#I CAN SENSE IT

[someratidk]

his pushing 40 yr old ass uses outdated slang in the most incorrect of contexts, it's plain fact

[thisnerdetteoverthere-blog]

Rick really be like „nah, i‘m not writing other books, other people will take over“ and, „percy will be forever 17“ and then just drop a new dam percy jackson book with the literal god damm original trio on us harder zeus dropped apollo from olympus

[uccmd]

*whispers* I knew he reminded me of something

[saltytearsofjoy]

he’s about to have the worst mental breakdown

[cobaltfluff]

heheheheh some doodles because i have to make every new obsession to do with sk8

[useragarfield]

WE COMING FOR THAT EGOT BABY

[brainrothours]

I just know Jax is gonna become the new tumblr sexyman then once we get more episodes he’s gonna do something that gets him labeled problematic to like and half the fandom’s bios are gonna have“J*x fans DNI” or “Jax-antis DNI” right at the top

[oristianvalkyrie]

Do I like Tamlin and Rhysand as characters? No, i don’t

Do I have multiple theories about their backstory and how they went from friends to lovers to enemies? Yes, I do.

[meownotgood]

SMALL CREATURE

[bubblegumbarbie33]

My favorite trope is when someone writes a character into a TV show and the entire autistic community points out they're, in fact, autistic and the writer says "sorry guys, they're not. I just based them off of myself and some of my fun quirky traits that I've learned to hide from society due to harsh judgement from my peers 🫤"

And then they're just a moment of silence before

"alright so I went to the doctor and you will NEVER GUESS-"

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Eddie is a sight to behold when he’s in the zone. Truly.

He picks up his guitar just to put it back down again. He walks around the room, notebook in one hand and pencil in the other. He sketches random figures in the air, looking off to the distance, mouthing whatever he’s thinking. When he gets an idea, he yelps and scrambles for the nearest hard surface to write on, sometimes just collapsing to the floor because it’s fastest.

Steve is ridiculously enamored by him. “Hey, uh, Eds?” He gets a distracted hum. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

“Yeah. Yeah, help yourself.” He waves a distracted hand behind him, in the general direction of the door.

Steve smiles and slips out to the kitchen. He freezes in his tracks when he sees Wayne sitting at the table. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hello,” Wayne responds. “You’re the, uh, Harrington boy?”

“Steve,” he nods, moving forward to offer a handshake. “And you’re Wayne?”

Wayne hums, accepts his hand. Studies him. “You anything like your father, boy?”

Steve winces, looks away. “I try not to be,” he says honestly.

“Good,” Wayne answers, leaning back in his seat. “And you and my boy?”

“We’re friends, sir.”

“Because of everything he can’t tell me?”

Steve offers a half smile. “Yeah. He, uh. He’s a really good guy. I’m proud to be his friend.”

Wayne raises a brow, amused. “You aiming for brownie points or some shit, son?”

Steve smiles. “Just saying what I know. He’s writing a song right now, so I figured I’d try to find us breakfast.” He points over his shoulder to the kitchen. “If that’s alright?”

Wayne waves a hand. “Have at it.” He flips his paper back up, clearly signaling the end of the conversation.

Steve smiles as he turns around and heads to the fridge.

He decides on eggs and toast, rooting around in the cabinets to look for a pan before getting the eggs and bread out.

About half of the eggs he makes, he breaks the yolks on. He takes those for himself, leaving Eddie with the better-looking, better-cooked eggs. He butters the toast and loads everything up onto two plates, bringing them back to Eddie’s room.

He watches as Eddie smells the food and whips around, eyes widening comically. “You’re an angel,” he says reverently. Steve very carefully ignores the way his heart flips in his chest.

“It’s eggs and toast,” he says, choking down whatever else wants to come out. “Coffee?”

Eddie waves a hand. “After. Thank you, seriously.”

Steve smiles. “You were busy. It really isn’t a big deal.”

Suddenly Eddie begins to laugh. “So I guess I cook at yours, you cook at mine?”

Steve chuckles. “Guess so.”

They sit on the bed, eating in silence, stealing glances here and there. Looking away whenever their eyes meet. Eddie shifts, stretches out his legs, pressing his shin into Steve’s.

Steve presses back. Looks at their legs. Doesn’t dare look up at Eddie’s face.

Eddie breaks the silence. Steve smiles to himself, because of course he would. “Sorry for…” he waves a hand, indicating the guitar back in the corner, the notebook and pencil tossed haphazardly onto the desk. “Y’know. Spacing.”

Steve doesn’t answer yet. Takes another bite of eggs. Thinks. “I don’t know how to show you that I think you’re a genius.”

Eddie blinks. “A genius?”

Steve shrugs a shoulder. “You’re a great storyteller, Eds. As someone who isn’t? Yeah. Your songs tell stories. And I’ve sat in on a few sessions now, right?”

Eddie snorts. “Only cause it’s in your house.”

Steve waves him off. “Point is. When you’re telling the kids what happens next? You’re… you’re fucking captivating, man.”

Eddie’s breath catches as he grabs for a section of hair to pull across his face.

Steve reaches over, fingertips on his forearm. "Don't hide?"

Eddie drops his hand. Catches Steve's wrist. Looks intently at it as his fingers brush over a beauty mark, just on the inside of his wrist.

Steve watches. Lightly grasps Eddie's wrist in return. Eddie's hand stills, squeezing once, before they sit in silence, both their gazes trained on their hands before drifting up, locking eyes.

They jump apart, both flushing, when Wayne knocks on the door. "Boys? I'm heading out to work, one of you lock the door behind me sometime today."

Eddie laughs. It only sounds slightly forced. "What do we have that someone would steal, old man?" He calls back.

"My dignity," Wayne immediately responds. "Just lock the damn door, boy."

Eddie grins. "Will do, Wayne."

Pt 14

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[crehador]

THE CHINESE GUY HAS A BOOTLEG RUYI JINGU BANG LET'S GOOOOOO

[genderfcker]

call me laios because my party (my loved ones) is getting very very very done with me refusing to shut up about monsters (dungeon meshi) and how badly i want them to eat (CONSUME EVERYTHING. MANGA. ANIME. FANART. FANFICTION ON AO3) said monsters with me.

[hedonist-aesthete]

Shout out to my therapist for gleefully handing me my new fixation, btw.

[eebie]

scared cos this guy at this place i go to is definitely in2 me

[castysconstellation]

I'm being so normal about this album guys yup I'm enjoying it an absolutely normal amount