#i apologise yet again

[stevebabey]

ok brain whipped up this concept & would NOT leave it alone today so here. have this. this is like ‘started making it. had a breakdown. bon appétit’ in a steddie post for me but alas <3 cw: talks of past sexual coercion

Eddie is mad at Steve.

Which, honestly, might be the worst thing in the entire damn world for all Steve cares. The whole world feels just a little bit off kilter when Eddie’s mad at Steve — because Eddie just loooves the silent treatment.

He’ll usually make a show of it. Pout and stick out his bottom lip, cross his arms, maybe even give a stamp on his big booted feet. Doesn’t say what’s wrong, just glares sulkily. It’s a bit childish, they both know, but Eddie likes to be doted and Steve loves to do the doting — and it hasn’t caused any proper fights yet.

This time, however, he can tell Eddie is more mad than usual, because this time he hadn’t thrown the usual fuss. Instead, he’d just gone quiet. All glowers and glares. Not even a pout, and certainly not a peep.  

And it’s just the worst because the version of Eddie that Steve knows best is a chatterbox. Can’t shut up, won’t shut up. Steve normally loves it.

And alright— maybe Steve deserved it for not picking him up after one of Eddie’s gigs. Especially because Eddie had specifically asked him too as well, considering his own van was in the shop.

But it’s not like Steve could control when his parents decided to waltz back into Hawkins!

They always seemed to run on their own timetable, or on what seemed like an entirely different orbit. Yet, they had no trouble roping Steve back into their routine, stuffing him back into a place, without any regard to his opinion on the matter. Which was exactly what they had done that evening.

But that didn’t really matter, Steve thinks with a sigh, because he knows it’s not really just because he didn’t pick Eddie up. It was because of what Steve said.

Gareth’s mom had swung by and while Eddie had gotten an eyeful of that suspicious look that followed him everywhere since the events of the Upside Down, Eddie had gotten home safely. Majorly annoyed but safe which was what mattered most.

He had then released his said-annoyance onto Steve.

But see, Steve was already tired from the prodding and lecturing of his parents. They’d been awfully disappointed to find he had yet to move on from his job at Family Video and worse, had badmouthed his choice of friends. Had brought up Tommy and the likes, asked pointedly why Steve hadn’t been seen with them in a few months.

Steve had bit his tongue to not spew out the fact he hadn’t been seen with Tommy for years and that was unlikely to change any time soon.

So, yeah, he was wound up. And Eddie was too. A bit too impatient, a bit too cut that he’d been on the receiving end of yet another scathing interaction because Steve had been so careless to forget to pick him up.

He’d said as much, jabbing a finger and dramatically reenacting the tense conversation he’d had to have with Gareth’s mother.

It had led to a spat, which led to an argument. Steve sat on the bed in Eddie’s trailer and toyed with a loose thread as Eddie pacing before him.

“You should’ve been there.”

“I know.” Steve ground out the words, eyes on the floor, feeling too much like he was still back home, still being lectured by his father about his good-for-nothing son. The thread was coming looser in his fingers with all his fiddling.

“You know? Is that all you’re gonna say?” Eddie asked, exasperated, but the moment Steve’s lip part to respond, Eddie had steamrolled on. Gareth’s awkward smile and his mother’s tight bunched up shoulders were still fresh in his memory.

“Great! That’s just fantastic, Steve. You knew and you still didn’t show up!”

Steve’s head shot up, brow furrowed. “That’s not what I meant.”

Like a kettle coming to boil, Steve could feel some bitchy comment lurch up his throat with his growing frustration. It was easy to think of things to say to hurt Eddie, to lash out, to make it so Eddie was the one with his head bowed, voice quiet.

Steve had learned that the hard part in these moments, is biting his tongue. Swallowing back mean comments. He doesn’t want to be vicious. Loathes the idea of falling back on snarky comments to win a fight, least of all with his boyfriend.

But... old habits die hard.

So, when Eddie had got all up in his face, firing himself up, and said, “Oh, pray tell then Steve what was so important that made you fucking forget your boyfriend.”

Steve had snapped.

“Fuck, do you ever stop? You are so much sometimes!”

The words had flown out in a harsh sneer and they hit their mark exactly as intended.

Because Steve knew all about that strange bubble of fear that lives inside Eddie— the part that didn’t care at all what strangers thought of him, but cared so much about those he came to trust. The part that worried that being big and brash all the time would be too much for people. That the reason they originally liked Eddie, would become the same reason they’d eventually dislike him for.

Steve had once told him he couldn’t ever get enough of him— let alone too much. It’s why he’d known where to strike.

Eddie’s expression has flinched, his eyes going from simmering to hurt in a few seconds flat. His fists unclenched at his side and Steve had felt the regret curdling up in his gut, a terrible sour feeling that had him shooting to his feet in an instant.

“Eddie, wait, I—”

“Leave.” Eddie said, voice dangerously low. There wasn’t room to push it. Nothing left to argue.

But still, Steve had wavered, swaying as a tidal wave of shame burned hot up his neck. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix this.

But Eddie couldn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the ground and despite how much it had pained Steve to go, he knew he couldn’t fix it, not then and there. The door had hit him on the way out.

That had been two whole days ago. The guilt of it makes it feel like it was hours ago, still fresh as ever.

Steve had been diligent in giving Eddie his space to cool off.

The call Steve made the morning after never got picked up, just rang endlessly until the voicemail kicked in. Even though Eddie was always home Wednesdays. It told Steve well enough that Eddie was still well and truly mad.

Which was fair enough. Steve had been an asshole. Let himself fall back on old habits and stab a weak spot he only knew because Eddie trusted him, then twisted the knife as well.

But it’s like he said — silent treatment from the guy who usually can’t keep quiet is discerning to say the least. It itches uncomfortably at Steve who finds himself unusually eager to apologise.

Because, damn, if Steve doesn’t hate apologising.

Apologising means pulling out the stops, means admitting shamefully everything you’d done wrong, means having to prove how sorry you were.

It had been like that living under his father. When he was seven, Tommy had accidentally pitched a baseball through one of the windows. It had smashed right through, completely shattered. Steve had taken the fall.

He’d said sorry, head bowed, even though it had been an accident. And after he’d made Steve repeat his apology til it was a rigid phrase in his mouth, Richard Harrington had said; ‘Well, why don’t you prove how sorry you are, Steven?’

He’d ended up being his father’s personal beer boy for that week. Fetching them ice-cold from the garage at his father’s every call, from the moment he was home from school, to prove the apology was legitimate.

It had worked— after a week of doting, extra effort into keeping his room clean and to keep his father happy, Richard had permitted his son a rare smile and ruffle of his hair. ‘See? I know you were sorry now.’

Steve had learnt quickly in his childhood to go to lengths to avoid trouble with his father. To avoid the tumultuous apologies he’d have to perform, jumping through hoop after hoop for forgiveness.

But even then, Steve couldn’t escape them with friends, and especially not with girlfriends.

Tilly had been like that too. She’d been Steve’s freshman girlfriend, eyeshadow baby blue and lips always glossy. When Steve did things she didn’t like —spent Saturdays with his other friends, was late to dates— she’d pout her glittery lips and bat her eyes. ‘Aren’t you gonna make it up to me?’

Steve had — had pulled out the stops, emptied his pocket change to buy her flowers, went to second base because she really wanted him to, all to prove his apology. Until Tilly was back to her sugary smiles and fluttering hazel eyes.

It had even been like that with Nancy, though not quite to that extent. Forking out his savings to buy the nicest bouquet he could find, prepared to make it up to her, even if he wasn’t quite sure if it was him who was supposed to be apologising. But she’d gone silent treatment on him, so…

So, Steve hates apologising— but even more than that, is how much he hates Eddie’s quiet. So, when his boyfriend calls the Family Video on Friday midday, when he knows Steve’s soloing, and invites him over, Steve prepares himself for the grovelling to come.

The mixtape he’d already made sits in the gearbox of his car, carried around with him since he finished it. Upon hanging up the phone, Steve’s eyes catch on the florist across the street. His mind spins with all his knowledge of Eddie’s favourites — should he get those sour candies Eddie loved so much as well?Would it be too much?

Steve scoffs at the irony of his worries, considering what he was apologising for. Besides, it was never too much. There were never enough things to show he was sorry.

And Eddie couldn’t exactly be bought — not that was what this was. But Steve knew his boyfriend preferred all things in the manner of touch. That Steve’s affection was a far higher currency than anything bought with money.

That’s fine. Steve can do that.

He’s got a whole speech planned, honest. The smudged bullet points scrawled on his palm are testament to that, there to keep him on track and Steve checks them over religiously as he drives over after his shift.

It all goes out the window when Eddie opens the door, because Steve’s heart hiccups, splutters, soars forward in his chest.

Eddie looks just the same, his usual ripped jeans and dark shirt with a band Steve doesn’t know and yet— yet.

Steve is overcome by how much he missed Eddie.

Overcome at how those two days felt like two weeks to him. His mouth opens and the words burst out, “I’m sorry.”

part two.

[chalkrub]

super fun trade with @charseraph !

[spielzeugkaiser]

[First Part] - [second]

Baby (who still has no name) is warming up to Geralt, who also starts to connect some dots. (Like, I think he suspects that he's Jaskiers son, adopted or otherwise, but he won't even humor the idea that he could be the dad.) That being said - the kid is an angry teenager sometimes. Jaskier tried all he could as a single parent and they have a very loving relationship, but I also think they do argue quite a bit, and there is some tension.

And the more he gets to learn how Geralt truly is the weirder is gets, cause. He's a good guy? And either Jaskier is petty and was too dramatic and kept him from meeting his dad for nothing, or Geralt isn't a good guy AT ALL and has hurt Jaskier really bad, and he doesn't think Geralt has it in him, but some people (and especially alphas) get really weird and archaic around omegas? And he had to witness again and again, with how little respect his unbonded, single father of a bastard child was treated - is Geralt like that too? But Jaskier still only ever talked somewhat kindly about him. And from all he saw... he trusts Geralt. He's a quiet, but witty and honorable man. But is it fair to doubt the parent that was there for him, that raised him, that sacrificed so much for him? The poor kid is so conflicted.

[jovieinramshackle]

What the fuck do you mean VIL SCHOENHEIT is getting a SSR with a brand new event on JP oh my god

THE REFERENCE TO THE EVIL QUEEN.

What the fuck do you mean we're getting a new Azul SR card Masterchef Azul and Ortho?? Are we finally getting new Azul SR cards have the twst gods heard my prayers

CLUB WEAR LEONA IS COMING.

[anonymousonlyplease]

I don’t mean to be *that* person, but if half the people on here were actually “oh so similar” to House as they claim to be - well, to be the bearer of bad news, they just shot their own belief and it’s argument through the skull

House would never say some sparkly little vocab such as “literally sobbing he’s so me coded fr”. Or some flowery little line like, “WE ARE SO ALIKE OMGGGG”. Yes, these are sadly based on witnessed examples.

Come on people. Isn’t it obvious, or is it only me who sees this so plainly?

[moonchild-in-blue]

This is me today. I am angry and cranky and in need to commit acts of violence.

if anyone is mean to me i will cry

[gizmo-best-robot]

Me when my art is being stolen:

(/jjjj lol)

Honestly? I don't even care.

Actually i find it fun when i recognize it's one of my drawings even if it's traced lol

[kooki914]

Spadesgorudy shipper has returned! (I got this idea from the incorrect quote person)

Rudy, watching Asgore and Spade from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE-

-

Rudy: And now for a gay update with Asgore and Spade.

Asgore: Getting gayer.

Rudy: Thank you, Asgore.

-

Asgore: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.

Rudy: I’m “a couple of things”.

Spade: I’m “got distracted”.

(They actually did him-)

-

Rudy: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Spade: Well Asgore and I-

Asgore: *elbows Spade*

Spade: ...wouldn't know.

-

Asgore: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

Rudy: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*

Asgore: He’s probably just staring at my ass, isn’t he?

Spade: Yeah, probably.

-

Asgore, laying between spade and Rudy: I have found the meaning of life

-

— ♠️🌸❄️

I'm sorry it took 12 billion years for me to get back to answering asks please accept my humble spadesgorudy donations

[always-a-joyful-note]

This might be a controversial opinion, but I don't blame Hanamaki Sumire at all for her actions. That's not to say that I don't hold her responsible or that I don't think what she did was horrible (poor Ryu), just that she was a vulnerable woman manipulated by people who didn't care about her (namely, Torao and Ryo). And it's always....interesting to see how in so many industries - but especially the entertainment industry - it's women who bear the brunt of the blame or hate when their wrongs are either the result of others manipulating her choices or "equally" (so to speak) as bad as the male entertainer who did something similar. Do I like Sumire? Not really. But do I think she was the bad guy here? Also no.

[wikitpowers]

im living for this mullet!kit agenda your pushing... like i cant see kit in any other way atp... omg hold on cause you were cooking with this one !!!!

muahahahahahah it’s looking like i’m doing another mullet!kit post here we fucking go (i can imagine everyone sighing and i apologise -> but not really)

kit with a mullet is just my roman empire icl like i know in my heart (❤️) that he would absolutely, wholeheartedly ace that hair style. and i am actually so so chuffed that you love it too!!! BC HE WOULD LOOK SO GOOD IN IT, RIGHT?????

just something about it makes go absolutely feral ahhhh!!! like just the fact that the back is slightly longer than the rest,,, PLEASE I KNOW HE WOULD LOOK SO FREAKING GOOD [screech]

and his hair is so so soft i know it is, i know it.

LIKE CAN EVERYBODY SEE MY VISION?!?!/?! OR HAVE I JUST COMPLETELY LOST MY FUCKING MARBLES????!?!?

[softshuji]

Any men out there wanna pretend to be my bf to get my parents off my case about marriage? I am so so serious right now.

[hellolulu]

Mob Psycho 100 having "even though I don't want to hurt others, existing as a human being means I can't avoid it, so I'll make sure to be responsible for any pain I cause" as a theme is very rad, I think.

[melit0n]

1, 10, 19, 25 for the songs pleeeeease

Hello Flood!! Hope your day is going well ☀️

1. Makes me happy

I literally jump UP whenever Spirit comes on. There's something about the guitar and the way he raises his voice at "This vision of my Spirit". I lose it every time like I haven't listened to it 100+ times. Definitely brings a lot of joy :DD

10. I just found that I love

This is more of a rediscovering I guess. I distinctly remember watching so many animatics, MVs edits etc. with "He needed more than me; I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty...but he needed more than me". My friend put on some random playlist and I heard the chorus and was like 'THIS ONE OH MY GOD'. I've had it on repeat for the last two weeks; I fear I may be slipping into a Midwestern emo phase (again) lmao

19. Is from my favourite genre

Tough one! Recently I've been more into Indie-Brit Rock/pop because my friends' been recommending me a bunch, so I'd go with She's got you High. Could also very easily go into making me just generally happy. It's also very Newt from The Maze Runner coded (to me), so I think that helps

25. I want to hear in a grocery store

Gonna do two for this one because I'm indecisive lol. I think if I was grabing a snack from the corner shop and this started playing I'd mentally have a main character moment or something. For YAWA? again, mental main character moment. I think both would put me oddly at ease, I can't really describe it.

[twptwp]

Ormen Karmen and Karmen history

This is not to try and justify his actions, after hundreds of years of being so deformed by power and full of grudge he has not become a pleasant thing, but it does irk me how this seems to be such a very important thing regarding Ormen yet it is never shown

[eluxcastar]

Y'all send help I wasn't supposed to actually start liking this manga again

Also I probably just have anaemia again because I feel like a slug 👍 but like hours after that post there was a family emergency anyway so like I'll be back soon probably 💀

[elisacifuentes]

Tatort Zürich: Schattenkinder (2022)