Porch - Backyard
Huge minimalist concrete paver back porch idea with a fire pit
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Going through the acc "dear-ao3" and nearly everything on there has been submitted by you and I just have to say I am in awe by your dedication to the cause
what can i say, it's weirdly fun to hunt down funny tags and comments and such for them. ✨
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a slice of heaven
✧ written for ‘cake’ ✧ word count: 311 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: slightly horror vibes ✧ tags: other!stobin ✧ @steddiemicrofic hope you enjoy!!! ✧
"Try this!"
Biting back a sigh, Eddie scoops up a piece of the cake Steve's just laid out in front of him and ignores his protesting taste buds. He eats the pink sponge and, to his own surprise, eagerly swallows it down.
"Well?" Steve looks at him expectantly.
"Shit, dude, this is so good!" And the problem is, Eddie isn't even lying. He expected that last bite to be the final straw, make him puke out all the sweet delicacies he's been forced to taste for the past -
How long has it been?
"Great!" Steve smiles so pretty and sweet, Eddie almost falls in love with him immediately. Then he turns away to yell, "I told you this was the one, Robs!"
Robin groans and glares at Eddie. He can’t look away from her eyes. “Now look what you’ve done, he’ll be using up all our strawberries!”
“I won’t,” Steve protests as he collects the plate (when did Eddie finish that slice?), blocking Eddie from Robin. Eddie blinks, his eyes watering. “I don’t want him getting sick of them too fast.”
“I don’t think I can get sick of your food,” He isn’t flirting. He doesn’t know how but the nausea dissipated with that first bite of the strawberry cake. “What – what time is it?”
“Does it matter?” Steve tilts his head, looking down at Eddie puzzledly. Eddie stares up at him and watches as ink bleeds into Steve’s eyes, as his smile drips down into a pout, as his sunny glow turns cold. “You’re not trying to leave, right, Eds? We had a deal.”
“R-right,” Eddie swallows, his throat clogged with the taste of sweet strawberries. “’M not going anywhere, Stevie.” The air snaps back like a blade and Eddie heaves.
“Good!” Steve smiles again and Eddie doesn’t remember why he ever felt afraid. "Time for the pies!"
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they're getting rid of the backpacks........... cellbit is going to have a heart attack
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I know the Musk "trillion people means more Mozarts" thing is stupid as fuck but I just saw a prominent blogger reply to it by saying anyone has the ability to be a Mozart and I'm sorry but "talent doesn't exist" discourse has officially gone too far, and I say that as someone who hates the word "talent" and has replaced it almost entirely with the word "skill" in my vocabulary.
Not everyone is a prodigy. Yes, prodigies get lost because they lack opportunity, but that still doesn't mean everyone is a prodigy. If everyone WAS then everyone with enough wealth and opportunity WOULD be and like. I'm sorry, have you SEEN what a fucking moron Elon Musk actually is?
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