#steve too

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Pony and Soda are both angry criers. Soda doesn't mind so much. He's the gangs bawl baby. And truly? he doesn't even mind that title anymore. none of them say it like it's a bad thing. he gets mad, he starts crying he moves on n keeps it going. but Pony? he HATES it. he KNOWS what he wants to say. he KNOWS why he's angry. and he IS. he's not sad or mixed up he's just FRUSTRATED and for whatever stupid reason it makes him cry and it pisses him off to no end.

[resizura]

why does EVERY re character have blue eyes my god

[motteteto]

Longing. . . rusted. . .

[bonus]

[maizstar]

happy pride to whatever the fuck this was

[evansbby]

slim pickins is a sabrina carpenter song and there's a trend on tiktok to its lyrics, "a boy who's jacked and kind" and the boyfriends lifts their partners and make them sit on their shulder. it's v cute imo 🥲

OMG YES THAT ONE IVE SEEN IT 😭😭😭

I want Ari to do that with me and the thing is he’d do it with EASE bc he’s Ari and he is strong 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[rumble-bee-art]

Kisses of fire (the carpet is burning, burning!)

[morganbritton132]

Steve: Okay, well describe the type of guy you wanna date, Munson. I’ll find you a date

Eddie: *describes Steve’s personality and appearance in excruciating detail*

Steve: …

Steve: I’m gonna be real, that guy sounds like he sucks.

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[shushmal]

steve teaching robin his evil white boy ways is very important to me. he's boosting her up into a girl's window. she's wearing backwards baseball caps and popped collars and sunglasses inside. sitting on the roof in lawn chairs. throwing random stuff off high places.

the first time she does a keg stand, he cries.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[stablefuse]

S3 Everyone lives nobody dies!AU. On the way to find out where Soviet spy is

🔪🔪🔪в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪

[poetry-written-in-blood]

[coffeewasamistake]

Steve, lying on his stomach by his pool, stark naked because his fence is high and he hates tan lines : 0_0

Eddie, who just jumped said high fence, holding Steve's old neighbor's favorite garden gnome in his arms: Hi?

Steve: !!!!!!  0_0

Eddie: You... You come here often? 

Eddie, lying on his bed twenty minutes later, hitting his head against his pillow, still clinging to the garden gnome like a lifeline: You come here often? YOU COME HERE OFTEN???

[michaelwheelerdefiodental]

I'm not feeling well, actually.

[hello-sweetheart]

Party guy!Eddie who goes clubbing and to house parties on the weekends, sometimes to perform with his bands, who regularly makes his way home around 4am looking like a hot mess.

Eddie constantly crossing paths with Runner!Steve who goes out to run at the same time looking like the complete juxtaposition of Eddie, all wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at ass o’clock in the morning.

Eddie with rumpled clothes, post-sex hair, smeared liner, and visible hickies showing above the stretched neckline of his shirt bumping into Steve (“that one annoyingly hot fitness freak”) who is wearing bright fucking reflective spandex and a runners vest, already glossy and red cheeked like he’s entering mile 3 when the sun hasn’t even begun to rise.

Eddie fucking hates him. Like ‘oh wow look at you all put together and diligent like some fucking psycho, seriously, are you for real??’

This happens so often that it would awkwardly not to acknowledge each others existence, so Steve smiles and offers as he passes: “hey! Wanna join my run?”

To which Eddie always responds “fuck off, golden boy!”

Every single time. It’s tradition.

Until one day, Eddie has partied a little too close to the sun. He’s still really fucking drunk when he encounters Steve (which Steve finds absolutely delightful because he’s never actually seen Eddie as the energetic drunk that he is, rather, than the exhausted rat man that emerges like a cryptid just looking for a hole to crawl into and die in).

Steve offers (like always), “hey! Wanna join my run?”

And this time Eddie, full of alcohol and artificially enhanced bravado, says, “you’re on pretty boy!” And startles Steve by taking off like he’s being CHASED by the police for a solid 10 minutes before collapsing by a nearby bush to expel his guys out.

By the time Steve catches up (left in the dust cuz wtf?) Eddie is out cold, his phone is locked and apparently does not have Face ID on, and Steve has no choice but fireman carry Eddie back to his apartment.

Eddie wakes up with his mouth tasting absolutely rancid, his head is pounding, he doesn’t know where he is, and for some god damn reason his legs are on fire.

“What the fuck”

“Thank god, I was half convinced you had just up and died on my couch. Dude it’s been like 11 hours. I’ve gone to work and came back. Robin thought I was gonna come home to my house cleaned out of all my valuable—not that I have any, but the tv is brand new so thanks for not like, robbing me. I got you Advil by the way.”

Which is way too many words for a hungover guy to process, apparently, because just leans over and throws up into a conveniently placed plastic popcorn bowl on the floor.

“Oh Dude, ew.”

[bpillustrated]

steve’s big fat embarrassing crush on eddie pt 2

ft eddie’s big fat embarrassing crush on steve