#like maybe... that was the point of the post? to get people to consider Why they were assuming he was a bad dad?

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea (Episode 1): Tongrak's Striking Sensitivity

I'm really intrigued by Tongrak's characterisation so far. He's more openly sensitive than I had pictured. Yes, there's some unyielding arrogance, but it's often coupled with noticeable self-doubt - which is what really has my attention. This is not the confident, suave, uppity writer I anticipated from the trailers.

Peat has a talent for conveying fragility. And there's something about Tongrak that feels distinctly helpless. It's early days but there were a couple moments in Episode 1 I felt were worth dissecting.

Shaken but not Stirred?

"Don't you feel anything at all? Not a single bit?" "My charm didn't work? Someone like me failed?" Tongrak is upset when he thinks Mut isn't enticed by him sexually (though we see this isn't the case later).

"Don't you feel anything at all when I look down on you?" He says again when he tries to get under Mut's skin by refusing every dish he brings to the table. When Mut doesn't respond in the way he'd hoped, Tongrak falters, deflates, and is agitated by how unbothered Mut appears to be. Mut isn't easily ruffled, riled or offended. He takes everything in his stride. Nothing Tongrak has said or done has deterred him from doing his job.

To me, there's an undertone of shame in many of Tongrak's reactions, which funnily enough Mut makes a point of saying "Ever since you've got here, you've only displayed two faces. Arrogant and embarrassed." What is Tongrak embarrassed about? Could it be:

Why do I feel so powerless in my ability to affect and control the situation/people around me?

Why do I have so little purchase over my own feelings? Why can't I be more cool/collected, indifferent or nonchalant?

Each time Tongrak gets flustered, it seems to be because 'things are not going the way that I want them to.' Which is interesting when you consider the appeal of being a writer. The very profession that allows you to take control of the narrative into your own hands.

Expect the Unexpected

Tongrak is clearly shaken up when he thinks Mut has fallen off the boat. He accuses Mut of playing with him, that perhaps this was an appalling joke at his expense. The fact that Mut warned Tongrak moments ago not to lean too close to the side, proves he isn't the type to do so. No matter how you look at it, Tongrak's accusatory tone is surprising, considering how little he knows of Mut at present.

Because this is MAME, I don't want to always assume there's trauma involved, but it definitely comes across that way. I think the average person would probably go 'Jesus Christ, you scared me, I thought you'd fallen in, thank god you're alright!', rather than 'Is it fun messing with me like that? Do you want to see me die from a heart attack?" It makes me wonder if Tongrak has some form of survivor's guilt or has been witness to a life in danger before, where he was powerless to help them.

You can also consider his reaction through the lens of shame (feeling exposed) by getting so worked up in the first place. He panics. He cries. Maybe he feels like he's made a fool out of himself and wildly over-reacted. Even more so when Mut always seems to be so calm, rational and level-headed in his presence. He's angry at Mut for not giving him a heads up before going into the water, but he also seems upset at himself for reacting so intensely as well.

Tongrak doesn't seem to deal well with situations that don't go as planned. Especially when it subsequently causes a reaction in him that is perhaps a bit more revealing than he'd ideally like. His sensitivity to and in almost all things appears to be his undoing.

This is just my attempt to extrapolate my thoughts on Tongrak from this episode, which really had my gears turning. The two points above may or may not be related at all. I can tell there's going to be tonne to unpack in the coming weeks.

You can check out bird-inacage’s BL meta directory for all my other posts around Love Sea.

#love sea #love sea the series #no novel spoilers pls! #love sea meta #tongrak x mahasamut #rakmut #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #i just want to give him a cuddle #he just looks so lost all the time #peat is superb at vulnerability

[buddiebeginz]

Hello there I’m pretty sure I saw you make a post about people trying to say Bummy was a slur?

We’ll finally some light was shed on who started it (Bree of course) and who keeps pushing it around (also Bree of course) but also the fact it’s not a slur at all

https://x.com/sirebucky/status/1800692776054710494

Why am I not surprised it was her. 🤦‍♀️

This is the post of mine you were referencing btw

Here's the thread you sent me for anyone who wants to see it:

And the thread they're referencing from Bree. That person starts a lot of drama on twitter btw if you're reading this and don't know who she is. She's even harassed the 911 news account and some of the journalists who review the show.

I've been immersed in a lot of things to do with British culture for a long time and I've personally never heard the word bummer as a derogatory gay slang term.

Now maybe it's an older and or less common term that I just wasn't aware of. I did find these on urban dictionary:

But even still B*mmy is not the same as bummer and also 911 is not a show set in the UK and neither Buck nor T*mmy are British characters. It's an American show with a large percentage of it's audience being from the US and North America. There's also the fact that different words have different meanings depending on the country and language. There are words you say here in the US that you wouldn't say in other places because it would be considered offensive. There are also words you say other places some would consider offensive to say here. In the UK the slang for cigarettes is fag. If you walked up to someone in the US and asked for a fag you'd get some strange reactions to say the least.

There's also the fact that the B/T fans are really only trying to use this to police the 911 fandom and to try to have a gotcha moment they can point to and say look Buddies are homophobic. Look at them calling B/T a homophobic slur. They are the ones who literally came up with the ship name not us. And again the ship name of B*mmy is not the same as bummer. I also use the word bummer on occasion in everyday English language to mean that sucks. Am I no longer allowed to use that either even though it has never meant something derogatory in the US?

I'm seriously tired of the way that part of fandom keeps trying to weaponize their sexuality and or the fact that B/T are a queer couple. They can disagree and dislike that that we don't like their ship and what we call their ship but they don't get to decide we're being homophobic simply because we don't share their opinions.

Thanks for sending me the info anon and sorry for the rant I'm just so over dealing with them. Praying that Tim gets rid of T*mmy before season 8 even begins. 🙏

#ask #anon #911!

[eff4freddie]

2 Sweet 4 Me | Part Two

Dieter Bravo x AFAB Reader Words: 3k Minors DNI

Part One Part Three

Dieter knows he fucked up, knows he lost you, knows it hurt and that he deserved it. But if its the way things had to be, the way they were always going to be, predestined as he is, apparently born under a vengeful and unforgiving star, then why does it still fucking sting so much?

This is a love story.

Warnings: Reference to drug use, illusions to smut but no actual smut (that's next chapter heh heh)

He couldn’t claim ignorance, knew you were seeing someone when he wanted you the first time. Friend of a friend of a work friend, you’d appeared in his living room at some party for something or someone he couldn’t remember, with a beer in one hand and a cheeky little grin all over your face, and he’d felt it even then, the little pull of the invisible string connecting him to you, a kind of slotting into place of things he hadn’t realised until that moment had been misaligned.

He waited for you in the hallway, waited for you in the kitchen. You were with some industry guy, and you looked bored, and he was considering ways of sweeping you up and away from the party, sneaking down to the end of the garden with you and putting his warm hands on your chilled, bare legs. Wondered what you smelt like behind your ear, between your legs.

You kept looking in his direction but not directly at him, and it made his nervous system twang. All those near misses driving him crazy to the point that he would try to shuffle into your eyeline, try to fall into your gaze. Eventually he cracked, just walked his way over to you and introduced himself, ignoring the other people you were standing with completely. You’d warmly accepted his hand into yours, and it was only months later, when you’d been going out for a while, that you confessed to him you’d been watching him the whole time, using your peripheral vision to try and be subtle, worried looking directly at him would be like peering into the sun. He’d loved it when you’d confessed it to him, felt the little thrill in his belly when he got praise, even by proxy as this was. It made him feel a little less crazy, knowing that even then you had felt it, too.

Your first date wasn’t even a proper date, because you were still kind of seeing Simon even though you didn’t like him all that much. You just met up for drinks before you were due to meet up with friends, before he had some industry event thing to get to. There was some vaguely work-related reason that made it plausible for you to see each other, and you both just went with it.

You’d arrived at the bar first, because being late made you more anxious than being too early, and you ordered a drink to try and soothe your jangling nerves while you waited. You had resisted the urge to look him up on his socials, because it felt weirdly like spying when you actually knew him, or were planning to know him at least. But sitting at the bar waiting for him, with the newly emerging fear that he would stand you up, you figured you might take a peek. Maybe it would reveal he wasn’t even in LA, or that he was at a gig or a show or something, some hint that would allow you to slip away into the night before you waited for an embarrassing amount of time.

Ten minutes later your phone was stolen from your hands, and you looked up in surprise to see Dieter’s cheshire grin beaming down at you. Busted, you could only blush when he saw you’d scrolled years back.

‘Checkin’ me out, baby?’ he asked, and you didn’t notice he’d called you baby for the first time, didn’t know that this wouldn’t be the last.

‘Research, Dee,’ you said, warmly. ‘Could be a serial killer.’

‘You think if I was a serial killer I’d be posting on my socials about it?’

‘A normal serial killer? No. You? Maybe.’

He laughed then, put his head back and really let it shake his chest, and you liked it, wondered how you could get him to do it again.

The whole night he wouldn’t let you buy your own drinks, wouldn’t let you shout him a charcuterie plate, wouldn’t let you get away with anything. The way he looked at you was so unnerving, like he was looking deeper into you then you had even traversed, and you realised after a while that it was because he was listening, actually listening, with his whole body.

His leg was jiggling, and his hands never stopped moving, and you had assumed that he would be scattered and inattentive like most of the other neurotic actors you’d met, but he was locked onto you, his gaze both intense and open, his smile creeping up on one side when you tried to break the tension with some limp little joke. He wasn’t at all what you had expected. You texted your friends to tell them you couldn’t make it, after all.

Dieter was really glad for the Ritalin he’d scored off his dealer on the way in that night, could feel that it had settled his mind just enough to appear normal, not terrified, in your presence. He had wanted to meet you straight, had intended to be sober, and he figured since these were prescription he was basically there. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his prescription. It was someone’s.

The whole way over he’d fretted about being late, that you wouldn’t like him, that his universe was too different to yours. You weren’t from LA, didn’t yet have the kind of hyper-self-absorption the city engendered in its citizens. Scarier still, all the evening he’d watched you at the party he’d seen you drink all of two beers, turning down shots and pills when they were passed around, somehow brave enough to face the city straight. He admired and feared it, found you formidable in your ability to do this shit sober. He wanted to be like you. A couple of pills and he basically was.

He laughed when you did, and smiled when you did, and he felt the little threads reach around and spool themselves around the string between you, felt them thicken into a guide rope.

--

Simon was dealt with by the time you had your second date. You’d confessed to Dieter at the bar that since you’d arrived in LA you’d been working pretty much non-stop, and hadn’t even managed to get to the beach.

The drive up to Malibu made you kind of woozy and you put your hand on his knee as he drove to steady yourself. Dieter felt the petals of something precious and delicate unfurling in his chest, and he drove with his hand resting atop yours, the windows down and fucking up his hair and him not caring, not wanting to shut it out.

‘You’ve been to a beach before, though, right?’ he suddenly asked, worried for a moment he’d need to explain to you about currents and waves, riptides and marine stingers, suddenly overawed by the prospect of keeping you safe. You’d laughed, a tinkering little thing, and he’d taken his eyes off the road for just a moment to imprint the image of you, happy in his passenger seat, sun streaming in through the window behind you as you fought to keep your hair under control.

‘Of course, Dee, just not…the LA ocean.’

‘What’s so different about the LA ocean, baby?’ he’d asked, grinning at you.

‘It’s beautiful but kind of empty,’ you’d said, grinning back, before smugly adding ‘polluted, too.’

Down by the shoreline Dieter laid out two beach towels and popped a beach umbrella up over your heads, keeping his cap low over his eyes and avoiding the gaze of people wondering by. You’d observed him, quietly, your face open and exposed.

‘You have to do that a lot?’ you’d asked him, and he’d shrugged. He didn’t seem worried about it, but you couldn’t imagine how it wasn’t stressful.

‘Got used to it,’ he said.

‘Yeah, but that’s…it’s a lot to get used to.’

He shrugged again, staring out at the ocean, going quiet. ‘You get good at learning how to blend in, how to disappear completely.’

You followed his eyeline to the horizon, before you swivelled back to look him right in the eyes. ‘Don’t, though,’ you said. ‘Not completely.’

Later, he took you to a private alcove, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he pushed you up against a boulder resting against the shore and kissed you, tasting of cigarettes and green juice. 

--

You knew what the third date meant, especially in a town like LA. You’d been surprised and a little disappointed that all he’d done at the beach was feel you up a little, kiss you like you held the last of the world’s oxygen in your lungs. You felt something bubbling away in your bloodstream, a dawning awareness that you really liked this guy, that this could go either very well or catastrophically bad, and normally that would be enough to shy you away but something about Dieter made you want to see.

He was supposed to pick you up after work, but by the time you got off set and stood in the car park trying to adjust your hair in the sideview of someone’s Audi, you felt your phone vibrate. He was calling, and you realised as you answered that he had texted you several times, too.

‘Baby?’ he said, and he sounded different. You’d felt the little drip of worry in your belly.

‘Yeah, I’m here,’ you said, trying to keep your tone light. You could hear business on the other end of the line, people talking over each other, someone yelling instructions.

‘I had a thing, and I forgot about it,’ he said, and he sounded frazzled in a way that confused you.

‘A thing?’

‘A work thing, a stupid one of those…when they interview you while you have the photoshoot at the same time, and there’s just so many fucking cameras in my face.’

You hadn’t met this Dieter before. As he spoke he was working himself up, getting angrier. ‘What the fuck?’ he called out, suddenly, and you shuddered.

‘Dee?’ you asked, trying to bring his attention back to you.

‘Sorry, baby, just someone trying to put makeup on me while I’m literally on the fucking phone having a private conversation.’

 You could hear the venom in it, the frustration. Had been on the end of it yourself so many times from other shithead actors while you were just trying to do your job.

‘Dee!’ you admonished him, letting it slip out before you really had time to think about it. ‘Don’t talk to them like that.’

You heard him scoff, and then silence. He cleared his throat. You were angry now, a wave of end-of-day fatigue washing over you, replacing what had been excitement and leaving you washed out, sodden.

‘You’re right, I’m sorry,’ he said, after a long moment. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, louder this time, as if he was talking to someone walking away from him at speed. ‘They’re just all over me all the time,’ he said, and now he sounded small.

‘Listen, I’m really tired,’ you said, turning around to head back towards the bus stop at the end of the lot. ‘Maybe we can try another time.’

‘When?’ he shot back, and you stammered. ‘Don’t just say another time like you’re about to ghost me. I’m sorry. Fuck! I just…the day got on top of me, my assistant fucked up my schedule. And that’s not his fault he’s got a lot on, I’m not saying that, I just...’

You listened to him ramble. This had been the Dieter you expected all along. You wondered what had changed. If he’d been acting at the bar, on the beach.

‘Baby?’ he said, and you realised it had been a while since you’d said anything.

‘Umm…well I don’t have an assistant, so I’ll have to check my schedule myself and get back to you.’ You’d wanted it to be light-hearted, to be gentle and charming, but you were tired, and your mouth was turning bitter from the disappointment you were holding in it.

‘Right,’ he said. There was more commotion on the other end of the line, someone else yelling, someone calling for him. You swallowed, hard.

‘Dee I gotta go, the bus is coming. I hope your shoot video interview thing goes well. Take care.’

It had sounded final. You weren’t sure if it was. If you wanted it to be.

--

Later that night, in your sweats and having spent 45 minutes whingeing about fucking actors to your bestie back in Colorado, you were getting ready to go to bed. The whole night had felt sour, your frozen pizza tasting weirdly vinegary, your glass of wine pulling strangely at your salivary glands. You had wanted to forget the weird night, to wake up in the morning and start fresh, and that been your every intention until your door buzzed.

You just fucking knew it was him. You didn’t even have to call down through the intercom but you did anyway. You looked as good as you felt, and you knew that it was inevitable that he was going to come up, and you didn’t want his apologies or excuses anywhere near as much as you didn’t want to have to have this conversation at all. What did you really mean to each other, anyway? It had been two dates. It didn’t matter that your belly felt weird all night, that you had an ache in your chest you weren’t sure what to do with. That would go as quickly as it came.

He was at the door within moments, pushing his way into your apartment, reaching for you as if you were about to slip away.

‘Baby I’m so sorry,’ he said, pushing you into the living room and also pulling you to him. You weren’t sure if he’d even closed the door behind him. ‘I need to explain,’ he said, and you waved him away, trying to move away from him just a little, to give yourself some breathing space. He just pulled you closer. You liked it as much as you found it suffocating.

‘Dee, it’s OK,’ you said, but he was shaking his head, his eyes so earnest you stopped trying to pretend you weren’t hurting.

‘I have to explain that my brain is weird,’ he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at his phrasing. He didn’t falter though, and lifted his hand to your cheek to keep your gaze on him. ‘I don’t know how exactly, but it’s just never really worked like anyone else’s.’

You nodded at him, because this was serious, you’d realised. He wasn’t kidding. He was revealing something quiet and precious.

‘I wasn’t any good at school, but I could remember things so well. I can remember my lines after I’ve only seen them one time. And I love…the creative energy, it just feels like a lot of the time my brain is kind of alive when I’m working, but also other times, like when I’m trying to get some sleep.’

You looked down at his feet, saw that he was rocking backwards and forwards a little. He was nervous, fidgeting. You looked back up at his chocolate brown eyes, so earnest.

‘I’m bad at keeping on top of things, and I…for a while there I took a lot of drugs because…well, because I liked them,’ at this his dimples emerged and you grinned at him because you couldn’t help yourself, ‘but also because sometimes they made it go quiet. But not anymore, so sometimes I just get a bit…overwhelmed. I don’t want you to think I don’t care. About you. I do.’

You couldn’t say anything, had no idea what you could possibly say. Dieter watched you, watched the way this news was sinking in by your eyebrows, how they saddled up when you were listening, dropped down as you thought. He hadn’t wanted to practice this, exactly, but all the way over he’d thought of what he wanted to say. At the crunch, though, he’d just let all the worlds fall out onto the carpet at your pretty little feet.

You exhaled, and he felt his stomach lurch. He wondered for a moment if you would throw him out. You seemed strong enough to. He would understand.

‘I think I get it,’ you said, eventually. ‘But how come the other night, and the beach? It felt…different.’

Many months later, after you had left and all Dieter had of you was the rubble where your partnership had collapsed, his mind would come back to this moment. Looking back on it, it felt like one of those times where realities branched off into two different directions, and he couldn’t help but to ponder how things could have been if he’d told you the truth. Had considered it for more than a moment, before he’d decided he didn’t need to so long as his Ritalin guy never dried up.

‘That was me,’ he said, preying somewhere under the multimillion dollar franchises, beer commercials, buried under the dregs of the methylphenidate hydrochloride, he was still a good actor. ‘This is just…I’ve just had a bad day. Works made me crazy. I’ll do better, baby, I promise.’

He pulled you closer, stared down at your lips as your jaw stayed tight in indecision. He ran his thumb down your cheek, watched as your eyes went soft as he gazed at you. ‘These your PJs?’ he asked, looking you up and down, his dimples popping out as he grinned at you. You looked down at your sweats.

‘Wasn’t expecting company,’ you said, as he reached out and plucked at the hem of your ratty sleep shirt.

‘Like ‘em,’ he said, and he was inching closer to you now, letting go of your cheek to run his hand around your back, pulling you closer to him. Up this close he could smell the last of your perfume, could feel the warmth of you in his arms. Your muscles were relaxing, the tension leaving your shoulders. He bent down and put a little kiss just behind your ear. ‘Like ‘em better on the floor,’ he whispered, before he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. You screamed in his ear, your world suddenly tilting 180 degrees.

‘To the bedroom!’ he announced, as if he was launching a great expedition, giggling as you tried to wriggle from his grasp before quickly realising he had no idea where he was going. ‘Oh shit, which way?’ he asked, as you reached down and grabbed the back of his pant legs, steering him like some kind of upside-down Ratatouille, towards your bed.  

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[bioluminescentfrog]

for which ranked player do you have the most channel points for, and why? got any recommendations for people to watch?

NONNIEEEE thank you for this ask i love you forever. OK so the ranked guys! As for most points, its kinda hard since some people are on and off ranked, but for people i would generally consider ranked players, I 100% have the most for rowl, simply bc 1- hes good background noise 2- ive been watching him the longest 3- he doesnt have any points redemptions. I'm at 94.9k for him, then next is hax with 74k and two meow purchases, then mongey with 48.7k and. i have redeemed so many bigbigmongeys. And finally doog with 32k points. ish. I have the most from hax bc he streams at great times for me usually and i have a sub, so extra points :')

BUT YEAH RECS honestly just those 4 that i mentioned, i love them very much. If you want a yapper, I would say hax all the way- he's very energetic usually, a great player (although inconsistent), and even though he's working on the 100 hardcore challenge at the moment, he still does ranked occasionally. He listens to mostly piano, which i really like. most streamers have mid music and its tolerable at best, but imo but hax music goes hard ^-^

Second, i think bigbigmongey is awesome. He doesnt play music, so you can do your own music, he's a good player, and honestly, he's the most expressive nomic streamer. Very chaotic, but very funny, so i always have a good time in his chat. You will also see many tumblrinas there :^ in general, good player, hilarious guy, and very silly all around

Third is Rowl, i mostly watch him when im very sleepy as his music isnt very chaotic, and i have fallen asleep to his streams many times. Rowl is a fun player to watch if you want a good player, but be careful, his chat is scary and he can get tilted easily. It terrifies me. I think ive sent maybe 10 messages ^-^

Last but not least is doog. I love how he plays minecraft (?) Like yes, he is cracked, i think we're all aware of that, but he has a way of scouting terrain and reacting in-game when something gets messed up that feels very. him. Again, mostly a streamer i watch as background noise at night or when i wake up, but i do still enjoy his streams

Additionally, Ive started watching retropog recently and even though his stream times suck for me and he doesnt stream often, he's a mic aussie streamer and honestly. just seems very chill. yk. Beefsalad also has very pleasant streams, also i get to see carlos (the dog) every time he uses tiktok :] dolqin is another good runner and fun streamer but he doesnt stream much. oxidiot too!!! there are just too many fantastic runners to fit into one post. but yeah! those are my frogs. my guys. blorbos from my ranked. i hope you like them :D

#ask #anon ask #THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YAP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ITS SO EASY TO TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THEM KSFHKIADS #mcsr #mcsr ranked

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

#Given some of it IS lines of code and stuff but like.. minus all that it's still probably at least 85 - 95k words hhhhhh #AND I have to do this for another 3 characters. Then a few partial quests for 3 others. THEN the other random misc stuff in the game #(like there are public areas in the city like a park and a forest that you can go and do a few things at. and chat with a few random #townsfolk that aren't actually full characters or anything. And there's a community board where you can #browse some of the random job advertisments or silly things that happen to be posted around #and also pick up a few odd jobs of your own to help earn coin to buy gifts for the npcs. etc. etc.) #Originally I was thinking like 'ah I'll make a short little game just to try it out! :3 It'll take maybe a few months!'' #haha........................hee hee........................................hoho #Also evil that it would have been done already if I didn't totally drop itand stop working on it for like 5 years randomly #i could have made 5 years of steady slow progress gradually. instead of like 'one initial idea dump + about a month of art and writing' #...... 5 year break..... 'sudden mad dash to try to get probably 400.000 words written in a year or less' lol #I just really want to be done and have something out there already so it can lead to doing other things in my world..!!!!!! T o T #Like this can be an introduction and then maybe from that I can make other games. or short story anthologies. or other such things #But there needs to be some initially not very complex easy to interact with starting point first I guess... if that makes sense #That's part of why I stopped posting worldbuilding lore dump stuff as often because its' like.. massive walls of novella length #text are much more inacessible to engage with than like.. ooh a game! and there's characters! so its more approachable! and theres #visuals! oo! and the text is broken up in small bits line by line with other things in betwen! oo! etc. etc. lol #Not that THIS is even very accessible. I think dialogue heavy interactive fiction/visual novel type stuff is pretty niche and considered #boring or tedious compared to something with more ''gamplay'' like where you can actually move around in a world #and shoot things or whatever lol. But its an inbetween point. something SLIGHTLY #more accesible for now. Since i just dont have the budget or means or ability to make some skyrim type thing obviously LOL #Though maybe if theres any interest in the visual novel that could lead to making other things too. or at least I hope. I have a VERY cool #idea for a more ''gamey'' type of game that is a super fun concept and etc. but I would need to hire at least 2 people to make it.. ough.. #I could do all the writing and probably half of the art. But I think I'd inevitably need a 3d artist and someone who can Code For Real hbjh #the system for ren'py (the thing I'm making a visual novel in) is not that complicated if you stick to just simple dialogue and stuff. #Making a whole moderately sized 3d game with minigames in it and a bunch of quest features and etc. would be out of my simplistic scope #''just learn it yourself!!' ... i barely manage to eat and sleep reliably every day lol... i do not function well enough to spend months #learning that many new skills. I already have a lot of of things I'm good at (not in a braggy way but just factually like.. i already have #a wide variety of different things under my belt).. at some point I have to just be happy with what i CAN already do and focus on that #and admit I need to get outside help sometimes ghjbh... NO more new skills/hobbies!!! ... ANYWAY

[idiotsonlyevent]

hello! where are the meijack panels from if you don't mind my asking? is that the adventurer's bible? if it is do you know where I can read it? sorry if this is a really obvious question, I've only found Japanese copies when I google it and I'm not fluent enough in that yet. thank you for your post and for being CORRECT about chilchuck, and have a lovely day!

no worries - it is! you can find a mega link to download the adventurer's bible here (also linking the full post i got it from, because it has the link for daydream hour and a bunch of other art books as well!). if you'd prefer to not download something or don't have the space, i use mangafire, and if you'd prefer a physicial copy, you can see if your local library has it!

for reference: meijack (and the rest of his daughters) appear on page 20! also there is an updated version that hasn't been translated yet, though i anticipate we'll be getting it in 2025/2026, since it just came out last year.

#L.txt #L.ask #dungeon meshi #chilposting #you are SO real for asking bout meijack specifically btw... thats my beautiful blue-collar wife and i love her so much #also ough... so behind on my japanese also... i feel you anon 🤝 #sorry if you found the Good Dad post after i turned reblogs off #but i can only see so many 'chilchuck is a massive liar but i still believed him when he said he had a bad relationship with his kids' #type of takes before my eye starts twitching #like maybe... that was the point of the post? to get people to consider Why they were assuming he was a bad dad? #like you don't have to tell me he's a liar. leed already did that . the question was why are you taking what he says at face value #when he's a notorious liar and self-saboteur #fgjkshkjhdfk;jgldf sorry for rambling ty for the kind words!! have a nice day/night!

[urmomsstuntdouble]

not to be political but I've seen a lot of people saying that those who call Israel an apartheid don't know what they're talking about and um. As someone who has studied South African apartheid as well as grown up in a Jewish community. This claim has more merit than you think

#this post is brought to you by an article i read “debunking” the claim that israel is an apartheid and their “evidence” #included several policies that are the same if not more intense than apartheid era policies against black south africans #there are comparisons that hold weight here #although one thing i dont get and havent had explained to me yet. it looks to me as though both arabs and jews are indigenous to the region #in the way that both the hopewell culture and lenape people are indigenous to my state of pennsylvania #and thats a flimsy comparison i suppose since the hopewell culture (who lived here first chronologically) has died out #but anyway theres a case for indigeneity for both jews and arabs #its so silly to me that we dont consider both to be indigenous? yes many jews that came into israel in the early 20th century were #white europeans and carried the colonial baggage of that with them #but idk why its so hard to believe that an oppressed group can also be an oppressor?? like where's the intersectionality babes #anyway. the original point of this post was that maybe more of yall need to look into what south african apartheid was actually like #much like h*m*s leadership a lot of the ANC leadership was forced into exile and had to live and work outside of their country #(and this comparison is not perfect im aware. the tactics of the anc and h*m*s are totally different. however i think this comparison has #weight in that they are both one of the biggest names in opposition to the government. they do this in different ways at different levels o #intensity and violence. that is not to be ignored. but there are some comparisons that we can make and exile doesnt strike me as a bad one) #the bantustans in south africa were also constructed in a way that much like the west bank makes it highly difficult for an actual real #state to form #and the way that theyre set up invites puppet governments and corruption. this gives a major advantage to the apartheid state #id recommend reading Trevor Noah's Born A Crime if you havent #its a great introduction to what daily life in aparthid and after was like (its a memoir from about 1990-2005ish) #(apartheid was legally ended in 1994 but there are still remnants of it today and there were even more at the time of Born a Crime) #anyway these are my political thoughts of the day #edit: to my tangent about both groups being able to have some sort of claim to indigeneity. that in no way justifies any of the brutality #going on #i think its espeically cringe of israel to claim indigeneity and a sacred relationship with the land then create an environmental #catastrophe like they have in gaza. making the land unliveable is a bit of a perversion of the relationship you have with that land innit #in case it wasnt clear: ceasefire now and free palestine

[boygirlctommy]

i made 2 new ocs and i love them but one of them is going to die and im upset about it

#my post #local man attempts to write a tragedy for the first time. wish him luck #its about a person whos disconnected from others and just. generally apathetic. survives and keeps to themself and thats about it #and then they meet another person. and they choose to let themself get attached. and its wonderful and exciting and fulfilling in a way thi #person hasnt felt in years. but like i said.. the other person is going to die. #and the person blocks it off turns it off pushes it down at first. but that just leaves a sinking feeling in the persons stomach every time #they look at the other. so they choose to feel it. they choose to feel the grief and the love at least until its time for them to part #and when they do. the person only considers pushing it down again. i mean its reflex at this point. but they let themself feel it and they #let themself cry and they let themself breakdown #and like. even though it hurts it hurts so much.. its better than not feeling it. and just the years of all of it of all the not feeling #comes out. and they head back home alone again #but this time. they think they might get themself a pet. and maybe theyll even talk to people when they go into town #the end #augh #i have no idea why my brain decided i was gonna make this. i dont know where the hell this came from #just went 'oo i want an oc whos learning how to care for others again' and oops! dead people!

[thecherrygod]

thinking about hdb while holding my head in my hands and suffering

#my posts #i cant fully articulate this #idk if i have the time either #but. help. i will tag this with my organization tags. i may see this at some other time and maybe ill be able to so #disco elysium #hdb #im just thinking about him and martinaise harry and his childhood and the 15th indotribe thing and dora #how probably considering the type of friends he had and how they all ended..... they were probably all like him personality wise #like. im not saying they were bad people like harry was kind of an asshole but not fully #like they were all a bunch of teens in a bad situation trying to make the best of it however they can and well... didnt work out too well #but what i mean is that i think thats partially why he got that level of attached to dora? she didnt go through what he did #she had the money to not go through that she was stable she was a constant in his life that was pure and that wasnt always #going through something. a guide. harry went to her like a moth to a fire with pure devotion bc she was everything he never had #she probably also treated him different than what all his previous friends would have. i imagine her to be very gentle #and harry probably never got to know too much about people being soft so that was also. new. but somethign imposible to him #so i can see how he would love her like that to the point of basically worshipping her as god and how he would still love her #years after it went to shit even when he cant remember anything. it makes sense #i think they were engaged bc the wedding gown but idk if its said in game. but he loved her enough to want to marry her in a world #where real love isnt possible for him but only for new people in a new world he still wanted that with her even if it didnt work out #he holds to whatever he can of her as a lifeline and i. man. dude. yeah no i get him #idk how long they were together but it also doesnt matter bc of how harry is as a person #also of course at first it was all good. she was basically fixing him but he cant get fixed only with love in a world like that! #or with a life like his... it was always going to go down. and i. dude #... i am thinking about this as someone who still loves someone and we werent even dating like #i think if we dated and it went bad like. i think id be in a similar situation to harry tbh. i get him #yeah no yeah lmao i do think of this person also sort of as the only good thing in my life #and i am glad she did reject me when i confessed bc if i had fully lost her i dont know where id be? but also man its been 7 years #of the rejection and basically 10 of falling for her. i get harry so fucking badly on this one USHDGIUHUSG #ok in the end i did say what i had to say but in the tags i dont think ill make a proper post out of it #but i did write it in a way that wasnt articulated for a post so i think i was right making it like this lmao

[violexides]

i have so many neat articulated thoughts on so many issues it is a shame that i accidentally convinced everyone i know in my personal life that i am extremely stupid in order to shield myself from failure and boost other people’s ego 👍

#ides.txt #lh ish but SRSLY DONT BE LIKE ME... #one of my online friends called me smart once and i actually think i cried #AND SOME OF MY ACTIVISM IRLS CALL ME INTELLIGENT TOO BUT LIKE #NONE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS THINK I AM SJDKFHDSFKJ #I wonder if i should tell them at some point that like 90% of the times ive said Idk who that is i was lying for comedic value #OK UPDATE IM STUPID SO I TEXTED 2 OF MY FRIENDS ABT THIS #BUT ITS LIKE. It genuinely upsets me because i like to think that im smart! #but i also uhhh have mental health issues Including brain fog so i can't remember a lot of info other people remember #and i also um. lie to get attention <3 #WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS ON MAIN LMAOOOO #THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY PLS LAUGH #being on discord servers when i was 14 srsly ruined my ability to interact w other ppl #THIS POST DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE IM putting it in the shredder #Oh my God why did i even text my friends abt this MAYBE IM A DUMBASS DID U CONSIDER THIS ... #I just made an entire post abt not being a dumbass Literally planned though

[southislandwren]

He grills you about your religion for 40 minutes straight, a week after meeting you, and now he thinks you’re 1) actually a full-believing Jesuit 2) indoctrinated into being asexual 3) want to hear his shitty and passive aggressive takes on religion

#this is about my boss’s husband btw and he did actually argue with me about being asexual #because he thinks the jesuits poisoned my mind and now I’m damaged beyond repair #he just sent me some article about the jesuits and it’s like. I only told you I was Jesuit because I thought you were some conservative #I’m only on the edge of being Jesuit because I need an idea of heaven so I can see my dog again & I was raised a Jesuit #1. my asexuality actually isn’t up for debate and the only way I would ever have sex is to fuck your mom or your wife you piece of shit #2. it doesn’t matter why I consider myself religious you don’t get to be snarky about my reasoning #3. I am going to fucking snap on you at some point if you don’t reign in the sass buddy. #diary post #bro he brought up my sexuality at fucking farmers market. with other people around #I don’t care about discussing it when it’s you and me and your drunk wife. but in market?? where people can hear?? #oh and I’m the vent for my boss AND my aunts husband complaints #which is fine I don’t mind being a good listener. my problem is that I can’t insert myself into their issues!! #it’s not my place to say ‘maybe if you physically attacked your husband he wouldn’t be such a dick.’ or ‘have you tried gaslighting him?’ #ugh I just really hate that guy. I can be civil and polite but eventually I’ll snap #okay deep breaths. I will probably be okay #the kids got back today from the weekend and I spent maybe 4 hours with them and I’m already wiped out :( #goodnight. cheesemaking tomorrow but the boss pushed us back an hour so we can sleep in

[fiercynn]

okay, if you have ever made or reblogged a “hold your nose and vote for biden” post, this is for you.

here’s the fucking thing about these kinds of posts. i've been seeing them since i first returned to tumblr in, I think, late 2022? they've certainly increased in frequency since october 7, but they were there before too, ready to counter any kind of opposition to biden that has cropped up. many of them are not just trying to educate people about what positive things biden has done, which, like, at least I can understand the motivation behind those ones? but so many of them are directly in response to people criticizing biden, and their only real point is “sure you’re upset at this thing biden did, but have you considered the election?” starting YEARS before the next presidential election, mind you.

and october 7 only made that clearer. i don’t think it had been a week before i saw these posts cropping up. can you not see how fucking ghoulish that is? to look at the rightful pain and anger of those whose relatives and communities are being slaughtered with active american support, to respond to one of the few pieces of agency most americans have in influencing what their governments do – their vote – by saying “yes but trump would be worse.” as if the primary people you’re lecturing – palestinians, muslims, arabs, black people, indigenous people, disabled people, other marginalized people – don’t remember exactly how bad it was under trump!

and even if you think not voting is an empty gesture – something i, who studied political science at a mainstream american lib college, who has worked as a field organizer on a previous democratic presidential campaign and for several policy campaigns, who currently works in public policy in america, used to believe, but have absolutely changed my mind on – what is in no way an empty gesture is saying publicly that you will not vote for someone. the arguments people usually have about why simply not voting is bad are that you can’t tell why someone is not voting, so it is as likely to be apathy or disenfranchisement as it is a political statement. but saying publicly that you will not vote for someone, and why you will not vote for them, absolutely is a political statement, and potentially a powerful one! but you choose to negate and/or ignore that by trotting out the “lesser of two evils” bullshit.

and then there’s the whole “yes but people will DIE under trump”. PEOPLE ARE DYING NOW. even if you’re fucking racist and have decided that palestinian lives don’t count, have you forgotten biden’s ongoing covid minimalism and dismantling of the CDC’s covid research and prevention infrastructure? have you forgotten his increase in spending for law enforcement scant years after the murder of george floyd and his administration's surveillance of protesters, including cop city protesters? have you forgotten his recent ramp-up in deportations of undocumented immigrants, including the active continuation of many trump-era policies?

maybe you have forgotten all those things and do purport to care about palestinians, but you just think that biden is doing his best to influence netanyahu and is getting nowhere! but then you must have forgotten all of the things that biden and his administration themselves have done to further this fucking genocide, including:

continuing to send arms to israel

putting together a military task force within days of yemen’s red sea blockade and attacking yemeni ships

bombing yemen

bombing syria

bombing iraq

vetoing three ceasefire resolutions at the united nations

testifying to defend israel and its genocide and occupation at the international court of justice

refusing to rescue palestinian-americans stuck in gaza

halting funding to the united nations relief and works agency for palestinian refugees (UNRWA) based on israeli claims that 12 of UNRWA’s over 30,000 staff were hamas agents, even though u.s. intelligence has not been able to independently verify this

lying that he’s personally seen photos of babies beheaded by hamas when he hadn’t because they didn’t exist (and even when his own staff cautioned him that reports of beheaded babies may not be credible)

questioning the number of palestinian deaths reported by the gaza ministry of health (when even israel has not questioned them, since they are in fact proud of those numbers)

perpetuating lies about hamas having committed the attack on al-aqsa hospital

questioning united nations reports of adults and children raped by israeli soldiers while claiming to have proof (that no one else has seen) of hamas doing the same

honestly so many more things that i can’t remember them all but others feel free to add

or maybe you haven’t forgotten any of that, and think that you’re still justified in lecturing people about why they should vote for biden, because you genuinely believe trump would still be worse. if that is the case, you have still failed to see that by saying you will vote for biden no matter what, you are part of the problem of biden continuing to act like this. because biden is counting on fear of trump to win him this next election no matter what else he does. despite his appalling polling numbers, despite the knowledge that he is losing the palestinian-american vote, the arab-american vote, the muslim-american vote, the black american vote, the youth vote – despite all of that, he is secure in the idea that he will still win because he is better than trump. can you not see how that allows him to act without impunity? how it becomes increasingly impossible for his base to influence what he’s doing if he thinks that they will be with him no matter what? this is how you make yourself complicit to biden’s actions, by not affording anyone even the slightest power to hold him accountable for anything.

and in most cases, the “hold your nose and vote for biden” thing is the response of people who aren’t even being instructed by others not to vote for biden. it is their response to people saying they themselves are choosing not to vote for biden. fucking ghoulish.

#fuck biden #u.s. politics #free palestine #genocide #covid #immigrant justice #prison abolition #police abolition #ableism #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

[prettyboykatsuki]

— ❈ YOU'RE SO PRETTY, BABY.

▸ prompt ; companions and their responses to being called pretty boy / pretty girl.

▸ a/n ; bit of a generic post im sorry forreal. while i was originally just going to write this for astarion i had ideas for. all the other companions.

most of the characters have a reader w a specific class or background, all varied! also spoilers for gale, shadowheart, karlach, and lae'zel.

reader / tav is always gender neutral!

▸ wc ; about 4.5k, about 700+ words per companion.

ft. astarion, wyll, gale, shadowheart, karlach, lae'zel

no minthara or halsin bc i could not bring myself to write it. but maybe later if enough people ask lol.

❈ ASTARION ;

Astarion tries his very best to find your affection for him trite, even when he knows it doesn't feel that way. It's an instinct for him, one you'll simply have to make peace with you if you're really planning on tailing him to the end of the world.

Truth be told though, he likes your generally affectionate nature. He hasn't reached a point he can admit this so openly, but the comfortable and easy way you reach for him is nice. He likes how your hands seem to stretch for him, the way you cling to his spine when you sleep in his tent and the likes.

And while he is not stranger to hypocrisy, he thinks it'd be amiss to try and bar you from calling him any pet names when he calls you so many. He's got quite a few handy. Darling is a favorite, followed by dear, and sometimes my love when he can muster up the courage to mean it instead of saying it like he's trying to perform.

You like to call Astarion by his name though, most often. He isn't exactly sure why you're so fond of it, and truthfully he's done little to consider his own name. You say it wonderfully though, tasteful and loving and soft.

Sometimes you gasp it in offense or horror or shock, other times in pleasure. Sometimes you whimper it in your sleep, groping around until your hands fist in the material of his shirt and you drag him back to you.

In any case, he's used to hearing his name. So hearing you utter the words pretty boy to him, he can't help but be a little shocked.

You're a little tipsy. A hard, arduous journey of fighting githyanki soldiers has taken a terrible toll on your normal inhibitions. You're quite flushed while you're drunk, and all the same sitting in his lap like you've not a care in the world.

Astarion doesn't mind holding you. In fact, he's thinking of all the terribly teasing things he can say to you come morning. So far, you've done nothing but mumble. It's a sudden movement, your hands clasped around his face.

"Feeling forward are we darling?" He says, like second nature. It's so reactionary it's banal, though he does have some enthusiasm since the flirtation is directed at you. Instead of your usual giggling, you stare at him with your lips parted.

"I suppose I am pretty boy," You reply, a completely foreign confidence in your voice that stops him dead in his tracks. Underneath the thick layer of flirtation is sincerity so unmistakable it almost proves to be too much "Could I ask you to keep me company?"

Astarion is, eternally grateful about the fact you don't get much more than that out of you. He spends the entire night thinking about it. You're certainly not the first to call him pretty, and that particular phrasing has been thrown to him more than once.

Yet it rings a little differently. The way you said it so tenderly, your hands stroking the nape of his neck and cupping his face. Well, it's not nothing. He can't decide if he hates it or not until the next morning comes.

Your eyes flutter open as light pours through the open part of his tent. You reach over to him with a deep sigh, engaging in some quiet morning affection when you repeat yesterdays sentiment.

"Good morning, my very pretty boy," You say - and this time Astarion is sure whatever he is feeling he has not ever felt previously "Sorry for the antics last night."

"So your memory hasn't failed you. Good to know." Astarion says back. You laugh lightly. "Your charming little pet name worried me quite a bit."

"Nothing to worry about my love." You say, warm and nuzzling into his neck likely to cool yourself from over-heating "I really do find you very pretty."

He can't help the feeling that floods his sense. He likes it even though he feels a little clingy, but perhaps there's no need to admit that.

"Oh, really, darling? How sweet you are. Tell me again, then. Just for kicks this time."

❈ WYLL ;

it's a matter of getting used to it for Wyll.

For the first month of your adventuring together, pretty boy, had been a somewhat condescending substitute for his name. Among other ones, like daddy's boy and prince. None of the pet names held any real affection.

You liked getting under his skin, after all.

You didn't get on at first, not for a long while. You're a rogue, a ratty street urchin turned mercenary who'd spent your youth climbing through the soil and mud of the Lower City's underbelly. Your words verbatim, not his. At first, your resentment for him caught him off guard, especially because Wyll prefers to keep the peace and get along with everyone. But, he had a difficult time understanding you, even with his people skills

Eventually it clicked that your resentment was less towards him, and more towards what he represents. You're a Baldurian, but one abandoned by the city and it's people. What else could the Ravengards represent if not the future you never had a chance to look towards.

It was easier after that. And Wyll had promised to himself to observe you closer. In that, he found to like you a great deal.

He's fond of pet names in general, but more fond of you lately. At the beginning of your adventure, it was a little difficult to get accustomed to your... roughness. You lack delicacy, but you're not exactly silver tongued.

Yet, you're not as cruel as you make yourself out to be. Contrarily, while you've traveled together, Wyll bore witness to only gentleness. Nothing more. The words you spoke about only doing things for coin had been clearly disproved by your countless acts of charity. Especially gentle and kind to children, and especially unforgiving to the rich and unhelpful.

Once he got used to it, there was something kind of...sweet about it. To see you say one thing and do another had it's own novelty that Wyll grew fond of you.

It was the night of tiefling party that roused his feelings. That night, he'd watched you play with the tiefling children all night, teaching them tricks of the trade.

And you'd started falling for him, too, judging by the way your usual snark was nowhere to be found.

Especially vivid is the change in your tone when you call him the same way you did before.

"We'll take a short rest for you, pretty boy." Your voice murmurs, looking carefully over his wounds while place down your own weapons "Get your spells back. Organize our things in the mean time."

He gives you look, examining your own worry before his smile stretches into one of fondness. It doesn't bother him at all, not anymore. No, lately - it sounds rather fond, and each time Wyll hears it, it does something for ego.

"No need for the concern, though I am appreciative," He says, not bothering to mask the smug quality in his voice at your change. He delights in it a little, admittedly . "I'll be alright soon enough."

You don't seem to notice, too busy wiping your blade of fresh blood, metal shiny as moonlight. "And there's no need for your heroism, Blade of Frontiers. Have some discernment about time and place."

You look up at him with your brows furrowed, and Wyll can barely help himself. "Are you worried I'll lose what's left in my appearances? I'm just telling you there's no need to trouble yourself over it."

It takes you a while to register to his words, but when it finally does - your eyes blow wide. The look of embarrassment on your face is well worth it.

"I thought you hated when I called you that." You say coolly.

"It's not so bad," He says back tenderly, staring at you "At least not anymore."

You pout a little. Wyll fights some unspoken urge to kiss you. A little longer.

"I prefer when you're acting oblivious,"

"Sorry to disappoint."

He lets his head lay on the wall behind him - reaching a hand for yours instead, trying to rest up as promised. He sees you smiling from the corner of his eye and affirms it to himself. You squeeze, soft, but otherwise say nothing about it.

Yes, lately, nothing you say could get under his skin. Even when you so obviously try.

❈ GALE ;

Gale is always the poet, never the muse.

He thought highly of his relationship with Mystra, and in many ways still does. He loved her. This much is true. He can't say for any certainty if she had loved him just as much, or at all. He wasn't the first mortal, and would hardly be the last.

But he loved her, enough to write about her and wax poetic about all that he'd lost.

When Gale examines any of his past relationship, he realizes this is some kind of pattern. Gale is good at being loving, but he does not know for certain if any of them loved him back. Or if he was loved in the way he loves - if it was anything near close. Gale had thought, at one point, it was just matter of destiny. Gale is after all, a man who bleeds with all he has.

He can't blame anyone for loving him less than when he is categorically too much. He thought that way for a long time, destined himself to never find love again or beg for Mystra's forgiveness for some new found purpose.

When you came into his life, he hadn't been sure what would come of your relationship. Certainly a brain parasite would make camp a difficult place for romance, but the two of you managed against all odds. Among all the things that Gale finds astonishing about your relationship - it's your affection for him that catches him the most off-guard.

It's a little sad, he can admit. But it's true. When you speak to Gale, your voice is always soft. It's never demanding. Before, always, there had been some kind of expectation. Gale had to be a certain way, to pour himself into someone else for the sake of it being returned.He loved. Surely he loved.

But now, lately, you love him back. Overwhelmingly. The easiness of your love makes him feel a little... spoiled. Which is embarrassing, at the stage of life he's in. He finds the whole thing tips him over the edge. The heat creeping up his neck every time he remembers. Your hand brushing against the back of his neck, cupping his face so gently.

Gale, perhaps unsurprisingly, is fond of your various pet names. All of them sound good. Make him feel important and desired. You like to call him a bookworm, sometimes you call him baby (which he really likes much more than he is ever willing to admit), and other times you settle on saying my love.

Pretty boy is new. Pretty boy is different, and makes heat crawl up the back of Gale's neck like a smitten school boy.

It has a special effect on Gale.

In between classes, spoken with your hands cupping his face as he leans on his desk. The sunlight is pouring through the large paneled windows, casting a warmth on your expression. Gale is sat on his desk, making you eye-level.

"I'm glad you've come to see me," Gale says to you first, breaking a period of comfortable silence. You're a busy person, given all the heroics. Gale finds it troublesome, despite the fact you've moved with him to Waterdeep. Your reputation precedes you "It's been ages,"

"Of course I'd come to see you, pretty boy," You hum, thumb brushing under his cheek - carefully drawing a line "You're very healing to look at."

The effect is rather immediate. As soon as the words leave your lips, spoken to him so lovingly - he unlocks a part of himself he always seems to forget about. Forgets himself in a fundamental way, the flurry of heat and euphoric sensation of adoration washing over him like water.

He gives you a look, and you laugh - pressing your thumb to his lower lip as you lean in for a kiss. "Stop pouting, will you?"

"I'm doing nothing of the sort," He insists, kissing you despite him. You laugh into, warm and bubbly. For a minute, he remembers all he might've lost had he done what Mystra told him.

He's glad he's alive. To feel you.

"You very much are," You reply back, once you've managed to pull away from each other "Don't be so surprised. You've always been very pretty to me."

He blushes again, deeper, and closes his eyes.

❈ SHADOWHEART ;

You don't often communicate your feelings to Shadowheart through words.

You're something of a stoic. Of the few people in Shadowheart's past who remain by her side, many of them communicate about how surprised they are about your partnership. Shadowheart is known to be a little snarky, witty. She used to be very prickly, at the start of your adventure together - so everyone questions how you were able to win her heart.

Truthfully, Shadowheart didn't know what to make of your personality at first. There's a silence to you. Maybe she should expect this of paladin so loyal. A Paladin of Torm, the unswerving enemy of injustice and corruption. You've always been a devout person, putting action and justice over everything. She hated it at first, a natural response for a Sharran, she figures.

Once she'd left it all behind, she could no longer use it as an excuse.

Truth be told, Shadowheart had always liked that aspect of you. Your devotion spoke to something greater than your oath or even your god. You had simply believed in the world, and inadvertently in her. You saved her from herself, her parents from her fate, and then some.

Your devotion to her as a lover isn't something so different. She often thinks you would swear yourself to her if you could. For Shadowheart, your affection is akin to worship. Every morning, the animals are tended and the flower bed is damp. You wake her mother up without a start, remind her of where she is without making her feel ashamed. You're good to her father, talk to him of worldly politics at the dinner table.

She has no complaints to make about you. Your love for her is tangible, something she can reach out and touch with her fingers.

She's unused to hearing your affections, though. Unused to hearing the words.

You lay together in the darkness. You're alone tonight, the entire cabin empty. Her mother and father have gone together on an outing together, after you accompanied them into the city. You've finally returned, put the horses up in the stable, and have to come to her side.

Shadowheart likes to lay in your arms. She lets herself curl into your weight, inhales the scent of your skin - earthy and rich as you let your arm fold around her waist. She lays ontop of you today, her whole body on yours like a blanket.

She looks up at you, her her tied loosely. She can practically feel how glowy her own expression is as she examines you - sees her reflection in your irises.

You let your hand lay over her back, reaching up underneath her nightwear to lay touch her skin. She gives you a look - her smile small, sincere. Your own expression is tired from travel, but fond. You insisted on taking her parents instead of letting them go alone.

She loves you more than she cares to admit.

"You're staring." She comments blithely "See something you like?"

Normally you'd flush a little at this, silent as you kiss her forehead or cheek. This time though, you use your fingers to brush the stray hairs from her face and nod.

"Yes, pretty girl," You hum, nonchalantly. Sagely. "I really do,"

She's so caught off guard, she can't help but gape. She lifts herself slightly to stare at you in shock.

"I've never heard you talk like that. Not once while we've been together. I mean.. you've called me beautiful but," Shadowheart stumbles, a fluttery feeling in her stomach she'd rather ignore "But it's never like that,"

"I think it more often that I say it,"

"And you always think to call me that?"

"Like I said, often," You look over he carefully, before your lips pull into an easy smile "You're pretty to the point I want to tell you all the time,"

Shadowheart is scarcely embarrassed by anything. She's a practiced woman at this point in her life. It's almost juvenile the way the words effect her. It's you saying it that makes all the difference. The way you've said it that makes her squirm. She lets out a little puff of air, silent as you laugh.

"Pretty girl," You repeat, warm and gentle and laced with exhaustion "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

Shadowheart tucks her face into your neck, voice as soft a murmur as the sound of her own heart rings in her ears.

"Don't make a habit of talking like that," She huffs "I already know, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to hear."

You smile brightly. "I'm glad,"

❈ KARLACH ;

Karlach adores you, utterly and completely.

She's a little caught off-guard by it. Just when she'd convinced herself she couldn't love you more, you surprise her all over again. She'd probably harbored some sort of affection for you from the start of your adventure together, when you'd gone to bat for her and make sure Wyll didn't take her head as a trophy.

Since then, though - on your journey together, she'd taken careful notice of you. And gods, she likes you. You're very different she must admit. Where Karlach is strong and fiery, you're cool and calculated. She figured that's just what magic users are like, but Gale is pretty keen on correcting this assumption. You're a sorcerer, specifically, means the whole magic thing is in your composition and not your study.

Which explained why your head isn't the books like their local wizard. She does find you to be rather charming. You're good at talking your way in and out of almost everything, and you can outwit even the cleverest people on camp. You'd think it'd make you... annoying. Or cruel. And sure, you're a little calculating - but mostly, you're sweet.

Karlach's really never met anyone like you before. Her companionship is a little limited because before the Blood Wars, she was a rag-tag kid in the street of the city. But you grew up in a noble house, learned to charm and finesse your way through everything. You know how to read situations before they've even happened.

And you always explain them to her afterwards.

You make Karlach nervous, strangely. Which is wild! When it comes to socializing, she can get along with almost anyone. You though, you always see right through her. You know when she's using her own personality as a shield, and you always know just when to intervene. Or when to say nothing, and just let her sit with you.

The day she blew up at you, after defeating Gortash - you'd handled it better than she could've hoped. You were comforting, and kind, and let her feel it out without making her feel bad. With you, she felt hopeful despite knowing that the end was probably going to come for her eventually.

With you, she thinks she could endure even the end of the world.

You're in the city now, no longer sleeping in the woods. When everyone else has gone to bed, Karlach finds you in the study, a room attached to the main living quarters.

She knocks before entering. Your voice is soft as you tell her to come in. Dressed in your comfy night clothes, your hair damp from washing up. You're bent over the desk with a furrow in your brow that Karlach finds sweet.

"Hey, baby," She asks, her heart thumping soft "Hope I'm not disturbin' your research."

"Of course not," You reply back, encouraging her towards you "I'm actually due a break."

Wordlessly, you sit up from your chair, pointing for Karlach to sit. She follows through, a little confused as to what you're doing before you plop yourself back into her lap. She throws her head back in laughter.

"Don't know what I was expecting there," She giggles, arm curling around your waist "All cozy?"

"Mm," You melt yourself into her embrace, turning to look at her. Your eyes are soft, free hand cupping her face "I'm cozy. What's keeping you up, pretty girl?"

The words catch her off guard completely, her engine flaring from the heat.

"Shit, what's with that?" She glances down at you, smiling like the cheeky fucker you are "I can't get any redder, you know? It's making my engine burn."

"You like it, no?" Your voice is smooth, smug in a way that gets her hot "My pretty girl,"

Karlach stares at you as you say it. Traces the curve of your lips, the slight arch of your brow. Asses the weight and warmth of you as you lay your legs over her lap and feels her body start to react. She didn't think it was possible to feel so complete by someone, even among the impending doom at the end of the world.

With you it fades away to nothing. Permission to want freely, she had no idea she had wanted that so bad. She had no idea she could want more when you'd already given her so much.

It's nice to be greedy. A little greed is fine, after everything.

"If you keep talking to me like that, we're going to do a lot more than just sitting, you know?" She tells you seriously.

You smile and laugh but don't deny her "Only if you say please,"

❈ LAE'ZEL ;

The Githyanki do not fall in love.

It's a fact of the culture, a mark of their honor. Love is for the soft, tender fleshed species of the material planes. It does not suit warriors, not the ruthless githyanki who spend their entire lives training the sword and learning magic. Love had always been a flimsy concept to Lae'zel. To the point she'd never thought about it or cared too. For the gith, there is only pleasure and carnal desire. The foolishness of longing can only be harbored in the lesser existence of the outer-world. The world outside of her creche.

For a long time, this was true for Lae'zel. She had never intended her time in the material plane to weaken her in the ways in which it did. Or that the experience of a ghaik parasite trapped behind her eyes would will her into cooperation with lesser beings. In many ways egregious, unfathomable. In trying to rid herself of one parasite, she'd found herself another one - more intolerable and more consuming than the first.

You. What a foreign and remarkable bond. From the beginning she had told you the truth, that the gith do not love and she would not be able to love you. Though she could admit passion, admit admiration for your courage, admit possession - she could not admit love. She knew nothing of it.

Over the course of your journey, you'd managed to prove her wrong. Slowly stripped bare of the identity she'd made her life around, you stripped Lae'zel down to her soul. Her most honored solider, and most formidable ally. When the time came, you'd told her to do what she must, to liberate her people. That you'd be there when she returned.

That you'd wait for her.

Months apart with few visits in between meant that each time Lae'zel sees you must make every minute count. Enjoying your body and indulging in carnal pleasures is only so much of that. What Lae'zel looks forward too most, she must admit, is the gentleness of your touch whenever she comes back to Fae'run.

Soft warm whispers among the indulgent plush of bed sheets and candles. A room that smells like lavender and oak, prayer books and scripture littered on the desk. A cleric of Bahamut, and a soul strong as steel.

But this, her head resting in your lap as you stroke her hair so carefully, is what she's missed most of all. No doubt she's going soft.

"Chk. You are smitten by the text in front of you as if you have forgotten of my return,"

You look down at Lae-zel with a laugh, carefully placing said book down on the bedside table. The voice you speak with her is different from her own. Tender fleshed even in your speech, you let her curl herself into you.

A vulnerable position, open to whatever may come.

"I'm sorry, pretty girl," You hum. The words practically startle her "I don't mean to neglect you. It was an interesting passage."

"Pretty...It is true among the githyanki, I am among the finest of their ranks," She replies, turning herself towards you - getting comfortable "Yet still, something stirs."

"Are you embarrassed?" You reply, delighted as her frown deepens. Before she has a chance to argue with you, you lean down to press your lips against hers briefly "How sweet of you."

"I do not get embarrassed," She insists, scowling as you begin to giggle at her "It was merely unexpected."

"You're beautiful to me, Lae'zel." You hum, stroking her cheek gently as she continues to lay herself across. Your eyes are tender and lidded. That look of obsession she recalled from the months prior returned in full, and no longer hidden. Unlike your other mortal companions, or the pale elf - there is nothing hidden in your words. No agenda "More beautiful than anyone else. At least to me. Getting to look at you so closely is a gift."

She softens, her hand gripping yours resting on her chest

"When it is over," She says seriously, a solemness to her voice "I will return to you. This I swear. Without you, the liberation of my people would be no less then a dream,"

You return her smile in kind.

"My pretty, wonderful girl," You hum. She loves you. She thinks she understands it now "I know you'll return to me, nailo. You always keep your promises."

"Yes," She says, an unfamiliar emotion overwhelming her "I will not forsake all we have promised."

The affection in your voice shakes Lae'zel to her core. Initial abrasion fades only into warmth. It's not so bad to hear, even if it is tender fleshed.

▸ a/n ; the word reader uses for lae'zel is elvish for swift winds!! reader is meant to be sort of a book worm so you do not need to picture them as a elf and more of a linguist.

this is the most substantial thing i've written in the last few weeks so commentary is very appreciated. i'd be willing to do a minthara and halsin addition to this eventually if anyone is interested!!

anyways, baldurs gate companions i love u. reblogs so appreciated !

#bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #gale x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae'zel x reader #writing tag #waah. i love them all

[foundfamilynonsense]

Sometimes I just want to sit down and say, like… Gay men, lesbian women, and straight people. You could wake up tomorrow and discover you’re actually bi.

Tomorrow you could meet someone of the sex you do not think you are attracted to and go “oh fuck”. There is no rule— nothing—that says that could not happen to you at any moment.

“I’ve lived forty years without—” so?

“I can just tell I’m—” how?

Now, we can get into the conversation of how these labels aren’t actually law, and that you can be a lesbian even if there was that one guy and you can be a straight guy if there were those two guys in college and etc.

And that’s totally true and valid and we should normalize that. But that’s another post.

My point for this post is that, yes, you are one strange meeting away from being bisexual. It will probably never happen. But you can never say with 100% certainty that it won’t happen.

But that doesn’t mean every gay, lesbian, and straight person should start calling themselves bisexual just in case. That would be a completely absurd thing to expect.

Can you imagine if we go around to gay men and were like “but how do you know you’ll never be attracted to a woman?” Imagine if we did it to straight people? The idea you have to call yourself Bi just in case?

This is easy to understand. So why is it so hard for people to understand when it comes to asexual and aromantic people?

Like… I suppose I could wake up tomorrow and catch some feels for someone. I… doubt it. But it could happen.

But I’ve been alive 22 years and it hasn’t happened yet. So why should I expect it? Why should I spend time thinking about it? Why should I label myself based on that slim possibility?

The number of straight people who have said to me “well you never know” or “maybe you just haven’t met the right person” or whatever. Can you all IMAGINE what they would say to me if I threw it back?

“Oh, sally, you don’t like any women yet but you never know. Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman.” Their heads would explode I think.

I am an adult. I have been through college and it’s social life. My brain is (basically) done developing and I finished puberty quite a while ago. How late do you have to be before people concede that you’re not a “late bloomer” you’re just not gonna bloom at all?

Maybe tomorrow I will wake up and be attracted to someone. I still would consider myself on the aroace spectrum. But to be honest I think I know myself enough to trust it’s not going to happen. And I don’t think I should have to plan for it or expect it.

#aroace #aro #aromanticism #asexuality #queer #I’m very salty today idk

[steddiealltheway]

(A special post for my dear friend Cass @henderdads who is celebrating 10k followers 🫶💛 can’t wait to celebrate more milestones with you 🥳)

Eddie watches the follower count on the Corroded Coffin TikTok rise every time he refreshes their page as the rest of the band looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe your bat song is going to bring us to ten thousand followers. Considering it’s about-”

“Shut up,” Eddie cuts him off, refreshing the page again.

“Seriously though,” Grant says, pointing at the follower count, “We’re going to hit ten thousand pretty soon.”

“Which is a big milestone for us,” Jeff adds before circling in front of where everyone in staring at Eddie phone. “Shouldn’t we celebrate or something?”

All the boys pause for a moment, and Eddie can feel them all staring at him, waiting for some type of creative revelation as if he can just come up with something on the spot like... “I have an idea.”

Gareth and Grant high five as Eddie jumps up and points at Jeff. “Go get some lame confetti party poppers and a cheesy celebration cake.” He turns to Gareth and Grant and points at them. “You guys need to find out how to put our follower count on a laptop or something while I set up my room so we can do a livestream on Tiktok in there.”

“We’ve never done a livestream.”

“Exactly!” Eddie says clapping his hands excitedly, “That’s what will grab people’s attention and boost our follower count. We’ll tell them that follower ten thousand will get a special private video from us or something. I don’t know. Whatever they want!”

“What if they ask us to strip?” Grant asks.

Jeff sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No one is going to ask you to strip, dude.”

“You never know!”

Eddie just laughs as he rushes off to his room.

“Wait!” Jeff yells after him.

Eddie pauses and turns around.

“What money am I using to by this stuff?”

Eddie sighs and digs his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out two twenties and handing them over. “If this doesn’t cover it, you’ve done something wrong.”

Jeff smiles widely before running out the door yelling, “I’m gonna spend all of it!”

Eddie doesn’t even care about his money going down the drain, he’s too excited about reaching ten thousand and being able to call Wayne about it. For now, it’s time to seriously do some work to his room in order to make it somewhat presentable…

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie adjusts the camera stand and the ring light he bought for their videos that he gets constantly made fun of for buying. But the guys can’t deny how much better their videos look, so he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jeff, give me your phone.”

Jeff hands his phone over but whines, “Why my phone?”

“Because you have the best camera,” Eddie explains, setting it up and going to their tiktok page. The numbers are quickly climbing through the nine thousands, and at this rate, they’ll definitely hit 10k during the livestream.

Once everything is prepared, Eddie asks, “Ready?”

Everyone nods and Eddie starts the livestream. He waves at the camera and watches the view count grow quickly. “Oh wow. Hi everyone. We haven’t done this before, so sorry for anything weird that may happen or when Grant inevitably says something dumb.”

Eddie gets a smack on the back of the head as Grant says, “Hey!” Jeff and Gareth just look at each other knowingly and laugh.

Eddie half winces and smiles as he rubs the back of his head and reads the comments asking about the numbers on the computer. “Oh shit. Yeah! Oh wait, I don’t think I should’ve sworn. Oops. Uh, anyways!” He takes a deep breath and gestures to the computer screen. “So, this the whole reason for our livestream. We’re about to hit ten thousand followers-”

“Thanks to you guys!” Gareth interjects.

“Yes, thank you guys. Really. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you,” Eddie says sincerely, laying his hands over his heart. “And we thought that we’d do something special for our ten thousandth follower. Maybe send them a video of us doing a cover of their favorite song or something. We don’t know! Whoever it is, you get to choose.”

“But you can’t make us strip!” Grant yells.

Eddie runs a hand over his face before gesturing dramatically toward Grant. “And this is what I meant when I said Grant would inevitably say something dumb.”

Gareth and Jeff just laugh as Grant turns red. Eddie turns around and pats him on the shoulder. “You know we love you.”

“Yeah, because you would suck without me.”

Eddie turns around and looks at the camera. “That’s absolutely true.” He looks at the comments and notices people asking them questions about when they’re releasing another song and if they’re planning on touring anywhere soon.

Jeff leans over squinting and says, “Oh! Our next song is called Hellfire Rains!”

Gareth looks at him slowly and asks, “Dude, are we allowed to say that?”

Eddie puts his head in his hands. This is absolutely a disaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s head pops back up. “We could do something even worse and give them a sample of it.”

He sees the comment section flood a bit with affirmations of YES PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

Eddie turns to the guys and shrugs. “Are you guys good if I play a weird acoustic version of it?”

All the guys shrug and nod until Jeff stops to say. “Wait, what if we hit ten thousand during that?”

“Then, you guys stop me and we look at the follower,” Eddie replies.

Jeff nods and says, “Okay, but what if I told you we’re only nine followers away from ten thousand?”

“What?!” The rest of the boys yell and turn to the computer, noticing the numbers going up.

Eddie scrambles to grab his phone and go to their page, refreshing their notifications to grab the name of the ten thousandth person. He quickly looks at the camera and says, “Okay guys, I’ll give you that cover after we hit this milestone and freak out.” He refreshes the page and grabs Gareth’s shoulder. “Wait, do you have the party poppers?”

“Shit!” He yells running to the plastic Walmart bag and digging through it, handing them to everyone.

“It’s about to happen guys!” Jeff yells.

Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he refreshes the page over and over.

“Holy shit!” Grant yells first as Gareth and Jeff yell to celebrate. Eddie glances at the screen showing 10,000 and laughs as everyone pulls their confetti party poppers. He turns back and refreshes the page.

He freezes.

“Eddie, man, who is the lucky person?” Jeff asks excitedly.

Eddie looks at them with wide eyes.

“What?” Gareth asks.

Eddie looks back at the name and presses on the profile, noticing their mutual followers confirming that it’s a legit account. “Oh my god.”

The guys all rush around his phone and stare at the page.

Gareth shrieks with laughter. “Holy shit! Steve Harrington? The same infamous Steve who your bat song is about?”

“The same infamous Steve who you had a horrible crush on in high school but could never get the courage to talk to him?” Jeff adds with a laugh.

“I talked to him once,” Eddie grumbles out running his hands over his face. This cannot be happening.

Gareth laughs loudly and says, “Let me recall it.” He turns to Jeff and acts like he gets flustered as he says, “Uh. Steve. Steve Harrington. You’re. Hi. Yeah. You. Uh. So Dustin and you. That’s cool. I. Well. Good seeing you!” Gareth then turns to run away quickly.

Jeff laughs loudly as Grant says, “Uh, guys?”

Eddie shakes his head as Gareth and Jeff ignore Grant to laugh about it until Grant yells, “Guys!”

They all look at him and notice him staring off. Eddie realizes that he’s staring at Jeff’s phone…which is still streaming.

They all seem to realize it at once and freak out. “Turn it off! Turn it off! End it!” Eddie yells as Grant drops the phone and Jeff scrambles to end the livestream.

They all pause and slowly look at Eddie who breathes out, “What are the chances that Steve wasn’t on that livestream and that everyone will forget about this?”

The rest of the boys slowly turn to look at each other with grim looks on their face.

“Oh no,” Eddie says burying his face in his hands. This is not going to be good.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Sure enough, the next day, there’s a viral TikTok going around of the movement that someone had screen recorded, and Eddie’s phone is spammed with texts from Dustin, annoyed at Eddie for never telling him about his pathetic crush on his babysitter.

Eddie ignores it and his friends attempt to drown out his sorrow with cake and platitudes of, “Hey, we’re actually gaining a lot of followers from this.”

Eddie just groans and buries his face in his bed. This cannot be happening.

“We did promise that we’d give our ten thousandth follower something special,” Jeff says. “So we still need to follow through with that.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not going to message him.”

“Then I’m going to message him from our account and pretend to be you,” Jeff says.

As Gareth and Jeff encourage him, Eddie slowly sits up and says, “No. No. I’ll do it.” He begrudgingly reaches over and grabs his phone.

“And while you’re at it, people are complaining about you not doing that short cover so…” Gareth trails off as Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Okay, well we’re going to go pick up some food and give you some space so you don’t kill us,” Jeff says while grabbing Grant and Gareth and dragging them away.

“Thank you!” Eddie yells after them.

“But you’re not getting food unless you’ve sent him a message!” Jeff yells before closing the front door.

Eddie sighs and takes a deep breath before he glances at this phone, ignoring all the text notifications from Dustin, but he becomes curious about the text from a number he doesn’t have saved. He clicks on it.

As your 10,000th follower, do I still get to request something?

This is Steve Harrington by the way

Eddie nearly throws his phone but swipes to Dustin’s texts instead typing out, YOU GAVE STEVE MY NUMBER????

He scrolls through the dozens of texts, noticing a sequence of important texts he missed.

can i give steve your number? he’s asking me for it

eddie i swear he’s not mad or anything

okay i can’t promise that but it didn’t sound like he was mad

eddieeeee

eddie stop ignoring me

if you don’t respond im going to send your number

okay

im sending it

if anything happens i expect to be the first to know!!! don’t make me find out from a tiktok ever again

Eddie takes a deep breath and reasons that at least now he knows the number is legitimate. He opens the texts from Steve and stares at them. There’s no way he can text him.

And for some reason, he immediately decides to call him with is arguably a thousand times worse, but before he can hang up, Steve already answers with a, “Hello?”

Eddie swallows and tries to remember how to speak. “Hi,” he croaks out before clearing his throat and trying again, “Shit. Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding amused.

Eddie sighs and lays back on his bed. “So, what are the chances that you weren’t on the live stream and you didn’t see that video?”

“Zero.”

Eddie groans. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked TikTok yet, but have people found you and flooded your notifications?”

“Uh…” Steve trails off, sounding hesitant to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes. God, I’m so stupid. I just completely forgot the livestream was going or I never would’ve dragged you into this mess.”

Steve pauses and asks, “And what if I told you that I’m glad you forgot it was still on?”

Eddie sits up. “What?”

“What if…” Steve pauses and Eddie hears rustling on his end as if he’s anxiously twisting around. “What if I told you that I know what I want as your ten thousandth follower.”

“To punch me?”

Steve laughs, and Eddie tries as hard as he can not to latch onto the noise. “To ask you on a date.”

Eddie freezes in shock. Yeah, this isn’t happening.

“Eddie? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here,” Eddie manages to breathe out. He pauses before asking, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I kind of had a big crush on you in high school, too. And I may have redownloaded TikTok when I heard about your live stream.”

“No way,” Eddie calls him out.

“Yes way. You should ask my best friend Robin. She saw the live stream and timed the follow perfectly for me. Plus, she’s suffered through my crush on you and has always been mad at me for never doing anything about it.”

Eddie can’t believe it. “Steve, can you FaceTime me right now?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Eddie clicks on the FaceTime button and waits until Steve’s face appears on the screen, further confirming it’s him and further freaking him out. Gosh, he hasn’t seen him in a while and he’s almost forgotten how gorgeous he is.

“Hey,” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie wants to melt into a pile of goo. “Hi.” He pauses for a second, getting a bit lost in seeing Steve’s smiling face on his phone. Then he remembers, “Oh! Okay, tell me again. But look me in the eye so I know you’re not lying.”

Steve chuckles and asks, “Eddie Munson, my secret high school crush, will you go on a date with me and fulfill the promise you made to all your followers?”

Eddie smiles and says, “Yes.”

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few days later, Eddie posts an update on the Corroded Coffin TikTok with a video of him singing a sneak peak of their new song then glancing off camera to ask, “Does my ten thousandth follower like it?”

Off camera, there’s a voice that sounds exasperated as they say, “How many times are you going to call me that instead of your boyfriend?”

Eddie puts his guitar down and rushes off camera quickly with a smile, but then the voice asks, “Did you end the video?”

Eddie pauses before saying, “No.”

“This is going to be a lasting issue isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Eddie confesses.

Then, the mystery man appears in the shot, revealing Steve’s smiling face before he ends the video.

Once again, the video ends up going viral, and soon enough, Eddie is celebrating 50k with all the band members along with Steve (and Dustin who is very mad to find out about their relationship via the second TikTok). But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #aka Grant

[icewindandboringhorror]

Hrmm... put together a roommates quiz finally after years of thinking it would be an interesting idea lol.. Though obviously not meant to be taken super seriously, I just like thinking about this aspect of personality compatibility. Like yeah, maybe you could get along with someone just chatting with them, but living together is such a different thing. .. curiouse...

#Not that I think that many people would really care since I barely know anyone on tumblr in real life and would never live with random #internet strangers lol but... idk.. I made this to give to friends from time to time and thought... why not post it here too #just out of sheer curiosity if anyone takes it what the most common results would be and etc. #My initial assumption is that most people would probably fall into the 'maybe' category and that either extreme of 'best roomates' #and 'worst roomates' would be the least common #very long also since I like to be thorough I guess #THOUGH... upon second thought... tumblr is home of the like Weird Introverts Who Sit Inside All The Time.. so maybe it's more #likely to come across compatible poeple on here. given that many of the questions are about how meticulous #people are with their scehdules or how often they invite friends over or if they like to mostly stay inside etc. #(since personally I think having a roommate coming and going and bringing random people over all the time would be too chaotic #lol... I need a peaceful quiet household) #Also I kind of don't like the way uquiz seems to do results. I was hoping it would be a number tally? I used some sort of quiz making site #before where you weight the question responses with a number (so the 'Best' response is worth a 0 #The worst is worth like 5 points. and all the in between are like 1 - 4 points or something). So then it is actually possible to have a #''perfect score'' category (someone who gets a literal 0 points). and also you could weight some EXTREMELY bad answers #to add like +10 to the score instead of just +5. And someone who got the MAX possible points would be the WORST compatibility. etc. #But uquiz seems to just be like ''which category did you score towards the MOST'. So someone can give some pretty bad answers #that are VERY non compatible. but as long as MOST of their answers landed in a 'compatible' category #then they would still be listed as compatible despite still actually having some dealbreakers in there. Which is also possible with the #'every answer is a number amount' ranking system too. but I feel like that one does allow for a little more customization #and accuracy (like making the dealbreakers add like...+40 to the score or something so that #there's basically NO way that someone could answer with one of those and still get a good score. Or the ability to have a literal #'perfect score' (getting a zero) etc. #BUt anyway lol... inchresting.. inchresting... curious to consider maybe making a uquiz #for the characters in the gameI'm making like.. which npc are you type quiz or something #now that I've made one and seen how it works.. hrmm hrmm.... #(< game will not even be done for like another year but still thinking about nonsense like this lol)