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Frank better hope there’s never any rogue letters fluttering around his living room anytime soon…
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Steve cannot believe this. He is humiliated on an entirely new level. He has fought literal MONSTERS and looked death in the eye more times than he is comfortable to count and yet... and yet here is is. Fighting a literal child. How did he even get here?
Steve takes a deep breath, opens his fridge and takes out 2 soda cans. He slowly makes his way back to his living room where everyone is watching some movie that he hasn't even payed attention to because he has been too busy glaring at a kid. He really should be ashamed, but more than anything he is irritated.
Steve's main pain point in life is one Mike Wheeler. This kid is doing ANYTHING within his power to get him as far away from Eddie as possible. Steve already knew that he wasn't Mike's favorite person but still... this was beyond ridiculous.
Steve had originally planned for a movie night with Eddie and Eddie ALONE. But somehow, it suddenly turned into a movie night with the entire party. He heard from Dustin's loose lips that Eddie had made an off comment about today and suddenly Mike had invited everyone over. Eddie had actually looked sheepish about it. He didn't want to impose on Steve like this, but once the gremlins had something in their head it was impossible to get them to stop. Hence why literally everyone was now piled up on the Harrington living room. Steve understood of course, he has had his fair share of ruined plans thanks to the kids, he couldn't blame Eddie. He knew perfectly well whose fault it was. Still, he tried to make the best of it. He could still pull some moves right? It was dark, they would be in close quarters, and during a scary movie?? Perfect scenario to get some of the ol' Harrington charm on. So as casually as he could, he started getting everyone seated, leaving him and Eddie on the loveseat at the back. And at first, it was great. Eddie would get reaaaally close, little comments leaving his mouth that lingered on Steve's cheek, he was so close. God he had missed this feeling so much. The quick heart rate, the tingling on his skin where their arms met, the butterflies on his stomach.. even the hot flush that took over his neck when Eddie winked at him after a particularly lewd comment. He was about to make the typical douche move and put his arm behind the couch when... "Steve" ... "Steve!" "What!?" "I'm hungry" "Go get some snacks then Wheeler" "I don't want to touch something that i'm not supposed to dude" Steve sighed deeply, rolling his eyes before getting up to the kitchen. He might as well make some for everyone right? He quickly got some pop corn and some chips into bowls and walked out of the kitchen, everyone still enraptured by the movie. Everyone but Mike Wheeler. Who had moved from his place on the puppy pile on the floor, to HIS place next to Eddie. "Wheeler, come take your food" "Can't you just pass it over?" "You're in mi seat..." "What are you? 12?" "Aren't you??" "SHHHHHHH! Shut up man we're trying to watch something here!!" Both of them cringed and apologized quickly. Steve looked back to Mike who was now watching Eddie with huge eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. The reaction was immediate: irritation, jealousy and incredulity. The little shit really had gotten Steve out of Eddie's vicinity, taken Steve's place thinking what?? that he had a shot?? or was he just lowering Steves chances??? Just when Steve thought this could not get worse, he was not internally cursing a child for being next to his crush, he wasn't... ..the little shit had the absolute audacity to smirk at him??? while slowly leaning onto Eddies shoulder at that?!? Oh. Oh no. Oh now it was ON.
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lucy-moderatz · 5 months
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Well, look at the bright side. He's got more room in his Jockey shorts.
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outism-had-a-purpose · 10 months
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Imagine if Telemachus looked a bit like Sinclair. Would retranslate all of Outis interactions with latter.
Girl is living the 'harsh emotionally distant dad' life vicariously through her 19 year old coworker who is probably the same age as her son who she probably hasn't seen ever since he was a tot. To Páthos Máthos or sumthin
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atopvisenyashill · 1 month
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Some of the Greens are crazy. Oh Rhaenyra doesn't deserve the throne because she was a spoiled little girl that always hid behind daddy. She didn't 'earn' her position as heir. Like due, it is a medieval world and Aegon (the teenage drunk rapist) only is considered a king because he has a dick. Like even if Rhaenyra dutifully 'suffered', it still wouldn't affect her right to the throne one way or the other.
yeah, i mean i definitely have joked (i hope everyone realizes i'm joking, i do Not believe in the divine right of kings and generally i think most rich people should be [redacted]) about being ~deserving of power or whatever, but that's more in a narrative context (ie, Bran is on a Hero's Journey and He Will Earn His Ending Narratively, not that I actually believe he is divinely chosen - because he is but as we see in the cave in the true north, being divinely chosen isn't a good thing because the gods do not give a shit about you they want to eat you.
and definitely the most insane thing about hotd discourse (or one of the most insane things) is that people will really genuinely talk about rhaenyra not deserving the throne because she's ~spoiled~ and aegon has the right because he's the boy. and before someone argues "well actually we're saying-" no, i'm saying there are some crazy ass people who will genuinely sit there and argue with you that male primogeniture should be respected it is mind boggling.
but even beyond that, i find the "rhaenyra is spoiled she doesn't deserve it" thing to be a really disingenuous way of framing the whole conflict. first of all, No One Deserves To Be King Or Queen, nor, as you say, is something like that earned it's inherited. She doesn't need to earn it, she was chosen by her father and that's the end of the conversation because that's how shit like that works. and if you want to contrast that with the other people who are in the line of succession - whomst exactly "deserves" power? Aemond??? Daeron?????? "oh well Helaena" cool so you're saying women should in fact be included in the line of succession???? like, what a stupid way of framing this whole thing lmao, the only character who even marginally "deserves" power is like, jacaerys and rhaenys and corlys (and helaena) because when given power they don't immediately use it to brutally torment other people but when you say "jace would be a good ruler" people just focus in on the bastard thing and then I just kinda stop paying attention lajdsf. and beyond that, like, the heir isn't "hiding behind daddy" she is attempting to turn to her own damn father for help and that should be fine, actually??? to ask your goddamn dad who put you in this position to go "hey i need backup."
anyways yeah, every time someone is like "well the war is right rhaenyra doesn't deserve to be queen" neither did jaehaerys' bitch ass but he was the next oldest and got the throne because, ya know, deserve has very little to do with legal authority!
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ooklet · 8 months
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my villain origin story is pantry moths
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*pushes "Ask Me About Snails AU" button*
How's the boy coping with the fact his sister is gone into a dimension he most likely doesn't even know about. Sunset went into the mirror when he was - what, 10? 5? (<- bad at pony ages), - so that's bound to hurt, unless she tampered with his memories beforehand; or she went before he could even remember her
Don't even get me started on how well Sunset is dealing with the fact her Human Bro isn't her Actual Bro. Well, he kinda is, but not, and it's such dissonance source. Nice fake memories to nod along to here, Sunset
VIBRATIN.G . you are speaking my language.
so this is unfortunately a au(?) ive been gently nursing since i was a babychild fixating on mlp.
long story short he is certain shes fine even though everyone is telling him she is probably dead (he knew she was scary powerful. she was celestia's personal student, for, uh, celestia's sake!). celestia is annoyingly cryptic about the whole thing (she knows sunset went into another dimension of course but all she will tell her poor family is ohhh shes uhhhh not with us anymore. to avoid any normies going THERES ANOTHER DIMENSION? so everyone just thinks she died or something ): except snails who KNOWS BETTER. (and snips who maybe half believes him, and kind of thinks he's just in denial, but what does he know? they were both Infants when she disappeared).)
snails tracks down and recruits a very bitter trixie to go figure out wtf happened (i made this au before trixie became a main character) and they tear spacetime asunder and blast celestia's influence into the ground together
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esprei · 2 years
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How do you think Ingo and Emmet would have reacted from aftermath of the anesthesia from getting their wisdom teeth removed? I recently got mine out and the thought of how each twin being forced to "babysit" the other made me laugh. Don't know where I'm going with this but thought it was funny anyway.
ohhhh.... OHHHHH
oh this is such a hilarious scenario to imagine what i would love to think is that ingo says rrrrreally embarrassing things after he's been under and emmet records every second - he still takes care of his brother of course, but he's laughing inside the whole time (maybe he even encourages it too, gets ingo to say really embarrassing things so he gets good material) as for emmet he tries to open the car door at least five times while ingo is driving him home and almost gives ingo five heart attacks (thankfully they make it home safe)
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blunderpuff · 5 months
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my mom hates the house, hates the neighborhood (can't walk to anything/have to get in the car for everything), can't find stuff she packed, doesn't have good places to put her stuff, her big desk doesn't fit in the "office alcove", the cat is days away from being put down and so he's clingy and sad...
MA'AM. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS DESPERATE TO MOVE. BUYING THIS HOUSE HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE JULY OF THIS YEAR. "MOVING" AS A CONCEPT HAS BEEN THE SUBTITLE OF MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS. YOU DO NOT GET TO BE A PISSY TODDLER NOW. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR DOING.
#the secret world of merry mac#and she keeps yelling at Arthur to leave her alone but he's fucking dying. he barely eats and he's cold and has balance issues#the poor cat is existing in his final week on this planet and she's just mad at him and taking it out on him#i have basically no furniture (none of it matched and so i didn't mind giving it away/selling it)#so that means my things are all shoved into precariously stacked boxes and i'm sleeping on an army cot#i'm depressed too!! i left a decent paying job doing something i really liked! i would have been fine moving to a different house in town!!#she wanted (1) trader joe's (2) kaiser permanente and (3) her own swimming pool#she got (1) trader joe's 2 freeways/30m drive away (2) no kaiser and (3) no pool#this is how we always move; my mom gets the itch and then we leave. it's not that she wants to move TO somwhere-- it's just AWAY from here#(wherever 'here' is)#so i spent my entire last paycheck on furniture that won't even be here for a week or more#i also hate the (brand new) fridge that came with the house. it's a side-by-side and it's simultaneously stupidly spacious#but also the space is used in such a stupid way that you can't even lay a frozen pizza flat on a freezer shelf#she also collects screws/nuts/bolts/nails/washers like a fucking magpie and so no two are the same#and she doesn't use the correct things for the job and she just put two ROOFING NAILS into the wall to hold a magnet board up#she sucks at home repair (made worse by the aforementioned WRONG TOOLS FOR THE JOB) and so everything is done#with extreme frustration and it turns out half-assed and looks bad#she doesn't wait and/or think about where she wants stuff to go so she's just spent the afternoon hanging things up badly#and the house is going to look like it was decorated by some clown who needs to hang every piece of art they own all at once#we have picture rails so we can swap artwork/photos according to mood/season/etc but no... she just puts EVERYTHING out all at once#anyway i'm so sad and tired and frustrated and angry and it feels really unfair to keep my mouth shut when she says 'i wish we never moved!
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jockbots · 2 years
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maeglin simping hours!!!
maeglin looks like fingon from behind
most of all when he does his hair for gatherings and balls
i like to think maeglin keeps his hair short (abt chin length) bc of tribal tradition (re: that piece of art by ted nesmith of eol wit a bowl cut lol) and bc of practical forgings reasons
but for celebrations to b more like his noldor kin he plates in extentions and curls them with string, puts it up in a decidant manner and dresses finely for manners of court and kingdom
and from behind, at his height, with his hair long and dark, blue robes of their house, gold ornaments in his hair, turgon actually rushes up to him thinking that his brother has found his way to him only to find his nephew looking up at him with startled dark eyes
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sysig · 1 year
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Flirting over flowers 🌻 (Patreon)
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mmmmuffins · 10 months
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you meet the worlds most misogynistic person and its literally your mother
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hanabeeri · 5 months
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okay i dont drink anymore but i feel like singing metal gear songs would be so much fun after some cocktails ahaha
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dirt-str1der · 1 year
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Work has ruined me i literally cannot enjoy playing yakuza because of my stomachache like fuck you ....
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umbralaether · 2 years
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Softly pulling your wrist to pull you closer to them.
It was rare for her to wake in the middle of the night and find the space next to her empty and cold. Thancred usually slept like the dead, body draped over hers, a comforting weight that chased away bad dreams and racing thoughts. She sits up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and slips out of bed. The house is lit only by the fireplace still hanging onto life in the living room, but the usual quiet is replaced by the soft shink of metal on metal.
“Thancred?” She approaches his shadowed figure on the couch.
He doesn’t look up when she sits beside him, but the rhythm he made while honing his daggers is interrupted. He lets out a shaky exhale, “I’m fine, Eisha, just… go back to sleep.”
She settles further onto the couch, “No. Not until you tell me why you’re doing this at three in the morning.”
He remains silent for a few moments, and then a few moments longer, until he’s stopped working on the blade completely and sets it on the table.
“When that Ascian possessed me… I’ll never forget that feeling of hatred he had for you. It felt real, as though it were my own,” when he meets her gaze, she sees how haunted he looks, “I’ll hear that voice in my dreams sometimes, that he wants to hurt you, wants me to hurt you and I just….” He shakes his head, “I fear that I’ll lose myself again.”
This confession was not an easy one, she can tell in the way he drops his gaze once more and stares at his own hands as if they are tainted. How long has he tortured himself with this?
“Oh, Thancred, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Lahabrea is gone, will never be able to hurt you again,” she notices his flinch at the name, “And I know in my heart you’d never do anything to hurt me.” She reaches for his wrist, to pull him closer to her.
He resists at first, as if he wants to deny himself comfort for past deeds long forgiven. She rubs soothing circles on the inside of his wrist instead; patient, waiting for him to push her away if he truly needed. Eventually, she sees him visibly relax a little, enough for her to pull him close. She lays back on the couch, letting him lay on top of her. He wraps his arms around her, burying his face into the crook of her neck.
She knew he preferred it like this, holding her close like she would disappear if he didn’t.
She runs her fingers through his hair, the long locks soft against her fingertips. She repeats this motion, over and over.
“You don’t have to suffer this alone, Thancred. If I’m asleep, you wake me. If we’re apart, you call me.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
He responds by tightening his grip, placing a kiss against her collarbone. They remain in each other’s arms, the crackling of the fire the only noise to rival the silence. When she’s certain he’s drifted to sleep, she whispers a soft I love you.
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dylanconrique · 10 months
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GUUUYYS!!!!! i was doing some cleaning up and stumbled across a photo album with this picture in it lol. i look like a transformer. 😂😂
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