#bff agenda

[edwinspaynes]

ALL MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

[proxythe]

akihiko & yukari r like this 🤞

[slkflowr]

is anyone else still missing knb in 2023…☹️🏀

[dirtytransmasc]

hey, friendly reminder, spider's iconic bow shot:

was his almost instantaneous reaction to one of the recom's putting their hands on Tuk. He then has to be convinced by both his siblings to put the bow down and keeps it trained on the recom holding Tuk.

when Quaritch approaches Spider, Tuk hisses at him (hard to see in photo cause they were little baby hisses)

when Jake tells spider to get "them" out of there, spider immediatly calls for Tuk (and grabs Kiri)

now for some cuter snippets

and when Tuk goes to egg on and tease Lo'ak, she hides behind her big brother, and Spider looks amused in the way a big brother is equally amused and tired of their little sisters antics (he's probably defended her, whether she was the one who needed defending or not, many times, especially when it comes to Lo'ak)

and she runs for both Kiri and Spider when the war party returns, making it clear she hangs out with them quite often.

my conclusion? she and Spider are besties, no one puts their hands on his baby sister, I rest my case.

[minnieeeworld]

(not femstars)

…..

[petitesmafia]

can you imagine ADA!Chuuya. it's a quiet day in the ADA office bc Dazai's been out handling tasks and Chuuya's getting some paperwork done when he suddenly feels a Bad Vibe™ and he and Kunikida IMMEDIATELY make eye contact across the room. 

(—two seconds later Dazai strolls in.)

Chuuya and Kunikida don't say a single word. they just communicate with their eyes like

Chuuya: 👀 i thought u said he'd be gone the WHOLE DAY Kunikida: 👀 HE WAS Chuuya: 👀 WHY IS HE BACK ALREADY Kunikida: 👀 IDK?? Dazai: are u guys having a staring contest

Dazai: wowww so i was out doing work while u guys were busy gazing into each other's eyes...tsk Kunikida: 👀 do something about this we still have 4 reports that need to be done by end of day we can't have him distracting us from the deadline Chuuya: 👀 wdym YOU do something i just got hired

notes: art by Nikki based on this!

[jacarandaaaas]

thank you Readly app for feeding us🙏

[whereistim]

Headcanon

When Bart and Kon hear about Tim’s bad year, Bart makes a therapeutic shit list of Gothimites he has beef with. It helps them remember who’s most likely to be good for Tim in a bad situation. It’s on a whiteboard hanging in the games room at Titans Tower, and the rating is based on points, if there has been apologies the penalty points are lessened. Those at the top have done little wrong.

There are occasional changes to it over the years but Helena always stays at bestie levels. And for Alfred’s photo they just use the old tumblr anon picture.

(Oracle isn’t on the list bcus they assume she’ll know as soon as they know of any need to contact family)

[samijey]

Too far, Kevin 💀💀

[bit-odd-innit]

[A lil thing based on my list of bands Steve and Eddie would both like, specifically ELO]

Robin must recognize the near-imperceptible click his jaw makes when he yawns, the one that allegedly "drives her insane,” because when she picks the phone up the phone she barks, “WHEN are you coming home?”

Eddie chuckles. “Hello to you, my closest compatriot! You flatter me! I had no idea my absence would be so acutely felt.”

“I welcomed your absence!”

“Ouch.”

“Fool that I am, I believed your absence would grant me respite! Four blissful days without your utterly barf-inducing honeymoon phase, blech. ”

“It saddens me that you have allowed so much hate into your heart.

“Instead I’m subjected to���“

Eddie can HEAR her exaggerated pout through the phone.

“Where’s Eddie? What do you think Eddie’s doing right now? If I go outside and look up at the moon do you think Eddie is looking at the same moon? Put a bullet in my head.”

In the background he hears a faint “is that him?” And his heart flips over and bares it’s belly.

There’s a scuffle on the other end of the line, smacks of flesh on flesh interspersed with hushes of, “Fuck you.” “Fuck YOU.”  Then there’s a thump, a squawk of defiance, and a breathy, flirtatious, “Hey,” and Eddie has to lean his full weight onto the shoulder as his knees give out. “Hey.” The bank of payphones in Jeff’s dorm’s lobby don’t offer a lot of privacy so he pivots to press his face into the cool, white-painted cinderblock. “Whatcha doin’?” “There’s been a development.” A shuffle, a hiss of a needle hitting a record, a giggle.  “My raise came through,” Steve says, “And I made a purchase.”

“Oh?” Eddie asks as the distant rumble of music mounts.  “I got the cordless. And now I can do this.”  There’s a slight feedback screech and then, “🎵 In myyyyy blue world...🎵” and Eddie’s glad Steve can’t see him claw his hair across his face. “🎵 I turn to stone when you are gone I turn to stone I turn to stone, when you comin' home I can't go on...🎵 ” Steve’s voice is shaky and teasing and warm as he sings along. Eddie swoons against the cement wall, thinks, oh, okay, you’re It for me. “Not hearing a lot of feedback...?” “Baby.” And he punches the word with as much feeling as he can, pummels it with the word he wants to say but can’t, the word that’s sat dense and heavy in his chest since the moment he opened his eyes in a hospital room, felt his hand squeezed in reassurance. “Baby,” he says, again. “Mm,” Steve says, and it sounds like come home. “I’m on the first bus out.” “Okay,” he hears the same time Robin says, “Fucking WHIPPED.” “I’m going to kick Robin’s ass.” “No you’re not NO HE’S NOT” “No I’m not.” He beams. “I can’t wait to see you again.” “Of course you can’t,” he says as through Eddie can’t hear him climbing through the phone to get to him.  “You bought the ELO album for me?” he asks, and melts as Steve replies, “Honey I bought it for us.” Later he flops onto the air mattress in Jeff’s dorm, screams into the pillow. He looks up at Jeff, smiling like he still hasn’t adjusted to moving his mouth without braces. Wide, loose lipped, gummy. “You love him, don’t you?” He grumbles. He does.

[laundrybiscuits]

“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”

“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”

“Jesus. No shit?”

“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”

She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”

Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.

But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.

The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.

Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.

“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”

Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”

Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.

“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

[blousemouse]

Cat and Jean are BEST FRIENDS and I love that for him

[lesbian-arthur-pendragon]

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny with a *ehem* request.

So we’ve seen catboy Des with Edward, shipcat extraordinaire. We’ve seen catboy Des with Connor, the cat whisperer. Soooooo, Haytham? Any…thoughts?

I don’t know why but I feel like I’ve written a HayDes Catboy Desmond idea before but it was modern day last year. I don’t know if I’m remembering it correctly or if the ideas I’ve done have started to jumble up so let’s focus on the past for this one.

Desmond would be that one stray cat that keeps bothering Haytham and judging his every action.

Haytham didn’t even know he was a catboy until a few months after he first realized he had a stalker.

He assumed Desmond was an Assassin sent to kill him and is bidding his time.

… and making his life miserable.

Desmond as Haytham’s (arguably) catboy is the type of cat that would stare at his supposed owner as he slowly push an expensive vase.

Haytham would say no and Desmond would stop for a bit but the moment he looks away, he’d slowly push the vase again until Haytham turns around and tells him no.

That’s the kind of dynamic they have.

… if the expensive vase was to be replaced by every carefully thought of plans the Templars had at the moment.

And Desmond is absolutely doing it on purpose.

And the worst thing about this entire thing?

Desmond is doing this because he’s bored.

Ratonhnhaké:ton won’t be born for years and Haytham is still trying to climb up the ladder in the Templar hierarchy.

He wasn’t naive. Desmond doesn’t think Haytham Kenway could ever be naive… well… after his father’s death anyway.

But he didn’t have any real connection to the Brotherhood sooooo…

Bothering Haytham Kenway it was.

Unraveling Templar plans…

Saving Assassins before they meet their doom…

Being an all out nuisance to him, all the while letting him rise through the ranks.

Because…

Well…

Desmond couldn’t change Haytham’s life… yet.

Not until he’s sure Ratonhnhaké:ton is born.

.

So HayDes Catboy Desmond would definitely be more enemies to lovers with UST, their relationship won’t bloom until Haytham and Kaniehtí:io broke up (and Ratonhnhaké:ton is along the way). Their relationship would turn to more physical by then but they would also break up because Desmond believed Haytham thinks of him as his rebound fling and he goes to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s tribe, acting like a second parent/uncle to Ratonhnhaké:ton.

So when they meet again, Haytham has to deal with two of his exes who have been raising his son as bffs who definitely have been trashtalking him.

[aroacesigma]

seeing sskk and atsulucy shippers fighting is so sad to watch . come with me guys i'll take you to this beautiful thing called a poly ship

[purpleghoul87]

Mike & Charlie at the movies :)