#small comfort but still

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two

A03

It ain’t much.” Wayne started, half-curious if the sight of his trailer would be the thing to offend Steve’s (so far lacking) born-rich sensibilities. 

Of course turning to look at the kid proved he was in his own head about this more than Steve was, because Steve had his eyes closed and looked two seconds away from puking. 

Right. 

Pain management. 

“I’ll get your stuff.” Wayne said as he guided the truck to its usual parking spot. 

Steve’s quiet ‘okay’ had him hustling a little bit, and the fact he had to gently guide the kid’s hand off his bag handle told him it was the right choice. 

The nailbat could wait in the car for the moment he figured, as he led Harrington in. He’d get it sorted once he’d fished out the pain pills and gotten Steve settled a bit. 

"Eds--he's my nephew that I told you about--has the bedroom, so you and I get to share out here." Wayne explained as he loaded Steve up on Tylenol and put a bag of frozen peas in his hand, not bothering to give a tour of the trailer. 

It was pretty damn clear which door led to the bathroom and which didn’t, given Ed’s door was wide open. 

Steve peeked at the absolute chaos strewn about beyond the doorframe but didn’t say nothing of it. 

Didn’t, in fact, even look too long, instead sitting at the table as directed. 

Seemed to sink a little into it, leaning an elbow on the cheap wood to help keep his head up. 

"The couch is a pull out, but I'll warn you the bar across the middle is nasty. I usually sleep on the cot over there," Wayne nodded to where it was rolled neatly against the opposite wall, "but given the state of you, I'll let ya have your pick." 

Steve blinked (or winked, not like Wayne could tell since the peas were pressed against half of his face) finally seeming to perk up a bit. "I can't take your bed." 

"I'm not going to fight you for it, I'm just offering." Wayne responded, now focused on trying to locate the bandages in his ancient medical kit. 

The one on Steve's hand was falling apart, and he didn't like the look of the injury he could see under it. 

Yeah, Wayne was absolutely going to need to make a run to the store. 

“Lemme see.” He asked as he finally got what he wanted. 

It seemed to take Harrington a minute to process what Wayne wanted, but he finally held out his injured hand, watching as Wayne unwrapped the bandages.

"I'll take the couch." Steve said stubbornly, but Wayne was past it, too busy frowning at the kid's hand. 

It took him a moment, once he'd gotten it all off, to properly realize what he was seeing--that the mottled bruising on Steve's wrist was separate from the cut across his palm.

In fact, it looked a hell of a lot like…

Wayne paused, then pretended to fuss with the dirty bandages for a moment while his eyes sought out Steve's other wrist.

Sure enough, matching bruises.

Someone had tied the kid up--and it hadn’t been the feds, because these bruises were partially healed. 

Wayne had initially thought of Steve as having been tortured in the same way roving bands of neighborhood kids tortured their peers. The kind of hurt that came when it was an unfair fight; four on one and wielding knives, so you had to take what you were given and pray you didn't get stabbed. 

He was not thinking actual, honest to God torture. 

Yet here the evidence was, plain as day.

'What the hell went down in that mall.' 

Someone as young as Steve shouldn't have been caught up in it, and it made a deep part of Wayne ache for the poor kid across from him.  

All this shit, and his parents still couldn't be bothered to come home.Just left him on his own, as if it was another Tuesday. 

Did they even know? Wayne wondered as he got to work. Had Steve, or Hopper, or anyone tried to call them about the mallfire? Let them know their son got hurt?

Jim said he hadn’t bothered to reach out regarding the spooks, but that had been a week or so later past the fire. 

Wayne couldn’t even imagine it. 

Getting a call that Eddie been involved in such a thing would have him off the couch in an instant, and the image that played on the news, the ones all the reporters talked over of a gurney being wheeled out of Starcourt’s on fire front doors…

He’d have been a wreck until he had his kid in his sights. 

‘Nothing you can do for that,’ Wayne figured silently, ‘but you can help him now.’

Wayne wasn't exactly an expert when it came to wound care, but like many people who just couldn't afford to go to a doctor he'd gotten by.

Learned a lot of home remedies. Figured out pretty quick when something needed to be seen by an expert and when you could hold off.

Made friends with some of the local nurses on the night shift down at the Red Barn, well enough that a few well baked treats and dishes could sometimes be traded for looking over a potentially broken arm or two. 

It had come in handy plenty, given Ed’s ability to attract trouble, but thankfully he’d never managed to hurt himself like this. 

He’d never even gotten caught in a bad fight. 

A black eye or two sure, but the kid had adapted his “scary” act not too long after Wayne had gotten him, and it seemed to work as intended. It was half the reason Wayne never said anything about it (and hell, even let Eddie take his ancient leather motorcycle jacket.) .

All of that was to say that he could tell Harrington's hand needed cleaning before it could be rebandaged, but didn't appear to need stitches. 

Course pouring alcohol all over an injury like this wasn't exactly going to be fun, and he told Steve as such.

"I know." Steve replied, with a grimace. The kid’s injuries seemed to be getting to him, and Wayne anticipated he was going to drop here the second Wayne was done looking him over. 

He hoped Harrington could get in a few hours--particularly before Eddie came home. 

Wayne gently wiped it clean, noting how well Steve sat given the amount of pain he had to be in.

Tylenol, even given the more than recommended amount he'd given Steve, just wasn't going to cut it. 

Not in general, and definitely not for this. 

What could help was likely something Eds had, which was yet another conversation Wayne wasn't looking forward to having.

Particularly given that Eds had sworn off selling hard drugs after his last encounter with Hopper, and Wayne knew damn well that had only lasted until the damn kid caught sight of an overdue bill. 

Too smart for his own good, Eddie was.

"I can give you something to bite down on, if you like." Wayne said to Steve, getting the alcohol and bandages ready to go. 

He got a tight smile in response. "So long as you don't use a needle, I'm good." 

And Wayne figured it was just teenager talk--a young man who didn't really know how bad this was going to be, and prepared himself to hold Steve's arm down accordingly so they wouldn't have to do it twice.

"Four." Wayne counted down. "Three. Two."

He poured on two.

Better that than Steve clenching up in anticipation.

Steve hissed, arm jerking, but stilled it under his own power as Wayne began dabbing his hand with some of the medkit’s wipes. 

He felt his eyebrow raise as Harrington froze himself in place, breathing in a way that felt practiced. 

This, Wayne decided, was not Steve's first rodeo. 

"Almost done." He promised softly as he finished wrapping the wound back up, this time in the pattern he'd been shown long ago. 

"Thanks." Steve said, blinking rapidly. 

The kid's eyes were wet, but he didn't let a tear fall, and that perked Wayne's attention more than anything. 

Some men felt they weren't allowed to cry--and pushed the same ideals on their sons. 

It wouldn't surprise him any if Richard Harrington was one of them. 

"I know you got hit more than just your hands and face kid." Wayne said, after letting Steve have a moment to recover. "You bleeding under that shirt?"

"Not bleeding." Steve murmured, looking more and more like he was struggling to stay upright now that the worst part was over. "I think my hand got the worst of it."

"Do I want to know what happened there?" Wayne asked, keeping his voice calm and non judgemental. 

Like they were back to talking sports.

"I fell back into a broken window.” Steve responded, and now that Wayne had seen the kid lie, it was easy to see when he was telling the truth. 

"Ouch." Wayne said flatly. Which made that hint of a smile flash across Steve's face. 

"I'll cut you a deal. I taped last weekend's game, but haven't had time to watch it yet. I figure you might not have had a chance neither." He sat back, nailing Harrington with a no-nonsense stare. "You let me take a look at what they did to your chest n' back there, and I'll put it on."

Steve just looked at him a little miserably, a beaten dog still hesitant to wag its tail. "I don't think there's anything you can do for it, it's really mostly bruised. Nothing feels broken though."

"You know what broken ribs feel like?" Wayne questioned partially out of curiosity but mostly to make sure.

Teenage boys loved to think themselves immortal after all.

Or at least his did.

"Cracked, but yeah." Steve admitted. "Couldn't finish out the year on the basketball team because of it."

He said it like it didn't hurt, but Wayne knew better.

Boy like Steve? 

He'd bet big bills something like basketball was all the kid really had, in terms of positive relationships.

(Except apparently, whatever had made Hopper decide to look after him.)

"I mostly just wanna make sure nothing looks like it's broken or bleeding internally son." Wayne said, then tried to cinch it with some good old guilt tripping. "I'd hate to have to tell Hopper that after all he went through to keep you safe, you up and died on my couch." 

"Hey, it might save him some future gray hairs." Steve responded but he looked a little more open to the idea, at least. 

It took a bit more coaxing, but Wayne finally got the kid to take his shirt off. 

The damage had him whistling out of instinct.

A fucking artist had gone to town on his torso, with bruised of all shades parading around to his left side. 

Thankfully most of it didn't hold that deep, dark tone that indicated any kind of bleeding, his back had scratches and road rash, and his shoulder had one long, thin line that looked a hell of a lot like Steve had narrowly avoided getting cut with a knife. 

"You got lucky, kid." Wayne told him.

Steve let out a shaky breath. "I know." 

He hesitated, then opened his mouth, a question clear on his face. 

Which of course, was the exact moment Eddie chose to walk through the door. 

"Hey old man, I--Harrington!?" 

"Munson?" Steve said, looking just as confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here?" Eddie had frozen in their little entryway, so close the door nearly whacked him on the ass as it slammed closed. 

Privately, Wayne cursed his nephew's awful timing.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie challenged back, and it was only years of Wayne knowin’ the kid to see he was struggling to decide how he wanted to react. 

“Uh…” Steve said, trailing off and looking pointedly at Wayne. 

Eddie saw this just as he registered all of Steve’s injuries. “Shit Wayne, did you hit him with your car?” 

“Don’t try to be funny, boy.” Wayne warned. There wasn’t much bite there, and Eddie, far too used to him, didn’t take it seriously.

Eddie was glued to the spot, eyes narrowing, “... Did Harrington hit the car with his fuckin’ face? Jesus christ.” 

Wayne could tell he was struggling to pull one of his usual little bits, eyes too wide and voice too high. 

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Eddie.”

“We can take him out back and shoot him, put the poor bastard out of his misery.” Eddie continued, like a runaway train. 

All gas, no breaks. 

It was a joke but a poor one, and it made Steve straighten out of his sideways slant. 

‘Dammit.’  Wayne thought with a sigh. 

He needed to stop this now, before the two of them went for each other's throats. 

“Since you already know each other I won’t bother with introductions.” Wayne cut in, before Eddie could blow up like a tea kettle--or cause Harrington to do the same. “Steve’s gonna be staying with us for a while.”

That of course, got the reaction Wayne had been hoping to avoid. 

Eddie stood stunned for a second, mouth gaping like a fish. 

“Why!?” He finally landed on, seeming both at a loss for words, and equally trying not to have a proper meltdown in front of Steve. 

Certainly wasn’t for Wayne’s benefit. 

"I'm…" Steve glanced at Wayne a second time, "...on vacation?"

 It took everything Wayne had in him not to run a hand down his face. 

He was going to give Harrington a pass, on account of the head trauma.

"You’re vacationing here.”Eddie’s tone was flat, but seething, like a lit fuse. “In my living room?” 

“...Yeah?” He finished poorly tone up-ticking at the end like it was a question. “It’s a--college thing. Supposed to help my applications.” 

This time, Wayne did run a hand down his face this time. 

God save him from idiot teenagers. 

Hands clenched tight, Eddie took an aborted glance to the right before shaking his head hard and scoffing. At least it let Wayne know exactly what his kid was thinking. 

To Eddie’s right was the counter where Wayne kept the bills. 

Before he realized just how badly Ed’s daddy had messed him up about such things, Wayne hadn’t bothered to hide the bills that were past due. Turns out the kid noticed such things, and worry over money had been the leading factor in more than one of Eddie’s run-ins with Hop.

Clearly, he thought it was the cause of Wayne entertaining this bullshit. 

Offense was written in every rigid line of his body, and Wayne knew betrayal wasn’t gonna be far behind. 

“What the hell Wayne!” Eddie spat, taking a singular step forward, the accent he tried so hard to hide growing thicker the madder he got. “We’re not a damn experiment--why would you agree to that!?” 

He had seconds to salvage this, before Ed’s ran and did something dumb. 

“‘Steve’s here cause I owe Hopper a favor.” Wayne answered honestly, standing to put himself between the two. “He reminded me of all the times he’s been good to you, and then he called it in. Now,” 

He cut Eddie off before his rant could pick up steam and bowl them all over. “I need you both to listen to me. Steve, I need Eddie to know the basics in order to keep you safe. I’ll only tell him what he needs to hear to understand why that is.” 

Steve stared at him for a moment, catching Wayne’s eye as the elder man positioned himself so he could see both boys at once.

“Okay.” Steve said, dropping the hesitant tone for something serious. 

Eddie said nothing, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and gripping the edges of his jacket hard enough to leave creases. 

Judging that as good enough, Wayne continued. “He’s not here on vacation, Ed’s. Hopper has asked us to house Steve for a bit due to an ongoing situation. It’s a dangerous one, and it’s important you do not tell anyone that Steve is here.”

Eddie’s mouth did the thing it did when he desperately wanted to say something, but Wayne held up a finger in the universal “wait.” position. 

“Let me finish.” He warned, and though he caught a hell of a glare for it, Eddie remained silent. 

“Right now I need you to trust me, son.” He said softly, and prayed that alone was enough for now. “I don’t do things without a good reason behind it. I know you know that. Let me get Steve settled, and I’ll come talk to you.” 

He could go in depth a little more, outside of Harrington’s eyesight. There Eddie would be inclined to drop the parts of his personality he put on blast as a defense mechanism, and ideally, Steve could get the sleep he so desperately needed. 

“It’ll be tight, but we’ll all get through this so long as you two keep your heads. “You both got plenty of problems right now on your own, you don’t need to add to it. You understand?”  

Eddie’s eyes narrowed dramatically as he sucked in a deep breath. 

“Fine.” He snarled, letting air hiss through his clenched teeth. “As long as King Dick here can keep himself out of my shit.”

Steve didn’t rise to the bait--or perhaps, was simply too tired to want to do anything but exit the conversation. 

‘Yes Sir.” He said instead, and Wayne didn’t bother correcting him that time. Simply clocked the title as a nervous tick of Steve’s and let himself feel that brief pang of sorrow that he’d caused the kid to backslide a bit trust wise.

No use for it, though.

Not if he wanted peace in his home. 

“Good.” Wayne said. 

Eddie stormed past, beeling towards his room. 

The door closed with an angry slam, the sound echoing throughout the trailer. 

Steve reacted like a puppet with its strings cut, letting out his own breath and going right back to slumping sideways. 

“Come on kid.” Wayne said quietly. “I think it’s beyond time you got to lay down. Let’s get you a shirt and some blankets.”

Steve didn’t say a word, just managed to get himself up and over to the couch, fumbling for his bag. 

“Oh.” He said after a moment, pulling a green sweater from the duffel and blinking dully at it. “Shit--I mean, shoot.” He shot a guilty look to Wayne, like Eddie hadn’t just sworn up a storm in front of them both. 

“What’s the matter?” Wayne just asked. 

“It’s nothing, I just-- grabbed the wrong bag.” Steve told him earnestly. It was clear the day had taken a hard toll on him, because he was blinking rapidly, fighting away sleep. 

A bad sign, given the energy Eddie had just come in with. 

It should be taking him longer to feel safe to drop off, and that he was doin’ so anyway was a bad testament to the state of him. 

“You need a different one?”

Steve shook his head. “No this is just my grab bag for the Upsi-errrm.” He hummed, before falling silent for a minute. 

Wayne let him fish for words at his leisure. 

“These are just clothes that I couldn’t get stains out of, kept them as backups.” Steve managed, before beginning the long process of pulling a shirt on. 

Wayne almost offered to help, except he knew he’d likely be rejected. It was too soon, the trust between them not there yet. 

He almost let the clothing comment go, figured it as  just one of those things the brain did when it was injured and run down. The sweater Steve was struggling with was expensive and soft, and Wayne didn’t even see a stain until the poor kid finally finished getting it on. 

He nearly froze, for the second time that day, when he did.

On one sleeve, smeared like Steve had wiped his face with it, was a bloodstain. 

This one was old, and clearly attempts had been made to get it out. 

‘Aw kid.’ He thought, staring at Steve as the kid managed to swing himself up on the couch, looking seconds away from dropping off. ‘What the hell has life done to you.’

It didn’t take long before sleep took him, but Wayne watched over him for a bit longer anyway, working up to what the hell he was going to tell his kid. 

Eddie might very well not forgive him for this, but Wayne had a shot now to head things off before they got worse. 

He just had to find the right words. 

#small town rumors #steddie #pre steddie #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne munson is a bamf #hey look eddie showed up! #little shit FOUGHT ME and is still fighting me a bit in the next chapter #I need him to quit being an asshole and go into more of that hurt/comfort section of this fic #hurt/comfort #enemies to lovers #sorta #its on a03 noooowstranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #0o0 fanfics #beat to shit steve harrington

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

#he makes me feel so emo #this life was never meant for you but your fate was forced #the way dutch (and hosea) talks to arthur like he's stupid will never sit right with me #like they've been by his side over 20 years they KNOW he isn't stupid because if he was he would have been gone a long time ago #not only is arthur incredibly emotionally smart but he's a trained conman vault breaker gunslinger horse rider you name it #the fact that his own adoptive parents break him down like that hurts #it's a manipulation tactic on dutch's end - break your victims self esteem to make them chase your praise and approval #hosea I believe has just gone along with that kind of attitude but in a different way he just likes to jest lightheartedly #arthur doesn't see the difference though and it's understandable but he takes it to heart #the worst part is that hosea sees through his tough guy act and has called arthur out on it #his act is a defence mechanism to protect himself from being too vulnerable - in arthur's mind #and it isn't a sudden thing it's very likely something that has built over the years given the life he has lived #and hosea notices he knows this #but they still jab at arthur #oh it hurts #is he your son dutch? or is he your guard dog? your personal workhorse? #playing through the second time is opening my eyes more and more #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #mick rants #mick gifs #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #liveblogging #you guys gotta understand - arthur seeks and longs for dutch's approval he'll never say it but it's the key motive behind his loyalty #and arthur *rejects* dutch's comfort #he doesn't *want* dutch to pat him on the shoulder because he knows dutch is digging them an even deeper hole #he doesn't want that touch he craves #it's so insanely monumental for such a small scene because it shows us how arthur feels without telling us

[welcometogrouchland]

Hello, another doodle compilation post of everything I haven't posted since the period of May to now that I didn't hate but didn't like enough to post on its own + fanart i made of @catboymoments's fankids Azura and Hyacinth! I'm not normally a fankid person but these guys are a whole moment unto themselves I love them sm. ID in alt text bc it was getting lengthy! Let me know if there's any issues

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #willow park #gus porter #hunter toh #(he's there too! just very small. let me have this) #i had a lot of fun trying to figure out Hyacinth and Azura! they were unfamiliar so it was a challenge #hyacinth especially doesn't have a face I'd normally draw but i ended up really enjoying getting out of my comfort zone for him #i hope all the details translated well and that i interpreted aspects of their designs correctly? #i ended up accidentally giving Azura a slightly hooked nose bc i for some reason thought she had one? also struggled w/ her mouth a tad #but i decided to keep it in bc it made her face more unique lol. i already draw amity with a hooked nose so it kind of makes sense #you could say it's from alador though (which was also how i justified the way i drew her mouth since i normally draw Luz's differently- #-just imagine she got it from Camila) #also i recognize thst Hyacinth's cane arm is wonky?? really sorry about that! he was leaning on it a certain way in the ref photo #and i tried to replicate that but. eh #It's been a weird difficult time art wise recently #mainly cause of the hiatus I had to take cause of exams that I'm still recovering from. #Probably gonna end up taking another art/posting break (though we'll see how that all plays out??) #it's been a weird few weeks but not bad. I'm just kind of. trying to remain chill! #kinds wanna rewatch but I'm always afraid I'll overindulge and get sick of the shows i love 😭 but also the longer i go w/o rewatching #the more insane i become. like the joker #I've also been slightly back into comics recently and it sucks. i hate it here fr let me out #but yeah that's where we are rn at ladel studios. just chilling i think! #i like it. gonna see if i can cultivate it as a skill

[augustinewrites]

anon who asked me what the fushigojo home looks like ily bcs that question made me so excited

#in my mind the kids move into fushigojo mom’s place first #bcs i KNOW 18-19yr old gojo still lived at home and the gojo clan is no place to raise children #especially zenin children #and so they live in a small two bedroom where the kids share a room #soon after gojo gets his own place which is way bigger! #with enough space for all of them!! and the kids get their own rooms #bordering on penthouse but not. but very comfortable #they live there until fushigojo baby comes along 🫶 then move into a house outside of the city!! #i know i wrote that they moved into a house #but i’m god of this series and i say now that gojo had their forever home built #cries sobs #[—augustinechats] #keeping up with the fushigojos

[sadaveniren]

Happy 9 years in this fandom to me 🥳🥳

I made this tumblr so that way I could start posting my first 1D fic (spoiler it’s unfinished - blame Zayn leaving) and try and make some friends in a new fandom. Very quickly I befriended @ashavahishta (because I asked for beta/britpicking help in my author’s note and she reached out to me 🥺) and I’ve been lucky in fandom friends ever since. I joined fandom during a really difficult time for me personally and sure! The nonsense that was 1D in 2015 was absolutely wild but it also kept me distracted from what I was dealing with and so I will always, always be thankful for this fandom for the people it has brought into my life.

I’ve seen Harry 4 times, one of them being ONO for HS3. I’ve seen Niall twice and will forever be bitter about the canceled Niall/Lewis tour with Fletcher as opener. I’ve seen Louis 3 times, once was for his album release in NYC for walls - WHERE I ALSO MET HIM WITH @crinkle-eyed-boo AND @onesweetworld18 AND HE SIGNED MY CD (and also swore so loud when he realized I was 36 weeks pregnant 🤣) I helped @londonfoginacup and @lululawrence and LOML Jenna hand out hundreds of rainbow flags in Iowa and then danced with Sus waving our flags the entire time and Louis kept coming over and watching us and then gave the SPEECH HE GAVE IN IOWA ABOUT BEING BRAVE AND TRUE TO YOURSELF THAT WAS FOR US IT WAS FOR US SUS HE LOVES US 😭😭

I’ve written over a million words in this fandom, 72 fics in total. I’ve brainstormed so many fics and read even more fics. I’ve been moved to tears and changed by fics I’ve read. Hell fic is what brought me to tumblr to begin with because everyone just had to keep writing this stupid trope where Harry and Louis have complimentary nautical tattoos and this company Modest is forcing them to be closeted 🙄 like what popular fic gave rise to THAT madness (it was them your honor. Those fuckers right over there)

I cried at music the boys have made. I’ve laughed at the dumb interviews they’ve done. I have a stupid teddy bears number in my phone because of these assholes. I’ve been woken up at 3am by a phone tree to let me know new music has dropped. I’ve been here for leaks and demos and rumors and it’s been such a huge part of my life and my identity. You literally can’t say “we are all moving in one direction” in front of me without me giggling.

I love this fandom so much. I love tumblr larries. I love my friends. I am so happy to have been here for 9 years and I can’t wait to celebrate more years 🤗

🎵 The friends we make, the love it takes is worth, is worth, is worth it all this time 🎵

#I love this fandom I truly do #specifically the ones on tumblr we may be small but we are mighty!! #I only name dropped people I know feel comfortable being name dropped #I debated making a list of posts I’ve made but then I got sappy #bet some of y’all thought I was gonna hit ya with the ‘and now I’m leaving fandom’ post didn’t you #you have to know me better than that 🤣 I won’t announce my departure #I’ll just leave like I did kpop and anime #I still have my OG ffnet account up and people think I would announce leaving 🤣

[octaviasdread]

neil perry sits.

his fists wrap tight around his crown of twigs, tight as his body curled small like a child who looks to his mother but his mother is distant, she’s crying in silence and his father stands between them.

neil clings to the crown like it will be ripped from his hands, torn like his heart and his friends and his dream are ripped away with his fragile home at welton.

his thumbs rub up and down, and down and up, frozen and empty and comforting himself, with tears in his eyes, and his father’s stares of frustration searing holes into his hope.

neil perry sits.

#neil so small and still in that armchair haunts me #the light leaves his eyes and his parents just leave him there #of course he can’t articulate what he wants when his parents guilt trip and yell #he’s a child!!!!! #COMFORT HIM #CO Posts #neil perry #dead poets society #dps #dead poets fandom

[archersartcorner]

“When I held you, actually saw you for the first time, I fully realized how vulnerable you were. You’re such a small thing, can’t see or hear, just have to trust the people around you are friendly, won’t hurt you. I… thought of hurting you, Skip. It would’ve been so easy to have crushed you, to have killed you and never have to worry about you taking over my body again. But you were there in my hands, trembling, terrified, and despite where my thoughts travelled, all I wanted to do in that moment was protect you.”

Was looking at some of my old doodles of these two and wanted to redraw this one. Never posted the original cus I didn’t like how it came out, but I still liked the little paragraph I had next to it, so here :-]

Edit: Speed paint here :)

#my art #described #dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #norman takamori #skip takamori #skipperskip #they are so everything to meeeeeeee #Norman vs intrusive thoughts: Norman 1 IT 0 #I love thinking of the hypothetical moment norm actually sees Skip for the first time and is like. ‘oh my god. small lil guy……….’ #norman is constantly checking in the med bay after to see if Skip’s okay. ‘still breathing? okay good good. good.’ #and while Skip is unconscious he can minorly detect norman’s psychic signature. and it’s a big comfort to him. the rest of the crew notice- #-skip seems… more at ease whenever norman’s checking on him. they’re not even sure if Skip knows he’s doing it or if it’s entirely subconsc. #anyway. *points* I like the slug and his man

[roomy-ghosted]

JUST started a good Durge playthrough and I'm dying over my absolute little guy bard Tinfoil.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #(Im a tag rambler so theres a lot here-) he's got voice six and because of that I'm opting he's incredibly INCREDIBLY young #like- probably 9? Dragonborn reach 10 year old human size at 3 for them so. yeah- #human-body wise he's about 17? but he's still got so little thoughts in his head. Which is canon as well at least #not gonna romance ANYONE as Tinfoil but we're gonna all be besties. #still deciding if he'll slurp tadpoles. he gives into peer preassure very easily and is very easily bossed around. #so it depends at the moment in the cutscene i guess. #he's the group kid. i think shadowheart would mother him a lot and he looks up to Karlach A SHITTON. 'She's so cool...' #'why is the group kid the leader?' #everyone shrugs but they see Tinfoil curl up around a small pile of gold and gems as he sleeps and they can't say no to what he wants to do #Lae'zel thinks he's 'extremely weak skinned. and needs all the help a pathetic youngling like him can get' #she says; helping said pathetic kid up off the nautaloid ship floor after he ran ahead to try and get to the controls; listening to her #like a good lil guy #'Tinfoil; darling; you know we can always get *more* gold if you give up some of these precious little rubies and opals. Your hoard #will look *much* more impressive that way.' #-Astarion; trying to convince a now-teary-eyed tinfoil to give up his hoard so the party can buy health potions #'its not...its not impressive?' he starts crying and Shadowheart has to comfort him #I KNOW he's gonna go murder mode and stuff. but everyone at camp thinks it's just dragonborn instincts kicking in #so they just like chain him to a tree for the night. #its funny i think #'NO! BAD TINFOIL! STOP TRYING TO EAT THE BIRDS!' #'Raughguguhguguh. Tinfoil *NEEDS* sauce...' #he is on a leash constantly because he is enamoured with the beauty of the world and runs off- but also to not kill and maim constantly.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know what you are.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #su she #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #nameless red disciple #Yeah that's right we are still getting a play-by-play of LWJ's fight #I have to set up the punchline somehow. another 'wait a bit and it will come' moment but I think I've build up a reputation now #My goal is to not let anyone get comfortable here. Always be on edge as to what poorly-draw-mdzs migh inflict upon you next #8 more days till the next anniversary post btw. Let that marinate and fester. #children and teens can sense aspects within you that not even you are aware of #i love how there is a clear shift within LJY’s opinion of wwx after this. #its small but apparently the realization that hanguang-jun trusts this guy with his money was enough #jin ling has always been on team ‘youre gay’ but slowly he’s starting to mean it in a less homophobic way #happy pride 🌈🏳️‍🌈🌈

[commsroom]

i think to really understand hera (and, by extension, her relationship with eiffel) you have to recognize that she values the same things he does. hera works harder than eiffel does because she has to, because more is riding on her doing her job, because the bare minimum she's allowed to get away with and not have everyone die horribly is... still kind of a lot of work, all of the time. and even then, she does the bare minimum when she can. she cuts corners she probably shouldn't. she hates drudge work. and she really hates being told what to do.

eiffel and hera are both prisoners on the hephaestus - and that they're the only two who really know they weren't given a choice is central to their bond as well - but, at the same time. eiffel both embodies and extends to hera a kind of freedom she wants very much. no one else has ever made room for her to goof off or wanted to talk to her about nothing, just wanted to hear her voice, just wanted to make her laugh. wanted to hang out with her and talk, just for a little while, even as he's falling asleep after days without rest.

that's what draws her to eiffel. "you hate rules as much as i do, don't you, doug?" because the first time she ever speaks to him, it's while he's clamoring around in the dark, clearly no idea what he's doing, not having paid attention to anything about the station or the mission or, of course, the rules. because she tells him about the contraband cigarettes floating out of his pocket and makes a point of keeping it a shared secret. she likes those things about him.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #hera wolf 359 #eiffera #i don't know. sometimes people want to girlbossify hera so bad #and she is very smart. and capable of so much. #but it's like. what cutter mistakes for ambition in hera is mostly just a desire to survive and be treated with basic respect #and she has to work a lot harder for that than other people do. and she shouldn't have to #and eiffel really does. create that space. in small ways but also #because he values her as a person and wants to be around her and her productivity could not be less important to him #this is why they need minkowski btw #in spirit eiffel and hera are minkowski's slacker roommates and she is begging both of them to get real jobs #also: #i still think a lot about hera only ever calling eiffel 'doug' when he can't hear her. and how #unlike with a lot of other characters. there's never a later moment where she calls him by his first name in a Meaningful Way #i have. some thoughts about that maybe. #i just. think about this a lot. how much eiffel and hera are a refuge for each other and how lucky that is #because i'm really not sure either of them would've made it without the comfort they offer each other and the faith they have in each other #nothing new but. they love each other very much and i love them

[studentbyday]

my ideal night routine... 🌙

...happens 30 mins to 1 hour before I actually try to sleep, 1 hour to not feel rushed, 30 mins when pressed for time...

Post a tumblr update if there is one - AND THEN LEAVE THE SITE

Write down everything I have to do the next day (or if it's a Sunday, set up bujo for the next week)

Shut down computer (gotta get into the habit of feeling okay with doing this an hour before bedtime 🧘🏻‍♀️) and journal in good lighting bc I'm probably stressed from writing down everything I need to do tomorrow, stressed or annoyed from the day, feeling down for whatever reason - the goal is to end the day on a positive note so I can sleep.

🪥 + floss

Add to journal if I still have more thoughts

Say goodnight to the world

Stretch bc all that sitting during the day makes me stiff

Plug my phone, get away from it, relax, and try to sleep

so if you see me on here after i've posted my tumblr update, you know i've failed 😅

pt. 1 - morning routine

#maybe eventually i'll add read a comforting book somewhere in here bc it helps with feeling good and calm #i really like all creatures great and small so far but haven't had time to read #still got a long way to go to improve time management #night routine #hygge aesthetic #good night #daily routine #sweet dreams #self care routine #journaling #mental health #self care #self improvement #positive thinking #studyblr #stemblr #stem student #stem academia #student life #grwm #morning person #night owl

[prolibytherium]

I know I've been making 'we are fucked' posts all winter whenever it crests 50 degrees but the amount of people who are under the impression that climate change just suddenly got 10000x worse from last year to this one is kind of worrying.

I mean I guess it's not a bad thing if it catalyzes increased public reckoning, but we're still going to see 'normal' winters happening throughout our lifetimes, we'll still see abnormally COLD and snowy winters, and that can't be mistaken for things suddenly getting 'better'. It's critically important to understand climate change as a shift in overall trends and not something accurately reflected by year to year variation

#This may be a small comfort but even in the unlikeliest absolute most We Are Fucked scenarios we're still going to see like... #Seasonal Variation. Temperatures below freezing. Etc #In the far more likely bad case scenarios you're still going to at least occasionally see winters as cold and snowy as you remember #for the rest of your life. (Broadly speaking though like maybe not universally due to varying geographic conditions) #No offense intended to the OP of that post btw it's just something I've been seeing a lot

[izloveshorses]

it’s so beautiful to me that what triggers anya’s memory of her past isn’t some big national secret or something inherently tied to the politics of her family or even her social class, it’s just a simple sensory detail of sitting in a carriage on a hot day and catching sight of a boy running after them

#anastasia broadway #anastasia musical #anastasia #dimya #i mean i get that this is the whole point of iacot alksdfj #but like #it's just a small thing?? and that feels so much more honest?? #idk #also like #i know she has Been Through It but the narrative is so gentle to her #like this is just such a kind and gentle way to be reintroduced to who you used to be you know?? #even though the song ends on a sad note it's still a very safe and comforting environment #a boy talking about a hot summer day and it turns out you were there too #and then we can get into the fact that the way he tells stories is exactly what she needed to unlock her memory #bc he uses sensory memories and specific details in the same way we remember childhood #like we don't think about the Overall Things going on at the time but we remember the way the food smelled or the texture of the clothes etc #and that's a much more interesting and Real story to me than anything else they could have done #letting this girl who has survived and endured so much have a moment to just. be. and letting her think about ribbons and a boy #which is why when ppl try to make her a figure either sympathizing with or against the revolution it doesn't work for me #bc it's not a show about revolution it's a show about a girl remembering the way her nanna smells when she hugs her #and in this context. that matters more #idk it's a story for the girls!!!!! #for the girls who don't remember everything but they remember their grandma's perfume and the way the carpet felt under her feet!!

[oh-allie]

some arospec thoughts ive been thinking to say fuck you to allonormativity on vday

the guy on all the caution signs is aroace because i said so

somethin' stupid by frank sinatra is such an aromatic song please see my vision

saiki is totally aroace but i also REALLY like terusai and is that so wrong 😿

niffty being aroace would make me happy and i would giggle and kick my feet and i cant explain it but GUYS PLEASE

alastor and rosie r in a qpr because god told me himself (i am not projecting)

having the aromatic, asexual, and aroace tags trending on vday is the funniest thing

happy valentines pooksies <33

#arospec #aroace #aro thoughts #aroflux #aromantic #aro pride #im telling you guys that caution signs guy does NOT fuck #and he is PROUD #saiki k #hazbin niffty #hazbin hotel #valentines day #announcing offically i am arospec #aroflux specifically #and its actually making me really happy #a while ago i identified as aroace #but i did feel some level of romantic attraction so i felt like i didnt belong #but silly ol me forgot it was a spectrum #and i feel really comfortable in myself knowing that i am still aro while still being able to feel (admittedly a very small) level of #romantic attraction #yk ?? #rosie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #radiorose qpr #saiki no psi nan #radiorose #:33333 #allies rambles

[lieutenantselnia]

I was looking through my 2D Doof image folder and randomly came across this picture I didn't remember I had saved, please he looks so adorable😭💕

#he's evil but he's also just a silly little man :3 (I love him with all my heart) #no but for real he looks sooo cute smiling like that💕 it's nice to see him have a small moment where he just seems happy and content #fyi the screencap is from his and Charlene's song from the special episode and it's a still frame that appears for like 1 second lol #only thing that bothers me slightly it the fact he's wearing shoes in the house (we don't do that here) #ik it's a cartoon so most characters just wear their signature outfit anywhere and they didn't wanna bother designing a new one #but when Selina moves in with him he'll have to stop that lmao #on that note I've been thinking of giving him a more casual/comfy outfit but I have no idea what could fit him😭 #like his original outfit looks badass and all but 1) he's gonna boil in the summer heat #and 2) I don't think it's the most comfortable for things like a cozy evening on the couch or stuff like that - so yeah🤷‍♀️ #2nd dimension doofenshmirtz #2d doofenshmirtz #2d doof #doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #dr doofenshmirtz #phineas and ferb #across the second dimension #across the 2nd dimension #at2d #atsd #screenshot #f/o: 🚂 #f/o gush #f/o appreciation #selnia talks

[importantdestinydefendor]

One of my projects is done!

I love when artist make OC drawing memes and since I'm starting to be more active on my blog with my art, I want to catch up on some of them so...

Here, have this "Draw your OC as..."-Reel as a mini comic with Azar! (can we even call this a comic?)

And some close ups

The only thing that I'm still unsure about is the backdrop colurs... But the rest? Man, was it fun to do!

Hope you guys like it as much as i do!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #maaren au #firelight au #oc #azar (oc) #draw your oc as #man do I love procrastination #did this instead if learning for exams #now do not worry I still studied obviously #just... a small break if you will #couldn't be bothered with the shadows #and I also wanted to break out of my comfort zone #I always pressure myself to add shadows so I just didn’t this time #important art defender