie lashed out in response, and does Steve deserve an apology after all that? He's been going around in circles with himself all evening about it, arguing in his own head, saying yes I deserve one because my feelings were hurt and no I don't deserve one because I lashed out first and how does he answer this for himself? He doesn't know.

He knows he'd do just about anything to make the empty feeling in his chest go away, though. Knows that he'd shove his hurt away and eat his words and apologize to Eddie and never, ever push again if it meant he knew where they stood. If it meant Eddie would forgive him and never storm out like that again, if it meant Steve knew he wouldn't be left alone like this to wonder if Eddie was coming back.

And he feels so dramatic - he can hear Robin's voice already, telling him it was just a fight, that there's no reason to get this worked up about it, but Steve can't help it. Slammed doors and loneliness are the soundtrack to his childhood and he can't help the panic he feels when someone he loves leaves.

"Do you want to be here?" he'd asked, like a fucking idiot, and Eddie hadn't said yes. Steve swallows around the lump that's taken up permanent residence in his throat. Reaches to swipe a hand over his face, rubbed raw, eyes burning with tears he won't let fall because what right does he have to cry? He brought this on himself. He always brings it on himself.

Eddie's feet are still squeaking their way slowly down the hallway, he's trying not to wake Steve - or is he just trying not to be noticed? Impossible, if Eddie Munson is in a room Steve is going to notice, how can he not? He's been yanked into that gravitational pull and there's no escape for him, not anymore, he's a moon circling around the solar system and Eddie is the sun, burning bright and pulling focus and what is Steve to do in the face of that?

He keeps his eyes fixed on the clock. Watches the display change when a minute's passed. Feels his heartbeat stutter when Eddie's shuffling, squeaking steps pause outside the guest room.

They keep a hall light on at night. It's on a dimmer, turned down way low, but neither of them do well with complete darkness. Too many nightmares, too many shadows haunting and hunting the both of them. Steve can see the muted glow of it from beneath the door.

He can also see when Eddie comes to a stop because his feet block that light. Two shadows in the doorframe, obscuring the soft haze of warm orange that creeps in a half-moon over the carpet, and Steve stops breathing. There's a soft shifting noise, fabric over wood, a gentle thunk when Eddie leans against the guest room door, and Steve almost calls out to him. Almost says I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't leave again, please don't leave me, but the words stick in his throat. Ball's in Eddie's court, as it should be when Steve fucked up so bad, when he tried to ruin it all, when he made Eddie so mad that he left when he promised Steve he would never do that. Eddie's a good man. Keeps his word. Steve's the problem, Steve is always the goddamn problem, always will be, ruins and stains everything he fucking touches–

The shadow disappears. Steve squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees lights popping behind his lids. Those shuffling squeaking steps continue their way down the hall. Steve feels like he's going to throw up but he didn't have dinner so there's nothing in his belly but bile and nothing comes up even though his throat is tight and his stomach is fucking rolling.

The bedroom door - their bedroom door - creaks on its hinges. Steve keeps meaning to put some WD-40 on it but he kind of likes that it makes a noise, that when he's asleep it's just loud enough to wake him halfway and tell him to anticipate the warm wash of tobacco and sandalwood that will cloud him when Eddie slips beneath the covers. Lets him know he's about to be grabbed and groped a little bit, sweet little kisses pressed to his shoulder and neck and jawline until he's got a face tucked into the curve of his throat, until he's giving a sleepy smile and winding his arms around a trim waist and dragging Eddie in close, sputtering and laughing tiredly as wild hair gets in his face and mouth before he falls asleep again, wrapped tight around the love of his life.

None of that tonight, apparently - and he doesn't blame him. No, he hears the bedroom door creak and it feels like a punishment that he deserves and his eyes burn and burn and burn and his face is wet now, he can't help it, and he wipes at it again angrily, takes the soft blanket to his face and why is it so soft why does Steve try so hard when he knows he won't get anything back why does he try to build a home when he's never had one and never will and is going to lose the one he's clawed onto so desperately and tried so hard to keep–

The door creaks again. Steve takes a stuttering breath. Eddie's steps are soft now as they come down the hallway, bare feet on the floor, almost silent as he creeps his way closer. Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw aches, anything to hold back the sounds he wants to make - he can't let Eddie hear him. He can't let Eddie know he's crying. That's manipulative, isn't it? Crying in front of the person he hurt? He won't do it, won't be that selfish, but that shadow appears at the base of the door again. Steve can't help the shaky inhale he takes, and it sounds so fucking loud in the quiet of the guest room, choked and echoing. 

"Baby?" Eddie says, voice low and quiet, rapping so gently against the door with one knuckle. "You in there, Stevie?" 

Just the sound of him is enough to send his heart crashing around in his ribcage, fluttering and jumping and making Steve tense. He wants to answer but he can’t get the words to form, his throat feels sealed shut, and he wonders if he should answer even if he were able because what could Eddie possibly have to say right now? It can’t be anything good and Steve doesn’t know if he can take it right now, in this room that makes him feel like a guest in his own home - but isn’t he always a guest? Isn’t that what he’s made to be, a temporary stop in everyone else’s story?

But he’s not ready for Eddie to move past him yet. Not tonight. Let it happen in the morning if it has to happen, let him put this off just a little longer. Just please, not tonight. Not yet.

But Eddie’s never been known for his patience, and the click of the latch has Steve slamming his eyes closed. Too late to roll over and hide his face, but he’s got enough time to duck down and tuck most of his features into a pillow. He tries to let his body relax, to let the tense lines of his muscles uncoil and his shoulders drop and his fists unclench, but he can’t tell if he’s managed it and the ache in his palms from his blunt nails tells him maybe he did, but it won’t help much.

Eddie makes his way across the carpet in silent steps, and the mattress dips with his weight as he sits on the edge of it. Steve’s fingers twitch to reach for him, but he just curls them into the sheets instead and hopes the motion looks absent enough to have happened in his sleep. 

He smells sandalwood and tobacco and feels the warmth from Eddie being so near but it feels like there’s a wall between them, one he can’t cross even if he tries, one he’s barred from so much as touching. 

He works hard to keep his breathing even but it’s hitching now and then despite his best efforts, shaky and too loud in the silent room, but he keeps up the charade even though the end of it all is perched right in front of him. And it’s Eddie who puts an end to it. It was always Eddie who was going to put an end to it.

“I know you’re awake,” he says, and Steve squeezes his eyes tighter like that’ll make it untrue, like he can just drift off in a second if he wills it hard enough. Eddie shifts on the mattress, and Steve curls tighter into himself. “Let’s just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.” Steve bites his tongue so hard he thinks he might taste blood. It’s that simple for Eddie - but it’s always simple, isn’t it? Cut and dry, plain as day, Steve is the only one who can never see it coming, it’s written on the goddamn walls for everyone else.

He risks peeking through his lashes but Eddie’s got his back to him so it doesn’t even matter, not really. Eddie isn’t looking at him and so Steve allows himself to look, takes in the hunch of Eddie’s shoulders, the curve of his spine beneath his thin pajama shirt - he’d changed, when he’d made his way through their creaky bedroom door, took off his clothes and put his pajamas on and kicked off those tennis shoes, they’re probably in a pile at the foot of the bed for Steve to trip over and he will miss tripping over them, he’ll miss it terribly.

He wonders if he’ll need to move. If he’ll have to find a new place and separate out all of their things into his things, if SteveAndEddie’sStuff will become Steve’s stuff and Eddie’s stuff. Or maybe he’ll just start staying in this guest room, maybe that’s why he furnished this room so completely, because somehow he knew he’d end up alone in it.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, and Steve inhales sharply.

“Don’t,” he says, and somehow he keeps his voice steady.

“So you are awake,” Eddie says, and he tries to sound teasing, sound playful, but it drops like a stone in this space between them. No room for levity in the dark cloud Steve’s filled this room with. He wishes he could be easygoing and let go gently, but it’s Eddie - in what world could he take losing him graciously?

“Yeah,” he says, and he stares at Eddie’s back as the other raises his head, but he still doesn’t turn to look at Steve, and he wishes he could at least look him in the face when he rips his heart out of his chest.

part 2

#steddie #steve/eddie #stevexeddie #eddie/steve #eddiexsteve #steddie fic #my fic #listen i was in the mood for steve whump and i won't apologize for it #don't worry there's plenty of eddie whump coming in part 2 i promise

[maverickvinales12]

I fucking hate my school and how stupid they are with planning shit like bro why do I have to hand in my art task for the quater in the 7th lesson on Thursday when we only have 6 lessons.... and my 5/6 aren't happening anyways... I'm seconds away from straight up not doing it or killing myself

#I WON'T DON'T WORRY #myself

[readerconfused]

several people in my post about Hades PJO saying that they would gladly accept the juice and snacks because they love Hades and the underworld

Persephone will come home in the fall and there will be a thousand teenagers living with Hades she will be like "wtf? i only left you alone for six months"

#Who needs to be king of Olympus when you are loved by the people? #Persephone I'll keep everyone out of your garden don't worry #i can't promise we won't spoil your husband you know we will #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo #hades pjo #persephone pjo

[ineed-to-sleep]

Astarion: *pouts*

me: no yeah you have a good point actually

#ofc you can get whatever you want sir. ofc. and ofc I love you. forever and ever and ever until the end of times. for sure #no I won't argue w you don't worry. I don't think there are any arguments that can beat This #astarion #bg3 #sleep.txt

[heckitall]

Same As It Never Will Be

Part 1 - Part 2

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it's been a hot minute since i drew the 2k3 boys. gotta say, it was v refreshing and nostalgic

i'm hoping to have a friday update schedule :)

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #donatello #michaelangelo #same as it never will be #sainwb #heck draws #gotta say trying out the long comic? hella fun #i'll never leave my left to right roots but man #the flow was so nice #also the quality seems blown out on my screen #if that's the case #i can fix the next update buttttt prolly won't be able to fix this one #ugh #don't worry death clause will be updated this week as well~ #i know the cuts are a little messed up on this one as well #i'm learning how to break 'em up #BEAR WITH ME FOLKS

[starflungwaddledee]

wait.... wait, hang on. i'm about to draw him, which means there's a decision to make

#i can't believe this took me so long to realise but like... the canon design is not That Owl Like... #i could. you know. i could Do It. #also @veveisveryuncool this is for your prompt so i really want to know your personal opinion if you see this!!! please lmk!!! #edit: don't worry he will still be Round. that's the most important thing right. he'll still be round!! and purple. #also in case this influences anyone: he won't be a barn owl. i COULD draw him as a barn owl. but i think he's probably an eagle owl.

[somerandomdudelmao]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

That one ask made me realize

Leo's the only one that doesn't know Casey yoinked their spirits from like the moment they died.

Leo wasn't aware enough of what was going on when his spirit was brought to the present! The others were and knew what was happening! Leo doesn’t know, and no one's told him!

If I didn't like just wake up, I'd have screenshots but

DONNIE'S FACE IN THE LATEST UPDATE. HE'S NOT ABOUT TO TELL LEO HOW CASEY BROUGHT HIM BACK! HE'S ALREADY BEEN FEELING GUILTY ABOUT LEAVING EVERYONE BEHIND

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

#guduhdhdyd #don't you worry #I won't make them suffer just for the sake suffering #they have mouths they can make words #:)

[omensofatimelord]

The thing about testosterone being a controlled substance means that acess to it for hrt is restricted. While it makes access a significant issue for many people and an easy and effective way to prevent trans men and mascs from transitioning (as we've seen terfs campaign for and succeed at doing in Britain) it also means that is very easy for health care professionals to be able to take it away from trans men/mascs arbitrarily. This is most aborant in cases where trans men/mascs are forced to detransition to gain access to abortions after being raped. However, the first sign of an issues tangentially related to hormones a gp, without any training in trans people or hormones, can and will stop a person's testosterone. Apart from how stressful it is to know that for the rest of your life you'll be dependent on the goodwill of a random person, this has measurable negative consequences for a trans person subjected too it.

Going off t fucking sucks at the best of time, but being forced off t will most likely result in depression and worsening mental health for a trans man/masc, who are already one of the most likely groups to attempt suicide. It can also put a trans person at risk if they suddenly start being visibly trans again, especially if they're closeted in, say, a work place environment. Trans people, including trans men, are already one of the most targeted groups of harassment and violence and sexual assalt and forcibly reducing or stopping t can out people and risk their safety. And a gp won't see this or care about this, or attempt to treat a trans man/masc first or ask for their opinion or situation.

Ultimately, testosterone is seen as entirely optional and so the first resort when something goes wrong it to take it away, when it should be considered the last resort, and is considered the last resort for cis men. And as long as testosterone continues to be a controlled substance it will remain like this.

(edit for clarification: I am a kiwi, this post was intended as a general critique of accessing t through health care systems - based in my lived experience in NZ and what ive heard from international trans ppl; including but not limited to the USA)

#Transandrophobia #This rant brought to you by my gp threatening my health and safety by stopping t for a couple conditions that would be treated if I were ci #Excess hemoglobin is documented but not well understood in trans men but there are option available that aren't no t #And high blood pressure runs in the family but no one's making my dad take t suppressants even though no medication is particularly effecti #If she asked me I would rather have gout and t than neither #But I don't get an option #And if I shout to loudly I'm scared they'll not let me ever take it again #She won't even put me back on the weekly injections I'm supposed to be on now that the shortage is over #Despite the fact she's worried my t levels are too high after the injection #(Which given they're normal after a week and how much I dislike the roller coster effect should be the first thing) #But if I start on the limited options and how t is seen as so optional shortages don't matter and different options don't matter

[oozedninjas]

Hello! Not exactly sure what’s all covered under “dark stuff” but I thought I’d shoot my shot.

Do you have any ideas or head canons concerning how badly the turtles might um…. Mark someone up during a close encounter? Like how badly the animal instincts might take over, or if they were even aware of it happening?

18+ /NSFW / Leo's the oldest with 29 / Everyone is susceptible to leaving marks at one time or another. In this essay, I will—

Leo is more susceptible to this act during his rut, when you're having angry sex, or those nights when he feels like acting a little mean (just because you love it). He sucks on your skin, and it's that suction that leaves the mark—most of the time reddish, almost purple. Always heals fast, for which he's gotta keep making them.

Raphel adores biting you. His marks are always deep purple and borderline black. Looks more like you had an accident, which makes them extra hard to hide under makeup or clothing. They take forever to heal, and he kind of gets offended if you cover them up.

Donatello is respectful while marking you. If you request him not to place his love bites in visible areas he'll listen. There's a catch, however. No neck marks? Perfect. How about splattering your entire torso with multiple different-sized hickeys? Sounds fair, right? I swear he'd be the most smooth talker, and yet somehow has an absolutely ravishing mischievous smirk.

Mikey uses them more when he's feeling slightly more possessive of you. Typically, the urge to mark you intensifies as his mating season comes close to its peak. My dude goes feral. He loves it when you mark him too (I mean if somehow you could go through that hard surface of his skin). And you can bet he shows them off proudly!

#what's covered under dark stuff? *insert mean girls meme “the limit does not exist” #don't be afraid to request what you wanna read #as long as it isn't horribly specific (as in you want me to write you a full fic with oc and all lol) it's all good! #If I do not want to do smt then I won't #don't worry too much about that #and always mind the warnings in the stuff I post #tw dark content #tmnt bayverse #tmnt dark content #tmnt dark turtles #tmnt bayverse leo #tmnt bayverse raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt bayverse donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader

[xenocorner]

I was going through some oldish art and found something.

Posting this for one (1) mutual. You know damn well who you are 👁

#okay actually posting for two mutuals but I don't see much of mac around these days #i am fairly certain that YOU (yes you who you know who you are) will show him when appropriate though #crowley #good omens #this is still a Strange (coughCLINTcough) brainrot blog don't worry I won't start suddenly posting random unrelated art 👍

[sleepinglionhearts]

Kana may, in fact, be named Kana because it is a simple name but also I know where I started, I'm borrowing that name with great respect u___u

#doodles #one piece #one piece art tag #oc art tag #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #tashigi one piece #nico robin #blackleg sanji #tony tony chopper #monkey d. luffy #again don't worry about it don't worry about it it's fine just. woe. child be upon ye #in nami's case u know vivi was part of the decision ok #i will get to drawing that i HAVE SO MANY IDEAS #i do have interactions between mikan baby and other crewmates planned #as well as sillies with kana #actually kana might get a backstory for real bc i had Another Idea but i have to let it sit in my brain a while #this won't be the last u see of these critters ok #anyway here u go have the stuff that's been rattling around in my brain!!! enjoy!!!!!!

[abby-howard]

Hey. It's me again.

I gave him an elf gf

#gollum #it's like if a monkey and a greyhound dated #you're the elves in the bg #anyway I've never been into a lotr character before #sorry this is the one that got me #this is the 3rd beat don't worry i PROMISE I won't do it again #I PROMISE...... #*covers sketchbook full of yet more drawings*

[add1ctedt0you]

The Untamed - Episode 19

Throughout the night, he [Jiang Cheng] had somehow managed to sleep a couple of times. The first reason was that, having been too tired from crying himself weak, he couldn't help from passing out. The second reason was that he still had the hope that this might be a nightmare. He couldn't wait to wake up after some rest and open his eyes to find himself lying inside of his room back in Lotus Pier. His father would be wiping his sword in the main hall. His mother would be angry again and complaining, scolding Wei Wuxian who winked in a funny way. His sister would be in the kitchen, thinking as hard as she could about what to make today. His shidi would be refusing to do their morning lessons properly and jumping around.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Chapter 59, Poisons- Part Four

#This crappy gifset is born to show that the 'look how different cql!jc is from mean novel!jc' advertisement is exaggerated lol #look there! jc always yearns for his family! Like. While cql!jc dreams of his family in a 'better light' #Novel!jc dreams of his real crappy family lol. which is understandable when you think that #Novel!jc is a bit sadder lmao. he probably got hugged 5 times by his father while cql!jc at least seven times #The fact is that novel!jc doesn't have a lot of scenes in particular in the present but he is mentioned a lot in an unflattering way #because novel!wwx has jc brainrot #but he's bitter and resentful so his thoughts are quite mean lol #I've read so many 'I don't want to read the novel because I fear I won't like jc' #My point is that approaching the novel you shouldn't worry about jc lol #jiang cheng #*mgifs #Uh. Tbc. Both dreams are set after lotus pier's fall #Also. Another thing to understand novel!jc is to remember that he grows up with novel!wwx who doesn't like when people - in particular men- #cry in front of him #This is not to say there aren't differences obv. But tbh the propaganda is exaggerated #Anyway. In every canon jc is not having a good day