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#i LOVE these dumbasses
olubs · 7 months
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mmm, old men yaoi
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imekitty · 1 year
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*Fun Danny and Super Danny in an argument*
Fun: At least Mom loves me.
Super: Okay that's just hurtful.
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beaulesbian · 2 months
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egghead spoilers (ch. 1077)
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love how at first even rob lucci is like, "good job recognizing them and what their weakness might be",
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to zoro, confidently, listing the few (very noticable) signs the seraphim have in common with King, and the others yelling at him immediatelly why didn't he put two and two together sooner (not even luffy is on his side with this one aksjskdj)
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qtepasacalabaza · 1 year
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no you don't understand, i'm obsessed
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nervousimposter · 11 months
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Steve felt his back collide with the dusty, wooden shed wall. His breath knocked out of him. An embarrassing whine with it. The oar he was holding fell from his grasp and he latched onto the closest thing to him instinctively. He briefly registered something cold and sharp on his neck but the fist in his shirt and the man inches from his face grabbed his attention. Big, brown eyes were looking at him, just a touch manic, scared. And Steve was entranced.  
Eddie Munson wasn’t someone you could overlook. He spent his days sitting right outside the social norms most high schoolers followed religiously. The attitude, dramatics and volume kept him right on your peripherals. A lingering figure in the corner of your eye and mind. And if Steve had been a little more brave and a little more defiant, he would have moved Eddie from that blurry corner to the forefront instantly.  To be able to sit in his orbit and just be. No pressure, no stress. Just Eddie. 
But the lingering thoughts always brought back the harsh voice of his Father and he would move his eyes back forward. He would laugh with Tommy and glance back at girls. He would go on dates, go to practice, throw his parties. He would stay ‘King’ Steve. And Eddie would stay Eddie, that fuzzy silhouette on the edge of his vision and that buzzy sensation in the pit of his stomach. 
Graduating helped. Well, everything with the Upside Down helped, not that Steve particularly liked that thought. He got better. All that useless posturing, gone. The peer pressure to be ‘King’ had just felt so senseless after almost dying a few times. The upper cuts to the head might’ve also contributed but who actually knows. Steve just knows that he’s changed and he’s been able to look in the mirror and start to like the guy he was seeing. But that self confidence brought back those little dust bunnies sitting in the corner of his brain. That, and Robin. 
Gorgeous, brilliant Robin. Who sat in a dingy, mall bathroom and told Steve an integral part of herself. Told Steve. The guy she had apparently hated until recently. She grabbed that piece of her soul and launched it over those stalls and Steve really had no choice but to catch it. To cradle that and carve out a space in him to fit it. It was no brainer in that instance to give a piece of himself to her in return. So he had crawled under the divider, shimmied to her side and handed it over. 
‘Me too.’
‘What?’
‘My, uh, Dad. He’s a bit of an asshole. Says a lot of shit. I wasn’t allowed. But there was this guy. There is this guy.’
‘Oh my god, Steve.’
And that was that. Steve and Robin became STEVE and ROBIN. Platonic soulmates with a capital ‘P’. Co-dependent to the point of being unhealthy but Steve was thriving, so he didn’t care. Robin was a well of information. He learned so much about himself that he never gave himself the chance to. They talked and talked and each new revelation brought back those lingering thoughts. Which morphed into very present, very forefront thoughts after his kids got into High school. 
He really should have seen that coming. His dorky little kids making friends with Eddie. It really almost was a given. That's just what Eddie did. He grabbed those outliers and he nestled them into his fold. And Steve had no compunction to admit that his kids were definitely going to be outliers. He loved them, god did he love them, but they were little weirdos. Perfect for Eddie. And apparently Eddie was perfect for them. They told Steve constantly. Which had only left Eddie being in his head every day. 
He had felt cursed at the time. Having them wax poetic about him every time he picked them up. Having to hear how cool, how metal he was. Having to catch glimpses of him in the shadow of the school as the kids ran to his car. Realizing that Steve was now sitting in the peripherals of Eddie and wondering if he was lingering in his thoughts too. Just like him. 
But with him bodily holding Steve against the shed wall right now, he felt anything but cursed. Eddie wasn’t sitting on the edge anymore. He was right there. Steve heard Dustin trying to get Eddie to calm down. To back off but Steve really did not want that to happen. Eddie could stay, the broken bottle that was apparently against his neck could probably go though. 
“Eddie! That's Steve! You remember Steve right?!” 
Steve stared into Eddie's eyes and blinked slowly. “Hi.”
“We came to find you! These are my friends, Eddie. I’ve told you about them! How about we take that bottle away from Steve and just back up a little. We can talk!” 
Dustin sounded pretty worked up. Robin and Max are silent next to him. Eddie glanced over at Dustin and relaxed. The bottle was dropped and he made a move to back up but was stopped. Steve flexed his fingers nervously and finally registered what he had latched onto. His fingers were looped through Eddie's belt loops, holding him in place. He should let go. He really, really should let go. But Eddie was looking at him now. He was looking at him and he was still holding his shirt and his eyes were starting to look less scared and Steve was stuck. 
He didn’t want to go back to Eddie living on the edge of his vision. He didn’t want to live on the edge of Eddies. He wanted him right in front of him like he was now. Try to become friends, try to become more. He wanted to finally do something for himself without the constant sound of his dad in his brain stopping him. He wanted to be happy. So he squeezed at Eddie's hips and breathed in the little exhale Eddie let out with it. Tried to give him the dopiest smile he could muster. He knows how to do this. Flirting is easy, something he’s good at. He opened his mouth.
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THEY’RE SO GAY AND GIRLYPOP
*shoves them into my pocket and runs away*
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usernose · 7 months
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Prismo: Sasa Lele!
Scarab: It's says Sale Sale, Prismo.
Lich, internally: I thought it said Sasa Lele.
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kame-artist · 24 days
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knuckie-head · 1 year
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ShadKnux / Knuxadow fans hit me up where y’all at 🙏🙏🙏
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bored-bookish-ace · 9 months
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Welcome to epiphanies that make me cry, with me:
Today’s epiphany is in Red, White and Royal Blue.
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Screenshot was directly from my kindle
I’m going to go cry now
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flamboyantpigeon · 10 months
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buddy
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roarzak · 8 months
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recently saw this on tiktok and i will just say this:
Tim is the one writing it and Jon is the one correcting. martin would be standing behind tim saying how its not a good idea and jon breaks multiple pens seeing tims buffoonery 💀
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copdog1234 · 1 year
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Loid... Twilight... please... how did you not see your wife crawling on walls and doing acrobatics while you were literally scoping out the school she was doing them at for suspicious behavior????
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hoperays-song · 1 year
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soup-sponge · 1 year
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lockwood is 100% a "let's compare hand sizes" kind of guy
i can see him telling lucy he needs to know how big her hands are (to buy her a new rapier, obviously) and when she offers to measure he's just like. uhhhhh nope theres no time for that. just compare to mine. no big deal or anything haha. hah.
also he'd definitely make a comment along the lines of “wow luce, your hands are so small i can't fathom how you manage to hold a rapier” (her hands are very much normally sized, his fingers are just freakishly long)
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Hey babygirl do you wanna come up to my room for some of that…
😏🫦🥵😫💦
…fake mouth static?
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