#Toolbelts

[smbhax]

Kenji - Super Dodge Ball (NeoGeo MVS)

[bargainshouse]

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[wrightbiz]

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[mumbeau]

ummm so bridges span things

[artaxlivs]

This is ridiculous.

Eddie has important stuff To Do. He's a busy rockstar with a never ending list of stuff his manager and agent keep reminding him that he needs to get done while he's not on tour.

But. His house is being remodeled. And one of the carpenters or handymen or journey...men? journey people? whatever. One of the dudes in a tool belt. Well - he's hot as all hell and Eddie can't seem to find a single fuck to mark off that To Do list.

Every day this man shows up in jeans that hug his ass, a tool belt slung low to one side and this pristine white polo shirt with a logo over his left pec. The other people - people not men because there are actually three women in the mix, all with arms that could crush Eddie, and if he was into chicks, he'd be looking respectfully - are all in various dark colored shirts with a similar logo on the back or in the same spot on the chest.

But White Polo is the only white polo. White Polo must be in charge. He does seem to give a lot of orders. He's got big sexy hair and a strong voice. The first time Eddie was close enough to hear him talk, he had some feelings about that strong voice giving orders. The kind of feelings he explored later that night in his own bed. Alone.

It's not a mean voice though, not aggressive. Rather, it's the kind of voice that steadies you in a storm, that you can rely on. The kind of voice that probably sounds gravelly and sleep mussed on a Saturday morning. The kind you want to wake up to. The voice that Eddie wants to wake up to.

And it's not just the voice and the looks. It's the competency, too. Earlier this morning, White Polo was helping the crew put some kind of wood frame up. He hammered something in and then twirled the hammer and stuffed it in the tool belt all without looking. That was going directly to Eddie's spank bank. Maybe he could find other things for them to remodel so White Polo never has to leave.

"Mr. Munson?"

Eddie startles, almost dropping his Garfield coffee mug. There's a lot of noise in the house and he was sort of doing one of the things on his list. Writing a song in his head. It was definitely not about a man in a tool belt. Nor was it about anyone getting nailed.

Jesus Christ.

Clearing his throat, Eddie turns to White Polo, "It's just Eddie."

"Well, Just Eddie, I'm Steve." His voice is soft, strong though, with that little bit of gravel. It's not Eddie's fault at all that he's imagining him whispering in Eddie's ear when they're both sleep warm and too comfortable to get out of bed. "Looks like we'll be done here in another two days."

"Oh." He says dejectedly, not meaning to have such an honest reaction but he can't help himself. He's wasted three days just glancing at White Polo - Steve - from afar. Now Eddie's on a time limit. Two days isn't nearly enough time. Would it be inappropriate to invite him to dinner? Or to stay? Ask him for --"Coffee?"

Steve smiles and it's kind of small, like it's a secret smile, just for Eddie. Brushing his hair back over his ear, Steve says, "I shouldn't but...your coffee smells kinda great so...sure."

Grinning, Eddie tells him that he gets the beans from this little mom and pop shop that brews their own beans. The band discovered them on tour years ago and he still gets his beans shipped from them every few months. He's babbling but he can't seem to stop himself, telling Steve about different roasts and his fancy machine that cost more than his first van back when he was sixteen and living in a trailer park.

Leaning against the counter, Steve listens patiently, watching Eddie with hazel eyes and that little smile. He's got these cute moles that Eddie wants to kiss. Broad shoulders he wants to feel pressed up against the backs of his knees.

Shit. He almost spills the coffee when his face suddenly heats up at that.

"Everything okay?" There's concern in Steve's voice and he reaches out to steady Eddie's arm. His callused fingers brush Eddie's arm just over his bat tattoo and...oh.

It's like nothing he's ever imagined. So much more than all the stories. It's the biggest, brightest, most intense thing Eddie's ever felt. Just a brush of fingertips and the spots light up with gold. Three brushes across the bats' wings and a fourth smaller one off to the side. Eddie can feel the tingling on the underside of his forearm where Steve's thumb must have brushed as well.

Surging forward, Eddie cups Steve's cheek, leaving a bright gold palm print on his jaw, a thumb smear up by the cheek bone, bits of gold in the shapes of fingers curling along the side of his throat, and one little dab on the lobe of Steve's ear. Their lips are pressed together before Steve's fully reacted to the soul bond but that's okay. They don't have two days, they've got forever.

A few years later, when Corroded Coffin wins album of the year at the Grammys, Gareth takes the mic away from Eddie as he's doing all the polite thank yous to managers and agents etc - and he thanks Steve, telling the world, "If Steve had never been a hot guy in a tool belt, Eddie would never have written Golden Bats, Hammer of Love or, Eddie's favorite," Gareth says, grinning and leaning really close to the mic like it's a secret, 'cause it kind of is, "Ride the White Polo."

My Masterlist

While there are other gold touch soulmate mark fics, I've only ever read them in @kangofu-cb's Gold on Your Fingertips in the Winterhawk fandom and it will always be both one of my favorite soulmate fics and one of my favorite Clint Barton fics.

[bowserphobia]

He’s like Luigi but mean

Bonus drawing under the cut ->

[ddarker-dreams]

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[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta patriarchy-defense="non-negotiable"> <script>ARCHIVE_TAG="DOWN_WITH_THE_PATRIARCHY::EAT_SHIT_SANDWICHES_EDITION" EFFECT: gender delusion collapse, biomechanical laughter, unsolicited DM seizure TRIGGER_WARNING="dark comedy, biological facts, gender role slander, satire that hurts" </script>

🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP FEATURE* — “DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY? COOL. START BY LIFTING A BACKHOE WITH YOUR FEELINGS.” [SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR THOSE ABOUT TO STARVE IN A WOKE APOCALYPSE]

Let’s get this out of the way fast:

No, I’m not down with the patriarchy. Because I like electricity. And clean water. And roofs that don’t leak when it rains. And pavement that doesn’t turn to death-sludge when it rains. And food. Specifically not shit sandwiches.

But sure. Let’s tear it all down because Twitter got spicy.

—

You ever notice who screams “down with the patriarchy” the loudest? It’s never the woman with a wrench in her hand. It’s never the woman scaling a transformer at 3AM during an ice storm. It’s never the girl removing a possum from a flooded sewer drain in a Hazmat suit. It’s always some cupcake in a cardigan with a minor in Gender Literacy and an iPhone made by child slaves. Tapping the words "abolish masculinity" on a device that runs on cobalt mined by men.

—

Let me make this clear:

I don’t give a flying wombat what label you throw at me. Misogynist. Toxic. Problematic. Hell, you can call me daddy like half of you do in the DMs after dark. But the one thing you will never call me?

Delusional.

Because delusion is what happens when you think civilization runs on emotion. That bridges are held up by affirmations. That skyscrapers exist because you journaled hard enough.

Sweetheart. This isn’t TikTok. This is physics.

And the patriarchy? That’s not oppression. That’s your Wi-Fi. That’s your plumbing. That’s the brakes on your car.

You don’t smash the patriarchy. You stand on it.

—

Let’s do a quick Reality Check Starter Pack.

📌 You want to abolish men, but who:

Builds your roads?

Installs your HVAC?

Puts up the steel framing in your Whole Foods?

Hauls your trash?

Fixes the sewer backup when you flush a face wipe?

Let me guess. You’ll manifest a clean bathroom with girl math. Or summon a backhoe using oracle moon energy.

No, babe. The dude with neck tattoos and a Gatorade bottle full of dip spit is the only reason your UTI doesn’t turn medieval.

—

And let’s talk about machines.

You ever hear a woman say:

“We don’t need men, we’ll build robots to do the hard stuff.”

Yeah? With what strength? Who’s lifting the titanium? Who’s mining the ore? Who’s welding the frame?

Siri doesn’t work during a power outage.

And your dishwasher doesn’t run on dreams.

It runs on coal. Diesel. Blood. And brute male force.

—

But you’re independent. You don’t need no man. Except when the sink leaks. The AC dies. The check engine light blinks. Or there’s a noise outside at 2:13AM.

Suddenly? Every feminist forgets Krav Maga.

Suddenly? That misogynist neighbor becomes “just so handy.” Suddenly? Your pepper spray isn’t cutting it. And you remember what protection actually looks like.

—

Call me cruel. Call me patriarchal. But don’t call me when the bear breaks through your window because you defunded the man who used to hunt it.

Let’s be real. If men disappeared tomorrow?

Women would be feral within the month. Not because you’re weak. But because civilization doesn’t run on vibes. It runs on sweat. Risk. Sacrifice. And testosterone-induced problem solving.

Let's break it down.

📊 WHO MAINTAINS CIVILIZATION?

🔧 Power grid maintenance: 97% men 🧱 Construction workers: 91% men 🪠 Plumbing and sewage: 96% men ⚓ Fishermen: 99% men 🪵 Lumberjacks: 100% men 🧯 Firefighting: 93% men 🛠️ Road repair crews: 95% men 🚚 Long-haul trucking: 94% men 💣 Military frontline combat: 99% men 🧼 Men who die so your hot water works: Countless

But sure. Tell me again how “gender is a construct.”

You know what isn’t a construct? Gravity. Back injuries. And sewage pressure blowing out a 40-foot pipe valve.

You want to see gender roles collapse? Turn off the grid for three days.

Suddenly?

“Down with the patriarchy” turns into “Help me, my bathwater’s brown and I think something’s moving in it.”

—

Now to the spicy part.

Let’s talk about power play.

There’s a reason men like me aren’t taken seriously by women who peg their boyfriends.

Because she’s wearing the strap. And he’s wearing the shame.

But me? I don’t bend over. Not for validation. Not for networks. And sure as hell not for you.

That’s why I get called toxic. Misogynist. Outdated.

While you watch my posts in the dark, wet and mad and fingering yourself through the hypocrisy.

Yeah. I said it. This is Blacksite Literature™. Not BuzzFeed therapy.

—

Let’s be even realer.

📌 Who sends the hate messages? Who calls me dangerous in public, but follows me from a burner? Who saves every post and quotes me in arguments with men they don’t respect?

You. The same ones crying “patriarchy” from the shelter it built.

—

Let me ask you this:

If every “toxic man” disappeared tomorrow, who do you think would protect you from the rest?

From the ones who don’t care about your pronouns? The ones who don’t negotiate over consent? The ones who see weakness, not value?

Do you think they’ll listen when you quote feminist theory? Do you think the evolved bear that’s learned how to unzip tents will stop because you explained the wage gap?

Nah.

You’ll wish someone like me was still standing. Still armed. Still “toxic.” Still dangerous to everything that wants to reduce you to meat.

—

So no. I’m not down with the patriarchy.

Because I’m not down with starvation. I’m not down with mud huts and period huts and ritual stonings from the Taliban 2.0 with better Wi-Fi.

I’m not down with pretending that 500,000 years of physical infrastructure was a gendered conspiracy.

It was sacrifice. It was risk. It was dying younger, working harder, being disposable, so you could live longer, safer, and freer.

And now you throw rocks at the house that keeps you out of the cave.

—

So call me whatever you need to sleep at night.

But understand this:

The patriarchy isn’t oppressing you. It’s keeping you alive.

And if you ever get what you claim to want?

You'll die under your own empowerment. Starving. Freezing. Bleeding. Unshaved. Unarmed. Unloved.

While some rewilded bear figures out how to undo a sports bra.

🧠 Read more scrolltrap reality and biological warfare satire at: 👉 My Linktree 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Dirty truth. Fuck your feelings. 🚪 Warning: This post may cause involuntary cervical twitches, existential dread, and an urge to admit he was right.

📊 FINAL REALITY CHECK STATS 📊

94% of workplace deaths: men

99% of infrastructure roles: men

90% of violent criminals stopped by: men

Feminist utopias built without men: 0

Women DMing this post's author while denying it: 3 confirmed since this draft started

</div> <!-- END TRANSMISSION [WHEN THE GRID GOES DOWN, YOU’LL WISH YOU HAD A MISOGYNIST WITH A TOOLBELT.] -->

[harbek]

My interpretation of Art, Rogue's boyfriend from the novelisation of Doctor Who: Rogue.

The man who Rogue knew as Art, his person. Art was tall with shoulder-length curly hair and wore a sleek purple tunic, rolled up at the sleeves. On top of this was a metallic chest-piece that crackled with electrical energy. On his head he wore a pair of steampunk goggles that complemented his striking hazel eyes. As he pulled on the net, a long grey scar could be seen on his arm, a memory from a battle lost years before. [...] Art smelt like a warm fire. He was taller than Rogue, only by a bit, but it meant he looked up to him slightly, which was a bit of a novelty for Rogue, who was usually the tallest in the room. He took in Art’s face: every line, pore, the stubble, the striking, hazel eyes.

[mof17]

I needed practice drawing buff men

So

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Nico watching Scream and saying "liver alone" whenever Leo is annoying some camper. And Leo just replies by taking out a packet of peanuts from his tool belt, and throwing them at Nico, yelling "Hades nuts!"

[weheartstims]

Plumber MX (Pillar Chase 2, Roblox) with fashion, tools, and gifs from The Super Mario Brothers Super Show for @12-oz-joy!

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[lilithschosen]

butch with ADHD never knows where her box cutter is

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

FUCK MY LOVE OF LIFE AND AMBITIONS HAVE BEEN REAWOKEN BUT I DONT HAVE TIME TO DO THAT SHIT I HAVE WORK TO DO

[starii-void]

i think that i should be given free unlimited access to magic and tech supplies and given free range to fiddle with them. i also want a forge to make weapons

please. please please i wont bite it or kill anyone with them i prommy

[gomjjigae]

the world isn’t ending i just needed to listen to broken social scene outside no shirt just a hoodie and a cig and a vietnamese coffee while watching the wind blow through the trees in the dark