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naofaun · 2 months
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gay people will see 2 men (or women) who hate each other and would rather tear each other apart than be nice and proceed to ship them more than anything
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ladyteldra · 1 year
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qprstobin · 9 months
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Stobin Different First Meeting AU where they go to prom together. This was meant to be an au post and turned into a mini fic oops (written completely within a tumblr post so sorry for the poor quality)
(edit: realized I should link the fic I was inspired by for those who don't follow me and so didn't see me reblog it earlier)
Steve doesn't necessarily want to go to prom, right? Like yeah, he'd been imagining it for a while, but now that he was very, very single it just didn't have the same shine that it used to. And he really wasn't ready to start dating yet. However, he didn't want to just, not go to prom, and also knew it would seem really weird (and pretty fucking sad) if he didn't go.
Which leaves him in a conundrum.
He thought for a while that maybe he would go with one of the junior cheerleaders. While he didn't have any close friends anymore, he was still friendly with plenty of people. There were girls that wouldn't be going to prom unless they had a senior boyfriend - some he had even gone on dates with in the past who wouldn't think a single prom date meant that he wanted a new girlfriend.
However, he is pretty sure most of those girls would have... other expectations for the night. And honestly? He isn't quite sure that he was ready to get back on that horse either.
... Not that he thought women were horses.
He's pretty sure men are normally the ones called horses in riding metaphors.
Anyway.
That left him stuck. He couldn't just not go to prom, but also didn't want to wind up trapped on an actual date with someone. So who could he ask?
His solution ended up coming from an odd place.
Robin Buckley was... quite honestly, kind of a weirdo.
She was cute, in an alternative sort of way. She never took any of his shit (he wasn't completely sure she even liked him) but also reluctantly laughed at the snarky shit he said under his breath during their Film History class. And not in the fake giggly way girls did when they were flirting, but didn't actually care about what he was saying, just the way he said it. She actually seemed to think he was funny. Even if that revelation seemed to piss her off.
The only reason he was even in Film History that semester - and therefore, knew who she was - was for the easy A. He got to watch movies in class, and watch movies for homework. He was willing to plow through a couple of shitty essays in exchange for a class that he didn't feel like a complete idiot in.
(Well, he was pretty sure Robin thought he was an idiot about movies, but just because he had trouble remembering the names and shit of characters, didn't mean he couldn't analyze the themes, fuck you very much, Buckley.)
They had gotten assigned a project together early on, and it hadn't been completely terrible. She had quickly taken over doing most of the writing portions, but hadn't thought all of his ideas were terrible. By the end of the project he thought they were even sort of having fun together.
He'd always been one to try his luck, take a little more than he was given. So, after that assignment was over, he started sitting next to her in class, not wanting that easy, if sharp, camaraderie to end. Robin rolled her eyes at him and asked him what he thought he was doing the first time he did it, but she never sent him away.
They ended up chatting more and more during down times, passing notes to each other and sharing sly comments under their breaths during the movies. Steve often had trouble paying attention at school, his mind easily wandering away, and it was almost as bad during most movies, but Robin helped keep him on track.
The class turned into one that was done for the easy grade, a last ditch effort to improve his already hopeless GPA, and became one he actually enjoyed.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of going to prom with Robin. It made the night seem a little less unbearable.
He thought about making a big deal out of asking her, because he knows that's what girls (and even Nancy) had enjoyed for past dances. He quickly scrapped that idea, however, because not only did he not want to put pressure on her like that, but also she seemed to hate public spectacles like that.
Or at least when aimed at her, they both enjoyed watching drama unfold in the halls a bit too much to say she hated it completely.
So Steve waits until the end of the day, their film class being their last, to pull her into an empty classroom. She follows him without question in a show of trust he didn't realize she had in him. The notion warms him, and for some reason makes it more difficult to get the question out.
"Why do I feel like you're about to try to sell me drugs or something?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He squints at her in offense.
"Why is that your first assumption?!"
"I don't know! Why else are you pulling me out of the hallway all secretive like, making sure no one followed us, into an abandoned classroom," she asks, throwing her arms into the air.
"The classroom isn't abandoned, it's the end of the day! Also, who does drug deals on campus, that's just stupid?" He asks rhetorically, before waving one hand through the air, as if trying to erase the current thread of conversation. "That doesn't matter, you're distracting me."
"Well then, get on with it! Some of us have practice we need to get to."
"It's like talking to the kids," he mutters to himself, "Whatever. I wanted to ask - will you go to prom with me?"
That stops Robin up short. There's panic in her eyes now, though Steve isn't sure what exactly put it there. Was his reputation that bad that even band geeks are terrified of getting asked out by him?
"You want to go on a date? With me?" she asks slowly, disbelief coloring her voice, though it doesn't hide her unease.
"No, I want to go to prom with you," he scoffs, "Not go on a date with you."
"That is a date, dingus! The person you go to prom with is literally called your date!"
"Okay, sure, maybe, but I don't actually want to date you," he said, rolling his eyes at her.
Like, okay, he understood his reputation for being... what did she call him last week? A 'huge effing rake'? But that didn't mean that he was trying to date any girl that looked in his direction. A lot of girls looked in his direction. That was too many women, even for him.
Robin relaxes a little at that.
"Then why are you asking me to prom instead of someone you actually want to date?"
"Because!" he says, resisting the urge to flail his hands back at her. "I don't want to date anyone right now. Most people I ask are going to expect all these things from me - they're going to want dinner, and at the very least a kiss at the end of the night if not more, or another date the very next day. Because Steve Harrington is supposed to want those things!" He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair to calm himself. "But right now? I really don't."
"Well then, what does Steve the Hair Harrington actually want?" She had relaxed fully at this point, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
"I want to go to prom with someone I consider a friend, someone who makes me laugh," he says after a moment of silence. "I want to dance badly to really corny pop music and drink just enough spiked punch that I don't remember how much I hate wearing any sort of tie. Then I want to go get milkshakes or go see a really trashy midnight horror flick, just because I'm having so much fun I don't want the night to end."
That small smile has grown into a reluctant grin on Robin's face. It makes her eyes shine and her freckles pop. Steve thought that if he was in a better place, if they had met at a different time, he could have fallen in love with her.
But they had met now instead, in some shitty public school elective course, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend that wasn't a snotty middle schooler.
"That sounds... like a lot of fun, actually," she says, mischief sparking on her face. "Who would've known the hidden depths hidden behind all that hair."
"Hey!" he protests half-heartedly, unable to keep a grin of his own off his face. "So what do you say? Wanna go to prom with me?"
"I guess," she sighs, acting like it was such a trial to go to prom with him. Him! But her next words make up for it. "Since we're friends, and all. However, I still expect you to buy me dinner, though you can keep the kiss goodnight to yourself."
Steve can't help the giddy laugh from spilling out of him. For the first time in weeks, he is actually looking forward to prom.
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sydmarch · 1 year
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magicfemme · 10 months
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"let love replace fear through you."
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thisisapaige · 8 months
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i don't think cas rebuilding dean made him like.... read his mind or whatever. more like it sparked a fascination with dean. cas made dean. created him. a godlike act. and cas can't help but feel a thrill at that blasphemy.
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anominous-user · 9 months
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HOOOOOH it's finally done - this was supposed to be for kevinsu week day 7 (free day) but i ran a little late as you can see so consider this a late submission. this whole thing has been on my mind since last year but its only until a few months ago that i actually thumbnailed and june/july that i sketched and rendered all the panels... BUT what matters is that i finished it so (salute emoji)
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rainbow-nijisaki · 8 months
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Spontaneous NEO Joshua sketches
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yukipri · 2 years
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Just a manga about Cody and Obi-Wan living on Tatooine together.
definitely wasn't made because the artist was bitter or anything
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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. To share, please reblog! Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!!!
❀ You can see the rest of my art through the Masterpost pinned to the top of my blog!
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thenarrativefoil · 1 month
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abbott elementary yuri!!!!!!!
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thewolvesof1998 · 5 months
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Inspiration Saturday
Tagged by the lovely @hippolotamus. @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck
Saturday's coming to an end for me so I thought I would quickly throw this together. This inspiration is more of a thanks to everyone who engages with my writing posts, your comments, reblogs and likes mean so much to me and constantly inspire me to keep writing.
I got a few about my Bank Robbery fic (working title: Mutually Assured Destruction) and they made my day so thanks to everyone else who showed it some love.
It inspired me to write this:
Athena pulls him to the boot of a squad car, she makes him take his turnout coat off before offering him a bulletproof vest. He straps it on, the movements like riding a bike and bringing back memories of another time when Eddie was in danger and Buck just stood there unable to protect him. Of Eddie lying on the street, blood pooling out of him and the taste of copper on Buck’s tongue.  “I know that look,” Athena says  Buck looks up from the asphalt under his boots, blinking away the red stains he takes her in, she’s holding the medkit that he’s supposed to deliver to Eddie because someone is hurt and if Eddie’s asking for it, it means he’s not hurt. Yet.   “What look?” He asks “That’s your ‘about to go full Buck’ face.” “I’m not going to-” “And you better not," She points her finger at him, "because that man over there,” She gestures over her shoulder to where Bobby is standing next to the fire truck, his hands are moving and it’s hard from this distance to see but Buck would bet anything that he's got his rosemary out, “Will not forgive himself if you do and get yourself hurt okay?” Buck nods, his head feels simultaneously heavy as stone and like it will blow away if there’s a strong gust.  “Buck, I know you care about Maddie and Eddie, hell,” she shakes her head, “I don’t think I’ll be able to unhear you screaming for Eddie when you realised it was him,” Buck frowns, he doesn’t remember screaming, “But the best thing for them is to get them this medkit, gather some info and get out of there okay? I need you to understand that putting yourself in danger is only going to make this worse okay?” Buck repeats, “Give Eddie the medkit, gather info and get out.” Athena sighs like she doesn’t believe him, he doesn’t even believe himself at this point, “Don’t make me regret this Evan Buckley.”
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riverwithoutbanks · 10 months
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Dean Winchester is saved.
Other versions under the cut.
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selenealwayscries · 1 year
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fuck you *puts your fairydog in hanfu*
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citruslllad · 2 years
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hyperfixations switching through my mind like a merry-go-round and rn i'm on the horse that yells "ALL ABOOOOOOAAAAAARD"
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rainbowpufflez · 19 days
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Mmmgrrnnnh,,,, Pokevillain nose shapes,,,
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gophergal · 5 days
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Split my flesh and lace your fingers between my ribs. Hold me close and feel the heat of my blood on your hands
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