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radioducky · 27 days
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otteranha · 1 year
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Eddie’s worrying himself sick over this weird change in Steve, the sudden secretiveness- telling Eddie he was driving Erica and her minions to get ice cream when Lucas told him that Erica was grounded, abandoning their shared hamper and tossing his dirty clothes straight into the washer, and whenever Eddie comes home Steve’s always freshly showered.
Eddie is heartsick but he has to face the truth- Steve is cheating on him. He wants so badly not to believe it but he has to know, he has to know. The next time Steve heads out on one of his bullshit errands while he thinks Eddie has band practice, Eddie follows him.
And that is how he finds out that Steve is going behind his back…. and playing pick up basketball in the park.
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bri-cheeses · 1 month
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Dorcas stares as pink and red confetti starts falling over Evan’s head. They’re currently seated at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, and it happens to be Valentine’s Day.
“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer,” Dorcas tells him, eyebrows raised in mirth. Her fork is paused halfway between her plate and her mouth, food forgotten in favor of poking fun.
Evan’s surprised and somewhat confused expression turns into a frown as he starts swiping at the confetti, which has gotten thicker and has started to fall much more frequently.
“Yeah,” he replies, hands swatting around his head, “because it’s such a big secret as to who it is.” He sends a meaningful look to Barty, who’s seated just left of him.
In response to that accusation, Barty simply grins and says in an unconvincingly innocent voice, “Don’t look at me, I have no idea who would do such a thing.”
“Right,” Evan says, “because you’d never do such a thing in your life. Showering me in confetti just sounds so unlike your subtle touch. Wish my “secret admirer” would send me chocolate instead of all this confetti, though.”
Barty lifts his hands in a “don’t-mind-me” gesture, shaking his head slightly. It might have been a slightly more convincing act if he hadn’t had a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “Still don’t know what you’re looking at me for, though.”
There’s a sudden burst of laughter from Dorcas. Traces of her amusing are evident on her face as she looks back towards Evan and says, “Yeah, well, I personally can’t blame you for wanting chocolate instead of a cloud of confetti. You better hope that thing doesn’t follow you around all day.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for chocolate,” Evan promises, shooting a dirty look at Barty before mumbling a quick “Finite incantatem” at the confetti.
Oddly enough, the counter jinx isn’t enough to stop the flow of red and pink. The continued falling of confetti despite his best efforts causes Evan to huff a defeated sigh and simply give up. He goes back to eating his breakfast, not bothering to ask Barty how to get the confetti to stop, because he knows that Barty will deny knowing anything. Sometimes, Evan thinks that his boyfriend is going to be the death of him.
Thankfully, however, the confetti stops once he’s walked out of the Great Hall, step in step with Barty as they head to their upcoming class.
“It’s stopped,” Evan comments as soon as he’s noticed the absence of red and pink, looking up in disbelief. “How’d you do that?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Barty says, smiling up at the ceiling.
Evan simply shakes his head at Barty’s antics, then grabs his hand and drags him off to class.
Their classes leading up until lunch pass without incident, thankfully. Well, without a Valentine’s Day related incident, at least. (Not without any accidents entirely, because one of the Hufflepuff girls was so bad a casting a certain spell that it caused the Charms room to be filled with the smell of rotten eggs, but luckily the odor dissipated after only a minute or two).
So, after the incident in Charms, Barty and Evan find themselves walking to the Great Hall for lunch, trying to get the smell of rotten eggs out of their noses. As they walk together, Evan has the feeling that it’s almost past time for his “secret admirer” to strike again. His gaze slides to Barty, but Barty’s expression gives nothing away—good or bad.
Walking into the Great Hall does nothing to stop Evan’s growing apprehension (though the smell of lunch food does help with the egg problem), and he looks up to see if the cloud of confetti has returned. To Evan’s relieved surprise, it hasn’t.
Off to his left comes a small laugh, no doubt Barty realizing why Evan suddenly looked up at the ceiling. Evan nudges him with his elbow to get him to stop, but it doesn’t have the intended effect. Rather, Barty simply drags them closer to Slytherin table, then plops down at his usual spot.
Evan, however, remains standing, eyeing his seat warily.
“What?” Barty says playfully, noticing Evan’s hesitation, “It’s not like it’s going to bite or anything.”
“Right, but you’ll excuse me if I’m a little worried it might turn my hair pink, or something as equally ridiculous.”
Barty’s laugh is easily forthcoming, and mischief dances in his eyes as he says, “Well, if it’ll make you feel better, you can always sit on my lap instead.”
He pats his lap invitingly, but Evan opts to simply sit on the wooden bench. No need to cause a scene at the lunch table, right?
Thankfully, his hair does not turn pink, and nothing out of the ordinary happens for the entirety of lunch.
No, the next gift from his admirer becomes evident only after he’s finished eating, as Evan goes to pick his bag back up.
Somehow, over the course of one lunch, its contents have managed to triple in weight. So Evan looks down into his bag to see what caused the sudden change, then shoots an incredulous glance towards Barty. Barty’s still working on finishing his food and is steadfastly ignoring what is happening to the right of him. But the fact that the corner of his mouth has turned up into a smirk gives him away instantly.
“Barty,” Evan calls to get him to look over, a sarcastic tint coloring his words, “you want some chocolate, by any chance?”
He turns his bag to Barty, opening it up. Barty doesn’t look at all surprised to see a multitude of wrapped chocolates filling the bag up to the brim, and his expression is gleeful as he chirps out a mischievous “Sure!” and takes a chocolate.
Unwrapping it, he pops it into his mouth and smiles at Evan as he chews. “You know,” he says, after having finished it, “this admirer of yours is incredibly smart. They even got you your favorite type of chocolate and everything.”
Evan raises his eyebrows at him. “Yeah, he must be incredibly wise to do such a thing.”
“Now now, Evan,” Barty cuts in, waggling a finger at Evan. “You mustn’t assume that this secret admirer is a guy, you know. It could be anyone.”
“Whatever you say, dearest,” Evan replies, then gets up and blows a kiss at Barty, walking backwards before turning around to go meet up with Pandora.
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From there, everything is normal. Barty is his usual flirty self, the castle is decked out in pink and red, and Evan eats a ridiculous amount of chocolate as he goes throughout his day. Everything is fine, that is, until dinner.
The problem with dinner is not that there is confetti or that there are hundreds of chocolates. No, it is that every item of food that Evan touches turns to some shade of red.
His water turns into a bright shade of fuchsia as soon as his lips touch it, his main dish becomes colored with deep reds and pale pinks, and even the cheesecake he has for desert turns into a lovely magenta shade as he eats it.
Maybe it shouldn’t make Evan smile as much as it does, but by the time that dinner is over, he’s laughing so much that he can hardly finish his brightly colored cheesecake.
Barty, of course, still denies everything. But his expression is incredibly fond as he gazes at his boyfriend, drinking in Evan’s every smile.
That night, Barty excuses himself from dinner early, but not without slipping a folded piece of paper into Evan’s pocket. Evan doesn’t notice right away, too busy laughing alongside Dorcas and Pandora.
However, Evan does notice the parchment during a break in the conversation some time later. Sliding the paper from his pocket, he unfolds it to find a simple note. “Come up to the dorm,” it says. Evan smiles as he takes it in, eyes sliding back over the words. It’s written in Barty’s handwriting, slightly crooked but endearingly so.
“I’ve gotta go,” he says as he stands, attempting to make a smooth exit.
From the look on Regulus’s face, he doesn’t quite manage it. “Do I want to know?” Regulus asks, grimacing.
Evan grins. “Depends on what it is, doesn’t it? Anyways, bye guys, I’ll see you later.”
There’s a mumbled chorus of goodbyes, and Evan grabs his bag. (Which happens to be noticeably lighter than it was at lunch, but we don’t need to talk about that).
Walking through the halls at this specific hour is a bit odd, because almost everyone is at dinner. There’s no one wandering about the castle as Evan makes his way to the dorm, his footsteps echoing loudly on the gray stones.
He gives this week’s password as he nears the common room, passing through it in order trek up the stairs that lead to the boys’ dorms.
As he pushes the door to his dorm open, he doesn’t know what he expects. Whatever he does expect, however, is not what he finds.
Barty is standing in the middle of the room, wearing a wide grin. And in his hands is a bouquet of gorgeous roses, their petals a deep red color.
Evan’s mouth falls slightly open as he takes in the scene, crossing over to Barty to fawn over the flowers.
Tracing a finger along one of the rose’s petals, he whispers softly, “Where did you get these? They’re beautiful.”
Barty shrugs, but Evan can tell that he’s pleased by the reaction he’s gotten. “Magicians never tell their secrets, Evs.”
Evan hums at that, taking the flowers from Barty’s outstretched hands. “Well, either way, thank you. They’re really, really pretty. ”
“Only for you,” Barty replies, gazing at Evan, who looks up and smiles shyly at him.
A thought then occurs to Evan, and he pauses for a second before asking, “Do you have a vase for these? I don’t want them to die.”
“Oh, uh, hold on one sec—“ Barty rifles through his pockets as if he’s going to find a vase there, and Evan looks on in amused silence.
After minute of confused rummaging, Evan realizes that Barty’s looking for his wand—which happens to be tucked right behind his ear.
“Barty,” he says, amusement lacing his words, “your wand’s right here.” He reaches out a hand and slides the wand out of place, then presents it to his bemused boyfriend.
“Oh, right,” Barty says, reaching out to take it, “I put it there so I wouldn’t forget where it was, you know.”
“Only you, Bee,” Evan says, smiling as Barty conjures a vase to put the bouquet in. Evan takes the vase from him and puts the roses in it, then walks over to his bedside table. He sets the vase down, positing it just so, and admires the roses for several moments.
“They really are lovely,” Evan says, still looking at the flowers. He turns around. “Thank you.”
Barty smiles. “Can’t resist the opportunity to lavish my boyfriend with gifts and chocolate and confetti, now can I?”
“Ah yes, my “secret admirer” has struck again, hasn’t he?”
“You know it,” Barty quips, swaying closer.
Evan closes the distance between them, tilting his face up towards Barty’s. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, lips brushing against Barty’s. Barty kisses him in response, smiles lingering on both of their mouths.
“Happy Valentine’s,” Barty whispers back.
All in all, it’s the best Valentine’s either of them has had. And it doesn’t hurt that the chocolate lasts for weeks, either.
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Shinra Propaganda poster for the new comic.
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I’ve always maintained that Jon is as much like Catelyn as he is like Ned. There’s a ruthless practicality they both share, and a lot of their chapters are back to back in order to highlight this, I think. Jon is willing to do the dirty, terrible thing, or the “cowardly” option, if it means at the end of the day that someone is saved, and it’s so much like Catelyn, who cares more about her family and people being safe than the honorable method. They both are “the ends justified the means” if the ends are important enough. I really do think that Jon follows the words “Family, Duty, Honor” in that order the most out of the Starklings, which is ofc ironic for obvious reasons, since Jon’s treatment is like the ultimate culmination of Catelyn’s ruthless practicality and her house words. (Since she rightly views Jon as a threat, but can’t do anything about the actual perpetrator of both her and Jon’s situation.) Thats why I think Jon’s approach where family and duty supersedes honor, is like his ultimate legacy from Catelyn, or something. And also “Family, Duty, Dishonour” sounds very cool.
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readyforthegarden · 4 months
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what if jake is being chaotic and they’re posting b&w photos of him everywhere bc he’s actually announcing rep tv for the ultimate grestie/swiftie crossover??? what iiiiffff????
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2008hondacivic · 9 months
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Antler Queen Alumni Club!
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candiedstardust · 2 months
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Finally got a pillow for my guy ♥️😭 Best $60 I’ve ever spent
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you know getting tied up and offered to an evil dragon as a pretty little fleshlight wouldn’t necessarily fix all my problems but it would at least fix my problem of not being stuffed with fat dragon dick all the time
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robinverse · 11 months
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Jason Todd should have a sort of hauntingly beautiful face that when he takes off his mask you have a moment where ur chest squeezes right bc he doesn’t look like a boy who should be where he is. He looks young and his eyes are beautiful and sad.
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sacrificethelamb · 6 months
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haven’t had internet for a while, im gonna continue not having it for a bit too
sorry y’all
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2383-lines-of-code · 1 year
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they didn’t let dazai say fuck 😭😭😭
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likeawildflower · 3 months
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softer-ua · 2 years
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I ship Todoroki with both himbo Inasa and pothead Sero
Call that being caught between a stoner and a hard place🥁✨
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doodling-fern · 1 year
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This came to me in a Vision. I have no explanation.
Sorry for the tiny text :(
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A chart titled “The Justice League Titty Window Index” with three columns and three rows, labeled in the style of a table top role play game morality table. Each cell of the table has a drawing of a member of the Justice League.
Lawful Positive is a drawing of Martian Manhunter, wearing his usual costume and looking straight ahead. There is a text bubble above his head, which says “has one in cannon” and a smiley face.
Neutral Postive is a drawing of Hawk Girl, who is standing with her hands on her hips and wearing no shirt. Her text bubble says “Bold of you to assume that I wear shirts”
Chaotic Positive is a drawing of Hal Jordan, wearing a green leotard with a cutout where the normal Green Lantern logo is. The cutout as well as his arms and legs is covered with a sheer white fishnet material. He is standing with a hip cocked and making a peace sign with one hand. His text bubble says “Has been waiting for an excuse to dress like a Sapphire”.
Lawful Neutral is Wonder Woman, angled slightly to the left. She is wearing a blue dress with a low scoop neck and a red scarf draped across her upper chest, leaving some cleavage exposed. Her text bubble says “impractical for battle, but fun for fashion”.
True Neural is Cyborg, looking confused and wearing a teal long-sleeved shirt with a square cutout in the center chest. His bubble says “doesn’t have tits to window”. The word “have” is emphasized.
Chaotic Neural has both Green Arrow and Aqua Man. Green Arrow is dressed in his usual outfit, but there is a cutout shaped like an upward pointing arrow on his chest. Aqua man is wearing a teal tunic with a scoop neck that exposes the entire middle portion of his chest. He is also wearing a thick collar-like necklace. They are looking at each other with pleased expressions. Their text bubble says “my wife will love this”. The word “love” is emphasized.
Lawful Negative is a very blurry picture of Barry Allen as the Flash. No clear features are discernable, other than a feeling of panic. His text bubble says “puts on another sweater puts on another sweater puts on another sweater”.
Neutral Negative is Clark Kent, looking down with a sad expression. He is wearing a blue button down shirt, where a few of the buttons have popped off, exposing his chest. His text bubble says “boobs too big, shirt broke again”. The word “again” is in parentheses.
Chaotic Negative is a picture of Batman, as the batblob, with a cutout in the shape and placement of the Batman symbol. Behind him, in fainter colors, is a doodle labeled “Brucie Wayne”. He is wearing a pink crop top with a heart cutout and magenta pants. His text bubble says “already loosing to the whore allegations”. The word “whore” is emphasized with a trademark symbol next to it.
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owtenen · 11 months
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okay so tbh to give etho back some of his rizz this microphone is perfect for a tissue box. even tho arguably he should probably get a better mic, it’s still not weird or clunky, doesn’t have any weird extra bits or features, and it has a big enough base to make it so the audio isnt weird due to…. being in the tissue box
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not saying it’s still absolutely ridiculous, but i just found it interesting as someone who works with microphones and audio equipment/systems. out of all the mics ccs use, i would argue this one is best fit for etho’s tissue box mic stand
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