#yeah duh

[calypsoul]

Clockwork is literally just a personification of fanfic writers.

He knows everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen

Is aware of all the different versions of reality

And can manipulate details and events to create/prevent realities

Just like anyone who's watched the show is aware of everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen (anything important anyway, but headcanons fill in the gaps)

Anyone in the Phandom is aware of all the different versions of reality (fics/AUs)

And fic writers/artists change details/events about cannon to fit their story

What the fuck.

#danny phantom #clockwork #typing it out it's like #yeah duh #kinda obvious #but it felt like such a revelation #comparing Clockwork to my idea of the Fiction Multiverse #and how Authors Artists Game devs and everything else i can't think of rn are like gods to other realities #how the team sees Clockwork is how I imagine characters would see their authors #like #why would you do this? #it's for your own good

[olsenmyolsen]

All Time Low

Part 14 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~4.4K

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TW: Self Harm. Alcohol addiction.

Y/N POV

I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry. I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

She stops herself.

Liz: Do you remember what I told you when you left my place for the first time?

Of course, I remember. I remember it all.

Y: Yes. You told me that you feel me.

I take a pause. All my emotions and anxiety are fighting for the top spot in my brain.

Y: You told me you wanted us to be in constant contact. You didn't want us to lose any part of what we've built up.

I stop again. I can't see Liz, but I know she's waiting for me to continue on the other end.

Y: I also know at the same time you and Robbie were going through something, and that was a reason you were trying to take things slow with us no matter how we felt with one another. But now that I know, where does that leave us? Because there are still things, I don't know. MK and Ash told me that you had things to say to me. So, before we talk more about us. I want to know what's up.

I ended my short speech faster than I thought I would. My mouth was on autopilot, and I didn't know where each sentence would end.

L: Everything I told you on that day, I still feel. Y/N-

She stops. It sounds like she moves her phone away from herself before I hear a ruffle and her come back.

L: Y/N, after you left, Robbie showed up. It was the first time I had seen him in days. I had left him in Richmond while I came to New York.

She breathes in. I ask why without speaking, and she answers as if she can hear me.

L: I left him because we weren't doing well... And when he entered my apartment, I knew he was doing far worse than I thought. He looked gone. Broken.

Y: Liz?

I interject.

L: Yes?

I hear her choke back tears. And it makes me unsure if I even want to ask this next question.

Y: Why did you leave London? I need more.

I hear her lips part.

L: Robbie asked if we could slow things down, and I panicked. My mind was spiraling because I was controlled by the fear of it being like last time.

I lean forward.

Y: Like last time?

L: Robbie and I were a couple months into our relationship, and it seemed a good decision. Only for a couple of weeks later, Robbie showed up in the middle of the night profusely apologizing, slurring his words, saying, "she meant nothing."  What hurt even more, was how much Robbie hurt himself over it.

I can hear a few tears slip through as her voice cracks.

L: That night, he showed up. He had cuts up and down his biceps.

Fuck. I didn't know what to say. I was mad as hell at Robbie, but clearly, he was going through something, and... that was a long time ago, so they made it work. So what happened?

Y: Liz- I- Was it like last time?

It sounds like Liz is trying to formulate a sentence, but she's not finding the right words.

L: Yes and no. I broke down because Robbie wasn't wrong. We not only needed to slow things down, we needed it to stop. We both hadn't felt each other in a while. It just seemed like we were there just to be there. Our relationship was reaching an all time low. Before Robbie knew it, I had two bags packed up. I shuffled my way past him and down the stairs. I didn't even look at him as I left. The last thing I said to him was, "I just need to think about this. Us. I'll call you when I land."

I hear Liz crying on the other end. Before I can even soothe her and react to her words, she keeps going.

L; I never called him. Instead, I found you. You were everything I needed.

Liz POV

I look like a rubber-faced clown. This is why I didn't want to go back to that house. I didn't even process everything that happened there yet until right now. Yes, Robbie and I made up in New York but reliving and telling Y/N made all my emotions bubble over. I genuinely love Robbie. But not like I love Y/N. At some point, I stopped seeing a future with Robb-

Wait... Do I love-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I pull my phone away from my ear as Y/N ended the call.

I'm left staring at myself in the black mirror that is my phone. I lost her. I fucked it up again. She knows I don't deserve her—way to go, Elizabeth.

I shut my eyes and let the water run down my cheeks before my phone jolts back to life.

It's a FaceTime call from Y/N. Quickly as I can, I brush my hair back with my hand and wipe the tears away from my red eyes. She knows I cried; the least I can do is make it look like I didn't cry this much!

I position the phone a reasonable distance from my face and let my finger glide down to answer the call.

My eyes light up the second I lay them on her. How is she so-

Y/N POV

Beautiful. How is she so beautiful? Wasn't she just crying? This is unfair. She's literally a goddess. I watch her eyes look my face up and down as I do the same.

And then they lock. Our eyes lock on one another. I can't help but smile as those pools of emerald green shimmer back to me.

"Hi." I croak out and see that smile I didn't know I had missed. "Hi," she replies. "I wanted to see you." I let the honesty spill out as I can feel my eyes start to water up.

Liz smiles at me again as tears fall from her again. "Here I am." She laughs, looking up and away, causing me to do the same.

We compose ourselves but don't say a word. It takes me a few seconds to realize Liz is waiting for me. I called her, so I open my mouth to speak up. "I- I want to hear more about that night, but I just need to tell you-" I bring my hands up to my face and let them run up to my head, pushing my hair back. I can feel my stomach jumping up and down from the words waiting to be launched out of my mouth.

"I'm here for you." I bring my face up to see hers. It's beaming back at me. I smile through tears I didn't know were coming down my face. "I'm here for you. I've had time to think about everything. Including the stuff with the gaps missing, and it's made one thing clear. I want you. I want to make whatever we have work." Liz hasn't said a word, but she's looking at me with... love?

Liz nods her head. "I'm here for you too, and I'm so sorry-" "Liz don't. Don't apologize. Whatever you're about to apologize for. Don't. I want us to start from now." I state firmly but with a gentle voice. A small part of me is still pissed at her for that one night, but I've fallen for her. Can you blame me?

Liz takes my words. "Okay. Thank you, Y/N." I flutter my eyes at her and chuckle. "Of course, Liz." My eyes droop down towards her lips.

I remember that last kiss we had.

"Y/N?" I hear Liz breaking my concentration. "Yes?"

"Now what?"

I look at her, confused, before remembering. "I'd like for you to continue. What happened after Robbie showed up?" I can see Liz nod her head and compose herself.

"I let him in. Not too long after that, I thought about what happened the last time I saw Robbie like this. That coat sitting on my couch when you came later that night was his. When I screamed at you to drop it, I saw his dried blood on the inside of the sleeve." Liz covers her mouth after saying that. It's still hard for her to talk about and relive.

I watch Liz close her eyes, trying to think.

"He- he asked about you at first." She opens her eyes to me.

Shit, he knew? Of course, he knew. There were articles and pictures of us before I even knew.

"I told him your name. We made small talk before I asked him to remove his coat because I was worried if it happened again."

It meaning Robbie drinking and harming himself. And fuck, it did.

"We talked about us—Robbie and myself. The direction of the conversation was going was clear, but I still wanted to be there for him no matter what. So I told him that I wanted to help him.

He told me that he's been talking to a doctor in LA and someone with the Crisis Text Line. I felt myself starting to break inside because I made Robbie become like this." I watch as Liz puts her head down, crying again. It's clear to me she cares for him so much still. Robbie's very lucky.

"Liz, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself. You can't do that. That's unfair. You know that, right? Liz?"

She hasn't responded yet.

"Lizzie?" I throw in the name everyone else calls her, hoping she'll hear it and bring her face back to the phone.

Liz lifts herself into frame again. Her eyes have gotten redder since the beginning of the call. I just want to hold her. I see the guilt written all over her. Even if she knows that it's not her fault, there's always going to be a tiny bit of her that thinks otherwise. I watch her catch her breath.

"Lizzie?" She asks me. "Don't call me Lizzie." I tilt my head, a bit confused. "Everyone else calls me Lizzie. I like it when you call me Liz. You're the only one that does it, and I love hearing it." She shines me that smile I've grown to love. "Okay, Liz." I smile back and let a moment of rest come between us.

I look at my tv screen. It's dimmed out and shows the time in the top right corner. Liz and I have been talking longer than I thought. It's now past 5pm for me. Meaning it's past 10pm for her. I look back to the younger Olsen in front of me.

"You don't have to keep talking about that night, Liz. It's okay if we stop, I know-"

"Y/N." She stops me with a tone I haven't heard her use. It's like a tone a teacher uses when she needs your attention. "I want to tell you everything. I want to share everything with you. I don't want any distrust between the two of us. I've already hurt you. I'm not going to do it again." She looks at me, and I see her right hand pass the screen. It seems like she went to caress my face. "Okay?"

I hold back tears, nodding. "Okay."

Liz POV

"He told me he was going to LA the next day to start his AA program and- and he- he told me he was going to do all of this whether we were together or not. I felt so much when he told me that because I felt so proud of him for making this next step in his life, all while that meant that part with me was going to be over. As I said, we both knew how we felt. It just hurt a little because Robbie had some small hope that we'd be together after that night."

I look to Y/N. It's clear that she had zero idea about any of this until she furrows her brows and looks at me. "That's why..."

I tilt my head. "That's why what, Y/N?"

"The next day, Robbie's name was trending on Twitter." I nod at her.

"He and his band announced that Robbie would be taking some personal time away. Many rumors spiraled from that, but only a few key people know the real reason."

Y/N looks at me. "You were with him when he did this, weren't you?" I once again nod to her. "The next morning, I flew back to LA with him." Y/N must play poker sometimes because, hearing that, she doesn't flinch. Unless she already knew? "I couldn't leave again. I wanted to be there for him. Together as a couple or not. He's still a friend to me, Y/N, and if that bothers you, I have to know."

I watch my Coffee Girl take this in and think. I obviously want her to say no. But this is unrealistic. Someone being friends with an ex is never a good thing. But Robbie and I are different, aren't we?

"If you're truly over him, then no, it doesn't bother me. That night before I left you two, he seemed genuine, and I mean the things I said to him. So no, I don't believe it bothers me. I know you love him. But you don't love him."

Y/N POV

I have no fucking idea if it bothers me. Someone being friends with an ex is never a good thing. But Robbie and Liz are different. Right?

Liz POV

I want to be in her arms. I want these words to be told to her pretty face in person. I want nothing more than to feel her lips on mine.

Y/N's correct. I do love Robbie but not how I used to.

"What else happened before I showed up?" She watches me think some more because there is not a lot else. "We just talked. I helped him get a bath going so he could start healing his arms. We held each other." I tell Y/N that and watch her eyebrow twitch. "Nothing else besides that. The second I left him alone, you showed up."

"Did anything happen after I left?" She looks away, whispering just loud enough for our phones to pick it up.

Does she reall- I would never go back to Robbie after everything. I watch her advert her eyes from me. Fuck.

"Y/N, look at me." I sigh. "Y/N, look at me, please." I calmly ask. She looks at me, tears in her now red eyes. "I would never hurt you like I hurt Robbie. I would never cheat on you. I promise you. I fully and honestly promise you. I'm so fucking sorry for ever making you think I would. I'm not perfect. I know this. But Y/N, nothing happened between Robbie and I. We're done. You're the one I want and no one else. Not now. Not ever. Y/N, I feel you!" I let out that last sentence like my life depended on it. But it's true—all of it.

I didn't even realize that while I was getting all these words out, I had risen from my bed and mindlessly walked around the room.

Y/N POV

I look right into the eyes of the woman I've fallen for. The model. The actress. The third sister.

Elizabeth Chase Olsen.

I watch her walk around her room before dropping to the floor. She looks as if she's holding her breath, waiting for me.

Before I can respond, I wipe my eyes and make myself look more presentable. I clear my throat and answer her.

"I trust you. I believe you. I feel you, Liz."

Liz POV

The words I didn't think I would hear again. Or at least for a long time, reach my ears. I can't help but let out a giddy smile and look at her. She looks at me the exact same way. Y/N hasn't said another word, but she's looking at me with... love? Love in her eyes?

I'm just so mesmerized by her. From the second I met her at the coffee shop, I thought she was cute. But then I again met her at the park, and the connection to one another was stronger, and then our date happened. She captivated me without doing anything special. Because she is unique, she's truly one in a million. Let's not forget after the date when Y/N and I-

"Liz!"

I look at Y/N staring at me.

"You back!?"

"What?" Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before winking. "I asked you a question, but you seemed distracted. Any reason?" She smirks at me. Y/N knows the exact reason.

I'm so glad to have us back at this stage. The playful, flirty stage of our... whatever we are.

"So what was the question?" I ask, walking back to the bed before flopping myself onto it, kicking my feet into the air. Y/N watches me and laughs at my cuteness.

"I asked how Robbie was doing now?" I'm honestly a little taken aback by that question. But it warms my heart to know they care.

"He's doing well. He has his doctor's appointment tomorrow, and his first AA meeting went well. I'm proud of him."

What she says next makes me fall even harder for her.

"Me too." I can feel my cheeks start to hurt from smiling at her. "So now what, Liz?" "What do you mean?"

She adjusts her sitting position. "What are we? We both want to be more than friends, but are we ready to put labels on it?" Y/N asks with some hesitation and worry in her voice.

"Well." I stop and think. I want to be more than what we are, but as much as it sucks, I can't yet. The world still thinks I'm with Robbie. Hell, half of this spinning planet doesn't even know I'm bisexual. How will everyone react? How will my mom react? My dad?! Y/N's family! Oh shit.

Suddenly the bed below me doesn't feel comfortable; it feels like it's pulling me in, and I can't get out. I try to move my body but find it stuck, just like my breathing. Why am I having trouble breathing?

I look down at my phone and see two Y/N's shouting at me, but I can't determine what they are saying. I'd try to focus on them as they slowly form into one.

"Liz! Elizabeth! Please, baby, focus on me! Liz, come back to me!" I see her scared face searching for my eyes. "There we go! Look at me, Liz! Look at me." I slow down. "Breathe in... Breathe out. Come on, Liz. Match with me."

I eventually match her breathing pace as I finally have my own thoughts again.

"I'm sorry, I don't k-" "Liz! It's okay. It's okay. You don't need to apologize or explain yourself. I can put together what happened."

We let each other breathe and take in the moment. "Thank you, Y/N." I gaze my eyes over her face and all of its beautiful features. Her dimples when she smiles. Her nose with a perfect ridge. Her jawline that almost puts mine to shame.

"I lo-"

"I under-"

We both stop. She stopped because she didn't want to interrupt me. I stopped because I didn't mean to start saying what I was saying. Unless I do want to say it? I slightly shake my head. No. It's too soon.

I nod to my Coffee Girl. "Go ahead."

Y/N POV

"I understand if you still want to take us slow. I think that is a good idea and I want that as well. We should get to know each other more before putting a label on anything. Plus, you're going to be gone a month, so this will be a perfect test for us." I put on a fake laugh to try and cover the fact that I'm slightly scared. She's going to be gone for the next couple of weeks filming. Filming! Meaning that I will be in a relationship with a movie star! An Olsen sister!

"I agree." I overheard Liz through my cloud of concern. "Really?!" She nods at me. "Yep. I want this Y/N. I want this to work."

"Me too."

I look at the time on my tv again. Oh, shits, it's now close to 6pm. "Whatcha looking at?" She caught me. "The time. Max and James are coming over soon." Liz pouts, and it's one of the cutest things I've ever seen a human do. "Trying to get rid of me already?" She's really pulling at heartstrings now.

"Already?" I laugh. "We've been on for like an hour and a half! Do you expect it to be like this every night?" She stops pouting and turns on her more bratty voice. "Um, yes!" She smirks at me, and I can't help but get it right back. "Me too. Don't worry, darling." Is Liz blushing? Is that what I see?

"Oooh, Darling, huh? I could get used to that." "Good." I wink and throw in a click of the tongue.

Now resting on top of us is a comfortable silence. One we haven't had in a long time. I watch as Liz replays our conversation in her head. Don't ask how I know; I just know. "Who's James?" "What?" "You said Max and James are coming over. Who's James?" Oh my God, is someone jealous?

"Max's older brother. Liz, don't even sweat it. I'm gay, remember?" Liz gets a bit embarrassed as I emphasize the word gay because, for her, even to think that I'd get with James is literally gross and homophobic. Kidding, but not really.

"I know. I know. I don't want anyone to even think about touching my Coffee Girl!" Her saying the word my and the words Coffee Girl are now causing me to blush. "Don't worry, Liz. No one will come between us." I let the reassuring words fall from my lips.

"Tomorrow, you start filming, right?" Liz slowly nods at me. I think tiredness just hit her. "Do you know what time you'll be done?" "Umm, I know tomorrow we're doing an emotional scene with the kids, so I'll probably be free after 6pm?" I do the quick mental math in my head. "Okay, so that's 1pm for me, and I won't be home till like 4pm, but that's 9pm for you! Liz! That's going to be so late!"

"Y/N it's gonna be okay! We want this to work, so it'll work! It's just the start. One day of many, okay?" "You're right, Liz. One day at a time." Liz blows me a kiss, and I dramatically catch it like a 1950's housewife. Liz laughs at my action before closing her eyes.

I find myself staring at her in all her sleeping beauty. Oh, wait, she's sleeping? "Liz?" Liz puts up her hand and tries shooing at me. "Liz," I say a little louder. The phone picks up a grumble, but I can't make out what she's saying. "Lizzie!" I now try the popular nickname she doesn't want me to ever say in a sing-song fashion.

Liz instantly opens her left eye, scaring me a little bit. "What did I say about using that name." I give Liz a 'for real' look. "Really, that's what got you up?" "Oh, hush, I was about to start dreaming about this sexy coffee worker." "Oh well, why don't I let you go so you can get to that dream even quicker."

"No, wait, don't hang up!" Liz shoves herself up in her bed and rubs her eyes. "What's up?"

Liz POV

I gather myself up a bit more before stopping to form the right words. I look to Y/N, who is just smiling at me and waiting. "I feel you, Y/N. I do, and I just want to say that I'm ready for what we become." It seems that just like clockwork Y/N and I are looking at the other one crying. Through my tears, I can feel my eyes start getting heavier. Y/N notices and gives me a nod before reaching up and giving a big kiss to her phone. "We got this, Liz."

Yes, we do.

I wave, bid Y/N a good night, and end the FaceTime call. I let the phone fall from my hand and onto the bed.

"Fuck I miss her."

Y/N POV

Liz ends the FaceTime call, which could not have gone any better. I'm so happy and proud of us for laying it all out there. We both know what we want and what to expect.

I look at my phone and at myself in the black screen. I squeal and hold it close to me, thinking of Liz. I pull it back from my chest and tap the screen to reveal the time—6:36pm. I look back at my tv screen 6:16pm.

"What the fuck!" Max and James will be here any minute. I reach out, grabbing my remote to close out of Netflix to open Disney Plus. "Next time Wind River."

The app opens, and I click on Max's profile. Did I not mention that I use her account at my place? I scroll over to the Marvel section she loves so much and eventually find Captain Marvel.

I click the movie and allow it to get exactly one second in before pausing it. I lean back into my sofa and let my mind start to replay the call I just had. Smiling at the thought of her.

Liz.

"Fuck I miss her."

Part 15

#yeah duh #y/n #elizabeth olsen #fanfic #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #otiweo #elizabeth olsen x y/n #fluff #a lot of talking #marvel #mcu #elizabeth chase olsen #max #im re-editing this and i want to die #why #why am i like this #what is this

[dustyfairywings]

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#mizu is a nonbinary woman to me #i dont think she identified with masculinity cause that’s literally a mask she largely dons for safety #pero like i find it difficult to believe she has a normative sense of her own gender identity after living as a man for so many years #idk if being an nb woman makes her trans or spicy cis #there’s clearly a masculine dimension to her identity that was not fully embraced mikio or her mother #gnc cis woman? #eh whatever #mizu gives ‘woman but it’s complicated’ vibes #and like #yeah duh #ramblogging

[the-nation-of-today]

You know what SURE why not Jinxx totally chill to tease something cryptic coming May 1st I’m TOTALLY fine about it

#black veil brides #bvb #maeve.png #the wizard 🎻 #idek if this is BVB related because everyone else has been dead silent #but this fucker #is out here posting shit like ‘do you wanna see me in a movie’ #YEAH DUH #I’m fine anyway #jinxx’s cryptic bullshit

[natjennie]

this show has a LOT of very very close up shots and I simply think that's too much eye contact. back up out of my personal space please ma'am.

#it's a hallucination right #yeah duh #black sails #jennie watches black sails

[opiumvampire]

that steven brule bit where he’s with another doctor explaining nutrition to the viewers and he keeps going “i know. im a doctor too” but its me watching a youtube video of an architect breaking down famous haunted houses and explaining shit like what a widows walk is

#joefferry was like ‘NOT EVERYBODY ALREADY HAS ENCYCLOPEDIC KNOWLEDGE OF HORROR SETS AND VICTORIAN ARCHITECTURE’ #ok…..? sounds like a them problem #the dude was like ‘yeah and this really ornate embellishment around the trim of victorian houses is called Gingerbreading’ and i was like. #Yeah Duh

[elijah-loyal]

i love how im going to college for archaeology and boy do i fucking look like it

#yeah duh #that checks out eli #it doesnt help that my father gave me is beaten ass indiana jones hat and i wear it everywhere in the desert #legit told my friend the other day that i switched tracks from going for chemistry to going for archaeology and history and he goes #damn

[strangersteddierthings]

Shovel Talk(s) Part One

Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four

Steve and Eddie aren't even together when Steve gets the Shovel Talk from Eddie's uncle, but it is what tips Steve into talking to Eddie about his feelings, so he's not upset by it.

They aren't dating, not because he doesn't want Eddie, because he absolutely does. It's just that he wants to be sure Eddie wants him back. There are times when he's sure, when Eddie gets into his space a bit too close, or more often, than he does with anyone else. Eddie calls him a thousand and one nicknames, ranging from sweet to irritating but just when Steve thinks that's a perk left just for him, Eddie hands someone else a new nickname (just the one, a voice in Steve's head that sounds suspiciously like Robin says).

Not that any of that is the point. Wayne wouldn't bother to give Steve a shovel talk at all unless he knew how Eddie felt. Wayne is a man of action, and he's never done anything unless it mattered. Meant something. Steve and Wayne have sat in plenty of (what Steve considers to be) awkward silences because Wayne doesn't talk to fill the void of silence.

The point is, Steve drops Eddie off at the house the government so graciously bought for the Munsons, walks Eddie to the door and giving Eddie a hug goodbye. He stays on the porch until Eddie shuts the door and then nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Wayne call out his name.

"Harrington," Wayne says from the shadows of the wrap around porch.

So, Steve jumps and it's only then he notices that Wayne is sitting at the table and chairs set up on the porch. "Mr. Munson, sir, hi. Hello."

Wayne lets out a chuckle, but it doesn't really sound amused. "I have come to accept that you are nothing like your father, boy, but I do want to make it clear to you, that Eddie means more to me than anything else on this Earth."

"I know, sir."

"I know you do. And while I will forever be grateful that you helped return him to me alive, know that I will not hesitate to make you disappear if you hurt my boy in a way he can't bounce back from."

Steve's not afraid of Wayne, not really, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the need to flee. He doesn't, though, because he'd gotten enough shovel talks from concerned parents in high school, and he knows they can sense weakness. "I can't promise I'd never hurt him, sir, but I can promise it'll never be intentional."

He can't actually see Wayne's face in the darkness but he feels sized up all the same.

"I believe that, Steve," Wayne says, and it's the first time Steve's ever heard his name leave the man's mouth, "now go home."

-

Wayne's shovel talk was expected. Robin's is not.

"You took Eddie on a date date?" She whispers it as though they aren't alone in Steve's living room. They're laying on the floor in a line, heads next to each other so if they turn slightly to the side they can make eye contact. Steve's not sure why they always end up on the floor for Serious Talk Time.

"Yeah," Steve says, looking away from Robin's face to stare up to the ceiling, "I mean, sorta? We can't like... be open that it was a date, but we went to dinner and a movie and it was nice. Shared a popcorn and played footsie under the diner table."

"Whoa," Robin says. "I never thought you'd- didn't think you'd be brave enough to ask him."

"Me either."

"Steve," Robin sounds serious, so Steve turns to look at her. She studies his face for a moment before she's the one to look away, speaks to the ceiling, "be careful with Eddie, yeah?"

"What? Careful how?"

"I just think you could really fuck him up," Robin says. "You're his first boyfriend, right? That's going to set a precedent for relationships that might happen if you two don't work out. And I hate to say this, because I know you've changed, but like, I saw how a lot of those girls you dated in high school ended up when you broke up with them."

Steve's a little hurt, because Robin's his best friend. She should be giving this talk to Eddie, not him. But, also, he understands. He knows that Robin knew about Eddie's sexuality before he did, knows they bonded over being queer while Steve was still figuring himself out.

Steve also knows that Eddie's never been in a relationship before, Eddie'd told him at much when Steve asked him out. Steve doesn't like that Robin implied that he and Eddie will eventually break up, but no matter how much that thought makes Steve's heart ache, he won't know if it'll happen unless it does.

He just doesn't understand why she seems to think he'll be the one breaking Eddie's heart. It could go the other way.

"Did you OD over there?" Robin asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"No," Steve answers, "I'll be careful."

-

They've been on four more dates before Nancy knocks on his door. She doesn't accept his invitation to come inside. Just starts speaking on his doorstep.

"As Eddie's Capital P Soulmate," is how she starts that sentence, and it makes something hurt deep inside Steve as he tries not to think about Robin, "I am obligated to remind you that I do own several guns now. And I don't miss."

"Jesus Christ," Steve says, because even Wayne was more subtle, "I got it."

"Good. I do know you'd never hurt him on purpose," Nancy says but Steve doesn't feel reassured.

He thinks that, if she really didn't think he's going to end up hurting Eddie she wouldn't have said anything at all. "Right."

"Well, good talk Steve," and then she's walking down the driveway and climbing into her car.

He closes the door and goes to the kitchen to get himself a beer, mostly so he has something to do besides stew in his emotions. He wonders if Eddie has been given the shovel talk, too? Maybe Robin did the same thing Nancy just did. Showed up unprompted, threatened Eddie with some sort of bodily harm, and then just left.

Steve grabs the phone and dials Eddie's number.

"Hello?" Eddie's voice greets him, albeit questioningly.

"Eddie, it's Steve."

"Oh, hello sweetheart," Eddie says, "are you calling for business or pleasure?"

Steve laughs, "business."

"Boo!"

"Listen, uh, I had a question. I just wanted to know if anyone's said anything to you. About us. Or, y'know, specifically about us and our relationship?"

"Uh, not really? A few congratulations, I guess. Why? Did someone say something?" Eddie's voice is level, almost too level, so Steve knows he's trying to keep cool.

"Oh, no! No! I mean, aside from the scary shovel talk from- Wayne, everyone's been surprisingly cool about it. Very supportive," Steve says and even though it's true, everyone they've told has been cool about it, it feels a little bit like a lie.

Eddie laughs, "I can't believe my uncle gave you a shovel talk! You know, I keep expecting to get one from Robin but so far nothing. She must think you're safe in my capable hands."

Steve is safe in Eddie's hand, he thinks, but that doesn't stop the sting that goes through him. "Of course, she does. You've been a perfect boyfriend."

There's a pause before Eddie's voice comes through the phone, soft and quiet, "I'm glad you said so. I want to be. For you."

"You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when you aren't within kissing distance, babe," Steve says, because if he doesn't add humor to this conversation, he's going to tell Eddie he loves him instead, and even Steve knows that saying that a month into dating is too soon, especially over the phone where he can't see Eddie's reaction.

Eddie laughs and makes kissing sounds at him before the conversation shifts to chatting about the day and making plans for the weekend.

-

Steve is trying really hard to not be the person he was in high school but every time he gets to the point where he's being a better person, someone brings up how he used to be. Shoves it back into his face that no matter what Steve does he can't outrun his past.

One such time is shortly after Steve and Eddie accidentally come out as a couple to all of Hellfire. Steve was just dropping off the boys and had stepped inside to chat a bit. Once game time had arrived it had and Steve made to leave, they'd (he and Eddie) had been on autopilot. Eddie'd whined 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and Steve had stepped over, kissed him goodbye, and was out the door before it had actually computed.

Steve had burst back through the door, rushing back to Eddie, because no way in Hell was he going to leave his boyfriend to deal with whatever the consequences would be alone.

It had been absolute chaos at the table with people shouting over each other.

"Of all the people you could be with, you picked Steve!? You could do better!" Mike had whined, and Steve had thought for sure he was the only one who had heard Mike until he saw Will punch his arm and hiss his own 'don't be a dick' at Mike.

It took almost half an hour to calm everyone down. It was a relief to know that Eddie had come out to his bandmates/the older Hellfire members already. The kids took it in stride, in the end, and Eddie had shoo'd Steve away.

Jeff had excused himself, too, and Steve thought he was just going to use the bathroom but instead he followed Steve outside.

Ah. Steve knows what's coming.

"Harrington," Jeff says, "can't say I'm excited that you're the secret boyfriend Eddie's constantly sighing wistfully about. I'm sure Wayne's already threatened you," And Robin, and Nancy, and Mike doesn't think he's good enough, "but if you hurt Eddie-"

"I get it! There will be dire consequences if I hurt Eddie," Steve snaps, not down for hearing it anymore. He stomps to his car and peels away from the curb without bothering to look back.

-

If he's being honest, Steve didn't even know he had a breaking point with shovel talks until he gets his fifth one from Dustin.

It's not even a shovel talk. It's just a single sentence, said almost a month after Dustin learned about their relationship. He's dropping Dustin off after their DnD game. Normally Claudia picks him up, but she's busy tonight and asked Steve to do it.

"Alright, Henderson, safely delivered."

"Thanks, Steve," Dustin says, unbuckles his seatbelt, and opens the door, before turning back to Steve. He just looks at him for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm happy for you and Eddie. Just, don't hurt him, ok?"

He nods his head but can't say anything. Dustin grabs his backpack, shoots him a smile, and climbs out. Steve does wait until Dustin closes the front door behind him before putting the car back in gear.

He manages to get home, somehow, because Steve doesn't fully remember the drive. It's not that his mind was so focused on something else that made him fail to take in his surroundings, but rather that his mind wasn't even a part of his body anymore.

One moment he was pulling away from the Henderson residence, and the next, he was home, just standing in his kitchen in the dark. And now that his thoughts are back, or easier to process, he finds himself wondering why everyone thinks that he's going to be the one to hurt Eddie.

How many people has he hurt that this is his reputation? Is it inevitable that he will hurt Eddie? Is it truly just a matter of time until he breaks Eddies heart? Why is everyone so convinced that he will?

Briefly the thought occurs to him that maybe he should call up Eddie and break up with him right now, before Eddie has a chance to get in deep enough that Steve could break his heart, but just the thought of it breaks Steve's heart, so he's not going to do that. Doesn't want to do that. That would just be punishing Eddie for something he didn't do.

None of this is Eddie's fault, and Steve's an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with him because of it. Which feeds him back into the loop of thinking that maybe everyone is right about him. He is an asshole and will someday hurt Eddie, perhaps even on purpose.

He loves Eddie. He's in love with Eddie. But does loving him mean proving his friends wrong? Or does it mean leaving him before they're proven right?

He wants to ask everyone why they think he'll hurt Eddie.

He wants to ask everyone why they don't care if he's the one that gets hurt.

#steddie #my fic #we like making steve a sad emotional mess right guys? #steve-centric #we gotta make the boy Sad so that his boyfriend can fix him #is that healthy? not IRL but this is fanfic and if i want Love to solve all the problems then im allowed to do that #only itll be in part two #that might get written one day #is steve putting words into his friends' mouths #yeah duh the boy needs therapy but its the 80s so hes not getting any

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Gabriel : *heavy breathing and grunting* Bastard. 

Useless bucket of bolts. Yeah, you better run!

Load back to your- Ah shit, that was hard. Load back to your little checkpoint.

Yeah, go ahead. Go P rank the other levels. 

Oh… I’m sorry. Can-can-can I? Excuse me, can I help you?

Columbo : Oh, uh, hi there. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.

Uh, I’m looking for somebody. 

Uh, Gabriel is it? Is that you? Is that who I’m lookin for?

Listen, I just gotta say, you did an amazing job uh… Fighting off that uh. 

What’d ya-what’d ya call it?

Uh, you called it a… 

Gabriel : A mere object?

Columbo : That’s right. A mere object. 

Phenomenal work. 

I gotta tell ya. Robots, I don’t trust em myself. 

Ya know, I had-I had this one episode where uh, there was this robot named Rob and uh-

Gabriel : Uh, yes. 

That’s very fascinating, but could you perhaps get on with your introduction? 

Columbo : Uh, certainly. So I’m, uh, I’m lieutenant Columbo. Uh, I’m with the LAPD. Uh, I'm in the homicide department. 

Gabriel : Homicide? You can’t kill a machine. 

Columbo : No no no! Of course not. But um… Well… Ya can certainly love one.

Gabriel : D-d-d-detective I- I don’t- I don’t know what you’re implying there with that statement!

As you can tell I… Despise machines and wouldn’t think about doing so- Loving them, I mean.

Columbo : Yes, of course uh. Absolutely, it’s completely unthinkable. 

Except, well. While I was- while I was over here and I opened this door and uh fourteen- fourteen V1 body pillows fell out. Along with a buncha the plushies. 

Uh, and I just can’t imagine how ya- how ya happened upon something like that by accident.

It’s a little ridiculous! Uh, frankly.

Gabriel : Uh, no no no, listen.  

Detective. I can explain, okay? 

Those belong to- uh! That guy over there! 

*Filth-like scream*

Gabriel : Yeah! A real freak! 

Some kinda pervert. I don’t know why we keep him around.

But uh, I-I have nothing to do with it. 

Columbo : Well, ya see, I would believe- I would believe that, but uh. 

It’s just that- Well we had the boys at the lab run these pillows and we found your cum- We found your DNA all over em, uh.

You’re-You’re under arrest, I’m killing you.

Gabriel : K-hah. Kill me? *laughs*

Oh detective. 

Columbo : Oh. Aw fuck.

Gabriel : I’m afraid you’ve made a grave mistake. 

Because, in fact… What is going to happen instead…

Is actually what I’m gonna- AHHHG MOTHERFUCKER

I’LL FUCKIN KILL YOU

SON OF A BITCH 

AHHG YOU BASTARD

I’LL RIP YOU APART 

PIECE OF SHIT

YOU FUCK

ASSHOLE

BITCH

*Grunting* 

Oh Shit. 

Oh. What have I done? 

V1 : Bro, tell me you didn’t just kill a fucking cop.

Gabriel : The law will be here any second now… 

Machine, flush the drugs.

V1 : No way, bro. Let’s smoke that.

Gabriel : All of it?!?

Hm… One last ride…

Well, alright.

*coughing his lungs out*

V1 : No Gabriel, holding it in doesn’t do anything!

*Gabriel continues to cough his lungs out*

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#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #alt title was: columbo interrupted their RP session #gabes reaction to someone getting in between him and v1 (or at least pillows of it) is to rip them to shreds. yeah i mean that checks out!! #the way he says 'Some kinda pervert' is so funny to me i cant stop replaying it #this took me. so long. oh my god. no post tomorrow. im not strong enough. #sanest bit of 2024 #and probably the longest bit ever. holy shit. #also he used the wrong filter for columbo here but here is my totally Canon Explanation #If they are in hell he had to become a husk.. duh.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

just once i want a tv show that gets fans super invested in a potential character ship, only for it to be casually revealed in the series finale that they've been married for a decade

#ideally it would be a superhero team story #where the fandom ships two characters because of their strong teamwork and close friendship and the way they watch each other's backs #and then it's revealed yeah duh of course they're a good team they're life partners

[kita-shinsukes-hand-holder]

I hate you mfs that don't like Gwen after across the spider verse it smells like misogyny

#i liked her MORE after atsv #like yeah she needs to apologize to miles duh #but why is she not allowed to make mistakes without being villanized #ive heard more people talk about how bad gwen is than fucking Miguel #shes CLEARLY being influenced if not manipulated by Miguel and jess #shes only doing those things because she wants to PROTECT miles #she doesnt want what Miguel is saying to be true #like yall im p sure she fully accepted that her dad was going to die #they had to have said some shit to make her accept that #and at the end shes trying to right her wrongs #shes become such a more nuanced character than she was in the first movie #why are you guys fucking stupid #AND shes trans shes literally amazing #gwen stacy #spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #marvel

[cowardlybean]

#Rain world #rainworld #slugcat #rain world downpour #rivulet #rivulet rain world #Rw #five pebbles #looks to the moon #big sis moon #rain world five pebbles #rain world lttm #christ how many goddamn tags are there #cowardly draws #still thinking about what to base my future rivulet design off of #so far it’s otters (bc I watch them for hours at work) sea slugs (duh) and salamander larvae #Yeah anyway #really falling into the multifandom blog status

[hecksupremechips]

Honestly shoutout to Steven Universe for the representation of malachite and abusive relationships because it holds up really well and is still like one of the only abuse narratives I’ve seen that portrays how like. Abusive relationships aren’t as simple as “evil abusive person was constantly Mean and Bad to nice victim” like. Lapis is a realistic victim. She refused to leave the relationship because she longed to have connection with someone and she liked feeling as though she could have control for once, even though she really didn’t. She wasn’t nice and innocent, she felt anger and resentment and liked taking it out on Jasper. And despite how horrible it was, she deeply misses Jasper because it was the longest and deepest relationship she’s ever had with anyone and she didn’t know how to function without it

But Lapis is still a victim and we’re meant to care for her and understand where she comes from. She chose to stay with Jasper to keep others safe from her harm, and because she thought she herself deserved the abuse as a way of making up for everything bad she’s done. Jasper reminds Lapis over and over that she is a monster and that’s why they should be together, because Jasper is the only one who understands her. And when Lapis finally rejects their relationship, she mostly states it through what she herself felt and has done, saying that she didn’t like the person she became in that relationship and she never wants to feel like that ever again. It’s messy and complicated, just like how actual abuse is

Anyways yeah talk about a very good abuse narrative thanks steven universe

#steven universe #tw abuse #yeah im rewatching the show and im re remembering that im a lapis stan #the people who hated her were just really mad that she wasnt a perfect victim and its like yeah duh thats the point #shes been through a lot of trauma and does whatever she can to survive and sometimes its fucked up #but after all that she still deserves to be safe and to be loved and to be free because shes a person whos trying to better herself and heal #also its fucked that su is probably like one of the only things ive watched that portrays imperfect victims so well #which is crazy given how its the sparkly rock show for kids

[juneneedsabreak]

OK as you may know, we (i) talked about lockwood's (cameron's) eyes a lot here.

today let's talk about how his brows also speaks (i swear there's a better way to word this)

that's it. that's the post.

#anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #save lockwood and co #lockwood & co #cameron chapman #locknation #yeah im rewatching the show duh

[midoristeashop]

modern au hiccup is my beloved he is like me fr

Doing the rest of the gang (and others wink wonk) soon! Hiccup’s vibe to me is a whole soup full of styles (punk, techwear, casual, etc etc) so I tried my best to kinda combine the main elements of them. Also I just looked at his costume progression thru the httyd universe and had an idea to make his third movie armor lean more into techwear cuz why not

Drop ur modern hic headcanons and I’ll consume them happily k bye

#modern!hiccup #hiccup haddock #httyd #rtte #modern httyd #he probably has a lot of hobbies #LOOOVES dragons #duh #he likes drawing a certain nightfury around the city #oh yeah he lives in like urban berk #mountains of sketchbooks in his closet #tired 24/7 #motorcycling is very freeing speaking from personal experience #making this hijack dw #hijack

[gin-juice-tonic]

this isnt groundbreaking news to most of you im sure but you know surgical practices that do top surgery usually have pages of photos of before/afters one can look at. With lots of variety in body types if the places are good.

#i have found one of the biggest barriers to understanding yourself as a trans person is just not knowing where to look to see things... #so while i feel some people will see this and say 'yeah- duh' #i hope it reaches someone who needs it regardless