#grammar who?

[ds29gurl2]

Me: I love being exhausted at the end of each day, trying to be normal.

Narrator: She in fact did not love killing herself to be normal but had to because neurotypicals think silence and no eye contact is shady, spineless, or "antisocial". This has, historically, cost neurodivergent people jobs and relationships from people who do no try to understand them but expect understanding for their own failures.

#me asf #auditory processing problems #mental health #self love #infp #self improvement #anxiety relief #be yourself #adhd #grammar who? #run on sentence where?

[buqbite]

Need to add an extra button on ko-fi where for every time you call me a yj kinnie you need to send me 5 bucks

#grammar who? #txt

[wixterirox]

wait if Neil moved the family because he wanted to keep Billy away from his mom and those happy memories

and Billy and Max blame each other for the move

do you think what prompted the move was Max asked Billy about his mom and he told Max about her and showed her pictures and somehow Neil found out about that?

#grammar who? #billy hargrove #they both blame each other cause neil pitted them against each other

[dilxcs]

sometimes i’d like to get back to writing like i used to, but then i read my wips and i realize how much shittier my writing has become🧎

#my creativity really went: 📉 #as well as my writing #vocabulary who? #grammar who? #story plot and character building who? #𐂴 — senn.stfu [🗝]

[wyldflowers]

A copy/paste from my digital journal

Oh heavy work days where things get all of a sudden fucking intense from 1-3:30pm and my boss is out of office and I have to figure shit out that takes hours rather than him taking seconds & then I finally sort it all out (for the most part) and can do the rest of my shit later or never —- I dunno what to do with myself. I start work not wanting to work, and then I end work wanting to work. Because I got uncomfortably comfortable I guess? Who knows.

When I got a little more chill, I took a Valium I had stored away and went and jumped on the trampoline to some metal songs. Felt good. I am getting better at back flips and back hand spring back tucks and front walkovers.

I came here to this app I swore I wouldn’t use because I’m laying on the bed with “nothing to do” (there are so many things to do the limit does not exist) but knew I’d get tired of writing in my real journal so maybe I will use this app after all.

I don’t want a digital journal though. So I’ll just write here and then print it out and then glue or tape it in my pretty vintage looking but not vintage journal and then copy/paste it to my Tumblr and do it all ass backwards trying to fit in my analog soul into this digital world.

#grammar WHO?

[theforeverdyingperson]

Omg this took forever to write. 🥲Enjoy! (Warning! God awful grammar ahead)

Promise?

“Who are y-“ The man gets cut off.

“I love you so much!”

The man looks down at the brunet girl hugging and sobbing into his chest. He was just going to a coffee shop…

“I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong person…” He says, trying to pry her off.

“James?” She said, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“Because,” she took a deep breath, trying to steady her sobs. “You do know me! I know you, it’s just… it’s complicated!” She hangs her head low, putting her hands on her face and starts crying again.

He stands there dumbfounded, not know what to do to with the crying girl in the middle of the side walk.

“Are you ok? Are you in trouble?” He asked, glancing around at all the snoopy people who can’t mind their own business.

“Yes, no! I don’t know, I need help. You’re the only one who can help me! I’m stuck in a time loop, and I can’t figure out how to get out, and your helping me, and I don’t know what to do, and I’m so t-“ He cuts her off this time.

“Hey, hey. How about we go get some coffee, get some food in you, and you can explain it then.”

He didn’t know why he said it, he just had this gut feeling that he should help her.

She looks up at him, and has this bright smile on her face. “There you are.” She says with tears flowing down her cheeks.

He looked down at her, puzzled, but put his hand on her back and led her to the coffee shop.

==================================

“Welcome in!” The bartender yelled, too preoccupied with orders to glance up.

“Pick something out, it’s on me.” James said, reaching for his wallet.

“Ok, oh but don’t get the macchiato, they’ll mess it up” she says nonchalantly.

He glances down at her, what does she know?

“Hi, what can I get goin for you today?” The bartender says.

“I’ll have the macchiato,” he glances at her. “And whatever she wants.”

She glances back, but turned back to the bartender. “I’ll have a coffee, black.” She orders.

“Coming right up!” He says after James gets done paying.

“You don’t strike me as a black coffee kinda gal,” James says, sitting down in one of the chairs at a table. He’s horrible at small talk.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to sleep, constantly trying to figure this whole thing out…” she says, tears welling up again.

“What is going on? I’ll help.” Again, he had that gut feeling. She smiles again, he notices her dimples.

Cute, he thought.

“Ok, it’s a lot to explain.” She said, putting her head in her hands.

“I’ve got time.” He said, curiosity keeping him seated.

And so she did explain, and for the whole 30 minutes, his jaw never left the floor.

“So you’re telling me,” he sighed. “That your stuck in a- a time loop, and your close to figuring it out, but you need my help? Why me?”

“Again, you’re the only one who helps me, over and over again.” She says.

“Ok,” James checks his watch, 1:28. “What do you need help with?”

“You have engineering skills, I’m going to need those.” She says, eyeing the coffee finally coming there way.

“Enjoy,” the waiter mumbles.

He takes a sip and nearly chokes it out. Hacking out the awful taste of coffee from his throat.

“That’s awful!” He exclaims. “Wait, didn’t you…”

“Yup, still do, but every time you don’t listen.” She says while rolling her eyes. Taking a sip of her coffee, the gets back to explaining.

“So, as I said before. I accidentally activated this machine, that I’m guessing is what is causing my time loops, and it got destroyed. I need you to do your little nerd thing and fix it so we can shut it off”

“Ok… do you know where it is?” He asked. Sounds like a lot of work…

“Ya, we found that out on loop 16”

“16? What look are we on now?” She’s been at this for 16 days?

“Loop 53.” She says tiredly.

His eyes widened at her response. “But I’m sure that it’s going to work this time!” This time?

“Ok,” he said with a sigh. “Lead the way.”

==================================

“So this is the place?” He said, stretching from the hours in his car. It was a 5 hour drive to the middle of nowhere, the only thing he could see for miles was this box of a building.

“Yup,” She seemed unimpressed. Most likely from the dozens of times she been here.

The sun had already set, it was getting late. He wondered when the loop started over again, surely midnight.

“I’m guessing the loop starts over at midnight?”

“Yeah, but we’re doing good on time! I think.” She seemed scared.

What is this gut feeling? I feel like I should console her.

“Hey,” he wrapped his arms around her. “We’re gonna do it this time, I can feel it”

“That’s what you said the last 8 times.” She said hugging him back. “But I still believe you.”

They stood there for awhile, both knew that time was ticking, but neither of them wanted to move.

He felt this pang in his heart, it feels like he knows her, he just has no memory. He doesn’t know her favorite color, her favorite food, heck he doesn’t even know her name. Yet her knows her. He feels the need to help her, to protect her, to get her out of this.

“Let’s get this done,” he finally says. “Let’s fix this so you can go back to normal.” He squeezes her in the hug then lets go, going towards the door.

“The machine is on your left,” she mentions. “It’s really damaged, I don’t know what happened.” She walks in front of it, staring at it as if to intimidate it.

“Let me get some of my tools out of the car and I’ll take a look.” He said while walking towards the door. She sat down, knees to her chest, and smiled up at him. She had this vulnerable look, curled up in a ball, glassy eyes that never seem to leave. He got that pang in his heart again, all he wants to do is fix it. Fix everything, help her out of this. Even if she is a stranger.

He finally turned and made his way to his car. Who was this girl?

He came back inside the building, his tool back in his hands. His heart on his sleeve.

He stopped at the entrance of the disheveled room, she was still there, curled up like a lost kid, but she was crying now.

She hadn’t noticed him, so he took a minute to get a better look at her. She had a dirty shirt on, knotted hair, her pants had rips in them. She looked horrible.

The way she slouched, head rested on her knees, body close to limp. She looked exhausted.

The way she didn’t mind crying in front of him, how she wasn’t in a rush, which she should be, how she didn’t care about her appearance. She looked hopeless, like she was never going to get out.

He fully stepped into the room, finally making his appearance known. She looked up and gave a smile. Fake. He thought.

“I’ll have a look at the machine, see what I can do.” He sat down his bag, and started to fidget with the hunk of metal.

While he did, she got to look at him. She knew he was staring at her, he did that the last few times. And she had gotten a good look at him too, but she still couldn’t help herself.

The way he concentrated on what he was working on, how he scrunched his nose when coming across a problem, or when he would shoot his eyebrows up when he fixed it, displaying his gorgeous smile.

It was hard not to fall in love with him, not when he was the only one to help her. She had spent the first few days trying to get help, after she figured out what was going on.

She was so scared, she didn’t know what to do. The world just kept repeating, everything but her.

Then she met James, he was walking to a coffee shop, again. He actually listened to her, helped her, was kind to her. Everyone else thought she was going crazy, on crack, but not him.

He snapped her out of her thoughts, as she expected. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Charlotte”

“That’s a beautiful name.” He says, trying to fill the silence.

“Thanks.”

The silence continued. She continued to stare at him, thinking more and more. You would think that all the time she’s spent with him, day after day she wouldn’t have anything else to think about, but she somehow thought of something.

Suddenly, a roaring sound echoed through the room. She refocused and saw he had started an engine.

“We need to let this run for awhile, until then I can’t do anything. I won’t know what to fix if I don’t know what’s broken. So now we wait.”

He sat down next to her, leaning against the wall. “How long do you think it will take?” She asks, worry obvious in her voice.

He looked at his watch. 9:47.

“Hopefully not too long” he sighs. “Maybe an hour or two? It’s a big machine to charge. It’s 9:47 right now.”

Had she really been thinking about him for three hours? Last time it was only two…

“So,” he said, leaning his head back. “Tell me about yourself.” And thats what she did, for a long time.

She told him her hobbies, her job, her background, how *cough* single she was. *cough*

And he found himself to become even more fond of her. Not just at how beautiful she was, but how smart and kind she was. He loved just talking to her.

After while, it got cold, bone chilling really. So what was the reasonable thing to do with a stranger? They snuggled up.

James had found a piece of cardboard from the rubble and laid down on it. He opened his arms wide and waited for Charlotte to lay on top. Once she did, he wrapped his jacket around her and relaxed.

But while he was absentmindedly playing with her hair, which felt so good, she was thinking. Overthinking would be the correct term.

What if this didn’t work? What if we ran out of time again? What if it’s non reversible?

She didn’t even know she was crying until James hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head up to meet his.

“You ok?” He said, brushing the tears of her cheeks. “Ya,” her voice came out wavy. “I’m just worried. What if this doesn’t work?” She lays her head back on his chest, sniffing while trying to get the tears to stop.

“It will, I promise.” Promise. Is it really a promise if the day keeps looping? If he won’t remember any of this? Yet every day, every loop, he promised the same thing.

==================================

He didn’t want to get up, but he knew he had to. He looked down at Charlotte, who was asleep on top of him. It looked like the first sleep she had gotten in a while. He checked his watch again, 11:09. It had just finished charging, he could finally work on it.

He managed to slip out from under her and get to work.

It was only 20 minutes later that she woke up, looking at the semi rebuilt machine.

“What time is it?” She asked, sitting up and crawling towards James.

He looked down briefly. “11:32” he was hyper focused on the machine, with his cute little focused face.

“Is there anything I can do?” No, but thank you!

“No, but thank you!” She knew there was nothing, but she still tried every time.

“Actually,” That was different.

“Come here and help hold this wire,” that was very different! What if this was it? The final loop?

She jumped up and sprinted over there. After that, everything was different. While she helped him, she couldn’t help but have a smile on her face. Her heart going faster than it has the past few months.

“Ok,” James said after about 15 minutes of working. “Let’s do it, if it doesn’t work, then we’ll have to try again next time…” his face was pale with stress. It was 11:48. They only had one shot at this.

“Do it.” Charlotte said, stress and hope lacing her voice. James pushed a few buttons, kicked a few things, then finally, pulled a lever.

He stepped back, hands out like it might pounce at him. Silence.

Nothing happened. His shoulders dropped, he ran towards it and started hitting buttons.

“No no no nononono!” He did all the buttons again, kicking again, the lever again. But still, nothing happened.

“NO!” He banged his fists on the metal, not caring about the pain.

“It should have worked! Why didn’t it work!?” He was so angry he barely notice a teary eyed Charlotte beside him.

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be ok! We will get it next time! I’m sure of it! I’m so so sorry.” He put his head on her shoulder, embracing her in a hug.

“It’s not your fault” she managed to say. “It’s ok! It’ll be ok, I hope…” she let the sobs rack through her.

“Hey, please don’t cry. Let’s spend the last few minutes happy, ok?” He said, lifted her chin up. She nodded, catching her breath, and staring up at him.

He cupped her cheek, whipping of tears with his thumb. “Remember what you said earlier today?” He said, trying not to get lost in her eyes.

“I said a lot of things.” She chuckled.

“When you ran up to me?” He said, smiling back at her.

“I love you?” It just slipped out, she didn’t even realize what she was saying. Saying that was really a spur of the moment.

“Ya, that.” He leaned down, dangerously close to her lips.

They just stared at each other.

“Did you mean it?” He whispered.

Yes? No? What was she supposed to say?

“Yeah…” she had forgotten all about the machine, the time loop, the pain. All there was to think about was James, so close, so different.

“Good.” He closed the gap, putting his hand on the back of her head. She kissed back, desperate to get as much out of it before the clock struck midnight. She focused on how he kissed her, it was so gentle, so loving, he kissed her like it was both the first and last time.

It technically was.

#I’m so sorry for that ending #story prompt #writing prompt #kiss #love #love story #time loop #strangers to lovers #loop #prompt #short story #grammar who?

[thunderc1an]

how to love a stranger

#warriors #warrior cats #thunderclan #sparkpelt #firestar #my comic #this comic is based on my own experience #with my grandmother who I never met #remember that wip I posted like a little bit ago of the comics I had planned #yeah hehehehe #I wanna add one more thing but hmmmmmm still deciding how to word it hmmm #if u see any grammar or spelling mistake... no u don't

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Justice League requires all of its youngest members to list at least one adult emergency contact in case something happens out in the field- And Lancer did tell Danny to put his number down if he needed help!

Lancer wanted to call CPS, wanted to call them for years, but something was wrong with his beloved town and the government agents that came were always… ill mannered. To say the least. So with the young Mr.Fenton appearing wounded in his class on multiple occasions, sleeping through lectures even more often, Lancer felt himself gradually accept that no other adult was going to step up to protect this child.

He figures out his Identity as Phantom and it makes his rage boil hotter than Dante’s sixth layer of hell. Danny refuses to abandon his parents (who continue to hunt him unknowingly), and he refuses to let any of his ghostly responsibilities fall wayside (this CW fellow is a real piece of work!).

But for all the things he expected when he told Danny that he could be trusted and could help- Ms. Manson and Mr.Foley coming to him for help, patching wounds, offering snacks and covering for Danny when attacks occurred in class- he hadn’t expected the Justice League to be knocking on his door.

Lancer blinked at the appearance of Batman in his classroom after the final bell, but then his stomach dropped.

TELLTALE HEART THATS THE BATMAN!!

“Phantom listed you as his emergency contact. Have you had any recent communication with him?” The deep, gravel voice startled Lancer.

Lancer checks his phone, Danny had skipped class today; and while Lancer was working with Danny to get him after school lessons and tutoring for all of the hours he missed, it was uncommon for him not to respond at Lancer’s text asking for a confirmation of his safety.

“Not in 24 hours, but I can message him again.” Lancer is shaking as he types on his phone to team phantom-Who wouldn’t be nervous at both the implications of Danny’s safety and the Batman??

Superman flies into the room from the open doorway, “No luck, without a heartbeat I can’t find him. Where ever they have him it’s lead lined or he’s keeping himself invisible.”

SCARLET LETTER ITS SUPERMAN!?!

Danny doesn’t reply to Lancer, and neither do Danny’s friends.

“He has two team members with whom he is inseparable, if none of them are responding then all three have been accosted. I’m coming with you until we find them.” Lancer declares and while he’s sure that Batman is unimpressed, Superman gives him a sad smile and nods.

Thus Lancer joins the Justice League for a day, Helps to save Team Phantom and Informs the takedown of an illegal government agency.

Batman also slides him some adoption papers and a card for a lawyer if Lancer decides to formally adopt Danny. Lancer also wins a Wayne Excellence Award for Teaching that year but he’s pretty sure the money is unrelated to Danny’s alter ego- after all, Lancer is a fantastic teacher.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #I like to think that lancer learns so much about the IR from Danny that he becomes akin to a consultant for the JL and JLD #like a ghost appears and if Danny is in a different dimension or smith they just call his English teacher #lancer being a bro to Danny is my fave #but I’m biased cause I had an English teacher who noticed my mental health decline before anyone else bothered to care #lancer gets a check in the mail and it’s for a ton of money and it’s labeled JL Hazard Pay #Bruce: game respects game #lancer corrects both Constantine’s information and his grammar

[bngrc]

Teaching French to English Speakers:

French lesson: The word "sur" means "on" English speaker: Okay. French lesson: For example, 　The vase is [on] the table. 　The house is [on] the right. 　I read this book [on] his recommendation. 　Bring me the file [on] copyright licensing. English speaker: Right. Got it. "Sur" means "on."

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Teaching French to Chinese speakers:

French lesson: The word "sur" means "on." Chinese speaker: Okay. French lesson: For example, 　The vase is [on] the table Chinese speaker: Right. Got it. "Sur" means "on." French lesson: The word "sur" also means "towards." Chinese speaker: Eh? French lesson: For example, 　The house is [towards] the right. Chinese speaker: Oh...kay. French lesson: The word "sur" also means "because of." Chinese speaker: What? H..how? What? French lesson: For example, 　I read this book [because of] his recommendation. Chinese speaker: Why does this one word mean all these things? Don't y'all have any other words? French lesson: The word "sur" also means "containing information pertaining to." Chinese speaker: Stop fucking around with me. French lesson: For example, 　Bring me the file [containing information pertaining to] copyright licensing. Chinese speaker: What the fuck is wrong with this language?

#linguistics #english #french langblr #chinese langblr #french grammar #since ppl who don't follow me are reblogging this I feel I should clarify that I made this post #because I've been taking 2 French courses on Duolingo - the one for English speakers AND the one for Chinese speakers #I finished the Duolingo Chinese course for English speakers and was frustrated by how little content it offered

[deep-spacediver577]

#DSD577art #doodle #Danny Phantom #Hear ye hear ye!! behold my bad Grammar! #You know when I said I was trying to be impulsive with my art? #I failed that somehow... #fanny pack #or should it be... #Phanny pack? #←⁠_⁠← #once again hats off to those who thought of this before me

[taitavva]

the consequences of taking any wayward child with red eyes under your wing ....

(sequel to this + full text under cut)

#akechi is surrounded by people who refuse to speak more than 2 sentences at a time #(ignoring shido: windbag extraordinaire ofc #what is a detective prince supposed to do ??? #i tried copying the tactica art style for the full text #i think he's cute ... #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #procreate #2023 #goro akechi #sae niijima #3 hours #it took me like an hour to type that out tbh #ignore any grammar mistakes i totally proofread that block of text #this is my “he would NOT say that” moment #taitavva sketches

[xoxoladyaz]

You're My Heaven, Angel (Paramedic Steve x Rockstar Eddie) - Part 2

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (Coming Soon)

AN: I just wanted to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who has been so kind and so supportive of Part 1! I hear you and I, too, want to create a whole series based around this idea. It's a lot of pressure following-up something that's so beloved, but I'm going to give it my best!

Robin must secretly hate Steve.

She must be the most incredible actress in the entire world. She must be the most prolific conman that’s in the business of conman-ing people or whatever. She must have made a blood oath with an elder god during a full moon that no matter how many days or weeks or months or years it took, she would one day make Steve Harrington’s life absolutely miserable. There’s no other reasonable explanation for why she insists on taking the scenic route to Eddie’s room - a scenic route which adds on two additional minutes of travel time instead of heading straight down the hallway (which maybe adds forty seconds tops). 

A route which means Steve has to bear two additional minutes of Eddie loudly introducing him to every single doctor, nurse, patient or family member that they come across on the way to his suite. Never mind that Steve’s worked with most of these doctors and nurses for years now, never mind that he actually goes to Sharla’s poker group when he has Thursdays off with the other fifty-something moms on staff (which Robin never ceases to find absolutely hilarious); no, Eddie is all smiles and arm flourishes, loudly – too loudly – proclaiming that they are now in the presence of his angel, his baby, his angel baby, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, his amor, his partner, his husband – 

“Congratulations, Steve! I didn’t know you got married!” Sue laughs as the entire production passes by. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie blows her a noisy kiss before clearing his throat. He takes a deep breath, and – 

“I’M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING - ”

“Robin, he’s singing again!”

“I know, dingus, I can hear him.”

“DING DONG, THE BELLS ARE GONNA CHIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEE - ”

Steve turns back, risking a glare at Robin mid-step. “Remind me why we’re going the long way around?”

Robin snorts out a laugh, shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Come on, Stevie, we all need the exercise.”

“ – GET ME TO THE CHURCH ON TIMMMMMEEEE – Stevie? Stevie,” Eddie turns and sighs at Steve and okay, Steve can’t tell if Eddie’s eyes are super dilated because of the probable head trauma or if there’s a weird reflection from the fluorescents, but his eyes are, like, legit sparkling up at him. “Steeeeeevieeeee - ”

“Yep, I’m still here.” Eddie grins, flopping to the side so that their joined hands are resting up against his head. He sighs happily, his feet wiggling under the shock blanket, and it’s not cute Steve stop thinking it’s cute – 

“Steve!” He pulls his eyes away just as the gurney comes to a stop in front of Brenda, one of the intake nurses currently on shift. Brenda’s blonde and cute and ethically non-monogamous, but Steve is more of a one and done sort of guy. That doesn’t mean they don’t flirt like crazy anytime they bump into each other, though. (Hey, he’s gotta stay in shape somehow.)

“Looking good today. Is that a new shirt?” She asks with a smirk, her eyes running over his biceps. (It’s not a new shirt, Robin just ran it through the dryer, so it shrunk. Really, he should have gotten rid of it, but it makes his biceps look amazing.)

“Nah, it’s - ”

He has a line. He has a great line. But as soon as he opens his mouth to speak it, he’s cut off by a very loud hissing sound coming from his left and – 

Yep, it’s Eddie. Eddie, who’s glaring at Brenda like they’re mortal enemies. Seriously, it’s a good thing he doesn’t have laser eyes like that one superhero guy because if he did, Brenda would be at risk of getting too tan.

“MINE!” Eddie snaps at the end of his hiss and then, all while still maintaining eye contact with Brenda, he yanks Steve’s hand to his mouth and licks it. And not, like, a gentle lick that you’d get from a puppy. No, Eddie licks his hand like he’s trying to give Steve a tongue bath.

(His first instinct should be to pull away, but instead all Steve can think about it Eddie giving him an actual full body tongue bath - )

“Dude!” Steve exclaims when he does finally pull his hand away. (He hears Robin snort under her breath, clearly having caught onto the fact that his brain broke at the whole licking thing and shit, now he’s thinking about it again - )

“No, MINE!” Eddie growls, and Steve barely has a chance to wipe his hand on his pants before Eddie is grabbing it back, clutching it between both of his hands like it’s his special or something. (Special, was that the word that the guy used? The little creepy guy in that one movie? He needs to text Dustin and ask.)

“Aww, I’m glad to see you’ve finally met someone!” Brenda teases.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replies distractedly, trying (and failing) to shake one of Eddie’s hands off of his hand because now that they’re actually at his suite, he’s going to need them. “Brenda, this is - ”

“The concussion patient from Lollapalooza, Sarah clued me in,” Brenda says, snapping her gum. “Eddie, right?”

Eddie pauses from wrestling with Steve to sniff at Brenda and honestly, as someone who spent way too much time at country clubs as a child because of his parents, Eddie has the whole I’m-better-than-you-you-poor-person-wearing-Adidas expression locked down. “That’s Mister Eddie to you, Briony.”

Briony? “Who’s Briony?”

Robin kicks the gurney forward with an eye roll and suddenly they’re moving into the suite. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dingus.”

Eddie finally manages to tear his eyes away from Brenda. He perks his head up at Steve and once Steve’s face is in his line of sight his expression softens, the sparkles coming back in full force. “And it’s such a pretty head, baby.”

Such a pretty head SUCH A PRETTY HEAD – 

“I’ll show you – ow, Robin, seriously?” Steve yelps at Robin’s pinch.

“Stop being horny and help me get him on the bed.”

“I’m - ”

“Don’t listen to her baby, please, please stay horny, and lose the shirt while you’re at it!” Eddie sits up and starts frantically grasping at Steve’s sleeves. “Christ almighty, these arms, arms of heaven, arms of an angel - ” 

“Steve!” Robin barks and shit, he needs to focus. He takes advantage of the fact that Eddie let go of his hand to grab at his shirt and darts down to the other end of the gurney. They lift on a count of three, placing Eddie onto the bed and kicking the wheeled cart out of the way. (Eddie makes a loud WHEEEEEEEEE sound and then immediately goes back to demanding that Steve get naked.) Sarah, who’s followed the procession the entire time, grabs the empty cart and wheels it out of the room just as Brenda steps in.

“Well then, Eddie, let’s get started on intake,” Brenda nods, bringing out her iPad. “Are you ready to answer a few questions?”

“No.”

Robin groans and steps to the side, energetically fluffing and reorganizing Eddie’s pillows so he’s seated up. Somehow Eddie is able to lean around Robin’s wide-armed movements and fix Brenda with yet another piercing glare.

Brenda shoots Steve a look before nodding her head at Eddie.

Right.

“Hey, uh, Eddie, we really need to ask you a few questions - ”

“Hand!” Eddie snaps to look at Steve and sticks his hand towards him. He wiggles his fingers a few times before making a grabby motion. “Hand!”

It’s not cute. It’s totally not cute.

Steve sighs but walks back around from the foot of the bed and places his hand gently in Eddie’s. Eddie links their fingers and squeezes tightly. “Uh, how about now, is now okay to ask a few questions?”

Huffing, Eddie looks at their fingers for a few moments before looking upwards at Steve. Their eyes meet and he grins. “Hi angel,” he lets out a pleased sigh. “I missed you.”

Don’t say it don’t say it DON’T SAY IT - 

“I missed you too, Eds.” 

FUCK.

“Awwwww, my little schmoopers are being all schmoopy-moopy!” Robin sings in her best baby voice. (That’s it, he’s eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.)

“I’m eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.”

“Uh, like fuck you are.”

“I'd rather have you eat me,” he hears Eddie whisper and yeah, okay, that’s one he’s just going to choose to ignore for the sake of what little sanity he has left.

“Right, okay,” he hears Brenda try to get things back on track. “About those intake questions - ”

“Oh, don’t worry Nurse Brenda,” the lilting voice of Dr. Suzie Henderson floats into the room. “I can take it from here.”

Steve turns just in time to see Suzie strut into the emergency suite. She shoots Brenda a grateful nod and Brenda, with one last wink to Steve, hands her iPad off to Suzie and heads out of the room. 

“Bye Steve!”

“Bye Brenda.”

“Yeah, bye Brittany!”

Suzie has the best laugh in the world, and she lets it fly on her walk over. “Hey Steve,” Suzie grins at him as she makes her way towards the foot of Eddie’s bed. “How are things going today?”

“Oh, good,” Steve replies quickly before turning to look at Eddie. “Eddie, this is Doctor Suzie Henderson, she’s my sister-in-law.”

Eddie slowly scooches his butt backwards so he’s sitting up more. “No, she’s our sister-in-law,” he huffs before turning and smiling at Suzie. “Hey sis!” 

“And you must be Eddie! I heard you were thinking about marrying into the family.” She lets out a quick giggle at those words but then clears her throat and throws her shoulders back. “Well, if you are serious about joining our Steve in holy – or unholy – matrimony - ”

“Fuck yeah,” he hears Eddie whisper.

“ – then I’m going to need you to answer a few questions.”

“Proceed, milady.” Eddie starts gently caressing Steve’s hand with his fingers. Steve shoots a look at Robin, who makes exaggeratedly sappy faces while glancing between Steve and their intertwined fingers.

(Forget the Chunky Monkey, he’s eating all of the ice cream they have left tonight.)

“Full name?”

“Edward Anthony Munson.”

“Age?”

“Thirty-one.”

“Name of your emergency contact?”

“Oh, that would be Uncle Wayne and Chrissy! Baby, you’re going to love Wayne,” Eddie says, turning to gaze lovingly up at Steve. “And he’s going to love you! Not as much as I love you though, that’s impossible.”

(Steve’s pretty sure that Bambi eyes here is the impossible one.)

“Great, is Wayne and Chrissy’s contact information in your medical file?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie replies dreamily, still gazing at Steve. 

“Okay, speaking of your file,” Suzie taps at her iPad, “any major events in your medical history that we should know about?”

“Hmmm?” 

He can feel it on his face, he can feel his stupid grin on his stupid face, but he chooses to instead focus on helping Eddie pay attention. “She wants to know if there’s major health events in your past that we need to know about, Bambi.”

“Bambi?”

“BAMBI?!” Robin squeaks after Eddie.

Shit shit SHIT -

“I mean - ”

“Bambi,” Eddie hums, blinking rapidly as he slumps back against his pillows. Once he's settled, he tosses his free hand across his forehead and moans happily. “He loves me. He loves me, he loves me, HE LOVES MEEEEEE - ”

Don’t blush DO NOT BLUSH BODY STOP BLUSHING

“Oh my god that was amazing, I have literally never seen you this red, you look like an actual tomato. Oh my god, I have to tell Nance, like, now.”

“Right, yes, okay Bambi,” Suzie interrupts with a snicker, “like Steve said, is there anything we need to know?”

“Well, we’re in love,” Eddie sighs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Stevie’s hand. “I think I’m still a little high but it’s only weed, I’ve definitely stopped doing cocaine since, like, five months ago. No need to worry about that, angel,” Eddie pats the top of Steve’s hand.

“Yeah, no, I definitely won’t worry about that.” (He’s definitely going to worry about that.)

“Well, thank you for your honesty, Eddie. I’m going to take a closer look at your files once we get them just to get a better picture of your overall health before we run our tests. Now, second set of questions,” Suzie loudly taps and drags a new window on her tablet open. “What is your annual income?”

(Huh. That’s weird. Steve’s doesn't think he's ever heard any of the nurses ask that question before.)

Eddie snorts out a laugh. “God, I make so much money. A fucking stupid amount of money.”

“You have something in way of a retirement plan then?”

“Doc, I could retire for, like, the next five hundred million years.”

Susie hums as she makes a note. “Do you have anything against sharing resources with your romantic partner?”

(Okay, Steve definitely hasn't heard anyone else ask these questions before.)

“Nah!” Eddie scoffs before gently tugging on Steve’s hand to get his attention. “You’ll be the hottest trophy wife, babe. Do you have an apron? I’m going to buy you an apron.”

“And what are your feelings on children?”

“Kids? I love kids. Is he good with kids? I bet he’s good with kids,” Eddie rushes out. “Fuck, you’re going to look so hot pregnant, baby.”

Robin makes a loud barfing noise which Suzie naturally ignores. “What exactly are you looking for in a relationship?”

“Suzie - ”

“Him! My angel,” Eddie slumps to the side so he’s leaning up against Steve’s hip. “I want to wrap him up in a warm towel and keep him forever and make sweet, sweet love to him under the - ”

“OKAY, next question please,” Robin loudly cuts him off.

“So what you’re saying is you’re looking for a committed relationship with Steve,” Suzie ignores Robin's dramatics. “Are you prepared for lifelong monogamy?”

“Absolutely.”

“Suz - ”

“And you’ll work every day to be deserving of Steve?”

“For the rest of my life,” Eddie proclaims and fuck, he actually sounds serious. He actually looks serious too.

Huh.

Suzie quietly observes him for a moment before her face relaxes into a warm smile. “I believe you. Now, dealbreakers. What are your opinions on outdoor weddings? Steve gets scared in churches.”

“What?!” Eddie gasps, snapping back to Steve.

“SUZ – what, no, I’m not afraid of churches - ”

“Uh yeah you are, you said that every time you visit one you get nightmares about being sacrificed on an altar,” Robin chimes in.

“Gee, thanks, Robin.”

“Baby, baby, don’t worry, I’d never let them sacrifice you,” Eddie tries to comfort Steve, but everything that’s happened in the last thirty seconds – hell, the last thirty minutes – is starting to finally sink in and yeah, okay, there’s an obscenely hot and rich and famous rockstar telling Steve that he loves him and sure, he’s partially concussed but the joke isn’t ending, he’s acting like he’s serious and they’ve only exchanged like maybe twenty words total but he’s acting like this is actually happening and what if it actually could – 

“Shoot, we’re going to have to wrap it up here, loverboy,” Robin waylays his runaway thoughts as her beeper goes off. “We’ve got a fainter with a broken nose."

“Okay, okay.” Steve shakes his head and tries to gently extract his hand from Eddie’s grasp but Eddie lurches at the feeling of Steve moving his hands and whines, digging his finger into Steve’s hand.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get back to work.”

“But – no, angel, please,” he blubbers before turning his eyes on Steve and –

Oh.

Oh no.

They’re even bigger and shinier when he’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Bambi,” he replies totally deliberately, “but I’ve got to go finish my shift. I’ll come back when I’m done, okay?”

Eddie sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” he whimpers sadly, and – look, this joke isn't really joking anymore so if Eddie's gonna go all the way, he might as well go all the way too.

He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. “Be good for Suzie, okay?” As he draws back, he glances back down at Eddie. Eddie is blinking dazedly at Steve, all glassy-eyed and rosy.

“Wow,” Eddie whispers, and while the smile that appears on his face is small, it’s the warmest one Steve has seen yet. “Whatever you say, baby.”

“Right, right.” Steve nods and then pivots, making a hasty retreat out of the room.

“Later, Bambi,” Robin sings behind him, and then she’s quick on Steve’s heels. The hall’s crowded, though, so they aren’t fast enough to escape the start of Suzie and Eddie’s conversation. 

(“So, outdoor wedding? Maybe in spring?”

“Can it be in Hobbiton?”

“Uh, it better be in Hobbiton!”)

“I’m kinda surprised to see you staking your claim already, dingus,” Robin says, thrusting the portable gurney mat into Steve’s arms as they walk. “I was worried I’d have to make you.”

“I shouldn't have done that. I mean, he’s a patient, Robin!”

“Not anymore, he’s not!” Robin gently bumps his hip. “He's not your patient anymore so now we need to start planning your next move. I mean, he’s obviously going to say yes when you ask him out, but it still needs to be smooth.”

“What – I’m Steve Harrington, I’m always smooth.”

Robin is purposely silent.

“Okay, first of all, rude,” he says after giving her plenty of time to politely agree. “Second of all, even if I did decide to make a move, there actually isn’t a guarantee he’d say yes. Even if he wasn't just doing this because he's heavily concussed, I’ve hardly talked to the guy!”

“I know, he has no idea how much of a dork you are, it’s great.”

Steve offers Robin a hand as he climbs into the ambulance. (Not without shooting her a look once they're both seated, of course because again, rude.) 

Robin shrugs Steve's frown off. “Look, dingus, I know you think that you have all these great lines or whatever - ”

“Uh, I don’t think, I do have them - ”

“ – but they’re, like, obviously lines. Whatever you say to him has to be more real. He needs to know that if he says yes, he’s going to be going on a date with a guy that has the ooiest, gooiest, squishiest little itty bitty heart!” She squeezes her hands together like she’s holding Steve’s heart in her hands (which definitely isn’t concerning given the fact that she’s technically a medical professional who knows just how vulnerable that particular organ is.)

“Robs - ”

“ITTY BITTY!” She kisses the tips of her fingers. “And that’s why we gotta plan, doinkus. Edward Anthony Munson needs to be constantly conscious of the fact that he’s dating the best guy on the entire planet because you are, Steve, you are the best guy on Earth and you deserve a Prince Charming even though the Prince Charming archetype is totally outdated and part of a patriarchal initiative to establish systematic gender dynamics - ”

Well, shucks. Maybe Robin doesn’t hate him after all.

“ - doesn't exist, its still what you deserve. But more importantly than that, if Eddie does start dating you, then I have a better shot of getting him to introduce me to Chris Hemsworth.”

“Chris Hemsworth?"

“Uh, yeah.”

"Chris Hemsworth - Chris Hemsworth? Out of every famous person Eddie could hypothetically introduce you to, you'd want to meet Chris Hemsworth?"

"Well, yeah," Robin takes a brief sip of her water before shooting Steve a playful smirk. “I mean, as great as you are, I wouldn't be opposed to upgrading my emotional support himbo.”

Never mind, she’s evil incarnate.

(And she’s going to be out of Chunky Monkey in about five hours.)

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#it's me I'm the girl who fainted and broke her nose at work #I told the doctor hey at least I've finally broken a bone and he said it didn't count #which is honestly super rude so fuck you doctor jones #anyways #steddie #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie fic #paramedic Steve harrington #rock star Eddie munson #yes Eddie knows my fair lady #Steve forgetting both Superman and Gollum #trigger warning: brenda #also I took a weed hard candy while I wrote this so if the grammar is weird whoopsie I'll fix it later #Chris Hemsworth is for the lesbians

[wixterirox]

I think you are right. Perhaps we should all just block and move on and enjoy our little side of the fandom and filter any shit that the duffels and others say about Billy because they clearly don't care. So why should we?

I try not to even give antis the time of day. As much as I want to reply I know it probably won’t change their mind, will make me upset and waste my time, so I just block.

I think just blocking/ignoring antis is the only way we can just enjoy the space fans have created.

Anyways it isn’t like the Duffers know how to write and understand their own characters so why would I listen to them? The continuity is a mess and we see that with the interview where nothing lines up

I really just want my blog to be a positive space because I want to be happy and enjoy the little  scenario I make up in my mind and see the other incredible creations others make as well

#grammar who? #um yeah #i just wanna be happy on here #it’s hard to see anti stuff but i’m just gonna ignore it

[vellichorsdesire]

definitely do not think about being called tons of masc terms by an f/o. if you’re comfortable with it of course, they make sure before doing so. maybe they start with calling you the petnames/nicknames they’d usually use for you, calling you handsome along with it (‘hey, handsome man’ or a ‘hi, my sweet, handsome boy.’) maybe you like being called pretty boy too, they’d definitely ask first. maybe they focus on the features they adore the most about you.

maybe you ask to be reassured with such words because you feel comforted by it and they don’t mind doing so, but in the end they really do think those sweet things that they mumble in your ear.

#Yeah. Just like the sweet prince post this is targeted towards. me and ofc all the people who loved that post #just to be clear i don’t really know what else to call these terms aside from masc terms…? #i just make it clear at the start so that people who dislike the idea of it can immediately skip the post #i just hatee to think that ive made someone dysphoric or anything by not clearing it up at first yknow? #yknow its 1am my brain is mush sorry </3 i should stop posting before i go to bed ill grammar check in the moorning.. #LIKE IDK IF IM COOKING WITH THIS ONE LIKE I SAID. TARGETED TOWARDS ME. YEAH #❥ vels ramblings #self ship #f/o imagines #self shipping #hi to my fellow transmascs too if anyone sees this <3 #masc term self ship imagines

[tobisiksi]

I have this headcanon where ku has moles that forms constellations

like imagine him just changing for gym class and aren sees the Ursa major on his back

#kubosai kubosai kubosai #maybe #probably #i have to post more about them theyre my everything but i barely talk abt this idiots #if aren sees that he would love it #he likes astronomy i just know it in my heart #he would keep staring like the gay boi he is #saiki k #kubosai #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k #sorry if there is any grammar mistake and bla bla bla #thinking thinking thinking #ill be waiting for those three mutuals who are insane about kubosai #this is for them❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[nyctophobia-au]

I only make the most quality content. Source under the cut.

#shitpost #rot's art #hollow knight #nyctophobia au #quirrel #monomon the teacher #lurien the watcher #I know I made the text different but Lurien strikes me as the kind of guy who types in perfect grammar #this is barely art honestly