#((:D))

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part twenty-two

759 words

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty twenty-one

Eddie do you ever think about what you’re gonna do after high school? like how am i expected to know what i want to do with my life? i mean, i have another year to think about it but not that much can change in a year you probably wanna do something with music, right? make it big with your band and have people screaming your songs i’d go to every show if i could be your own personal groupie who knows? maybe that’s my calling p.s. have a good time at hellfire tonight i hope you win !!!!! -H

You’d think the win last night would put him in high spirits, and it did. At first. He celebrated with the guys, passed on the get together someone suggested, and drove home feeling proud. It was when he was laying in bed, though, that he started thinking. When he graduates, how often will he be able to ride a high like that? From pure accomplishment?

Steve puts on a brave face for morning practice. He doesn’t wanna drag anyone down with him. He goes through the motions of accepting congratulations and pats on the back from his peers and teachers alike all morning long. 

It only makes him think, though. 

Seriously, what comes after this? More school? Does he accept that internship at his father’s soul sucking company? Does he get a gob and jump right into adulthood?

What it really comes down to is the fact that Steve had never thought he’d have a future. Honestly. He’s getting closer and closer everyday to the next stage in his life, though. The years snuck up on him and now he has to deal with it. 

On a lesser scale, Steve doesn’t like thinking about what life will be like once Eddie graduates this coming May. How is Steve meant to tolerate this hellhole without him? Sure, he’d gone years without really noticing him, but now that he knows what it’s like to have a taste of him in his life, he doesn’t think he could go back. 

The whole thing makes his pulse quicken and sweat begin to bead at his hairline. By the time he makes it to art class, there’s a tension forming at his temples and he’s not looking forward to the headache. He doesn’t think he has it in him to act like everything’s normal. 

For once, Carol doesn’t acknowledge his foul mood. She’s too busy staring at Robin. For the portrait, of course. 

The teacher had informed them today the class is basically a free period and they can choose what to work on or what to not work on. 

Steve sits slumped over the table with his head resting on his folded arms. He kind of wishes Eddie hadn’t put the divider up and also that he had his sunglasses so he could stare at him without feeling weird about it. 

Instead, he rests his eyes and tunes into the sounds of pencil on paper surrounding him. He dozes for a while and has nearly fallen asleep when he’s awoken with a poke to his cheek. 

Steve peels his eyes open, but no one seems to be wanting his attention. There is, however, a piece of paper placed next to his left arm. 

It’s a drawing. 

A stick figure with tall swoopy hair and eerily realistic eyes. 

Steve looks to his left, only to find the culprit still hard at work with his face tucked behind the divider. 

Steve visually fills in the blank and surmises Eddie’s smile probably matches his own. 

Steve doesn’t dare fold the paper. He tucks it into the notebook he has to keep it safe. Throughout the rest of the day, he opens the book just to look at it. When he takes it home, he tapes it to a wall in his bedroom, somewhere he can always see it. 

Eddie did i ever tell you how sweet it is that your club has matching tees? i haven’t seen anyone who doesn’t do sports or the school band have a uniform but it makes sense that other clubs would, too you look good in black, don’t get me wrong, but GOD i thought i was gonna die the first time i saw yours so thanks for that also, while we’re on the subject of how hot you are,  you should wear your hair up more often p.s. sorry about the existential crisis on friday i wasn’t doing too good but i got a pick-me-up eventually <3 -H

tag list (closed)

@sofadofax @noodle-shenaniganery @queenie-ofthe-void @friendlyneighborhoodgaycousin @devondespresso

@dreamingtheimpossibe @plutoshelm @jaywhohasthegay @scarlet-malfoy @hotluncheddie

@dreamy-jeans137 @justdrugsformethanks @estrellami-1 @travelingtwentysomething @sleepy-steve

@wheneverfeasible @bisexual-and-broke @lil-gremlin-things @n0-1-important @xxbottlecapx

@tinyplanet95 @dannys-guilt-ridden-cockroach @theohohmoment @corvus-perplexus @hippieg1rl420

@blurryjoji @bookbinderbitch @arthurianace @dragonmama76 @thesuninyaface

@tillystealeaves @p0lybl4nkk @sageclipse @mugloversonly @chameleonhair

@thedragonsaunt @yesdangerpls @sanctumdemunson @slv-333 @loguine-linguine

@resident-gay-bitch @anaibis @moomkin77 @thrashbatx @salchica

@flustratedcas @ajeff855 @nerdyglassescheeseychick @pearynice @imaginary-maggie-waggie

[fizpup]

did you know during g1, chuck e. cheese had a baby my little pony you could win as a prize?

(commission for @justacuppat!)

[catfortress]

also Boots n bombs or would, in this case, it be "Paws n Explosives"

SAY LESS !!! Demomew and biscuits! =^.^=

(Red version under cut^^)

[yuesya]

There are children running in the streets. Laughing, free and carefree, and the sound of their joy is a balm to Gunther’s ears.

Gunther straightens, a motion that’s accompanied by the sound of a popping joint in his back. Ah, these old bones of his are starting to become rather creaky, it seems. But the pain of his body is negligible in comparison to the lightness in his heart –this sort of brightness that floods his chest, at the sight of the happiness that they’ve managed to build for themselves here…

… under the protection of their young god.

From the moment that Lord Decarabian had accepted Gunther and his clan into her territory, everything changed. No longer were Gunther and his kinsmen forced to flee endlessly across the lands, escaping from one danger to the next as they struggled for survival. Here, they were finally able to rest, beneath the protection of a young god who was sympathetic to their plight.

A young, powerful god who was sympathetic to their suffering. Or at the very least… even if she was not sympathetic, she at least had not turned them away, when they’d bordered on the verge of extinction.

Word spread. Gunther and his clan were the first to arrive upon these lands, but they were not the last. Lord Decarabian rarely showed herself, but the corpses of monsters that attempted to trespass upon her lands were left to bleed out upon the ground in open warning, making her presence felt and heard in a way that few other gods benevolent towards humanity in these parts could match.

And for human tribes that had already experienced far too much suffering at the hands of the beasts that roamed these lands, the sanctuary that Lord Decarabian offered was a true haven.

There were no restrictions that Lord Decarabian placed upon them. No particular rules, no demands for any sacrifices or offerings, and anyone who wished to was permitted to leave.

Was it any surprise, then, that the number of Lord Decarabian’s people continued to grow? That those who enjoyed the god’s protection would decide to devote themselves to Lord Decarabian entirely of their own will?

Gunther had been here from the very beginning, when Lord Decarabian’s lands had consisted of little more than empty fields and barren trees. Under the efforts of the growing population, houses were raised from the ground, fields were cultivated, and…

And Gunther still remembers the early days, when everyone had worked tirelessly to build a new home together. New changes were constantly being made to the landscape, to the point where it was unrecognizable from what it had been when Gunther initially arrived–

There had been a single moment, when Gunther had looked up into the overhanging branches of a nearby tree. For no particular reason, really, merely a casual glance –and he’d seen her. Their young god, white-haired and pale-skinned, standing on the branches and hidden among the foliage… expressionlessly watching the humans bustle around below.

At this, Gunther had experienced a sharp jolt of fear. Lord Decarabian had said that humans were permitted to remain on her lands, but… had she given them permission to change these lands?

Then Gunther had blinked, and Lord Decarabian was gone. Nothing remained in the place where the young god had stood, save for the soft whistle of a stray breeze that filled in the resulting emptiness that came from the loss of her presence.

And in the following days, there was nothing that indicated any signs of displeasure from their god. Humans were permitted to continue building as they pleased, and a few days later, one of the scouts reported finding the corpse of a winged tiger in the grove to the north. A man-eating winged tiger, as Gunther and the others later find out from a new set of arrivals who’d lost a good number of kinsmen to the beast.

“May the Great Hunter watch over us all,” one of them murmurs fervently, kneeling in the dirt and touching their forehead to the ground. Lord Decarabian does not reveal themselves often, but there is no doubt that they are present. In every whisper of the passing wind, and in the blessing of every gust that sweeps through the air, felling any beast that dares to encroach upon her lands.

Lord Decarabian is not a warm, personable god. Not like the God of Fruits who is always full of smiles for her followers, nor the God of Fallen Leaves who always speaks in a gentle cadence.

Yet, there is no doubt in Gunther’s mind that the God of Storms who is the watchful guardian of these lands cares for the humans who seek shelter from her.

And with this, there is truly little else that one could ever need to ask for.

[livia-colors]

Hey look here!! Destiel fanart!!!

This took so long, you have no idea, but Anyway, hope you like it!!

[same-pic-of-rickroll-everyday]

RAAAAAH DINOSAURS ARE AWESOME

RAAAH THIS SONG IS LIKE ONE MILLION VOLYS OF PURE DISTILLED AMAZINGNESS TO YOUR BRAIN RAAAAAAAH

[almost-an-arsonist]

my phone is filled with pictures of my art in the same way that a straight man's phone is filled with pictures of fish

[pjsk-headcanons]

I hc Saki as having moments where she needs walking assistance tools. Not bad enough to get crutches or walkers, but a cane at best.

So she and Tsukasa decides to make her canes more fun. Now that she's out of the hospital, her canes get ridiculously fancier or ridiculous. One might even say gaudy, but she loves it no matter how ugly

-(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) anon

.

[zumitomn]

agarre ideas de otras cosas u.u

sin el ojo brillante xd

[tealeafstew]

i really don't want people to ever feel awkward talking to me because dude i'm not judging you let's just be friends now and skip off into the sunset

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I CAN OFFER MEDICAL ASSISTANCE, TO ANYONE IN NEED!!!!!

No slut shaming ☝️😠 on my… rocks 👇😌

[clayclan-shenanigans]

Nothing too big today, so here's a little sketch of Heavypaw I did :D

[tyresdeg]

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

[masterette]

So I got tagged in a tag game and now the post...doesn't exist? Well I'm gonna do it anyway!

@ your moots with random obscure items. Ones that you share a memory/context for, makes sense to you, wouldn't to a random onlooker"

So uh, here I go?

@absolute-travesty -floppy disk

@darkbloodmoon - deck of cards

@echo-writes-stuff -communism

@hithereitsfinn -spoon

@tang0w0tek -the weather (it's an old post, idk if it'll make sense, if not I'm sorry)

[m-bru]

Forest