#i am loving it so far

[captain-k8kat]

So far, I don't like lies of p as much as I like bloodborne, though that's not saying much because I love bloodborne more than any other game. Lies of P is still a really excellent game.

[unclewaynemunson]

For your follower milestone writing prompts

I love stuff about Wayne and Steve. Anything that includes Wayne going on the arc "dislike/distrust/suspicion" (for good reasom) of Steve to "This is now my Son(in-law) who I have Also Adopted."

Even better if there's a parallel arc of Steve doing the "This is how to be Super Charming to Parents!" then not knowing what to do when the fake charm doesn't wokr on Wayne then learning he can actually be honest with and trust Wayne as a parental figure.

And Eddie struggling in the beginning because two people he loves aren't connecting and he doesn't know how to fix it until maybe he engineers some scenarios to get Steve and Wayne to spend more time together and maybe some work or maybe they don't. Maybe he even tries to get help from the rest of the party.

Nothing is better than the moment after everything gets worked out though, where Eddie gets to be with everyone he loves and they all love each other too.

Aaaah thank you so much for dropping this one in my inbox! I love everything about this so I tried to cram it all into one oneshot, you can read it below the cut.

(If you prefer reading it on ao3 you can also do that here)

Basketball night

'Eddie's uncle hates me.' Steve groaned as he let himself dramatically fall onto Robin's bed; Robin uttered a pained scream when he bumped into her knee while doing so.

'And what makes you think he hates you?' Nancy asked, lifting her head slightly out of Robin's lap to look at Steve's face.

'I know he hates me,' Steve stated. He tried his very best not to sound offended or whiny, but failed quite miserably. 'He always looks at me all judgy and he sounds, like, angry or annoyed when he talks to me. I thought maybe he had a problem with Eddie dating a dude, but Eddie assured me that that's not the case. And I'm happy that he doesn't hate Eddie for being gay, but it means that he has a problem with Eddie dating me and that sucks. I've been using all my Harrington charm, but none of it is working. He barely even talks to me!'

'Your Harrington charm?' Robin repeated. It sounded skeptical.

'What's wrong with that?!' Steve defended himself. 'Everybody likes getting flowers and homemade dinners, right? I've basically been the perfect son-in-law!'

'Oh, Steven.' Robin sighed and shook her head, gaining herself a giggle from Nancy.

' What?! '

'You're being the perfect son-in-law to some picture-perfect suburban mother. Wayne Munson is none of those things. He's not like Nancy's mom, he's a single dad who lives in a trailer park! You can't woo him with your Harrington charm , he hates everything that stands for!'

Steve groaned again; Robin was right, of course, and it meant that he was doomed.

'Goddamnit. He'll hate me forever.'

'No he won't,' Nancy told him. Her curls were all messy and disarranged around her face, thanks to Robin constantly combing through them with her fingers. 'You just need another approach. Drop the Harrington charm; just be Steve. Cut the crap with the flowers and the empty pretty words. Show him . Show him how much you care about Eddie. Show him you're there to stay. Show him you're not full of bullshit.'

Steve inhaled sharply. 'And how the hell do I do that?'

'You just show up. And you keep showing up. And you stop trying too hard.'

She made it sound so easy.

---

'My uncle hates my boyfriend.'

'Can you blame him? Your boyfriend is acting like a complete lunatic around him.'

Eddie froze halfway through bringing a handful of Doritos to his mouth.

'Are you spying on us?!' he exclaimed.

'It's not like I have anything better to do,' Max said with a gesture to her wheelchair. 'And it's so much fun to see Steve being all pathetic with your uncle. I think he's scared of him.' The malicious grin around her lips reminded Eddie a little too much of his own younger self.

'Oh, he's definitely scared of him,' he answered. 'It's painful and cute at the same time.'

'Nah, just painful.'

Eddie rolled his eyes at that, then sighed. 'I don't know what to do about it, man! I want them to get along!'

'Just let the boy suffer!' Max yelled back at him. 'Don't you dare take my prime source of joy away from me!'

'Jesus, you're useless! Why did I even ask a twelve-year-old for advice anyway?'

'I'm fifteen!'

'Sure you are.'

Eddie moved to get up from the floor, where he had been sitting cross-legged, and it worked immediately.

'No no no, Eddie, don't leave! I can give you advice!'

He let himself slide back onto the floor, grinning at his friend. 'I'm listening.'

'You should get them to bond over some shared interest. They must have something in common, right? Don't they both like basketball? You can organize like a basketball night, have them cheer for the same team, bond over sports...'

Eddie groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He hated how good this idea was. 'Fucking hell, Red, you're gonna make me watch basketball ?'

---

'Basketball night ?' Steve repeated with emphasis when he heard Eddie's proposal. 'Can you repeat this for me? Eddie Munson is inviting me over to watch basketball with him? Should I get worried that Vecna's back? Are you cursed?'

Eddie's sigh sounded distorted through the horn of the phone; Steve liked the idea of Eddie's breath traveling the distance between them, all the way through the chords of their phones and ending up right in his ear.

'Don't be all smug and annoying about this, man,' Eddie told him. 'I'm only doing this for you. You should be grateful.'

Steve chuckled. 'Oh, I am. Very grateful. If this means I'll be spending the whole evening cuddled up against you on that tiny couch of yours...'

'It does. I wouldn't be suggesting this if I didn't get anything out of it as well.'

But what Eddie apparently had forgotten to mention, was that his uncle would also be there. And with Mr. Munson's disapproving gaze on him all the time, it suddenly became a lot less appealing to be too touchy with Eddie. He would never admit it out loud, but he was a little bit scared of him: he always looked like he was ready to punch Steve in the face if he dared to even touch his nephew. Steve had been extremely relieved when Eddie had told him that it was out of protectiveness and not out of hatred for gay people, but it still didn't make the man any less intimidating.

He remembered his conversation with Robin and Nancy: drop the bullshit, cut the crap with the pretty words, just show him. And he really tried to do just that, but when Eddie went to the bathroom and left the two of them alone in front of the tv, he couldn't help but clear his throat and try some more pretty words – just one more time.

'Look, Mr. Munson, I really care a lot about your nephew. And I just wanna say... I wanna thank you, for allowing me to spend so much time here. That means a lot. My own parents, they – they have never really been around much, and it gets a bit lonely sometimes, for me in that house. So um, I'm really grateful that you're opening up your home to me.'

'Your folks ain't around much, huh?'

'No, they don't really...' Steve cleared his throat again. He figured he might as well be honest about it. 'They kinda gave up on me when I didn't get into college. And they'll probably disown me as soon as they meet Eddie.' He shrugged. 'It'll be worth it, though.'

Mr. Munson stared at him for a couple of long seconds. 'Eddie never told me 'bout that.'

'Yeah, well, I don't want him to worry about it. It's fine.'

Another couple of seconds passed as Wayne kept watching him. Suddenly, the man didn't seem so intimidating anymore. There was a softness in his eyes that Steve had only seen there before when he was looking at Eddie.

'You'll always have a place here,' Wayne finally said. 'It ain't much, but we can make room for one more, whenever you need it.'

---

'Goodnight!' Eddie yelled at his uncle in passing as he headed out of his bedroom and to the front door.

'Where you going?'

'The Hideout, with Stevie.'

'Alright, have fun,' Wayne answered. 'Tell him not to forget basketball night.'

Eddie stopped in his tracks, his hand freezing in the air on its way to open the door.

' Basketball night?' he repeated in a shrill voice. He let himself fall down onto the chair opposite his uncle and gasped loudly. 'You're doing basketball night again? With Steve?! And you didn't invite me?!'

'Yeah.' His uncle, completely unfazed by Eddie's dramatics, barely glanced up from his newspaper.

' You're hanging out with my boyfriend and I'm not invited?!'

'You don't like basketball. And it's on the same night as Hellfire. We decided to make it a weekly thing.'

' A weekly thing?!'

' Yeah, we don't wanna bore you with it. It's nice to watch with someone who actually cares for a change.'

'Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. I hate this. I hate you. I hate both of you.'

But Wayne only chuckled and shook his head softly. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'We're not forgetting 'bout you, we're gonna go to the Hideout together next Tuesday.'

Eddie gasped again, but this time, it was a delighted gasp instead of an offended one.

'Are you being serious right now?!'

'Course I am,' his uncle said.

Eddie could picture it so clearly already: Wayne and Steve, side by side at Eddie's gig, watching him on the murky old stage of the Hideout, both with a beer in one hand and awkwardly nodding along to the music, looking completely out of place in two vastly different ways. It filled him with nothing but pure joy that they would do that for him; that they would be there together.

'He's a good kid. Make sure not to lose him, 'kay?'

Eddie couldn't even begin to express how much it meant to hear his uncle say those words. 'Wasn't planning to,' he said in a choked voice.

Wayne nodded. 'Good. I may have to disown you if you do.'

[zivazivc]

I feel like I have some of the most random headcanons. but I am lowkey obsessed with the fact that John Dory is so much older than Branch that he potentially could have dated their friends'/peers' parents, and/or anything else funny and possibly entertaining that the large age difference entails lmaokskssbcdsbcjdh

edit: part two

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[saessenach]

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.

[calocreek]

PEAK desert duo behavior lol

[soosoosoup]

snowzone

[delicourse]

been watching dungeon meshi...🌱

[wellnoe]

"So just to confirm, we are all on the gunner channel"

[ids in ALT

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[benevolenterrancy]

finally in the process of reading the Guanyin Temple scene and holy shit if WWX isn't the protagonist of all time. We're in the Big Final Confrontation and so far my man has done fuck all except cuddle in LWJ's lap while everyone else is losing their shit and when he DOES finally do something he summons an army of naked, writhing, moaning sex corpses that even his allies just desperately wish Were Not There. stupendous, no notes

[journey-to-the-attic]

uh oh

[victarin]

i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever

[rustandruin]

Finding out that Crowley knew Jane Austen but never knew she wrote books and then them encountering her books in Aziraphale’s bookshop and briefly checking them out before actually having to proceed on a storyline where they have to meddle and ensure two people fall in love while clearly nursing their own feelings… That scene was for me personally.

[yesokayiknow]

barbara and ian's exit is an unashamedly joyful one. they laugh about the missing years! they have a pigeon chasing montage! they whisper goodbye at the sky and then run off giggling! and then as vicki laughs at their joy, too happy to let the loss of her few friends sink in, one just turns his head and very gently says that he will miss them. he will miss them.

[yashley]

ashley in critical role one-shots* (part 2)