#so be kind

[imfinereallyy]

“You hurt me.”

“I know.”

Steve sighs, and he looks at Eddie in his doorway. So much has changed in five years. But Eddie seems the same. Just his hair is a bit longer, he’s got more tattoos, and he’s got scruff on his face that Steve knows when they saw each other last in 87’ would have driven him nuts.

Steve has always liked the idea of Eddie with a beard. It doesn’t matter now, though. “I think you should leave.”

“Steve, I—I just need a chance to explain.” Eddie moves side to side on his feet.

“Explain?” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest. “You had the chance to explain five years ago before you left. You had the chance to explain the weeks after with no phone calls to me to any of the kids. You had the chance to explain the year after when you talked to everyone but me, and I thought you just needed time. You had the chance a year ago before you cut everyone else off again.”

Eddie hangs his head in shame. “Stevie, please. I know I don’t deserve it. But I just want to talk.”

Steve’s resistance wavers slightly. He moves out of the doorway to let Eddie in. Eddie rushes inside, knowing Steve will change his mind at any moment. Steve shuts the door behind them. “I’m only letting you in because if Robin finds you in our doorway, she will kick your ass. And as much as you hurt me, I don’t actually want to see you in physical pain.”

Eddie smiles a bit, “Still the dynamic duo? You and Robbie? What’s stopping her from beating me up inside?”

“Our cat Sylvia might see. And she’s trying to shield her from as much violence as possible. Says one Sylvia has seen enough.”

“Oh please tell me she is out by now, because that is a giant gay flashing sign.” Eddie chuckles.

Steve can’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, she is. It would be hard if she weren’t, considering she’s dating Nancy. And Nancy is a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them. She shows her off any chance she gets.”

“Wow, Robs bagged Wheeler? Never saw that coming.” Eddie lets out a low whistle. “Must have been a blow to the ego for ya, Stevie. Your ex and your best friend.” He mock clutches his heart.

Steve lets out a big laugh this time, “Nah. I encouraged it. They’re my favorite people; they deserve to be happy.”

Eddie softens, “Yea, being a favorite person of Steve Harrington is a very special thing.”

Steve feels ice water in his veins, “What are you doing here Eddie?”

Eddie sighs, “What do you want to hear? Why I needed to come, or why I wanted to? Cause the truth is I needed to come to apologize to you. Give you the explanation you deserve. What I wanted, though, what I wanted is to tell you that I love—“

“Don’t.” Steve chokes.

“Right apologies first.”

“First? First?! Eddie. I don’t know what you could say to me right now that would make anything make sense. We had something good. It took us so long to get to that point. And it was great because we learned about each other and knew each other inside out. Our friendship blossomed into something more, and we were just getting started, and you left. I had thought I was done with love before I met you. But then you came along and made me feel seen and cared for, and then you got weird and distant so quickly, and you fucking left. And then I knew for sure I was done with love. Don’t think it was meant for me. Sure, that’s not on you, but you don’t get to—you don’t get to open old wounds because you feel the sudden desire to come around again.” Steve swallows tears.

Eddie’s face goes through hundreds of emotions. Anger. Shock. Grief. He doesn’t say anything for a minute. They stew in Steve’s words instead. Then finally, Eddie settles on. “I’m an addict.”

Steve, who has thought about a million ways this could go, has never thought of this. “What?” All the tension releases from his body. He just stares hopelessly at Eddie.

“I’m an addict. I'm sober now, I just reached a year, but yeah. I'm an addict. Never thought I would be. But after everything with Vecna and the painkillers they put me on…it got hard. Denied it for a while. Said to myself a little of everything here and there to forget wouldn’t hurt anyone. But then we were becoming something alongside, me spiraling deeper into addiction. And I—fuck this was easier to practice at the meetings.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But I would have hurt you. More than me leaving did. And I couldn’t live with that. I could live with you hating me. It was selfish of me. I wasn’t ready to give up the drugs so I gave up you, and it’s not fair. Not fair that I did that to you, to anyone of you really, but especially you Steve. You just deserved someone who could love you all the time, love you fully. And I thought I did but I think I was using you a little to make myself feel better. That’s not to say I didn’t love you. I did, still do, always will. But we both deserved a better version than what we had.”

Steve feels tears on his cheeks, he isn’t sure what to say. “You didn’t get to make that decision for me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Steve chokes on a sob, “Dammit Eddie. It was my birthday.”

Something breaks inside them, and suddenly they are in each other's arms, weeping together. There is this fragile broken thing between them, a love that never went away. It is horrible and beautiful and needs so much work to be wonderful once more.

But it was nice to break together again.

“I know. I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough. I’ll make sure every day for the rest of my life that I make it up to you. In any way I can.”

“I don’t know how we can get back Eds. Don’t know if we should.”

“I’ll take you any way you’ll have me. Friend. Lover. A person you only call when you need a ride to the airport. Just let me try; it’s all I ask. I promised I wouldn’t go back to you until I knew I had put the work into myself first. You don’t owe me anything. I would understand if you kicked me out right now. But I need you to know that Steve, I love you anyway you’ll have me. And I have never stopped thinking about you.”

Steve lifted his head from Eddie’s chest. “I’d like to try to get to know you again. This you. See where it goes. But Eds, no matter what, no matter the version of you, I will always care. And I will always be your friend.”

Eddie kisses Steve’s forehead, “Thank you.”

It’s there where Steve and Eddie hug on the wooden apartment floor; they hear the door unlock. “Oh no, she’s home early.”

Eddie doesn’t get to respond because, suddenly, Robin is in the doorway. “Hey, dingus! I brought home an extra latte—“

She freezes at the sight of Eddie before rebooting with a dark look, “Steve, is your nail bat still under your bed?”

——

Wanted to try the whole break up thing, I have a lot of different break up/makeup ideas in my head. maybe pt. 2???? Kinda feels good to stop here. But if you think so I have more ideas for this.

#steddie #stranger things #cw: discussion of addiction #they have so much trauma and I just gave them more #they still both love each other and will eventually get together after lots of work #addiction is hard and it takes a lot of work to get sober #so be kind #hurt comfort #ficlet #steve harrington #my writing #eddie munson and robin buckley friendship #robin buckley #platonic soulmates stobin #addiction #steddie prompt #ao3 #angst with a happy ending #happyish? #it's open ended really #but like it will be happy at some point #angst

[undercoverpena]

Javier Peña, DEA. You're being extradited...

Narcos 0306 - Best Laid Plans

#javi peña #javier peña #javier pena #javier peña narcos #javi pena #narcosedit #narcos edit #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #pedropascal #pedro pascal #pedro pascal narcos #pedro pascal characters #i haven't gif'd in years #so be kind #mm.edit.gif

[artandmayhem]

Friendly reminder.

#cait art #art #animals #creativity is not a competition #we are all in this together #so be kind #dammit

[just-gingerkat]

I like to think this is how everyone immediately believes Lester is Apollo

Apollo? I scoffed. This kid was telling me he was THE Apollo? One of the 12 Olympians? He must have been delusional to believe that. This beat up, average looking teenager who looked like he was ready to run away screaming at a moments notice was Apollo. Yeah right. Even the mere concept was enough to make me laugh....

but.... the more i looked at him... there was something in the kids eyes.... something inhuman... something ancient. Something that had seen great civilizations rise and fall, something that had seen thousands of human lives pass by without a mere glance... something like...My heart dropped like a stone.

Yep. This was Apollo no doubt about it. And now I'm pretty sure we're all doomed

#Never done anything like this before #So be kind #This can technically be applied to everyone who just glanced at him and went #Oh dang you really are apollo #Hope i did alright #I think i did pretty good #trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #Lester papadopoulos toa #Lester toa #writing #trials of apollo fanfiction #I think this is fanfiction #Someone correct me if not #Anyways im done

[roosterbox]

Posted this on the bird site too, but just in case it was ever in question…

If you create dark/Dead Dove content? We’re cool.

If you like and consume dark/Dead Dove content? We’re cool.

If you don’t like dark/Dead Dove content, but keep that fact to yourself? We’re cool.

If you hate dark/Dead Dove content and want to make sure everyone and their brother knows it, including sending hateful messages and comments to the other types of people I previously mentioned? Maybe stop, take a deep breath (or two), chill out, and try to focus your energy into something you love instead. Something positive, and personally fulfilling.

Not everything is about you, nor does everything require your input or attention. It’s okay to leave things be if they don’t vibe with you, I promise.

Fandom is supposed to be fun. When you act a fool, you make things decidedly unfun.

Peace and love ❤️💖💕

#fandom #fanart #fanfiction #dead dove do not eat #not everything is about you #you are not the main character #and I get it man #I really do #I don’t like a lot of dark or dead dove stuff either #but you know what I do? #I scroll on #I don’t let it ruin my day #because I know it’s not FOR me #fandom is big and weird #there’s room for all of us #no matter what we’re into #so be kind #I love you #❤️❤️❤️

[chaoticcuriosity]

So I wanted to show just some of the sword/dagger pieces I have in my shop. Each piece has the option of with a genuine gemstone (spinel on silver or smoky quartz) or no gemstones. If you would like these on different hooks or studs, please message me to see what I have on hand! These are the threader earrings I have available and of course there is lots more at my shop Somewear in Tyme

#sword jewelry #sword #daggers #handmade #jewelry #etsy #accessories #earrings #shadow and bone #knife wife #inej ghafa #I know these are daggers not swords but many people don't and call them swords #so be kind

[trollcafe]

all the way dumb

Docs Link  Rip’s bandana gets ripped to shreds. 

Riptid woke with a stretch, reaching behind him for his kismesis. The absence of a body left him bewildered enough to knock the remaining sleepiness out of his system. He froze, listening to the eerie silence of the hive. It was never this quiet. There was always a commotion. The espresso machine, chatter of trolls outside, the sounds of dogs roughhousing, it was never silent like this. He wasted little time getting up and throwing a shirt on, no matter how badly his joints complained today. His pajama pants were just fine for now, he didn’t trust that he could balance on one leg without falling. 

Exiting the bedroom left him more questions than answers. The puppies were crated, napping peacefully, with their owner nowhere to be found. Chowow didn’t usually put the pups in their crates. DogDad was curled up on the couch. Rip’s movement was slow and stiff, his prosthetics still waking up from their own disjointed slumber. He made his way into the kitchen with the intention of waking up the coffee machine. His arm creaked as he reached for a mug. Something over his shoulder caught his eye. A flash of red. 

He froze, hand mere inches from the mug. To the side lay his bandana. Or, what remained of his bandana, settled on top of a note. 

The coffee was quickly abandoned. Riptid gathered what remained of the red bandana in his hands, exhaling a deep sigh. Torn to shreds and slightly damp, clearly the victim of some playful puppies. It was unusable now. Nothing more than scrap fabric. Still, the sinking feeling in his stomach grew deeper. He knew it wasn’t the pups’ fault, nor was it Chow’s. He should’ve put it up somewhere safe. He shouldn’t have let the pups sleep with him and Chow. He should’ve put it in a drawer. He should’ve thrown it out. 

The very thought of throwing it out caused his breath to hitch. Even now, looking down at the mauled remains, considering such a thing felt wrong. With cautious, gentle hands, Riptid brought the bandana to his face. It reeked of cigarettes, regrets, alcohol, weed, dog spit, and roses. There was some sick relief that caused his stomach to twist in knots. It smelled like roses. Like the troll who gave it to him. He remembered her smile, dangerous and sly. She took the bandana out of her own hair, holding it out to him after one of the first Whysteria concerts. 

“We should be pitch.” A voice like milk and honey was hard to refuse. 

“Okay.” Riptid Canuis was never good at saying no. 

Had he even felt pitch for her? He remembered her face, her smile, the way she smelled, the way her tee shirt dress hung off her shoulders, but he couldn’t remember how he really felt, if he felt anything at all. He couldn’t remember when she lost her cool, when her anger consumed her and tore off his leg. When she got bored, and poisoned the other. Why was it so hard to throw it away? Why was there a piece of him that missed her?

The same questions could be asked about Chow. After all, it took a special kind of man to stay with the person who knowingly ruined his life. Rip lowered his hands, cringing at the thought. Maybe there was something wrong with him. On a deep, psychological level, perhaps. A knife twisted in his stomach, and a sigh of acceptance escaped his chest. 

With a heavy heart, Riptid simply set the bandana back on top of the letter. It hurt to think about. He returned to the coffee machine to continue his late awakening. Still, there was a voice in the back of his head. It was angry, a growl, hardly his own voice. As if some omniscient observer was commentating on his feelings. 

He should be angry, it said. The coffee machine whirred to life. He should be pissed, about his legs, his arms, his bandana. The steam was hot as it brewed. He glanced back at the bandana, feeling the knife twist once more. It was more than just a gift from Bubble, wasn’t it? He had tied the red cloth under the strings of his bass. Like a true rockstar, like a grunge musician from the olden days, using a makeshift mute for a smoother tone. It made him feel like a real musician. He hated that the voice was right. 

That bandana was the last shred of his youth he allowed himself to have. He should be angry it was ruined, like he should be angry about his arms, about his bass, about the frustration his friends felt towards him. Riptid’s lip curled in an unwitting snarl. He hated being angry, but in the moment, he hated everything else so much more. His sorrowful gaze melted into a glare, shooting daggers towards the remains of his bandana. This hatred was a festering wound, opened again and again. A boiling point was met. 

Riptid brought the freshly brewed coffee to his lips. Prosthetics can’t feel, you see, but maybe his prosthetic arm had his best interest in mind. The coffee burnt his tongue, and out of his panic, Rip dropped the mug. His train of thought shattered with it. Rip stared at the mess for a few moments before he got to work cleaning it up. Why was he so shaken? 

Picking up shards, he felt…empty. He was just thinking about something, what was it? Whatever it was left a hole in his stomach. It was something important. Something big. He tried to will it back as he swept up the mess, but it eluded him. As Riptid stood in the kitchen once more, the emptiness only grew. 

He looked to the side, staring at his retired bandana. Something about the bandana was missing. There was something more than just being ripped to shreds. Something…important. Something…about Bubble? No, that can’t be it. Or was it? He shook his scattered thoughts away for good. Whatever it was, it was gone. Trying to follow the derailed train just made him feel sick. Maybe memory loss wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, wasn’t it easier to just stay all the way dumb?

#drabbles #ghost.ask #riptid canuis #im not super fond of this if im honest #so be kind #i needed it to happen to progress the plot for rip #but writing just. wasnt my jam today #anyways riptid lore

[i-thrive-off-of-my-kind]

Okay so the movie element is or has been pushing Clod, the classical straight young guy who’s crushing on an adult woman or just some girl who’s multiple years older than themselves. And this is a common trope, like growing up it was such a common thing for me(a 2010’s kid) to grow up seeing. For multiple reasons,1. Straight people do in fact indoctrinate kids so they feel like being straight is the only normal thing to be( or only thing you can be, so now that children shows have queer representation adults are quite upset) 2. This is another form of, you might have guessed it toxic masculinity, yes, yes I know “how?” You must be thinking and I’m here to tell you that, this is just another way to say that men cannot express their emotions properly(or should express it to kids their age or their parents or well I think you get it). 3.The movie elemental is probably some nostalgia rehash that adult can recognize familiar ideas from while kids can get a new movie experience. However if Clod isn’t some big part of the movie and the people they are trying to excite with their TikTok ads are going to the movie for nothing. But props to them for promoting a healthy relationship with fire boy and water girl but a gender swap au, because from the ads im seeing with just them is cute and nice they do seem to like(or love) each other a lot.

Anyway thanks for reading my rants:D

So in my earlier way that i wrote this it mentioned that (conservative) straight ppl say that gay ppl are indoctrinating kids when through history AND MEDIA representation they’ve been the one “indoctrinating “

Also i saw someone say that water boy is white and fire girl and her family is basically ment to represent Asian immigrants. And I haven’t watch the movie but some have said it is a very good racism allegory so i mean props to them and i really just think that they should show more of that in their trailers instead of the classic character of Clod.

#elemental #clod #growing up in the 2010’s(ish) #toxic masculinity #kinda though #Rant #okay i just ranted to my family and they were like you should just post it online because you are not making sense and writing it out will- #Help you say it ig (not like that but whatever) #First post #what just in the mood ig #I’m a child okay- #So be kind #I’m kinda scared to post thing but i wanna type so im going to add more hashtags #Queer-ish #Straight ppl are weird sometimes #Okay im posting it yay!

[concernedbrownbread]

Everything everywhere all at once takes absurdist philosophy to a whole new level and I'm living for it

#everything everywhere all at once #absurdism #nothing matters #so be kind #also waymond is an absolute king and evelyn is a queen and joy is epic and -

[none-ofthisnonsense]

Hi people please do think about what you criticise about people however lightly before doing it

#i'm not usually insecure #but then ONE SENTENCE that a friend said is running around my head #not in a good way #so be kind

[ohnoitsthebat]

Happy Friday! We made it!

#bat.img #this is completely unfiltered #and bad lighting #so be kind

[rexismycopilot]

I would love it if Qui-Gon would be aromantic, we need more representation! I dont mind love stories at all, I think they quite interesting, for example I adore your obikin stories. But having a character you can relate to is with being aromantic not easy. In movies, series and books in general.

But of course it's all your choice!

It's interesting because as I was thinking through the Anon's comment about Qui-Gon, it just kind of occurred to me that I might not have intentionally started out writing him that way, but it actually feels very fitting for his character in FS/Three's Company.

And I do love the inclusion of different romantic orientations as well! Thanks so much for your input, Anon!!

#not being aro myself i may get some things wrong #so be kind #and let me know of course! #ask #anon #qui gon jinn #three's company au

[redstonedust]

yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.

#like. yall know the exact kind of smooth shaded anime realism i mean right. #its SO prevelant in ai art to the point that i end up always end up assuming that style is ai more often than not

[sparebutton]

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

#bro was so angry😭 #I cannot wait for the next movie I need to see what happens next #across the spiderverse #marvel #miles morales #miguel o'hara #spider man #spider man 2099 #spider man across the spider verse #atsv #long titles are the death of me #my art #kind of

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

#emily’s finally found housing after couch surfing at friends’ places for months #they’ve got a lot of debt rn on top of bills and rent #rn they don’t have food in the house and they’re starving #they don’t deserve this at all they are so kind and i literally hate to see them suffering #please please pleaaase donate and reblog #they don’t ask for much but they deserve the world #mutual aid #crowdfunding #donation post #belle speaks

[koddlet]

personal rules for winter ❄

#this was fun bc i didn't intend for it to be kind of cryptic #i just wanted to make some reminders for myself about winter cuz i never learn #especially the back cover which i guess isn't really a rule but still stands. i'm in a rural place so when it gets dark it's Dark #and its hard to want to do anything #zine #mini zine #illustration #nonfandom #analogue art