#1993 Baby

[michaelnotholden]

Happy birthday to the most amazing osemanverse character ever!!!!

ITS HIS GOLDEN BIRTHDAY BTW HEHE

[littlevampie222]

Also, that's about enough of those 1993 being soooo long ago jokes, okay? Okay.

We know we're about to be 30 😳

[faiiryteethh]

Hocus Pocus [1993]

[mamawasatesttube]

robin (1993) #43 // 52 #51

oh how the turn tables...

[the-expresidents]

Hiroyuki Sanada as Hamura Takao in High School Teacher, 1993 (Ep. 4: You Shed Tears for Me)

[figthefruitfaeth]

“Yeah that whole wall is Wayne’s, won’t even let me touch the top row cause they’re ‘collectibles’ and ‘you’ll bring down half the shelf just trying to get one’,” Eddie laughs, the roof of the car humming with his memory.

“Is he wrong though?” He asks, watching as Eddie’s eyes roll up and then over to him.

“No.”

“There you go then.”

A playful slap hits his chest, and Steve groans. 

“You can take more than that, big boy,” he says, but offers the joint to him in apology.

The night eases in around them, the sky slipping from hazy blue to a shimmering black sky. The quarry is quiet, a few crickets chirping, the occasional churn of gravel of a passing car. Enough to know they aren’t alone, enough to know what exactly is with them. 

Eddie is next to him breathing slow. Not too slow, just long deep inhales, shaky little rushed things on the exhale. He hears it, feels it through the vibrations of the roof, smells it as a thick cloud of weed joins the sky. 

“What about you?” Eddie asks just as Steve is taking another drag. It’s the first thing either has said in a while, but it doesn’t feel abrupt, it doesn’t break the quiet or the quarry. 

“What about me?”

Eddie turns to him, hand under his head, dark eyes on him.

“You ever collect anything?”

Steve meets his gaze, turns away to watch the stars after a moment.

In the back of his closet, underneath the winter jackets and crammed between some textbooks he never bothered returning, is a shoebox. Small, a children’s size seven, thin cardboard soft at the edges and yellowed out tape placed neatly on each side keeping it closed.

He started going on his parent’s trips when he was five. He was old enough not to cry and embarrass anyone with a temper tantrum, young enough to still be a darling charm for his mother to stride around. The meetings were boring, the places not entirely enticing for a little kid, a lot of waiting and stiff suits he’d only ever worn to church. That didn’t particularly matter to Steve. What he cared about, were the postcards.

Every hotel lobby front desk had them. A swinging rack of glittery, gaudy pieces of paper that could be mailed off to tell your friends of where you’d been. The nicer ones tended to be a bit more understated--less of a rack and more of a neat collection row of tasteful options for their clientele to peruse--but they all had them.

Every trip, Steve carefully went through the selection and picked out two. One for Tommy, who never got to go anywhere and always liked the flashy night time views. The second he sent to himself almost like a diary. It made the trip home just as exciting, because while his parents would retire to the bedroom and the boardroom, only ever coming out for dinner, at least Steve would have something who wanted him waiting for him. 

When he was ten, his parent’s got varying degrees of promotions which sent them aboard, and had Steve stay home. An international flight for three people is too expensive, they said, and he’d be bored anyway. He didn’t really know how true the first one was, and the second he knew they hadn’t cared about before, but it was fine because he still got postcards.

This time they were from mom (sometimes signed by dad). Historic castles and glass monuments, holiday tidings in different languages and cobble stone streets. The messages were never really interesting--always just a brief summary of their plans and whether the date of their expected return had changed. Steve didn’t expect anything else, he knew who they were and what he was to them. The important thing was that they wrote, that they bought a roll of stamps to stick on, that they wanted to come back.

At fifteen, Tommy’s older brother gives him a joint, and they hole up in his basement with Carol, half of the liquor store’s snack aisle, and a copy of Airplane! His parents come home early that same night, and his dad yells at him for three hours. 

He doesn’t get another postcard. 

Steve takes another drag, letting the smoke sink into deep into himself, before letting it all go in one long breath. 

“No. Not really.”

Eddie’s still looking at him, feels his gaze like a warm hand along his face--fingers dipping into the premature crows feet and over a necklace of scars. Steve doesn’t move, doesn’t look back to meet him, cause he already knows what face he’s making--eyes wide and assessing, soft but quick sharp. The face he always makes when they stumble into baggage.

The crickets chirp, a breeze flutters through the open zipper of his jacket. It’s been a warm March, but it still bites like winter when it wants to. Steve shivers, crosses his arms over his chest, joint a flicker of flame between his fingertips. 

But before he can get too comfortable, it’s plucked from his hand. He whips his head to find Eddie taking a drag, then smothering what’s left of it on his roof.

“Hey--”

“I’ll clean it later, just--” and then Eddie’s got his hands on him, and Steve is too slow to stop him as he reconfigures them, pushing and pulling until Eddie is sitting up, Steve’s head in his lap looking up at him.

“I was really comfortable as is, ya know,” he says, but doesn’t make to move. Eddie is looking at him, but there’s a smirk on his lips, eyes a shimmering black. 

“Let’s get you one.”

“One what?”

“A collection,” he whispers, like it’s a secret. A hand cards through his hair, sending small little shivers down his spine. “Like Wayne’s mugs.”

“You want me to collect something?” 

“Yeah, why not. It’d be something for you to have, to take care of--other than me and the brats.”

If it weren’t for the conviction in his voice, the earnest expression across his face, Steve might’ve thought he was fucking with him. Or maybe had too much weed. 

“What--” Steve tries, amused if also bewildered at where this is going. “What would I even collect? That’s not a thing you can just, start.”

Eddie snorts. “I wasn’t born with tattoos, Steve-o. You could do anything--coins, baseball cards, records. Model cars would be up your alley, if a little on the nose.”

The thought of a matching coin collection with Keith makes him gag.

“No? Fair, okay. Oh, you know what? You strike me as a Beanie Baby kind of guy. Yeah.”

“Beanie Babies?” Unbelievable.

“Brownie the Bear not enough for you? We’ll get you the set don’t worry--”

“Eddie--”

“And if you’re good, I’ll see if I can swing Peanut in time for your birthday--”

“Absolutely not, no fucking way,” but Steve is giggling, and then Eddie is too, which just sets him off further, until tears are welling up, both of them gasping for breath over the stupidest thing. 

Once they finally manage to calm down, breathing easy save for the stray little laugh that escapes, Steve swallows, whispers, “I love you.”

Eddie smiles sweetly, presses a kiss to his forehead. “I love you too.”

At twenty, warm and loose between his boy and the wide arms of spring, Steve starts collecting something new.

[welcometogrouchland]

i was gonna make a whole seperate post about how context and art seems to imply that the ex boyfriend that got stephanie pregnant was at least 18, if not older, when she was 16/15, which is kinda squicky (i mean not if she's 16 really, but 15 yes) but in my journeys on the Stephanie Brown wiki (real and delightful thing that exists) i discovered the batman chronicles #22 where her UNCLE HITS ON HER???? i think that's what we're meant to get from it anyway the dialogue is subtle (the art is not imo). AND I. WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. STEPHANIE YOU CAN START AS MANY GANG WARS AS YOU WANT WITH YOUR LIFE THE WAY IT IS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

So.... People's thoughts on the 1993 Three musketeers with Kiefer Sutherland....

Was it good or nah?👁👁

[blackalisondilaurentis1996]

Wear faux, don’t be it.

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Layne Staley in Helsinki, Finland, February 10, 1993.

[queencorduroy]

Nirvana | 1993

© Joe Giron

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

september 1993.

[aimy-yacks]

✩Sketches of the day !✩

(*´ω `*)

(Click on the drawings for better quality)

A signed Yakko (I really gotta sign my drawings), a lil Minnie and a lil Mickey from the Mickey Mouse shlrts that were by far the best version of them

Cause I haven't drawn them since 2019

[gothizorua]

Chip the cat :3

[multicolour-ink]

All your headcanons of the Bros as babies has made me crave content of them at all ages growing up. Being each other’s wingman when the other develops a crush. Bullies quickly learning they better not mess with Luigi or else they have Mario to deal with and they do NOT want that

Ah thank you 😊 I'm happy you like my headcanons; I gushed a lot when writing them and I know some people find that stuff strange...but I get fascinated when media portrays such a deep, beautiful, and healthy bond between characters. Especially one that is established to have developed from when they were so young...

It is a shame that we don't see them as kids, or even teens in the movie. Maybe Nintendo just didn't want to go that far yet they were still happy for Illumination to create an entire family for them... but it would've been nice to see more of Mario defending Luigi throughout their whole lives, not just as a baby and then an adult. Sorry, but in my opinion, it just adds more weight to the relationship when you see them in all stages of life.

But yes, Mario would of course get into fights with bullies picking on Luigi. More than often getting a black eye or bruised ribs. The number of times Luigi had to clean Mario's wounds, crying over how he's useless and can't even defend himself, let alone his big brother. And Mario wiping his brother's tears away and saying (with such sincerity) that he would take a hit for Luigi, because he wants to keep his little bro safe no matter what. They may be the same age, but Mario can't stand to sit by and let him get hurt or sad. That's been the vow he made since they came out the womb.

And yes, they would totally be each other's wingmen once they got old enough for dating 😉 Luigi less so, as Mario would've been a little more confident. I certainly don't see him as smooth as Danny Zuko; he would certainly need a bit of a nudge. But once he does, he asks them out straight away.

Luigi, even with all the nudging from Mario, would take about a week or two to even ask anyone out on a date. And then when Luigi eventually does, he sidles up to them shyly, places a bouquet of flowers in their hands, then blurts out "Will you go out with me?!"

Then he's halfway across the sports court before anyone else can process what he just said.

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Oh! You mentioning Mario and Luigi being each other's wingmen also reminded me of this scene (one of my favourites) from the 1993 movie, when Mario helps Luigi ask Daisy out.

For context: Daisy is the princess in this movie, not Peach. And she was born in another world, but raised on Earth and became an archaeologist.

When they first meet her, and Luigi is goofing up his intro, Mario makes his hilarious reaction

And then when Luigi clearly isn't getting any further, Mario steps in

"What my brother is trying to say, is that he doesn't know what to say!"

Even though the brothers are different ages in this movie (with Mario being more the father figure) I can totally see 2023 Mario doing this! In fact I may attempt to do this as a redraw someday 👀

Then after they drop her back at the dig site, Mario feeds Luigi words to tell Daisy, so the latter can ask her out to dinner.

After they part ways with her, Mario and Luigi have this funny exchange (again, another moment I can totally see the 2023 Mario and Luigi having!)

"What would you do without your big brother?"

"I'd like to give it a shot and find out..."

"Ah come on!"

"I was just about to ask her that!"

"You weren't about to ask her nothing, you was gonna let her go!"

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No matter in what universe - big bro Mario is always the wingman!

[beautflstranger]

'Love is blindness I don't want to see Won't you wrap the night Around me? Oh my love Blindness' - U2