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rxsesrise · 3 months
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blushweddinggowns · 9 months
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I'm all for the angsty overhearing a conversation trope where it's all sad because of a misunderstanding. But I also love the opposite. Overhearing a conversation where the other person is just singing their praises. Especially with Steve and Eddie.
Like Steve being very aware that he likes Eddie, but way too afraid of rejection to actually do anything about it. So he just pines away, and gets closer and closer to him with the full expectation of it never going anywhere. Until one day, he comes to pick Dustin up from Hellfire too early, and he can hear everyone talking through the door. About him. But mostly it's Eddie, his loud voice carrying across the room. And he's just raving about him, and somehow managing to bring him up in conversations that have nothing to do with him.
Do you remember that time Steve saved my life by shoving my guts back into my body? Yeah, that's the level of skill and luck you're going to need to survive this.
Did you guys know that Steve actually gave me this background music? He's weirdly knowledgeable about classical stuff. Isn't that cool? He's so smart and-oh, yeah, the merchant agrees to the deal.
So uh, is Steve maybe seeing anyone? He isn't right? Like he would tell me if he was, wouldn't he?
And he doesn't give a single fuck at the collective groaning of the group whenever he gets going, never failing to pull out the I almost Died saving the world with you card to get them to shut up. And by the time it actually ends, Steve is a glowing, blushing mess who can't stop smiling.
Or the other way around. With Eddie full on assuming he has 0 shot because Steve's, Steve.
The golden boy who could obviously never be into him like that, or any other guy for that matter. So he doesn't do anything about his feelings, he just hangs out with him more and more and falls for him more and more, waiting for the inevitable day when he gets a girlfriend and his fantasies could finally die. Except one day, he spends the night at Steve's, but he isn't in bed when he wakes up. He goes to find him, just to hear him downstairs loudly talking to Robin. Because neither of them know the concept of inside voices when they're together. And he waits at the top, listening in just for the fuck of it, but mostly because he doesn't want to interrupt.
"I just feel like bed sharing the way you guys do is gay as hell," Robin sighed, "Especially at your age. Also, should we even be talking about this with him in the house?"
And before Eddie has time to freak out over that and the possibility he's gotten caught with his feelings, Steve is already answering, "I know right? And don't worry about it, he sleeps like the dead. But I don't know what to do about it. He still hasn't done anything. Am I just reading this whole thing wrong?"
"Well you could try making the first move instead of trying to trick him into doing it," Robin tried.
"And ruin our friendship incase I'm wrong? Yeah, no. Besides, I go like, full dumbass around him when I'm nervous. He's too hot. I'd probably walk into a wall in the middle of professing my undying love."
"Yeah," Robin sighed, "You probably would."
And Eddie is just having a moment upstairs. A full on I think I may have to jump for joy moment. Or even, I think I'm five seconds away from squealing like a teenage girl moment.
Yeah, I like that shit.
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New Robin Tim: *Just sitting there happily watching the Incredibles with Dick and Bruce*
Dick and Bruce: *secretly watching Tim and glancing at each other every time Syndrome comes on screen*
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ineed-to-sleep · 2 years
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Well. I rewatched arcane
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re-artemis-polara · 2 years
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Cozy Glow
By Artemis-Polara
Deviantart   Twitter   Blogspot   Newgrounds   Pixiv    Discord
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myrandom-fandomlife · 10 months
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genuinely don’t get why people are acting like the rwrb movie cant be a little cringe
like it’s a romcom??? that’s what they do??
queer romance doesn’t always have to be serious and artful and sad
just let them be happy and in love and cutie and YES, CRINGEY
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hiphopcherrrypop · 11 months
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yippee!!!
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soup--champ · 1 month
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i miss them,,,,
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hiphoppitychopshop · 9 days
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Have you ever drawn Starbee? :00 heheheh
I ACTUALLY HAVE- I had made this for a Valentine’s Day exchange! I actually was very happy with the turnout :)
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bink-boink-bonk · 2 months
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What a cutie pie
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comet-forgot-you · 3 months
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repress
roommate!max fox x reader
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summary: max wants to do your makeup
warnings: none really, r thinks theres feelings for max, tension maybe, r is kinda introverted, i think thats all.
a/n: roommate max series? i think maybe. anyway shoutout to the middle pic for the inspiration for this. 😁😁 ive also never willingly worn makeup so like, i didnt know how to write the process, I TRIED MY BEST do not repost for any reason
rooming with max was… something. her personality completely differed from your own. she was outgoing, talked to people without much worry. you on the other hand, you rarely left your shared dorm and hardly talked to people unless they spoke to you first. it was almost a perfect balance.
max would always try and invite you to parties, all for which you politely declined. she was adamant, though. there was no party she went to that she didn’t invite you tag along with her. she wanted to spend more time with you outside of the dorm, she wanted to see you in different settings.
“i’m going to a party tonight, wanna come?” she asks from her spot on her bed.
“no, thank you, though.” you eyes had yet to tear away from the computer screen. you hear shuffling from behind you.
“c’mon, you need a break from that, just one party,” max says. you turn in your chair to look at the girl. she was sat on the edge of the bed, hands holding the sides.
“i need to finish this, i can take a small break, though,” you mutter, stretching your arms out. she stays still, bottom lip getting taken in between her teeth. max pushes herself off of her bed to stand in front of you.
“fine, if you don’t go to the party, at least just get dressed like you are.”
“why would i do that? its pointless.” max furrows her brows.
“its not pointless, it’ll give you a boost of confidence. i’ll do your makeup and help you pick something out, then you can take it off like it never happened.” you roll your eyes.
“youre not doing my makeup.” max frowns.
“why not? it’ll be so cute,” she mumbles, crossing her arms. “just a little bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow, i wont go too crazy, i promise.” you raise your brows and max juts her bottom lip out. you take a deep breath in.
“fine, but nothing too crazy.” max smiles, practically jumping at you to wrap her arms around your beck. she pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders.
“go sit on my bed, i’ll be right there.” you raise your brows and shes gone in an instant, going to retrieve her makeup. you let out a huff, what the fuck were you doing?
max is back before you’ve gotten up, eyebrows raised. “get on the bed.” you huff, pushing yourself from your chair and settling yourself on her bed. she sits across from you, setting the makeup she had retrieved in front of her. she leans across the distance between you, “close your eyes.” you’re quick to listen, eyes fluttering closed. she cups your chin to keep you in place. something presses against your eyelid, eyeliner, you think.
max lets out a huff of air, letting go of you. “this position is to awkward, get up real quick.” you open your eyes, brows furrowed slightly. you push yourself off of her bed and max rearranges her pillows. “okay, lay down here,” she says, getting off of her bed. you crawl on her bed, positioning yourself against her pillows. shes quick to follow after you, swinging a leg over your hips.
“what are you doing?” you ask, hands holding onto her hips subconsciously.
“shh, close your eyes,” she says, leaning forward. you do as she says, eyebrows furrowing. the tip of her eyeliner meets your eyelid again, gently running it across it.
shes so close, you can feel her breath against your face, her body so close to yours. you’ve never been so close to her before. brushing against each other in smaller spaces, crammed together in a booth, in your car, sure you’ve been close to her, but it was never this close.
she rubs her thumb over your eyebrows, “stop, you look stressed, its just makeup,” she mumbles. your eyebrows relax, muttering out an apology.
her hand rests on your forehead as she traces another line on your opposite eyelid. she smelt good, her hands soft on your face. she pulls back momentarily and you open your eyes to look at her. she leans over, grabbing her phone from its spot on her bed. it takes a fee moments before she’s turning the camera around to show you how you look.
“do you like it so far?” its simple, but it fits your features so well. you nod.
“yeah, looks good,” you mutter out. max smiles, flipping the phone back to her. she taps a few times and angles it above your face ever so slightly, and in seconds the flash goes off. you scrunch your face at the bright light and max groans.
“dont do that, i want to take a picture, you look pretty.” the compliment lets butterflies loose in your stomach. since when did that happen? you roll your eyes, hoping your heated cheeks didn’t give your inner thoughts away. max repositions her phone, this time rhetorically flash doesnt go off, and she quickly discards her phone to her side. she picks something up, a pencil you think, and she’s leaning back in.
your eyes study her features. her eyes, how they furrow in concentration as she traces your lips. her lips, they look soft, and for a moment, you wonder what they would feel like against your own. her eyelashes were coated with a thin layer of mascara. was she always so pretty?
“you’re staring.” her voice is quiet and she doesnt take her eyes away from your lips. you wait for her to let off of your lips to talk, not wanting to ruin her progress.
“what else am i supposed to do? you’re right in front of me,” you mumble. she smiles, averting her eyes from your own to focus on your lips. she applies a layer of lipstick. your lips feel weird with the additional layer, but you do nothing about. you cant tear your eyes away from her, the way she stares at your lips. you know its just for the purpose of applying the lipstick, but you cant help but want her to press her lips against your own.
she pulls back again, grabbing her phone to show you the end result. “hows it look?” she asks.
“its good.” you can barely even focus on your reflection. max smiles, snapping a picture of you before pushing herself off of you. you miss the heat of her body the second its gone, you miss her being so close. “thats all?” you ask, hoping it doesn’t sound as desperate to her as it did to you.
“yeah, told you i wasn’t going crazy with it,” she stands in front of your dresser. “lets get an outfit now.” you push yourself off of her bed, going to stand next to her as she goes through your drawers.
your mind raced a million miles an hour. it confused you how many times you had thought about kissing her in the small amount of time she spent in your lap, pressed against you. you’d never thought about max that way before, never really allowed yourself to look at her, to think about her, but now that it was forced, you almost wish you would’ve sooner.
you shake your head, ridding yourself of your thoughts. you couldn’t like max, you couldn’t let yourself like her, if thats what was happening. you were pretty sure max was only into guys, and even if she wasn’t, she was your roommate, and you really don’t want to make your living situation weird. you couldn’t like max.
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sayurinn · 2 days
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Got home from a party very drunk last night and somehow drew this 😭😭😭 I guess drunk drawings are sober headcanons so pls accept my Polnareff silly y2k earthtone fits :3 🤎⭐️
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Also another version of pol’s shirt and divorce 😔💔 idk why I drew that😭😭😭😭 i think it’s from a Pinterest screenshot…
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gascansposts · 1 month
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And…. Here are the human designs so far! I’m not sure what ethnicity to make Torbek, so defaulted to white for the ease of fluffy hair. I was thinking of making him also expiremented on duets his time in prison…. And also an idea of magic somehow spilling over into cowboy times and Torbek still getting his magic sauce. ANYWHO he was giving me huge depressed train conductor vibes so initial sketch had a silly hat on :)
Hootsie gets her hair done by her Uncles (gricko isn‘t good with thin white people hair yet) ((he’s practicing though!!!)) Hootsie also gets a nice little dress courtesy of Frost! She has a few cute outfits lovingly made by him, along with accessories gifted from the others. Kremy gives her a purple bow clip, Torbek finds a cute button on the ground he thought she’d like (she does) and Gideon makes her a little things idk I’m tired brah
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I’ll do colors tmrw or smthg *passes out*
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icarus-star · 6 months
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guyyssss clement was literally so cute why does nobody talk about him :(((
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dominicfikue · 1 month
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matt & nick fighting over snowy in today’s video was the funniest n cutest thing i’ve ever seen!! like i can’t :3. this is literally me rn :
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Am i the only one who gets really weirded out when people draw Oscar really young? Like technically there's nothing wrong with it but this isn't a twink, this is a sad alcoholic priest who's gotta be in his early to mid 40s, knocked out a murderer with a bed pan, told Arthur to cut his arm off in possibly the hottest way he could've, was very serious about the whole "you're my purpose and I'm gonna kill and die for you" thing, and told an extremely gruesome story about his past to Arthur on the first date and basically said "only thing I regret about it is that I left the fucker alive"...
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