#and story of tonight

[densewentz]

i dont know why this is such a foreign concept to people but you CAN actually have a fat character without them being slovenly, overly insecure, or the butt of every joke (self-deprecating or otherwise).

#feeling feral about it tonight #fat positivity #literally thats just another person my guy they can in fact behave like every other person in your show/movie/story #dense rants

[shwarmadillo]

literally how that conversation went down

#okay this is my last meme for tonight I think. time to go insane in my room for a bit #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens s2 #story time is boring time

[theresoneicouldcallking]

okay so can we all agree to be grown ups after tonight's episode?

if we don't get bi buck; don't go after the cast

if we do get bi buck but it's ambiguous; don't go after the cast

if we get bi buck but it's tommy-centered; don't go after the cast

if we get bi buck and there's nothing that points to eddie feeling the same way; don't go after the cast

if we get bi buck and somehow they go all in with buck/tommy; don't go after the cast

in short; DO NOT GO AFTER THE CAST because i'm going to assume you're a grown up too and you love the cast and they are not responsible for the scripts

#a coming out story is a STORY #ít's not told in one episode #it takes time #let's appreciate all they're doing #and even if it's not a coming out story then all of the actors are still doing their best #and oliver is so excited about tonight's episode so don't ruin that #also leave lou alone he also IS NOT RESPONSIBLE #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #oliver stark #ryan guzman #tommy kinard #911 #911 on abc #911 abc

[bamsara]

being an adult means we can buy or make as much self-indulgent shit (as we can afford) and unironically have trinkets of our fave things cause our teen years was bullied for liking things and hiding/denying we were ever neurodivergent to the point of suicide. sucks for anyone that thinks its weird cringe but I'm going to try and allow myself to love myself in little ways now

#wish i could tell younger me that i wasnt fucked up i was just autistic #even if youre not nd i still think having things you enjoy around you is important especially for your space #so i make a notable effort to get fandom stuff for my younger siblings now #like my lil sister thinks getting demon slayer stuff is cringe cause anime and what not (havent read it sorry) #but her face still lights up when i get her a pin for her #or a blind bag with a character keychain #and very slowly the self hatred and whatever it feels like that youre not allowed to like anything and that anything you like is bad #starts to diminish #my qpp is obsessed with birds and chickens and has so many trinkets around the house for it #or my friend who loves how pretty stained glass looks that his walls are covered in thrifted stain glass pieces #i know an elderly couple who are obsessed with star trek and they have a room in the house purely for shelves stacked with collectables #my friend's dad is so obsessed with spiderman that he has 3 walls full of figurines and posters and collectables that prob amoutn to tons #like i dont get it but i get it #maybe its because im sick rn but im in my head tonight about human loving things and stories and cocepts to the point of comfort #sara shush #ramble

[ghost-proofbaby]

when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!” 

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly. 

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.” 

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.” 

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed. 

But it hadn’t. 

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over. 

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon. 

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours. 

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving. 

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.” 

“And why would you ever do that?” 

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee. 

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.” 

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you. 

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well. 

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil. 

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?” 

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you. 

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose. 

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees. 

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more. 

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner. 

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?” 

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it. 

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.” 

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this. 

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least. 

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed. 

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?” 

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically. 

He wants you to kiss him. 

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too. 

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose. 

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him. 

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.” 

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him. 

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out. 

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?” 

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss. 

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life. 

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #i want eddie to win me an ugly arcade ring thanks #also reader falling in love within a month of properly knowing eddie is so real #me too baby me fuckin too #on one tonight idk #let's gooo <3

[kabingo]

forever obsessed with her

#the ending of six of crows gave me whiplash #had to draw her happy to make up for it #wish me luck im starting crooked kingdom tonight #if the whole story isn;t about inej getting everything she wants and being treated amazingly the whole time i will riot #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #six of crows fanart #my art

[thousand-winters]

Love that they let Abby swear for the first time in the story of WTNV to talk about a mother that was physically there but dead in all the ways that mattered, and a father that was dead but vaguely present in a way that didn't mean anything for a pair of kids that were trying to survive.

#loving the energy tonight #welcome to night vale #wtnv #welcome to night vale spoilers #wtnv spoilers #246 - a story about him #abby palmer

[canonicallyanxious]

[neverafter episode 9 spoilers]

everything about ylfa's flashback scene made me feel fucking insane. the wolf is death and the ending of stories. the wolf ate ylfa's grandmother because it was time for her story to end. but for whatever reason it's not time for ylfa's end. for whatever reason the wolf wanted ylfa to live. the wolf ate the grandmother so that she could die, and ylfa ate the wolf so that she could live. the wolf wanted ylfa to live, and at the deepest core of herself she wants to live too. i'm scratching at the WALLS. LIKE "i met death and death wants me to live" EMILY SAID IT SO CASUALLY BUT LOWKEY THAT'S THE RAWEST SHIT I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE!

also though you need to eat to live and the consumption of stories to stay alive beyond the end of your own story... i am Thinking...

#sarah.txt #dimension 20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #idk why eating/consumption as a theme has been making me feel so unhinged lately but they really got me with this one #god there was so much shit that happened in this episode that was METAL AS HELL #if i let myself talk about it i just won't go to bed tonight and like i'm sleepy skfnskdjfnsd but holy shit. #but also like... this consensual consumption in ylfa's story #like. the wolf let ylfa eat him. the wolf WANTED ylfa to eat him. #versus the stepmother erasing 'or perhaps consuming' her own story and everything inside of her trying to claw its way out. phew. #consumption gave them both power but in such different ways! godDAMN! #d20 meta #story meta

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I love having a successful writing blog that makes people believe I'm a successful writer. Like, got ya! I have fooled you all into believing I actually come up with words in any kind of order.

#it's that imposter syndrome for me #i mean prompts are writing too #but no long stories are being written here #writing community #writers on tumblr #writeblr #i'm going to write something tonight #a few words at least #agirlnamedjana #writing encouragement

[intotheelliwoods]

Have a goober pop tart :D

GOOBER POPTART-

#IM LOVE HIM #ah yes just what I needed tonight tysm!!!! #2 arms left fanart #lil fella #cherishes the goober poptart #holds him #tucks him into bed #reads him a bedtime story

[heckitall]

back - next

its the

FINAL

COUNT DOWN

bah-da-da-dah

da-dah-da

anyway finally the reddish hue boys

it was so so hard to not make the bg any busier

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #armageddonnie #rise raphael #rise michelangelo #name DROP #so there's only one page left but im hesitant to call it a quote unquote part #the rest of the story gets resolved around other story lines/comics #howevvvveerrr the next comic i got in my pocket goes back in time BEFORe this happens #a prequel #if you will #uhhh maybe tonight i'll fix my master post so everything is in order #im scared to move the links and having them all get broked #uhhhhh #okay thats all i have to say lmao #heck draws

[cinamun]

The Graduates | Next

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #corny last line? #perhaps #but your writer friend is corny #so it fits #lmfao #I'm so happy for Sean y'all #I hope he gets some good head tonight #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #ch24

[secretsimpleness]

Bad dreams again? Who’s on watch tonight, with time to comfort you? HoF Surana, All The Companions Except One / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

#sooo. what do ya wanna do? #diss the archdemon's fashion sense with alistair? #listen to leliana tell stories about the stars? #act as furniture for the dog? #have a taste from oghren's home brew? #have zevran teach you to whittle? #try out jewellery with morrigan? #listen to sten berate your nightmares for being cowardly? #play cards with wynne? #pick out the shiniest rocks for shale? #you decide tonight #happy dragon 4ge day #(now for the boring tags) #bioware #d4day #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fan art #dragon age companions #surana #warden surana #hero of ferelden #bad dreams #self indulgent #I've had this idea in my sketchbook for so many years and FINALLY #this year is the year #the secret companion didn't get to join the fun - because I've... never recruited him... yet;;

[wavebiders]

Feeling very insane about the fact that, in a way, being a bad Sharran is what saves Shadowheart in the end

Because like. She's not supposed to be bad at keeping secrets. She's not supposed to be vulnerable, kind, or hopeful. She's not supposed to get attached to anything or anyone

Yet, it's these things that allow her to get close to the pc and the group as a whole. The more she fails to keep Shar's secrets the more she opens up to you, and the more she opens up to you the more you have the chance to build a relationship with her, and it's through having that relationship that she finds the courage to defy Shar

If she had been a better Sharran she never would have built that bond at all, she wouldn't have felt safe to make the decision she did, and probably no one would have trusted her enough to let her decide to begin with

Shadowheart is saved because she is loved, and Shadowheart is loved because she cannot stop being herself no matter how hard she tries

#shadowheart #bg3 #feeling very queer about Shadowheart in this chilli's tonight #anyway obviously this is very geared towards a specific version of her quest but I think it's the most common one and the one I like best #so shhhh #I think she's the only companion where having a good relationship with her directly affects her story in that way #Lae'zel will turn against Vlaakith mostly through getting the facts #Astarion needs you to persuade him and/or get in his head #but Shadowheart needs to feel loved #that's all she ever wanted from Shar anyway #it's so rewarding when she instead finds it with people that don't ask her to be something she's not #(also why her romance so much to her plot even without locking too much content behind it but that's another post)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple more of my Guys <3 i need to start putting them all in fun outfits. also i need to draw them more the brainrot is Real

#by them i mean the Cast not just these two #my beloved idiots and weirdos.... hng.... #need to draw them in outfits and Places and Situations- #one thing i really wanna do is assign them all a tarot card #and then Make a lil card for each one. i think that would be fun... #scribble salad #forced idiots <3 #oc #original character #ocs #original characters #man maybe... maybe i'll double down on the story building tonight... maybe That's what i'll do #theyre calling me!!!

[arohuacheng]

imagining the story from pei ming's perspective is rlly funny i think. this god from all that time ago ascends again (you were there for the first two times) and immediately waltzes into a situation that fucks something up for your descendant (putting both of your reputations on the line, messing up how hard your descendant worked to become a god and how hard you worked to ensure that he would have that chance) and then refuses to let you smooth the situation out and on TOP of that your friend's little sister (who hates you and who you are trying to look out for by request of your friend) is on your case about it too. so you've gotta work all that out and then like. you chill for a little bit (still kind of upset about your descendant) until your friend undergoes a heavenly calamity. and then in the space of like A Day the god from earlier shows up again with a fucking ghost king, your friend dies, the little sister you're supposed to be looking out for disappears, and everything just kinda goes to shit. so you're like. grieving. trying to process everything. until your OTHER close friend goes off the fucking rails with the spirit of that guy she murdered, and then you get called out to the spooky ghost mountain where you're confronted with the girl whose death YOU were essentially responsible for and have never really come to terms with, and then like. you just kind of hang out with these gay people until everything resolves itself. fight some ghosts. fight the heavenly emperor. get your friend to stop being evil for a little while so she can fix the filing systems. and then you just have to keep being the god of love i guess

#characters who are so related and yet so unrelated to the story my beloveds #is he really necessary to the story. no! he's so essential to me though #nobody talks about the tragedy of the three tumors... i know it's cause they're awful but c'mon guys... #these three people who only have each other... pei ming losing both of them one after another in their own way... #i think he's probably pretty chill about ling wen being evil. i don't remember how he responds but i don't think he's that worried. #but still. that's two for two on the 'people i care about getting fucked up somehow' list #and then the kid that you're supposed to be emergency older brother to fucking DISAPPEARS. #so you can't even follow through on your promise to your dead friend... #shaking my computer. do you all understand how i feel #pei ming posting tonight. so many thoughts but so little expressed in the pei ming posting #too sleempy... will return to thoughts later #i am going to become the pei ming poster of all time. just watch me #talking #tgcf #pei ming #tian guan ci fu