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russian-spider · 5 months
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paul simms: nandermo is so problematic, do you really want that?
meanwhile, the fandom:
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visiblespiketrap · 11 months
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My heart almost broke. I mean, of course I and others can/could ship whatever anyway, but I can't help but be relieved that Sidon and Yona's marriage was arranged by his father canonically.
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strangersails · 6 months
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billy tries so hard not to fall in love with steve harrington once they start having occasional sex, because steve is going to go college and billy knows for a fact that he doesn’t need no long-distance relationship on the phone, because the last time somebody promised him on the phone that they weren’t gonna leave billy, it was his mother and then she left him.
so he’s just constantly putting space between him and steve, so that steve knows where the line is, between them. billy tries really hard by calling him by his family name (like yes, i let you fuck me, but that’s it), by leaving him five minutes straight after they reach the orgasm without many words and disappearing for god knows how long.
“you can stay for five minutes, you know that, right? it’s not like somebody’s going after you or anything” steve says one time.
“i have places to go, harrington” he answers nonchalantly, lighting the cigarette hanging from his lips.
billy declines steve’s invitations to grab something to eat, cuts off almost every attempt steve makes to talk about something, until eventually steve stops trying to get whatever he’s trying to get from him.
the thing is, steve stops going to parties he knows billy’s going to go to too, and if they accidentally meet in somebody’s kitchen or doorsteps, he’ll actively start avoiding him. which is a problem, cause that means no sex. not that billy has trouble finding somebody else. he just... doesn’t want to. and the way steve literally walks away every single time billy steps in the room and looks immediately away like he even hates the sight of him, makes billy feel kinda bad.
he gets out on the porch of somebody’s house at a party one night to light a cigarette, when he sees steve sitting on the front steps with a girl next to him. he sees the boy’s face drop as soon as their eyes meet.
“jesus, he’s everywhere” billy swears he hears him say.
it’s actually ridiculous the fact that he has to make up an excuse to get to talk to him, but he doesn’t want steve to avoid him forever. also he could use a good fuck tonight.
so he just “you got a light?” asks, specifically to him, in case the girl next to him is wondering.
and it’s not like steve can really say no, since he’s literally playing with his fancy lighter in his hand.
harrington stands up and walks to him so slow, this time he can’t even bat his eyes and move them somewhere far from billy’s figure.
billy takes his time to let the pack of marlboro slip out of the pocket of the denim jacket. he doesn’t even bother to hide the lighter that’s just right inside. he sees steve roll his eyes in the back of his head and can’t keep but grin at that.
he puts the cigarette between his lips and gets closer to steve to let him light it, but it takes several tries to even get a little spark.
“let me try” he asks, and then gently grabs the little thing in his hand, making sure to touch the other guy’s fingers in the process. when he menages to start the cigarette, he inhales deeply, keeping his eyes high on steve’s face.
steve, that swallows loudly at the sight. like he likes what he sees.
“can we talk for a second? before you go?” billy asks, letting the lighter slip in the front pocket of steve’s jeans, with his fingers pierced inside of it to give him a little pull closer.
steve gives him a long, intense stare. “why?” he asks after a moment, trying not to be loud.
“cause i need to talk to you” billy says, and the knows that’s a stupid answer, but what else can he say?
steve shakes his head, pulls billy’s fingers out of his pocket, then says “that means nothing. why should i talk to you if you don’t even give a shit?”
billy feels his blood run down from head to toe like a hot shower as soon as steve calls him out. it’s pure guilt. he watches him turn around, ready to go, and then grabs his arm and pulls him again, closer this time. “because i miss you.”
billy doesn’t even realize he’s said that out loud until he sees steve’s eyes widen. steve looks at him for a very long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if it’s a bullshit or if he’s being serious. then his eyes drop on the hand billy still has around his arm. he lets him go.
they eventually get left alone by robin — that’s steve’s friend’s name — and move the conversation to a quieter place. and now billy doesn’t know what to say. it’s not like he programmed anything.
“so? what do you want?” steve starts, and the fact that it sounds like an accuse stresses billy out even more.
“why are you avoiding me?” billy asks, straight to the point.
“why not? that’s how you like it.” steve folds his arms in his chest. “the silence, the leaving. that’s what you do. you know, it’s not like i expected anything special or whatever. but you barely even say ‘see you around’ to me when you leave. you don’t even talk to me. that has nothing to do with sex, it’s just. the bare minimum. human decency, if you’ve ever heard that before. so what, you can not talk to me, but i can’t?”
billy feels a twinge in his stomach at those words. he feels called out. it’s true, his manners are questionable, and yes, that was purposeful, because he needed harrington to stay back. stay back, not vanish.
also this stupid hurt face steve’s got while he talks makes him want to slap himself in the face.
“what was that now, by the way?” steve speaks again while billy tries to find his voice back. “the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me was probably that i have a pretty mouth and that was while it was wrapped around your dick, so it doesn’t even count. and now what, you miss me?” steve has his face bright red while he talks. “how fucking stupid do you think i am?”
“i don’t” he says, finally.
“oh, trust me, i know you don’t miss me, you just want to empty your balls” steve says, and lets his arms fall still at his sides.
that’s the moment billy loses it and pushes his mouth against steve’s. he doesn’t even think anymore, he lets himself be guided by his instincts. steve opens his mouth almost immediately to let billy’s tongue go past his lips. he pushes steve against the side of the house, chest to chest, grabbing his face with both his hands, and steve whines in his mouth, but lets billy savor him. it’s the first time they kiss.
billy eventually pulls back, a wet sound filling the air before the heavy breathing.
“i don’t think you’re stupid” billy clarifies right after, still short on breath. “that’s what i meant.”
steve is red around his mouth, probably from all the pushing and sucking, and the thought is kinda distracting right now. he looks out of breath and words and his lips are still parted and wet and swollen. billy has missed him so much.
“look, i know i’m an asshole” billy says, still so close to him. “and i know apes have better mannerism than i have, that i look like i don’t give a shit. but that. is nothing personal. okay? i’m just not a people person, i need constant space and i need to leave when things start to feel serious.”
“billy. you don’t even call me by my name. how is that serious?” steve rubs his face with both hands, then he folds his arms on his chest again.
billy takes the hint and takes a step back. “it is to me. i don’t call you steve cause that feels personal. i don’t stay in your bed after we fuck, cause that feels personal. i don’t want to hear your stories, because that feels too personal.”
“and why is that bad?” steve asks.
this also feels too personal, but now it’s too late.
“because if it’s personal, it means that we’re close. and if we’re close...” it takes him a moment to end the sentence, and he can’t do it looking him in the eyes, so he draws them on steve’s hands and then admits, “it means i have something to lose”.
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wylanslcve · 11 months
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The piano scene in S2E3 is somehow talked about SO MUCH but also not enough, and I know that doesn't make sense but hear me out. Wylan has been in the Barrel for how long with nothing from his life before, only the decency he stubbornly clings to (hence why he initially refused to make bombs for Kaz, but his desperation got the better of him) and, if we use the information from the books, his flute. And we know the significance of music in Wylan's identity: he used it to hide his disability by setting whatever was read aloud to him to a melody in his head; the music room was the only place in his father's house he was ever happy in; and, in Crooked Kingdom, he recalls sitting at the piano bench with his mother, and it's one of the few memories he has of her because she "died" when he was young, so of course his memory of her is going to be a bit foggy.
Music wasn't something he got so good at to win his father's approval the way science and maths were - music was always his. It's what makes him Wylan and not Jan Van Eck's son, and being in the Barrel has tried to separate him from that part of his identity. Yes, he plays his flute in S2E1, but he plays it out of desperation. How long has it been since he's played music because of how connected he is to it, not because he needs money? It's something he yearns to do, and so when he and Jesper break into Pekka's country estate, Wylan doesn't take his eyes off the piano when he notices it - not even while Jesper is talking to him. He yearns to feel the press of the piano keys beneath his fingers, for the comfort playing music always gave him, and I think this is beautifully signified in that frame where presses the broken piano key: he so desperately wants that comfort and security, but can't have it.
Even though it looks like he sits at the piano to encourage Alby to keep playing, it's more so because he couldn't pass up the opportunity to do what he's yearned to do for so long. It's only 30ish seconds, but he loses himself in the music he plays, in that security he's sought since he first arrived in the Barrel. He's reliving sitting at the piano bench with his mother, and a show headcanon I have is that this little piece of music was something Marya taught him or wrote for him or something he wrote for her. Either way, it's made him lose himself in those happy childhood memories of him playing the piano with her.
Then that momentary peace and comfort is snatched away from him as he snaps back to reality. He's not at his father's house playing piano with his mother: he's in the Barrel, wrapped up in the company of literal criminals, and his mother's been dead since he was eight (well, we know she isn't dead, but he doesn't). His guard goes back up, and he goes back to being Wylan Hendriks, the demolitions expert keeping a privileged past and childhood traumas close to his chest, the boy who was desperate enough to start playing criminal with a band of thugs and thieves.
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(gif by me, scene credits go to @/autumnspacks on ig)
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neverevan · 4 months
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Fuck It Friday ☔️
I was tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @wikiangela and @jeeyuns thank youuu 💛
Aside from some editing, my Christmas fics are all done and now I can slowly return to my main wips, so I thought I'll post a snippet from Eddie's pov in the mudslide fic (most of that part is just too spoilery and I rarely share from it, but this bit was waiting to come out for a while now, so here 🫶).
He mostly thought about Christopher; imagined him waking up in the morning, pestering Buck for breakfast and news he couldn't give, going to school and coming home, sitting at the dining table, doing his homework… Just normal things.
He would’ve given anything to be with them right now. To walk out of his room in the morning and see Buck’s sleep-rumpled face, his curls flat on top of his head, his smile lazy and crooked and his bare feet on Eddie’s living room carpet.
To watch the tattoos shift on Buck’s naked shoulders as he stretched and to hear his hoarse voice as he mumbled out a quiet “morning” on his way to the bathroom. To smell the scent of his overnight sweat still lingering on his skin while making their coffees side by side, waiting for Christopher to finally shuffle out of his room for breakfast.
To hear the sleepy mumble stifled in his own ribs as Chris gave him his good morning hug and see the toothy grin tugging at his lips as Buck entertained him throughout breakfast, making him giggle with his silly facts and jokes.
To yell “come on, we're gonna be late” at the front door as Chris ran back inside for a book he forgot and then to yell again after Chris was back but Buck just realised he had left his phone on the kitchen counter.
To sit in the car and talk about after-school plans and listen to the radio on a low volume before dropping Chris off with a hug each and then to bundle back into the truck and head to work together, barely just having enough time to stop for one of those creamy coffee monstrosities Buck liked so much — that somehow Eddie learned to like too, only if to indulge in the fantasy of what Buck’s lips would taste like on his own.
✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss
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clotpolesonly · 2 months
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Blue Lily, Lily Blue ch 15 // Mister Impossible ch 25
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perfektblau · 5 months
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The idea of a cannibal family chasing after me to have a piece of this cake shouldn't make me tingle, but it does
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I have reopened the listing for my Ronadora calendar to include international shipping! Preorders are live until 01/10/24!
This will be the final listing for this product! After 01/10/24, I won't be selling them anymore!
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antonivs · 2 months
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ROPE HEADCANONS (PT. 1/?)
Phillip doesn't come from a rich family and he wasn't born in the city. He grew up in a rural area and he used to help his parents on their farm and that's where his physical strength comes from. His parents always knew he was gay and shamed him for it, especially his father, who constantly called him names and had him working to exhaustion to "make him a real man". In his teens his parents sent him to the city to live with distant family relatives. They said it was to give him more opportunities for his future but in reality they wanted to stop being the talk of the town. Phillip's relatives in New York didn't ask any questions. They didn't give Phillip the warmth and affection he needed but they sent him to a prep school to get a proper education and allowed him to start taking piano lessons.
Phillip always felt inferior to Brandon, David and Kenneth and he tried to keep his origins a secret for as long as he could, copying the way they spoke, dressed and behaved. However he was fundamentally different from them and his mask slipped off from time to time (it still does). Of course it didn't take long for Brandon to find out but he always kept Phillip's secret.
Brandon's father died when he was very young. He remembers him as a stern figure he was desperate to please but nothing more. On the other hand his mother is really sweet and caring. She never asked questions about him and Phillip and just accepted Phillip as part of the family, spoiling him and treating him as another son. The weeks spent at Mrs. Shaw's farm are some of the best moments in Phillip's life. Thanks to them he managed to associate new positive feelings with life on a farm and being surrounded by nature, a life that despite everything he deeply missed. Brandon understands Phillip's need to get out of the city, the chaos and the people and periodically organises little holidays for the two of them at his mother's farm.
Mrs. Wilson knows about Brandon and Phillip. When they hired her they of course kept it a secret but she was just too perceptive and not too long after she'd put two and two together. She didn't ask for any explanation, she didn't comment on it, she just started acting like she'd always known and her fondness and protectiveness over Brandon and Phillip did nothing but grow.
Brandon and Phillip adore her and often spoil her with gifts and little surprises.
Phillip started drinking as a way of coping with his trauma. The only way to stop his brain from shouting at him the hateful things his father used to shout was to drown it with alcohol and so he did. Phillip is also very anxious. He doesn't do well at social gatherings as Brandon and the others do. He's very reserved, he doesn't know how to do small talk and he hates having to smile and entertain people for hours. He leaves all that to Brandon while he uses alcohol to calm his nerves and fit in better.
Brandon doesn't like it when Phillip drinks too much and always tries to keep him in check. Every time Phillip pours himself a glass he can feel Brandon's eyes on him and that only makes him want to drink more. Phillip's drinking is one of the main causes of their biggest fights.
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The ga ming drawing streak goes hard..my 4th drawing of him technically
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mustangs-flames · 6 months
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start of the chapter 7 draft for Good Samaritan is going great you guys
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vole-mon-amour · 7 months
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Can't get over the fact that the real one turned out to be Misty after all. Vik, too, a bit, but Misty truly made it. You go get thg wild forest and those wild animals in Poland, girl. Way to go!
Also, no, I won't shut up how It's Rogue who started taking care of Nibbles. Another real one, a queen!! Heard of the auction and bought the baby boy to keep him safe. <3
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letoscrawls · 1 year
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On a side not how come all the mandalorians in this show are pretty
Like i have not seen an ugly mandalorian ever since starting this show wtf (the only ugly mandalorian was probably that dude working with Maul i do not remember his name. Oh and that prime minister guy i forgot his name as well. Anyways the bad mandalorians)
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Hello??????
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nebulousfishgills · 6 months
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I WAS CLOSE TO CRYING THIS WEEK I'M TERRIFIED ABOUT THE FINALE BRO
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jrhostile · 2 years
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Sirius, at Remus: you're so gay
Remus, tired of everyone's bullshit: gay isn't an insult
Sirius: I know
Sirius: but it is an excuse to kiss you
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Forever in love with the fact that Draluc went from "i'd literally rather bathe in acid and be corroded away into nothing than read your stupid little autobiography" to "Actually this book is really good and I'm really enjoying it; you're a good writer!" in a matter of days, and Ronaldo went from "You're stupid, you're stinky, I hate you, get out of here" to "Oh you complimented my writing? Well you're still stupid and stinky and you shouldn't be here. But here, have this bottle of the highest quality premium milk you can find on the market that I just happened to have lying around I guess" in a matter of minutes
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