#v: what a lovely day

[tequiilasunriise]

I am not a fan of pinkpoly whatsoever but I am a huge fan of Romance and Abby trying to woo Mira and homegirl is very, VERY aggressively rejecting them because:

1. She has her canon soulmates who she loves beyond belief- and what more could she possibly want? Hope for? They’re her heart, her family, her red strings, the Rome that all her roads lead to. She loves them so, so much it makes her teeth ache and yet she’s still craving for more

2. She just straight up absolutely hates Romance and Abby LMAAOOOO

So then Romance and Abby do a put upon sigh post-rejection, kicks some rocks together like, “Ohhhh welll-“ and then immediately jump each other’s bones.

Ying and yang.

Yaoi and yuri.

Balanced, as all things should be.

[kagooleo]

even the biggest beasts need a little love and care when they've evolved (watch your head!)

[monsterbisexual]

[alexandriaellisart]

stupid cupid p 2

[starmocha]

Reminder that this is Caleb's first multi banner with the others 🥹

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[hitlikehammers]

(and in your soul) forever's not so long 🤍🩶🖤

“I’d die for you, Steve Harrington. Kill for you. Burn the whole goddamn world and everyone in it, if it was for you,” and Eddie only pauses to lean that little bit more to kiss properly against Steve’s skin before he mouths there, the sincerity of it all straight through to Steve’s bones: “And it would be the honor of my life, only second to the privilege of loving you in the first place.” ♥️

rating: t ♥️ tags: established relationship, post-S4/s5 final showdown, canon-typical violence, declarations of love, heavy drama (because theses boys are involved, that’s kinda a prerequisite), open ending (that I could be persuaded to close on another prompt-day this month, who knows, kinda possibly angsty if not though) ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day five: "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." - The Addams Family

It’s the night before everything comes to a head. Not that they know it, in the moment: of course they don’t.

But it is that same night.

Eddie’s hands are more delicate like this, without the rings and lazily carding through Steve’s hair where it spreads across his chest, when Steve lies on top of him versus the other way around.

They’re skin-to-skin, as they most often are in bed whether they’ve fucked yet, or even intend to that night at all. They just…

It’s comfort. Routine. Magical in that it’s predictable; it’s who they are now, what they’ve grown into as superstar lives that starting twining inextricable like it was the easiest thing; not a path of least resistance but the direction they’d been waiting all their lives somehow to find, and run like hell with, hand in hand. It’s like a promise, almost, inside all that everydayness, built into what it is to fall quietly, incalculably joyful into the shape of togetherness like this, the most natural configuration.

To touch, and stay, and feel this deep and sure: it’s for always. It’s for keeps.

Or that’s…that’s kinda what it feels like.

Which is all that counts.

But that’s where they are: Eddie’s long, lithe fingers running through Steve’s hair, his breathing even and his heart loud and steady under Steve’s ear before he says the most ridiculous thing, something that should send a pulse racing for how big it is, how…how much it is, and fuck, how much more it is, it means, because Eddie’s heartbeat doesn’t shift a single stroke as he exhales warm against Steve’s temple:

“I’d die for you, Steve Harrington. Kill for you. Burn the whole goddamn world and everyone in it, if it was for you,” and Eddie only pauses to lean that little bit more to kiss properly against Steve’s skin before he mouths there, like massaging the intention, the sincerity of it all straight through to Steve’s bones:

“And it would be the honor of my life, only second to the privilege of loving you in the first place.”

And they don’t say it in words so often, maybe they should��but it’s clear enough, unquestioned enough that the declaration of love in it all doesn’t shake Steve’s breath, just maybe makes him nuzzle into eddies chest a little closer.

It’s more the rest of the statement—not a line in the sand so much as an observation of settled fact—that draws Steve’s hand to lace into Eddie’s and hold him still while Steve turns just enough to catch his eye.

“You say that like it’s a one-way street,” Steve half-whispers; “like you’ve got the corner on feeling exactly all that, and exactly that much.”

Eddie tips his head so his lips brush another kiss to Steve’s skin, almost incidental.

Almost.

“Do you seriously think that any part of that isn’t exactly the same, doesn’t go bo—”

The squeal of the walkie at their bedside cuts Steve off, because of course it would, just when it really matters, and the urgency of Code Red! called shaky across the line, well.

That is what kicks both their heartbeats up to racing.

——

The point is that of course they couldn’t have known. They couldn’t have predicted how it would hold happen that night, how Eddie’s declaration and Steve’s aborted reply would come to echo with a devastating underscore of prophecy, and worse: finality.

It’s growing clear by the second, the farther into the air that Eddie starts to float.

“Such a misfortune to love the one thing that could save him so deeply, that there’s no single melody strong enough to coax him back,” Henry, of the husk of him limping in that’s less physical form and more visceral, desperately-clinging power, all of him concentrated and unhinged, and so much more dangerous.

So much more devastating, as Steve watches Eddie’s eyes roll back to white, the capillaries bursting, the roar of Steve’s pulse something viscous in his ears, threatening to burst there in kind.

“It’s nearly boring, really, how desperate you all always are to save this one tiny, insignificant man, and always him, every time,” and fuck, if Steve’s chest doesn’t roar with a fire that would torch the fucking skies because how dare he, about Eddie, Steve’s Eddie, how fucking dare—

“I detest boredom,” the monster, no longer embodied enough to pretend at being a man; “so I offer a wager.”

They all know better than to indulge it, to even listen. They cannot even think to trust—

“One of you, for him.”

It’s Nancy who screams actual words over the violent raging that erupts from all sides; why the fuck should we believe you?

And Henry, what’s left of a face in him, sneers with pity:

“I had my fun with him once. And I told you. The most inane form of boredom is willful routine.”

And they shout more, they rage and they shoot at a figure that’s not wholly real, and so Steve doesn’t even know how it could be killed—doubts bullets almost as a rule though, on the point.

But here’s the thing. It’s a melee, it’s a shitshow, it’s the endgame and eddies limbs are pulled too fucking tight, too treacherous.

And Steve’s pulse is steady, anyway. His breaths come even, when by all rights they shouldn’t.

That’s the way he knows.

So he steps forward, meets eyes-that-aren’t-quite-eyes-anymore, but are close enough to see and recognize the gesture: him.

Him, for Eddie.

What’s left of the head nods, and there is and instant. One instant.

Eddie falls to the ground, screams in pain, but only for the impact.

Only that.

And before anyone can run to him, and before the focus of a psychopath can shift wholly, he meets Steve’s eyes in horror.

But under all the horror, that just deepens as he seems to process things he heard when not quite present, seems to unravel what’s about to occur: under all of it, there’s just love.

And since there were wasn’t ever anything misunderstood between them, no matter what was said in words or no, Steve takes the moment he has to clear up the only loose thread he can’t think of:

“It always went both ways.”

And then it’s just pain, and he can’t move his limbs, but he can still see eddies face, contorted in agony that Steve thinks hurts worse to see than any of this could hurt to feel, so long as it’s not Eddie feeling it, not ever Eddie, and he can’t hear—for which he’s grateful—but he tests his neck: a little give left. Henry’s slow, like this, compared to what he used to be.

Steve has just enough time to mouth, eyes trained unblinking on Eddie and Eddie alone:

“Fucking,” and his eyeballs feel like they’re about to cave in the way he fights to keep them steady, to keep Eddie in view as the last thing he ever sees, for the last word he ever speaks:

“Privilege.”

And when it goes white, as his eyes rolls back and he lifts to the sky, it’s okay. More than, even.

To give his life to loving, like he’d always hoped to, and to have gotten it back just the same?

That’s more bliss than most people ever get to know at all, no matter how it ends.

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[happyendingsong]

and her, over there, with that fat baby. cold, cold, cold, and she'd walk it up and down the street with nothing but a big, pink bow on its bald head so everybody can tell it's a girl. like i care. parading it around in the little outfit, not dressed for the weather, nah. with pockets. what's a baby got pockets for? what's it gonna keep in its pocket? a knife? it's ridiculous.

hard truths (2024) dir. mike leigh

[cappybawa106]

👿💉"This might hurt a bit..."

✉️🩹"...I'll put the band-aid on for you... if that's ok."

I've been wanting to draw Kurode and Willmesh in their lords Vitamin Puro outfits ever since they were first shown!

Close ups + Alt ver+ ref

Since Kuromi and Mell's outfit can also glow in the dark, I wanted to do something similar by using some neon color pencils. And I used the Vivid filter on my camera to make those colors pop! (Hopefully their bright enough to see)

THEY'RE SO CUTE AND PRETTY OMG I WANT MELL TO GIVE ME A CHECK UP LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS POSSIBLE I WOULD BE GOING TO THE DOCTORS ALL THE TIME

[taee]

alexa play like crazy by jimin

[dollya-robinprotector]

Fuck off nobody like your pathetic loser bias if you like obese that much go kill yo self stop drawing those fatass you pathetic virgin

Hate to break it to you but hating in anon is a pretty pathetic behavior too 😭😭😭

[beastking-golion]

I wonder if, post Temperance, any of V's friends visit the columbarium to see a family member or loved one only to spot a new niche with V's name on it.

[coldshrugs]

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

vierapril day 10: breath

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

AYO I WOKE UP TODAY AND GOT BLESSED WITH THIS OFFICIAL ART FROM IDV FOR FATHER'S DAY

I'M GONNA SOB LOOK AT HOW FONDLY ALVA IS LOOKING AT HIM THATS LITERALLY HIS BOY DSJHKJSHASJ IM NOT CRYING I SWEAR I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH ALVA THE FATHER U ARE

Ignore herman idk why they'd put that useless guy here.

BUT LOOK AT MY WIFE OMG HES SAUR PRETTY AAAAAAA

AND MY RAT SON TOO SO ADORABLE TT

[willczek-art]

Weekczek #4

I wanted to test-print mini versions of that lil zine of mine, you'll never guess what color we ran out of :V

[sutherlins]

↳ YOU PUT A MOVE ON MY HEART by @conceived-angel [WIP - 31K | Rated M]

Third year college student, Sydney Adamu, meets Food & Wine's Best New Chef, Carmen Berzatto. It's the kind of chemistry her major can't prepare her for.

sutherlins fic appreciation week (please show the fics love, kudos, and comments on ao3!)

AC/SC MY BELOVED. These two have my whole heart. Sydney choosing a different route and Carmy before Empire... just that difference in their life makes such a big impact on who they are when we meet them in this fic. Angel explores that so well while staying in keeping with the Sydney and Carmy we love from Canon. The entire world is built up so expertly, it feels so real and tangible. I'm so in love with Sydney's friends in this too and I'm just as eager to hear about them with each update as I am SydCarmy (okay maybe not as excited, but it's pretty close!) Michelle, Maya (and Marcus!) are such brilliant additions to this fic! The dynamic of Sydney having folks in her corner and Carmy coming into her world flips the standard we know from the show on it's head and it's yet another interesting change in the dynamic that is being played with in this fic. My harassment of Angel about this fic means I know what's to come and ohhhhhh we are in for a TREAT!!!

Please go read if you haven't already, and show some love over on ao3! (ps. I'm doing 7 this month and intend to make this a monthly thing!)