#Pete Edwards

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❄️💧⛈️ for the wip asks please

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

only non-state of disrepair fic that I'd currently class as active, at least until the Napollya fic that's circling around my head coalesces

“Hey, girl, move over,” Mikey called, hip-checking Pete as he carried an armful of dirty plates back into the kitchen.  Pete stared after him for a moment, then turned back to Huggy. “I’m not a girl,” they said defiantly, like they were expecting Huggy to disagree with them. Instead, Huggy said, “Fair enough,” threw his teatowel over his shoulder, and led the way back into the bar.  Pete hovered as Huggy collected empty glasses, checked the fruit trays, moved a bourbon bottle that had been put back in the wrong place, and generally did nonsense movements until Pete hesitantly hopped onto a stool. When they did, Huggy asked, looking back over his shoulder, “Are you a boy?” Pete bit their lip. “I don’t know."

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

See, I want to do the same thing as soft/fluffy and come up with something that's both romantic and hot, but my major hot wip is not especially romantic, and state of disrepair is extraordinarily romantic but very un-hot. not even the sex scene is especially hot.

here. closest thing to both. start of sex scene. (to be clear, Steve has been discharged by this point. they are not doing this in a hospital bed)

Steve’s propped himself up on his elbows, which is already more strenuous movement than Danny should be allowing. So it’s proper medical procedure when Danny turns around and swings his leg over, straddling Steve’s thighs. Steve stares up at him, still except for the rise and fall of his chest. Danny leans down, resting one hand next to Steve’s, interlacing their fingers, until he’s close enough to see nothing but wide eyes and laugh lines and slightly parted lips. Then he stops, struck by a sudden thought. “Can I kiss you?” Steve laughs quietly, just loud enough to reach across the space between them and no farther. “Little late to start asking now.” “Yeah, I know. That’s why…” “Oh.” Steve takes a breath, then nods. “Yeah. Yes. Please. Can I kiss you?” “God, yes. Come here.”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

alright since I already (mistakenly) did this for state of disrepair, I will use a different wip. and since I've already shared a few snippets from Relentless As The Rain, let's go with the intro to the other angstiest wip I currently have, even if it's not especially active rn:

On his way out to find the government guy, or whatever his next move is, Steve pushes into Danny’s office. Then he just stands there, in the doorway, like he’s expecting Danny to say something. To tell him it’s okay. Eventually he must realise that’s not going to happen, because he sighs and says, “Will you tell Grace and Charlie for me?” Danny does look up from his computer at that, glares at Steve. “Tell Grace yourself.” He doesn’t want to have to tell either of them this, but he realises past his – it’s not even anger, nothing that productive, just- He knows that waking Charlie up now, or at whatever pre-dawn time in the morning Steve’s leaving, for Steve to tell him over the phone that he’s going somewhere for who knows how long – that isn’t going to do anything but distress Charlie. Grace, though, Grace is old enough to deserve to hear it from the horse’s mouth. The horse deserves to have to face telling her.

wip asks

[saltpepperbeard]

Next on Our Flag Means Death...

[mayhasopinions]

i will never shut up about how one of the most brilliant and beautiful lines in all of fiction is 'you are a monster. a plauge. you defile beautiful things.' and how the entirety of OFMD is a response and rebuttle to that. queer people do not defile beautiful things. we only want them, and we deserve them. we are beautiful things. we can wear fine things well.

[toboldlymuppet]

home is whenever i'm with you

[stitchologist]

An encouraging love letter all the fanfic writers and artists-

Don't stop.

I don't care if Canon has gone off the rails or given us lore that directly contradicts your ideas. I want to read it. I want to see it. I want to know where you'd take these characters. I want to know what inspired you to create in the first place and I want to go on that journey with you. I want you to finish.

I want you to make it better. I want you to make it worse. Make it silly and heartbreaking and amazing. Make it everyday life and what ifs and 5&1s.

I'll be there with kudos and likes and ❤️❤️❤️ comments since this is the most articulate I've been in months.

Keep going. You loved an idea so much you've spent who knows how many hours writing and editing and drawing and posting.

I see you. Don't stop.

❤️❤️❤️

[gothidecorem]

And violà! @kazanskys-mitchell

[magniloquent-raven]

that second batch of episodes tho 👌👌

✨here be memes✨

[ofmdsource]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

NEW PROMO STILLS

[sdrose93]

Top Gun 1986 and Top Gun: Maverick 2022 ❤❤

OMG 😭❤

[almondcroissantsandink]

i feel the need--the need for speed!

[redgoldblue]

[@itwoodbeprefect submitted:] showing up late with starbucks etc for the wip tag game: can i. can i say 1, 2 AND 7 for h50? because i was going to say 1 and 2 from the things that hadn’t been picked yet and then i saw 7. (and also. if you want to. i’d love to hear anything at all about huggy & pete!)

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me? turn down an opportunity to talk about my wips? it’s even less likely than you’d think (also tbf i very much did also send you four so. fair turnaround)

Spinning Faster Than The Plane That Took You (I Don’t Want To Miss You Like This)

You’d expect this to be post-Aloha, wouldn’t you? but ha! it’s not! tricked and fooled! it’s intra-Ka I'o, which is a far more depressing place to be. Basically there’s this one very very brief shot of Danny, when he first hears Steve’s voice over the phone after he’s been dark in Mexico for months - this one - and the sheer emotion Scott Caan conveyed in those three seconds pushed me into writing an entire ficlet of Danny’s POV on those months. it’s. well let’s be honest it’s sad and one of those fics that comes out of the woodwork to challenge my assertion that I don’t write angst. But we all know that plotline ends in hotel-bed sharing h/c (…as I’ve already written) so it’s okay. also i know i said they were all / in the heading but there’s actually a decent chance this will be one of my trademark ‘could be & or / shrug emoji up to you’ specials.

Danny usually changes his phone background pretty regularly, cycling through new and old photos of his kids with occasional cameos from other family and/or ohana members. When Steve left, it had been a shot of Grace teaching Charlie to balance on a surfboard at the edge of Steve’s beach, with Steve in his stupid low-slung swim shorts hovering just out of arm’s reach watching them. It stays as that for one week, two weeks, a month, two months and more. Until Danny’s pushing down the feeling that it might be an ‘in memoriam’ photo every time his phone lights up, and still can’t bring himself to change it, because what if the next time it lights up with news that Steve’s safe? What if keeping this moment of Steve at his most antithetical to whatever it is he’s doing right now – soft and happy and paternal, with sandburn the greatest danger in mind; but simultaneously with a stance borne from exactly the same instinct that drove him to Mexico in the first place – concern for and protection of his family, whether necessary or deserved or neither –  what if that’s somehow the only thing reaching across the miles between them and tying Steve to life? It’s a stupid thought, and Danny should know better by now than to tie his anxiety to stupid superstitions, but any time he’s clicked into his photos he’s just been presented with the absence of Steve from the last months. The absence of any photos from the last months, really, apart from a couple of Charlie, because when you spend your days working and your nights trying to stop yourself from falling back into a bottle and from there into a pattern of alcoholism you thought you’d left behind ten years ago, there’s not a lot of photo opportunities.

(Four) Seasons of Love

Okay, this one is a lot more usual fare. I haven’t worked on it for a while bc state of disrepair’s been taking up the longh50fic portion of my brain but I will go back to it eventually bc. undercover as honeymooners! they’re undercover as honeymooners! at a resort! to catch a husband-wife jewel thief team! Steve comes into it going 'oh, this is the perfect opportunity to push one of us (Danny) into some kind of action on the thing we both obviously know about but won’t admit (that we’re in love with each other)’ while Danny, who’s POV, spends the entire time going 'why is Steve being so absolutely painful in aggravating my definitely unrequited love/lust that he definitely doesn’t know about’ until Steve finally breaks and calls him an idiot. There’s a creepy fish lamp (which is a real thing in the actual Four Seasons Lanai suites, where they are) that Danny instantly develops a grudge against.

“The point is-” Danny said, and was about to hit Steve in the chest with the back of his hand to emphasise said point when, in rapid succession, three things happened: the boat hit an outlandishly large wave, Danny lost his footing and almost his champagne, and Steve’s quick reflexes and occasional chivalrous instincts kicked in. The combined result of which was that all of a sudden Steve was holding two champagne flutes with one hand and Danny with the other.

Well, that was a slightly unfair description. Steve’s hand was on Danny, specifically on his lower back, but he was also using his entire arm and somehow most of his torso to hold him.

Meaning Danny was essentially plastered against Steve.

And, this being a reciprocal relationship, Steve was plastered against Danny.

And if anything, the hand on his back seemed to be pressing him even closer.

 Behind them, someone let out an ‘aww’, and Steve’s expression twisted up into something that was half-smirk and half-fond grin. He held the champagne flutes out to Danny, and Danny took them numbly and without protest, because his brain was spending all its focus telling his body not to react to having Steve pressed against him through what he was rapidly realising had to be the world’s thinnest t-shirt.

Doing anything without protest was a mistake when it came to Steve. Danny was reminded of this fact when the next thing Steve did with his now-free hand was raise it to Danny’s face, lean down, and kiss him.

The Irritating, Annoying, Infuriating, (Effective) Seduction Techniques of One Steven J. McGarrett

Okay, so this one was directly inspired by Deus Ex Girlfriend sending me round the bend, and doesn’t currently have much other than the title and what-will-end-up-as-the-blurb actually written down, but it’s on the back burner of my mind as a Fun Easy one to fill up one of my Fun Easy slots next year. it starts out with Danny accidentally getting Steve to taste pasta sauce off Danny’s fingers and ends up with Steve hand-feeding Danny Indian takeaway because like I said Deus Ex Girlfriend drove me insane. the aforementioned blurb:

Danny manages to gather enough breath to ask, “How…?”

“Oh, it’s good, Danny,” Steve husks, low in the back of his throat, maintaining steady eye contact.

[…]

He definitely wasn’t talking about the sauce.

Steve didn’t actually get nicknamed 'Smooth Dog’ for nothing.

Huggy & Pete

my best friends Huggy and Pete…. Pete starts fairly unobtrusively hanging around the Pits every afternoon, and Huggy’s like… okay. sure. guess I’m babysitting now. and then notices that Pete seems to be taking specifically a lot of interest in the queer denizens of the Pits, and goes 'ah. okay. I’m queersitting’. Eventually Pete comes out as nb to Huggy before anyone else. Basically this is just an excuse for me to write a) genderqueer Pete and b) Aunty Huggy Bear and his Known Queer Safe Space The Pits

“Who’s that?”

Huggy follows her gaze to the corner booth, where a stocky woman in straight jeans and a collared shirt with an open-to-closed button ratio to rival any of Starsky’s is sitting. She’s got one arm flung out along the back of the seat and the other around the curvaceous, dark-haired lady sitting close enough to in her lap that her flared skirt is draping over both their legs. “That’s Bertha,” he tells Pete with a deliberate blandness. “And her girlfriend, Andi.” He doesn’t really expect a bad reaction from a kid with Pete’s fashion - and nickname - tastes, who spends half their time around Starsky and Hutch and who clearly came to the Pits with some kinda crisis of her own, but Hug hadn’t got where he’d got by not being careful. He didn’t get where he’d got with bad instincts, neither, which was backed up well enough when Pete’s response was a breathy, “She’s so cool.”

(also, just for you:)

“Ugh. My guinea pig never has to think about this stuff.”

Huggy still wasn’t sure precisely what the stuff in question was, but that’d play out eventually. Meantimes, “You have a guinea pig?”

Pete looked up at him, brightening slightly. “Yeah. Uncle Starsky gave her to me. He’d called her Louise, but that was a stupid name. She’s called Flamer now.”

[saltpepperbeard]

💖✨12 Favorite Moments from OFMD S2 ✨💖 Happy New Year to all my friends, followers, and fellow gay pirate crewmates! 2023 wouldn't have been the same without y'all. Each and every one of you is such a light, and I wish you all nothing but the best for this upcoming year. May 2024 bring you peace, prosperity, and hopefully many more pirate moments to come! Love y'all so much; cheers, m'dears! 🎉✨💖

[diesel-punk]

I never posted these over here cause I'm bad at upkeeping my tumblr page, but today seems like a good day for sharing some fruity pirate brainrot. I love them all.

[peachesandcreames]

It's Not the Plane, It's the Pilots 💞💕

[amefuyuu]

Guys if I get hunted down and my legs broken broken for sharing these photos just know I did it for the gays but here are photos I took of the ‘you wear nice things well’ scene and the deleted Lucius opium scene (although even this is different than what Nathan Foad described in terms of what they filmed for this scene so-)

And then the opium scene:

Those are the only photos I snapped of the scripts themselves (they were on an iPad) but i may go back this summer and if I do (hopefully they have the season two scripts) I’ll take more photos if these ones don’t get my kneecaps stolen :)

EDIT: thank you all for the well wishes but I will be fine (hopefully) worst case scenario the copyright holders get mad and ask me to take it down/I get a legal threat or somethin like that. Either way I’ll probably be fine I’m just being dramatic for laughs (although everyone’s concern really does touch my heart so thank you all 💗)

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