#me: hm

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

part two for this <3

the coat becomes your favorite piece of clothing in the coming weeks, the shred of normalcy in your life despite not being particularly normal at all. as pathetic as it sounds, it's almost a lifeline of sorts, keeping you warm as your heart turns to stone and ice, deadened and silent. it unnerved your coworkers when they saw you so silent, so you do your best to act like you did before- with long-suffering wit and cheer. but it's hard to keep a facade up, and whenever you get home it slips and you settle into quiet melancholy, going through your routines mechanically. it doesn't help that you barely feel the need to interact with people anymore, becoming more of a chore than anything else. it doesn't help that the Fatui still roaming the streets are all tense and irritable, one even snapping at you for wearing Childe's coat. it doesn't help that Liyue's going through an icy winter, forcing you to take refuge in the warm fur jacket. but you don't mind the winter weather- taking walks in the woods and watching raindrops on leaves has become a habit. the coat is, as usual, hanging off your shoulders, the hood over your head as you meander down the sodden dirt path. the drops are freezing cold, almost sleet, but your coat is warm and soft as always. when the rain picks up, though, the definitely-not-waterproof coat begins to truly soak up water, each raindrop splashing and seeping down to your skin, and you shiver. you're not sure where to go- there isn't good shelter for miles- so you're surprised when you somehow happen upon a small hole-in-the-wall door that looks like it hasn't been used in ages. but old shelter is better than no shelter, and you push the door open, tumbling into a factory of sorts. the place is huge, an entire production line hidden behind an old, decrepit door, and you walk around in wonder. there's mechanisms and parts strewn everywhere over the floor, covered in dust and grime, and you pass through room after room covered in metal and grates. your amazement quickly comes to an end though, when you wander into an enormous room housing the true production line- Ruin Guards, hanging one by one from the ceiling, all deactivated, but all very much intact. and new. someone has been here recently, and you feel goosebumps on your skin prickling against your sodden clothes. despite how wet and heavy it is, you refuse to take the coat off, perhaps for your own petty reasons. a rustle of chains reaches your ears, and you turn and see nobody but a dark room beside you. spurred on by your curiosity, you venture inside, keeping a vice grip on the edge of your sleeve to temper the bubbling fear. the room is small- even tiny- and has a single inhabitant- a otherwordly bestial creature with a pair of red horns and a cape that sparkles like the stars, kept by tight chains attached to the wall. you're thinking about how peculiarly beautiful the creature is when the thought to run crosses your mind. but the beast isn't even attacking, it's just *staring* at you, with what looks like a mixture of pain, horror, and desperate relief. it's staring at you and your coat crystal blue eye flicking from your face to the jacket and back, and you defensively wrap the sodden thing tighter around you. the creature drags itself to its feet suddenly, and you take a step back, fear alight in your eyes, and it sees and opens its mouth as if to reassure you and tell you everything's alright, but all that comes out is a rusty-sounding chirp. but it's enough to get you to stop moving away, and the creature makes its way over with a prominent limp. it stumbles, and you instinctively dart out to catch it, falling to your knees under the weight. the creature simply exhales in relief, wrapping its claw-tipped arms around your tense body and snuggling into your hair, leaving you confused and scared for your life. you attempt to ignore the chains still rattling in the chamber, and you find yourself looking at the creature's broken, injured body and torn cape, and you wince when you realize the cape is actually a set of ripped wings. your hands are poised in the air, but eventually lower into the monster's hair as you allow yourself to relax and lean towards it, rubbing your cheek against the soft lilac fluff, just as warm as your jacket was. the creature's claws brush over the surface of your coat, tracing the details and stitches as if it finds *familiarity* in them. when you look up, a crimson forehead presses against your own and you find yourself staring into the beast's singular eye as it lets out a single, quiet purr. and then you know, and you can feel your heart melting and defrosting as you begin to shed amazed, impossible tears and wrap your arms tightly around the Abyssal beast that is the Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #me: writes this #me: hm #me: puts reference to the ruin guard factory #me: HMHMHMMMM >:) #GUYS i have so much brainrot help me #i should probably start making em into fics or something #OH also i just got done listening to 'everything goes on' and #goodness it is such a good song #i actually had a headache earlier today but it's gone somehow!! #wifi's brainrot #short scenario

[calware]

ok maybe i actually have a memory problem

#the other day i thought i had been given $300 to hold on for the year and then give back #like in september #and that i was supposed to give it back soon #but i couldn't remember where i put the money #like i was SO SCARED cause i remembered an envelope?? but other than that nothing #but i emailed the person and she was like oh lol that didn't happen..? #ANYWAYS turns out i made the whole thing up and never got any money in the first place #girl ☹ #also people will just say things to me and like i;ll hear them because i know they said something but I'll immediately forget #and then i'll remember they said something but idr what the words were so i have to ask ☹ #my sister: i stepped in a puddle and now my sock is wet :( #me: hm #[30 seconds later] #me: wait what did you say? #and i will just go through the motions of doing something and then I'll immediately forget what i just did. but not realize it immediately #like i'll put all my laundry away and then not remember where i put the basket #and just now i put my earbuds away and walked to class. but after getting there i couldn't find them where i normally put them #i remember putting them in the case but not the bag #i eventually found them in my lunchbox?? #:| #is this normal

[sickgraymeat]

I just think that they are Bert & Ernie 🥺🥺🥺

#adventure time #bubbline #Ernie in ‘but I like you’: I like bubblegum #me: hm #bonnibel bubblegum #marceline abadeer #princess bubblegum #marceline the vampire queen #bert and ernie #doodle #fanart #mine #i did this b4 I had tumblr and forgot abt it lol #kinda want to redo it so it’s cleaner like digitally but idk trying to make things clean makes me abandon them sometimes lol

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)

me:

#mine #tumblr #boop #don't get me wrong I love booping but. hm

[elucubrare]

i firmly hold that it's my duty as a reader to believe it when an author tells me at the beginning of the series that the dragons are gone forever and never coming back. but god it's a struggle sometimes.

#that is: i don't think it's fair to hold that kind of genre knowledge against a specific instance of it #not even because while i've read hundreds of bad fantasy novels someone else might not have read any #but because hm. 'the dragons are gone' is the foundation of a kind of feeling - discovery; renewal; awakening - #there's not a way to get the feeling later on without laying the foundation #so even if the foundation feels like busywork for me the reader #it has to be there in some form or other

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

#team ranchers #team rancher #rancher duo #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #trafficshipping #mcyt recursive exchange #events #fic fanart #my art #“canary has butterfly-shaped wings it cant do a dramatic spread like that” watch me. (draws dramatic wings) (sorry) #“you have 90 minutes” have been rattling in my brain for so long ever since i suddenly remembering a web weave using it (yes the beeduo one #very glad i can release it (using it in art) from its confines (my mind) #hm i suppose the title would be more in theme if its abt limited life ranchers #← havnt watched limlife yet #but! happy with what i come up with. lil bit proud even #had so much trouble with the panelling and layers in p2 cause it looks too busy (explodes) #also punching the floor bc i only noticed the “yes-no” pair(?) in the original poem when im already half-done w/ the comic #me when making silly comic makes you do poem analysis #i dont even go there ← does not have enough poetic braincells

[wispscribbles]

“How copy?”

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanart #soap x ghost #my art #the military lingo continues on leave and eventually in retirement #I don’t make the rules #hm… another head bonk I’m just now realising #my subconscious is telling me that I need someone to tenderly rest their forehead on mine

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Little boopening comic featuring cursed cat Alastor, because he's purrfect for it. So, who wants a boop ?

#boop #april fools #hazbin hotel #cursed cat alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #hazbin vees #my art #this took me longuer than It was supposed to #and somehow ended up in colors instead of B/W... hm #back to work~ #hazbin hotel fanart

[pupcha]

guess who 😈

and I have this art with beta—

I also have a lot of sketches that I hope to finish in the near future (don't pay attention to the fact that there're a lot of Howdy here....)

(hum)beta!Wally (eechy pspsps 🫴)

I don't know what else to show you, so I'll show you (the old ones) art for my mutual :]

Margo for @//thelone-copper ; (I don't know his name 😔🥄🥄🥄) for @//dxkjf

#Hooray I came back again.... two months later.... hm #you know I actually draw very often but most of the sketches seem very stupid to me to put them here— #yes the feeling of shame for my art. AGAIN ((i'm trying to get rid of this feeling)) #ahem. let's change the subject #I hope you're doing well and eating well!! also don’t forget to drink water :] #please I love water so much.... such a refreshing taste smhhh #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally darling #howdy pillar #sketches #art #wally fanart #barnaby b beagle #beta wally

[jaradraws]

bishop takes queen

#dimension 20 #d20 #the ravening war #bishop raphaniel charlock #the ravening war spoilers #trw spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #tbh this was my Second fave part of the ep #my actual fave was canonizing the secret mushroom kingdom (<- predictable) #couldn't resist that chess imagery tho #brennan cracking a lil 'heehee i can only move diagonally' vs me thinking 'hm. well i could do something with that' #raphaniel realizing he's just a piece on the board oho #fanart #jara draws stuff #long post

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve remembered that colors exist

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #back to black and white for me #just wanted to play with colors and Leo got to be my guinea pig #genuinely I just kept putting layers on top of each other until I was like hm okay #this is why I stick with greyscale 😭 #too indecisive for color #turtle art tag #the trans implication was for once accidental but my subconscious is RIGHT actually- #he wears the colors well what can I say #anyway you know it’s not me without tags so here we go #the bros represent the four different times of day SO well #Mikey is Dawn Leo is Day Raph is Dusk and Donnie is Night #you can also argue switching Mikey and Leo around too but I like Leo as day simple bc his blue and stripes work with it #blue for clear blue skies #red stripes for dusk yellow for dawn #‘where are his swords’ in the void #man I wanna draw Leo in blue pink and white more often those really are his colors tbh #not JUST for my trans leo agenda either #on that note Mikey would rock fuchsia #and splash colors like that kickass jacket he had in CDMtT #Donnie would do great in lilacs or silvers #and Raph would kill it in gold #tan too would be so pretty on him and paired with gold? 👌👌👌 #not me wanting to draw fashion for them 😭 #on a further note April in emerald greennnnn #midnight blue or marigold for her too would be gorgeous #I could go on all day tbh

[apollos-boyfriend]

my favorite part about the dsmp as it currently stands is that since the creators are done they’re over it you can just say whatever the fuck you want. there’s no possible future canon to dispute it. there’s no creator who’s going to step out of the woodworks because they’re not touching that again with a 30 foot pole. i can say the most insane bullshit never be proven wrong and i think that’s beautiful

#icarus speaks #this is about the things i have done to cpurpled. as always #what’s purpled gonna do? hm? you gonna tell me she DOESNT use however many fucking pronouns i’ve slapped on her? #hm? gonna tell me he isn’t the server’s top brony? #he couldn’t stop me when the server WAS running and by god he can’t fucking stop me now

[stevebabey]

Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.

Really, it’s a last resort sort of thing. Robin’s gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And it’s fine, they’re close but Steve’s a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.

But, well, it’s just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robin’s gone. It being… shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steve’s much messier— in his head, in his life.

Touch aversion, that’s what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steve’s grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someone’s too touchy-feely with him. Robin’s said it’s normal, and he believes her.

It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched — like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.

It doesn’t happen that often — though, it’s more frequent than ever recently — but usually, Robin’s here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.

She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, “C’mere, dingus.” and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve can’t help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.

Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as he’d like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then he’ll be back to fine.

It what’s he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, well— okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldn’t give him a hug.

He’s seen Eddie’s hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littler’s head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.

Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve can’t give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity — few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesn’t want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.

So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddie’s, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steve’s not sure he’ll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.

He’s still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddie’s trailer. Steve decides that he’ll see how it goes, see if there’s an opening to ask…semi-naturally or something. He’s not gonna spring it on the guy.

Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddie’s knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though it’s just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.

Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Until—

“Steve? Y’okay?” Eddie’s voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.

“Hm?” Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.

Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steve’s lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. “You seem a bit stiff, that’s all.” Eddie rechecks. “You good?”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. “I-“ he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddie’s regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.

“This might sound a bit weird,” Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. He’s allowed to say no. Steve really doesn’t want him to. “Like, if you think it’s weird, that’s totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything and—”

“Steve.” Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. What’s on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?”

God, it’s like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steve’s head spinning. ‘The great mind of Steve Harrington’ makes him want to scoff. ‘Sweetheart’ makes him want to swoon. He can’t decide which one he wants to do more.

“Can I-” Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. It’s too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. “Can I… have a hug?”

There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddie’s smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day he’ll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veins— Eddie’s smiling, this is good.

“Well, of course,” Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddie’s midriff tightly. Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s neck, pulling him in close. It’s the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He can’t make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. “You call that a hug?”

He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve can’t help the way he melts into it— he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs comfortingly.

Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie — a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steve’s neck shuffle and Steve worries he’s trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steve’s scalp and shit, Steve really can’t control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.

“Can’t believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,” Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, he’s squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesn’t know, low and soft.

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles in reply, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddie’s arms around him just a little too much.

“What the fuck for?” Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steve’s spin. It feels like he’s tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steve’s chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because he’s that fucking nice.

That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but he’s had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesn’t want that— Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.

“Sorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.” Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddie— who’s looking at him so gently and still so so close.

“Just, aha—“ Christ, it wasn’t this awkward telling Robin. Steve’s hand moves to rub the back of his neck. “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile since,” He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. “Since I’ve had some touch. Usually, Robin’s around but y’know.”

He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasn’t moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steve’s next words.

“It’s okay, I’ve— I’ll be good now.” Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. He’ll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didn’t invite him around to hug— it’s weird, and Steve shouldn’t- can’t ask for more.

“Sooooo,” Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. “You don’t want another hug?”

In his lap, Steve’s fingers twitch. Eddie’s eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He can’t. He’s had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.

Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, “No, no, I’m good, dude. It’s… I’m okay, swear.”

For a moment, Steve thinks he’s convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steve’s words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, “Okay, can I have a hug then?”

Which, okay, right, Steve didn’t think of that. People don’t ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second there’s an expression of almost smugness on his face — like he’s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.

“I mean,” Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than he’s expecting. He clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, you can have a hug.”

“Great!” Eddie replies and he wastes no time. He’s all up in Steve’s space, arms around Steve’s waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because he’s not expecting it Eddie’s weight pushes him back so he’s lying on the couch.

If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steve’s neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steve’s mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until they’re pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steve’s middle.

“Just so you know,” Eddie’s voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steve’s neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddie’s responding grin even as he continues. “All hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope you’re okay with that, sweetheart.”

Steve isn’t stupid — he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steve’s stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadn’t blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feels…warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddie’s neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddie’s hair— like he had done to Steve. Eddie’s sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.

“I’m… I’m okay with that.” Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steve’s ribs.

Steve can’t help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. It’s a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isn’t used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.

“Relax,” Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldn’t be offering— wouldn’t tell him to relax if he wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s it.” Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. “Now, watch the movie.” Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part they’d gotten up to. They’d missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.

So, he doesn’t. He watches the film, let’s the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddie’s hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steve’s scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddie’s arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.

It’s the first time in years Steve’s fallen asleep in someone else’s arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, it’s certainly not the last.

now with a part two!

#woag yearning hours bro #[into a megaphone] if u project onto steve harrington put ur hands UP #i literally came home tonight like. hm might have to ask one of my flatmates for a hug #and when they go ??? whats wrong (cos this bitch never hugs) #i was fully prepared 2 be like o it has just been too long since someone touched me haha! #like thats not zeeeeeeeee most pathetic shit ever (pathetic if its me. not if its YOU) #anyways. steve get hug where ruby cannot #<3 #eddie would give delicious hugs u can't change my mind #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch starved steve harrington #that bitch needs a hug #ruby writes steddie #i rlly. came home and was like BLEH feeling dump and its like 2.6k. ok girl

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

#that “you understand?” kills me everytime... #i love how high condis voice got during this bit its so fkn funny DHASHGFSFGHASFhg #hi yes have the inevitable ep21 crit kiss piece except i watched ep53 today and am so 😀 im so 😀 damn i m so 😀 #i love eps where they just go through so many different gimmick rooms its so fun its so fun when its not so painful 😀 #happy valentines too ig #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #jrwi chip #jay ferin #jrwi fish and chips #my art #i had a bit of a meltdown over gill through uhm... 1-3am today and i just hm #sorry to everyone in the mayors QAC uhm im not really sorry but like sorry if you could hear every msg ping uhm yeah #it was like hours of me sobbing to myself in the interests channel and it was really good for my mental health ngl like its really therapeu #-tic to just scream abt a blorbo all night #and i ended up dreaming abt infodumping to one of my brothers friends of all ppl n i got so intense abt how much i love marshall john n my #brother came into the room and dragged his friend out 😭😭😭 i just wanted to ramble abt the himbo pls..... #my walls of tags are so consistent... only consistent thing abt this fkn blog smh.

[mentallyinvernation]

Jaskier in s4 seconds after seeing Geralt:

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #geraskier #netflix #just because you can doesn't mean you should #henry cavill #absolutely no hate to Hemsworth #I barely even go here anymore but the loss of Henry Cavill's Hm/fuck is devastating to me #also everyone's reaction is so funny

[theminecraftbee]

actually I will say all the “who could the new member be???” speculation has made me realize is. boy can those hermits sure hermit. I’m not sure ANY of them play much minecraft with literally anyone who isn’t each other. if it weren’t for grian spearheading first the life series and then the crossover in what now reads to me as a blatant “NOW MAKE FRIENDS I WANT MY FRIENDS TO BE FRIENDS” moves, I’m not sure we’d even have this much of a usual suspects list. no WONDER one of the guys on the shortlist of “most likely candidates” isn’t hermit-adjacent, we’re already out of hermit adjacent guys because they are TOO BUSY BEING HERMITS. LIKE THE LITERAL KIND OF HERMIT NOT THE—

#hermitcraft #to be clear: probably not so much their fault as ‘Hermitcraft is a full-time job’ #‘and therefore if they publicly hang out with people it’s normally on hermitcraft’ #‘on account of that being a full-time job’ #but also REALLY FUNNY to sit here going ‘man everyone people are proposing is either empires or life series’ #’surely there are some non-grian adjacent guys who hang out with the hermits right’ #’if you. hm. no one? well then. hm.’ #ALSO THIS ISNT ME NOT BEING EXCITED IF ADIECRAFT (check spelling) IS IT #I AM SUPER HYPED FOR NON-HERMIT ADJACENT CANIDATES TOO #I AM JUST LAUGHING ABOUT. THIS.