#also eat something if you haven't

[inkskinned]

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

[d1sc01nf3rn0]

I'm seeing a lot of people with neurodivergency, specially under the autism spectrum say that "Laios is annoying, never shuts up, is insensitive, and I can't stand him"; and the irony is not lost on me lmao.

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh boi even more of One au in like 3 hours lol

I like to think that like how in @phoenixcatch7's Doll au there's gas versions of like cures and such in the batfam's gas masks since they don't need to breath when possessing the puppets right? I like to think there's an organic version of that with the meat puppet bodies, at least with Bruce, where the plates on his neck opens up into vents of sorts, pictured here with a few spikes removed for visibility reasons.

This gas could be some cures for like Joker venom & Fear gas and such, or it could also be sedatives, paralytics, could even vary between each member. (For example in the Cryptidverse Steph has Anesthetics on her claws, Jason has reflective powder that mimics embers/sparks, Cass has paralytics, etc). Honestly I am just brainstorming so this could definitely change lmao

I do like to think they start developing their own venom though, gotta' have those fangs & tusks for some reason lol

[divinekangaroo]

rewatching S6 in bits and pieces for current fic and ahhhhhhhhhh but the whole Jack, Diana, Mosley and Lizzie final dinner is so *viscerally* fucking satisfying on every sensory and intellectual and emotional level of consumption.

[punk-dad-sharkz]

i hope every person who makes fun of food allergies has a warm pillow on both sides and has wet socks forever and ever. I hope they have a paper cut and then get lemon juice on it.

[carcarrot]

OH MY GOD A YEAR AGO TODAY .

[cruilty-ink]

”ITR Donnie here to remind you all to take breaks and drink some water”

[manofthepipis]

Here are my own Addison/Spamton headcannons to add on! :]

(buckle up cause I got a lot)

If Spamton tries to talk about personal memories that he tried very hard to bury, (like his puppitfication), he physically cant. If he talks about a memory that overwhelms him his body would spaz out in glitches and error signs. (kinda like a system crash)

I feel like if the Adds were to get the grasp of healing magic, the first one to perfect it would be Clicks. (bc he already makes tea that heals you!)

Sponsor owns a motorcycle! (because they thought it made them look cool) And regularly takes it out for a spin when he's done with work for the day.

Survey is a secret horror fan, and when having movie nights with the other adds, they would always recommend horror movies that they personally like.

I feel like Banner really focused on clothing after Spamton went missing, (he only really did this as a side hustle/hobby beforehand) as it was a good distraction and a way to cope, and he found out he was really good at it! And made it his primary business.

When an addison gives a gift with no underlying intention/price tag attached, it is seen as a sign of a genuine friendship, familial, or courtship relations, (like when they all gifted Spamton the new phone) as all addisons are selfish in nature

Clicks 1000000000% cried at the Barbie movie and has a poster of her in his room lololol

Sponsor absolutely LOVES those shitpost videos on TikTok, like that smurf-cat that's been trending recently? his feed is FULL of videos like that

Its hard for Spamton to open up for a variety of reasons, because he HATES it when people give him pity, he's been dealing with that his whole life, and knows that bigshot's don't get those looks.

Along with fashion, Banner is CRAZY good at makeup, and that's when he and Clicks have most of their gossip sessions when doing Clicks makeup when they're hanging out together

Survey has a soft spot for holiday seasons (not just because of shopping sales and spike and sales, cause all addisons are scrambling when october hits,) but also because it's a time they feel all warm and fuzy with their family :]

To add on to the motorcycle thing, Banner was very against Sponsor getting one, as he heard about horror stories on those "death traps" (his words)

to add on to the one above, Sponsor didn't wear a helmet once, (cause he only needed to go like, a street down to grab something,) and Banner gave him HELL. bro went on a whole rant about Bike saftey and Sponsor always wore a helmet after that incident (a mad banner is very scary! cause i hc that he always keeps his chill) (Banner is not beating mom friend allegations)

Jevil LOVES messing with Clicks the most, as he's the drama queen, and his reactions are hilarious cause he HATES the clown. Jevil will do things like change his wallpaper, take secret selfies, or just flat out jumpscare him because it never gets old...

Sponsor is a BEAST at Just Dance, like, bro is doing breakdancing for every single song, and he WILL make EVERYONE do the dances correctly, (as clicks likes to half-ass it by just moving the controller correctly)

Banner is the strongest physically out of all the addisons. Y'know like, that punching bag game in arcades where the harder you punch the bag the more points you get? Banner DEMOLISHED that, and has one of the highest scores still.

Clicks secretly plays dating sim games as a guilty pleasure

also have you seen eviction day yet? If not, I HIGHLY reccomend! I will add a warning for flashing lights and disturbing imagry though, https://youtu.be/fzzGtz4v3YU?si=6-AD5j8qrGARbdM3

but yea! here are my silly lil headcannons for the silly lil guys :]

i'm incredibly happy with the energy we've created in the studio today

also known as omg i love these headcanons like this is great food hfjdksjdjdks

the first one i also share! and it's a bit of why i headcanon swatch feels distant from spamton out of everybody he talks to. Like they were rlly close at one point and talked a lot, and swatch was his shoulder at high stress points in his job. However when the Horrors happened, he physically couldn't explain anything, leaving swatch to wonder what exactly happened to him and then build up resentment for keeping them in the dark. They even tried to help at first, but help turned to hate real fast when neo got involved.

i love the idea over clicks and spamton maybe bonding over some healing magic, like i had something similar in mind for a future chapter but this rlly has me smiling at the possibilities. spamton would maybe give him some tips- for a price. He IS thinking about trying to capitalize the whole healing gig after all since he's good at it.

banner going into clothing after spamton disappeared makes sense, especially with keeping busy trying to forget about him (it's awful hard to with the mannequins looking the way they do, but maybe that's a good thing in the long run) also i adore the mom friend vibe these headcanons have about him. i'd love to add on to the helmet thing, as I feel Clicks would join him on this (he's protective) but sponsor (and maybe even survey) claims it's fine if it was just once.

i completely agree with surv and the holidays. honestly i feel like they're the most ambitious with holiday sales and are unmatched, kind of peaking during seasonal sales in general (seeing how many survey ads are in place when customer shopping is at an all time high). spamton was indifferent to the holiday craze (cuz even when addisons were at their busiest, he wasn't) but liked when everything settled down after they weren't as busy to talk with him again. I have a picture in mind of survey chilling with spamton and realizing this, how happy he is when they're not busy (and feeling as if he was supposed to be), and being happy in return, if not sympathetic to him.

jevil pranking the adds and being a general nuisance is just so funny to me. gosh i can just imagine the absolute chaos he'd bring to a tea shop, mixing up the names and flavors, upon the other things (especially the wallpaper that has me cracking up with ideas). spamton, at the request (and payment) of clicks, gets jevil to stop (maybe. it's unclear if hes actually stopped completely or if there's smaller pranks here and there) but he secretly finds it hilarious.

overall these headcanons are great and i'm so happy to see them shared

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p13

part 12

tw: implied emotional abuse; implied disordered eating; body insecurity

Eddie shifts to wrap his arms around Steve’s neck, closing his eyes as he listens to Steve take a long, shaky breath. Steve’s hands press against his back firmly, holding him close before his arms wrap around Eddie’s waist so tightly he lifts him up a little bit.

Eddie tucks his fingers under the collar of Steve’s shirt, sliding his hand over his skin. He’s so warm it feels like he’s been sleeping, and Eddie knows his rings must be freezing, but Steve just sighs, burying his face in Eddie’s neck.

“I got you,” Eddie murmurs, lightly dragging his nails over Steve’s skin and feeling him shiver. Steve exhales.

Steve lifts his head, turning his face just enough to kiss Eddie so hard Eddie’s back arches, and Eddie kisses him back, pushing a hand into his hair to cradle the back of his head tenderly. He tilts his head, letting his lips part as Steve’s fingers spread over his back. (He has bigger hands than Eddie. It’s like Eddie can feel his hands across his whole back, across his whole body. Steady and strong.)

Steve takes a sharp breath when they part, panting as his head falls forward, and Eddie presses his lips to his forehead tenderly, sighing and tugging his hair and scratching the back of his neck gently.

“Okay?” he whispers. Steve just shrugs. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Steve lifts his head just to lean in so their foreheads meet. Eddie closes his eyes, moving his hands to hold Steve’s face between them. His cheeks are soft.

“Felt like I was dying,” Steve says weakly. Eddie’s eyes squeeze, and he exhales.

“I know,” he breathes.

“No, you don’t, Eddie,” Steve chokes, a tear falling down his cheek. Eddie wipes it away. “You don’t get it, I— I…”

Eddie nods, his hands tightening on Steve’s cheeks as Steve takes a shuddering breath.

“I do, baby,” he says softly. “I know.”

Steve lifts his head, looking at him desperately, but he seems to see the honesty in Eddie’s eyes, and Eddie pulls him in when tears well in Steve’s eyes.

“You did so good,” Eddie tells him quietly, whispering as Steve’s shoulders shake. “You hear me?”

Steve exhales, his hands gripping Eddie’s shirt in fists.

“You were so brave,” Eddie murmurs, combing through his hair.

He holds him for a while, here in the little living room of the trailer, swaying slightly as he whispers to him softly. Until Steve’s grip on his shirt loosens and he pulls away slightly, taking a little breath.

“Alright?” Eddie breathes.

Steve nods, sniffling, resting his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder.

“‘M sorry,” he says softly, and Eddie stomach tightens.

“Steve, look at me,” he says firmly.

Steve lifts his head, looking at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears, and Eddie touches his face, leaning in to kiss him chastely before he speaks, softening his voice.

“Don’t you ever apologise to me,” he says, looking into Steve’s eyes. “Especially about something like this.”

Steve’s lip quivers, and Eddie brushes his thumb over it.

“Okay?” he whispers. Steve’s hands tighten on his shirt. “You need me, and I’m there.”

Steve closes his eyes. Eddie kisses his forehead.

“Okay?” he whispers again. Steve nods.

“Okay.”

He holds him for a little bit longer before they part, and Steve looks around. At Wayne’s hats and mugs, looking at every single one like they’re whispering to him. He has his Mona Lisa smile on again as he looks, like he’s full of wonder and curiosity, looking around a house that isn’t his, a house that’s lived in.

A quiet Woah escapes Steve when they go to Eddie’s room, and Eddie laughs a little bit. He always forgets how chaotic his room actually is to an outsider.

The wonder in Steve’s eyes lights up even more as he looks around the room, at the posters and tapestries and shitty spray paint Eddie did when he was fifteen. Eddie waits, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“When I have my own place I want it to look like this,” Steve says, his voice light.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

Steve looks at Eddie, smiling, and Eddie melts a little bit, watching until Steve looks past him. His smile falls, and his eyes widen, and he blinks, staring at the wall that’s partially covered with his own art. Eddie’s smile grows.

Steve steps past Eddie, dropping his bag to the ground, looking at the wall like he’s at a museum.

“You kept all of them?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “‘Course.”

Steve reaches out and touches one.

“I did this one today,” he says softly, like he’s just remembering it.

“Yeah, I put it up as soon as I got home.”

Steve is silent for a moment, staring at the wall with his back to Eddie before he turns back to Eddie. His eyes are sparkling, and Eddie thinks he’s going to cry again, but Steve just steps toward him, catches his face between his hands, and kisses him.

It’s so intense that a noise escapes Eddie before he can even close his eyes, and he reaches up to hold Steve’s cheeks. Steve smiles against his mouth before his teeth catch Eddie’s lower lip and tug at it.

Eddie pushes his hands into Steve’s hair, gripping it in his fists. Steve licks into Eddie’s mouth the way he likes, and Eddie’s knees feel weak. If he falls over he won’t be surprised.

His lips are almost sore when Steve finally pulls away, and he sighs, letting his head fall forward to rest on Steve’s neck as Steve plays with his curls.

“Hey, Eddie?” Steve says quietly after a moment.

“Mhmm?”

He’s quiet for a moment before Eddie tugs his hair.

“Can I wear one of your shirts? Or— Or a hoodie or something?”

Eddie grins, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Yeah, of course.” He leads him over to his closet. “Take your pick, honey.”

He leans against the wall while Steve looks, watching the way his eyes are shining, the way his fingers touch the fabric as he looks through the closet, so softly it’s like he’s scared of breaking something. He settles on a black sweatshirt that Eddie got back in ‘79, plain and heavy and bleach stained. Steve gazes at it before he lifts one of the sleeves to his face, holding it to his nose for a moment before he rubs it against his cheek softly.

Then he drops the sleeve and reaches to the collar of his shirt (a blue polo; Christian camp counsellor attire that makes Eddie’s insides turn soft), closing his eyes as he pulls it up over his head. Eddie pulls his hair over his face, looking shyly at his chest, his arms, his belly. Admiring.

He looks so soft. Wonderfully squishy.

Steve glances at Eddie and snorts as he’s pulling Eddie’s sweatshirt over his head.

“What?” he asks quietly, smiling as he fixes his hair. Eddie can hear the insecurity in his voice, hiding behind his smile.

“You’re pretty,” Eddie says, twisting the hair that’s pulled in front of his face. Steve kind of scoffs, looking at the ground, and Eddie drops his hair. “I’m serious,” he says firmly. “C’mere.”

Steve comes over shyly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and Eddie leans against the wall, looking at him. They’re about the same height. Steve is a little taller. Just a little.

“Can I touch you?” Eddie whispers when he’s close enough that their noses are brushing together. “Just here?” he adds softly, gently setting his hands on Steve’s waist. Steve nods.

Eddie carefully pulls up the hem of the sweatshirt, slipping his hands under it to find Steve’s skin. He was right.

Eddie smiles as he presses his fingers into Steve’s waist, watching as Steve smiles too, bashful as he avoids Eddie’s eyes.

“Pretty boy,” Eddie whispers, watching Steve’s cheeks turn pink. Steve shakes his head at the ground, his hands sliding up to hold Eddie’s shoulders. “Stop,” Eddie breathes, and Steve meets his eyes.

Eddie hesitates for a moment, his hands squeezing Steve’s sides gently before he speaks quietly.

“I love your body.”

Steve’s hands tighten on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Really?” Steve breathes.

“Mhmm.” Eddie kneads the soft flesh above his waistband. “So beautiful, Stevie.”

Steve’s Mona Lisa smile is back. His face relaxes as Eddie touches him, his eyes fluttering shut, and Eddie’s chest aches.

After a few silent moment Steve pushes Eddie’s shoulder back so he’s pressed against the wall, his eyes still closed as he presses their foreheads together. Eddie’s hands slide over Steve’s skin, over his waist and his back, over his belly and up under the sweatshirt further to run across his chest, which is just as soft as the rest of him.

Steve’s fingers push into Eddie’s hair when he kisses him, and Eddie tilts his head, squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his brows.

When Steve pulls away they’re both breathless, and Steve tugs him away from the wall, wrapping arms around Eddie’s neck and hugging him tightly. Eddie tilts his head enough to presses kisses to the side of Steve’s neck.

“You okay?” he asks softly after a moment, pressing his hands to the small of his back.

“Tired,” Steve breathes.

“You wanna lay down?”

“Mm.” Steve kisses him again as he pulls away. “Can you put on some music?” he asks as he goes to Eddie’s bed, still looking around the room. Spotting the ashtray on Eddie’s bedside table, the abundance of pillows Eddie’s collected over the years.

“I don’t have any Toto, babe.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says, grinning. “Play your music.”

Eddie grins and goes to shuffle through his tapes. He turns the volume down low before the music starts, and then goes to lay with Steve, who wraps his arms around him tightly, his head on Eddie’s chest, his cheek squishing against him.

“Who’s this?” Steve asks after a few moments.

“Metallica.”

Steve hums quietly. He tucks a hand under Eddie’s shirt after a moment, sliding his fingers over his skin, and Eddie drags his fingers through his hair gently.

“You okay?” Eddie asks after the song ends, just before the next one starts. It’s a heavy song, they all are, but it’s quiet enough across the room that Eddie can hear Steve speak even though his voice is soft.

“My parents… aren’t very nice to me.”

Eddie combs through his hair, looking up at the ceiling.

“I know, honey.”

“When they came home, they…” He trails off, his fingers pressing into Eddie’s flesh.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Stevie,” Eddie says softly.

“I know,” Steve says, his head shifting on Eddie’s chest. “‘S just… It’s kinda been, like… rolling around in my head all day.”

Eddie runs his other hand up Steve’s arm, squeezing at his bicep. (It’s soft.)

“What happened?”

Steve takes a deep breath, and Eddie thinks his eyes are probably closed. He plays with his hair.

“Dad… said I’m a lost cause,” Steve says finally. Eddie blinks at the ceiling. “Think he finally realised I’m not gonna follow in his footsteps, and he just… gave up on me. Which, I mean—“

He shifts again, and Eddie wonders if he can hear Eddie’s heart pounding. His hand tightens on Steve’s upper arm again.

“I guess it’s nice that he’s not gonna force me to go into his business, but it’s not— it’s not great to be, like. A disappointment. I guess.”

“Steve…”

“I know, Eddie,” Steve interrupts quietly. “‘S fine. It’s just… Whenever they come home I always know they’re gonna some shit to say. Dad’s always going on about my future, about marrying a girl from a respectable family and having a son and…”

He trails off again, and Eddie hears him swallow. Eddie’s not a girl. Or from a respectable family. But Steve’s still here in his bed, his legs tangled with Eddie’s, his fingers warm against Eddie’s skin. Eddie tugs his hair lightly. Steve sighs.

“And Mom…”

Eddie aches.

“What’s your mom say, baby?”

Steve sits up after a second, setting his chin on Eddie’s chest and looking at him, his eyes shining with vulnerability.

“You really like how I look?” he asks in a small voice. Eddie’s heart splinters like dry wood.

“Yes,” he says softly, firmly. “I love how you look, honey, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Steve blinks.

Then he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck, sighing heavily. Eddie wraps his arms around him tightly, holding him close. He cradles the back of Steve’s head in his hand tenderly, playing with his hair.

“She likes to complain about what I eat,” Steve says after a moment. “Says I’m gonna get, like, fat, and…”

“Look at me,” Eddie says, tugging his hair, and Steve lifts his head, sighing as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says softly as Motörhead sings about fire. “No matter what, even if your body changes, you’re always gonna be beautiful. Okay?”

Steve’s lips turn into a little frown, a pout.

“And your body’s gonna change eventually,” Eddie says softly. “You’re only seventeen, baby. If you’re forty-five looking like you do now, you’re weird.”

Steve giggles, lowering his chin back to Eddie’s chest. His eyelashes flutter. Eddie dies a little on the inside.

“Think that’s her problem,” he says softly.

“What do you mean?” Eddie tucks Steve’s hair back fondly.

“I think… I think she’s not happy, like, with her life. But she was… happy in high school. Prom queen and all that shit. Then she… got older. Had a baby. And now she’s just… I don’t know. Obsessed with getting back what she used to have.”

Eddie brushes his fingers over Steve’s cheek. (Also soft.)

“And I feel bad for her,” Steve says, his eyes glassy like he’s zoned out, staring at some spot by Eddie’s face. “I want her to be happy. And like… comfortable with herself. It just…” He sighs shakily. “I hate it when she says stuff like that to me. Gets stuck in my head. Like voices.”

“You’re really sweet, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, touching Steve’s cheek so lightly that it probably tickles, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind. “You ever want me to argue with those voices, you let me know.”

Steve blinks up at him, almost smiling.

“Thank you, Eddie baby.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush, and he tilts his chin up, wordlessly asking for a kiss.

Steve sits up, shifting so he’s leaning over Eddie, and he presses his smiling lips to Eddie’s, leaving a lingering kiss. When he pulls back, and Eddie opens his eyes, he’s gazing at Eddie’s lips, smiling.

“What’re you smiling at?” Eddie whispers.

Steve just leans back down and kisses him.

Five songs later, Eddie has Steve on his back underneath him, his fingers tangled in his hair, and his lips are sore, but neither of them are stopping. Steve’s legs are around Eddie’s hips, his warm hands holding Eddie’s neck. He’s letting out these soft, weak noises that work their way under Eddie’s skin, and he can feel them in his bones.

Until Eddie hears another song start, a guitar riff slower than the other songs that have played.

“This song makes me think of you,” he says after a moment, between kisses.

“Mm. Why?”

Eddie grins, pulls back and slowly leaning away from Steve, whose eyes widen. He’s smiling.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie says quietly. He pulls at Steve’s (Eddie’s) sweatshirt, making him sit up, and Steve’s eyes are sparkling. Eddie kisses him before the lyrics start.

“When I saw your face,” he sings quietly, dramatically, watching Steve’s eyes widen, his eyebrows raise. “I became a prisoner of your eyes… And I would do just anything, to stay and be with you…” He forces a rasp to his voice, knowing it’ll make Steve giggle. It works.

Steve giggles again when Eddie sings Don’t you hear me crying?

He covers his mouth with a hand that’s covered by the bleach-stained sleeve, watching and listening and giggling as Eddie serenades him dramatically, his cheeks flushing pink when Eddie caresses his face as he sings Now I’m a prisoner of your eyes… Eddie tugs his hand away to kiss him between verses.

Steve starts laughing during the next verse, cackling as Eddie persists, his eyes gleaming with tears. Good tears.

“As each day goes by…”

“Eddie—”

“I’ve given up completely…”

“Eddie, please—”

“I’ve locked myself inside your heart…” Eddie presses a hand to Steve’s chest, looking into his eyes before he sings, “And thrown away the key,” as he mimes throwing a key theatrically. Steve is still giggling, trying to catch Eddie’s hands, but Eddie won’t let him, dancing dramatically as he sings.

“You’re so annoying,” Steve laughs, trying to cover Eddie’s mouth, but Eddie catches his hands and holds them to his own cheeks as he sings louder.

Steve allows him to finish the chorus again, squealing when Eddie runs a hand over Steve’s whole face dramatically, somehow pushing him away and grabbing at him at the same time. He tugs Eddie into a kiss as Eddie is in the middle of a line, but Eddie lets him, falling forward so Steve falls onto his back again, licking into his mouth and pulling on his curls.

The lyrics stop, and the guitar riff that makes Eddie feel like he’s on top of the world starts. He leans onto his side, propping himself up on his forearm that’s resting by Steve’s head, and as Steve sucks on his lower lip, he slides a hand under the sweatshirt. Steve’s hand tightens in hair and Eddie feels his lips curve into a smile.

They kiss. And kiss. And kiss. Until Eddie’s arm is burning from holding him up, and his scalp is sore from Steve playing with his hair, and he has to pull away to gasp for breath.

But even when he pulls away to breathe, he buries his face in Steve’s neck, pressing kisses down his warm soft skin.

“You remember,” he says breathlessly between kisses. “At Munchy’s party… When I said I was gonna make you listen to Megadeth?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums softly, his fingers combing through Eddie’s curls and getting snagged. “Is this them?”

“Mhmm.” He presses kisses under Steve’s jaw and chin. Soft, soft, soft.

“They’re good.”

Eddie opens his eyes, his teeth teasing Steve’s skin.

“I like them,” Steve says casually, like it doesn’t flip Eddie’s whole world upside down, like Eddie’s blood cells aren’t glowing.

Eddie lifts his head, holding himself up shiver Steve, whose eyes open after a few moments.

“What?” Steve says softly, his voice almost disappearing under the music.

“You’re the man of my dreams.”

Steve grins so brightly his eyes squeeze shut, and he pulls Eddie back down.

They have dinner on Eddie’s bedroom floor. Frozen lasagna that Eddie presents as though it’s a home-cooked meal, and when Steve looks up at him as he takes the plate with both hands, Eddie thinks he could look into his shining eyes for the rest of his life and be happy.

He falls asleep that night with Steve’s face pressed into his neck, his warm breath on Eddie’s skin, and a hand pressed under Steve’s sweatshirt (Eddie thinks maybe Steve will just keep it.) to knead at his waist until he feels Steve relax completely, heavy against Eddie.

part 14

read the whole thing on AO3

tagging: @justalittlefungi @uvgroovy (comment to be tagged in part 14!!) (i think most ppl are following along ao3 now but whatever love u guys)

[revenant-dumpster-fire]

One of my friends got a warning from EA for their name being "Shit Grass, Eat Ass". (I had the duo name "Skate Fast, Smoke Grass" which was apparently fine.)

Either they managed to kill a developer or someone reported them specifically, because I have seen astronomically worse names in the kill feed on a regular basis, and personally I love the things people come up with.

Legitimately I don't even know why they care when the ESRB reliquinshes the company of all liability the moment the player goes online. It's not like there's a slur in there or anything. Why can't people be silly?

All this to say,

God forbid Apex Legends players do anything and have fun with it.

Anyways don't think to hard about this post, I just found humor in it.

[coldflasher]

the flash should have ended with barry quitting his job at ccpd to become a stay-at-home husband and that's on that

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.

[mifithemuffin]

omg I haven't noticed it before but in manga Zack uses "Ray" waaay before "what was your name again" interaction at the end of B4

as translators for some reason like to use names/nicknames when there's none in the original I went to double check

and would you look at that, it's still "Ray!" in jp ver

Kudan-sensei????? why would you so casually throw her nickname in there like it's nothing??? do you imply Zack's been calling her "Ray" in his head all this time?? then why does he need a confirmation of her name like 50 pages later????

[littlestarprincess]

. . . I hate when people mistake "the narrative doesn't explore this female character's interiority" with "this female character is dumb and helpless".

It's better when they say "passive" because at least that is something you can concretely see or not see, but . . . when you don't see anything of a female character's thought processes and default to assuming she's "dumb and helpless" that says more about you than anything else.

[niteshade925]

I can see how the regional phenomena in totk is basically totk's version of a modern 4 horsemen of the apocalypse: pollution (the sludge), addiction (marbled rock roast), climate change (the extreme blizzard; admittedly this one is a bit of a stretch), and pestilence/infectious disease (the giant mosquito boss and the undead gibdo). Which, hey, references to real life issues, great, but what I didn't like so much was how you can just solve puzzles and fight bosses--basically have a handful of big name heroes running around doing tasks--and the water will magically clear up, the addicts will magically become normal people again, the extreme storms will magically dissipate, and the pestilence will magically disappear. Real life does not work that way. I know, I know, it's a game why you taking it so seriously blah blah, but I'm just saying, we have to remember that for any of these problems to be solved, it takes a lot of effort and cooperation from a lot of people to accomplish, and that's definitely an understatement.

[reinedeslys-central]

so like sometimes it's only been a couple hours after you've eaten and you're wondering if you're wondering if you're hungry - but maybe you're just, like, hungry in your head, right? Not actually hungry? So you don't need to eat because that would be overeating, like at a buffet where you stop eating when your stomach feels like it's going to burst? wrong your stomach has an early warning system

no yeah fast forward to two hours later when you're kinda lowkey starving and you go, oh. huh. bodies don't lie.

listen to your organs y'all 😅