In The Hedgehod (and One Million Blue Whales) I love the part about Tony being insecure about his skin because he's aging and Steve kind of stays the same.
What about his hair? Is Tony bothered by getting gray too? I don't recall that detail being brought up but I think about it a lot; because, we all love older tony, and I feel like Steve would too, but how does Tony feel?
frankie 💗 thank you so much for sending this ask because i love thinking of hedgehog!verse steve and tony in any and all scenarios. 🥹
i didn't think about tony's hair when writing the fic because it is set in an ambiguous 2012-2014 era, so he wasn't a silver fox daddy yet; however, thinking of it now, i am almost certain he was already dying his hair at that point. he did it secretly, because he didn't want his perfect boyfriend to acknowledge that *gasp* tony is human and dares to show signs of aging. but the day steve caught him, they had a long conversation about aging and insecurities and 'you can do whatever you want to feel confident, and it's okay, but you're so beautiful, and i definitely have a thing for gray hairs' and that was definitely motivating enough for tony...
and, as we know, steve does age — just slower. and he wants to age alongside his life partner. so the day he found a gray hair, he ran to tony with so much excitement, and they both celebrated 🥹🥹
fic for context
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Hello fellow lettuce phalanges enjoyer! What is your favorite episode of Salad fingers?
AHH thats such a tricky one
I don’t think i have a favorite, i also haven’t watched the episodes in a bit since i got obsessed with undertale again LOL
but hmmm i really like Friends, Picnic, Cupboard, and Glass Brother a ton!!! those I would say are my favorites :3
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HIIII! Does anyone wanna rub my belly :3
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Saw your post about identifying as pangender and I don't know if your tag asking for advice was genuine but always remember that you can use whatever labels you want! You can be a pangender bigender genderfluid transmasc all at once, you don't have to give up labels, you can just add new ones. I'm not sure if that's helpful but either way I'm sure you'll figure it out, I believe in you internet stranger!
NOONIE!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY guys my gender labels collection is growing.... i think i'll just say i'm pangender when ppl ask me my gender but yeah!!! you are right!!!! and pangender is basically being all and every gender at once so!!!!!!
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.
Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.
And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.
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is it alright to call you James?? or would u prefer Jupiter??
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HI NOONIE!!! both are good!!! use the one you want!!! use both!!!!
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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