#i need to ask my dad

[kakashihasibs]

Hmmm I'm having car troubles -_-

I'm pretty sure in both of our fits the VTC actuator is bad bc my husband car has the grinding sound at start up and my car has a very rough idle. Plus! The VTC is known to be bad in the 3 generation fits. Literally just saw there's a lawsuit about it

BUT! my husband's car is also acting super weird. He'll put his key in and the lights will come on. Everything will seem normal, but when he turns the key to start the car everything shuts off. Like the battery is dead dead. THEN if he take the key out and waits a minute the car will start up with no problem. And the clock will show a reseted time. So is a computer crashing? Is the starter dying? Is it related to the VTC going bad? I'm not sure 🤔

[mushed-kid]

fuuuck i threw out my toothbrush last night (it was old and falling apart and i didnt want plastic in my mouth so i trashed it) but i dont think we have any more at home and idk how im gonna brush my teeth tonight

[thirrith]

i need more tibetan folk singer recs i can’t just keep listening to 才旦卓瑪 and 巴桑’s ccp propaganda songs from the 20th century

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[choccy-milky]

seb meeting clora's parents (clive & margaret) for the first time🤭

they come to hogwarts due to clora being kidnapped by ranrok, so seb had to deal with them all on his own LMAO. sorry seb i just love to watch u squirm🙏😇 (from chap 28 of my fic!)

[dizzybizz]

i mean i did say i would do it so

[alpacacare-archive]

the brainworms are kiiling me. have a dad and son 👍︎

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason learns how to dream walk and terrorizes his family before they become aware of his resurrection.

(it backfires)

[yuri-is-online]

Ok but how did ace even get a girlfriend in the first place? Did she confess and he just went along with it? Did he think having a girlfriend would make him seem cooler? Was it a dare or something? Cause for someone like ace to just go ghost on her and not have an actual talk, kind of makes me feel like these two were not friends before they were partners.

So then, fast forward to nrc, ace is trying so hard to lose the feelings he has for his best friend. Because that's all they are: friends, homies, if you (duece) will. Yuu has the cream of the crop to pick from, he's kind of at a disadvantage here.

Plus, whose to say their entire dynamic won't change the second they get together? He doesn't want to get bored and start to hate one of his dearest friends by proxy, so might as well just play it safe and suffer a little than take that risk and the both of you suffer a lot 🤷‍♂️.

Meanwhile yuu, who still has their old phone/mp3 player, has been playing Jenny by Studiokillers on repeat. Lying in their bed, just down horrendous for this absolute ball of boyish mischief. How dare he, honestly?

Well. At least he gives them a lot of openings to flirt with him?

*disclaimer, I was home schooled so my actual knowledge about middle school dating is beyond non-existent so take what I say with a grain of salt

The information we get about Ace's girlfriend comes from his suitor suit vignette and he does not mention how they actually got together, just some of the things that they did and how boring Ace thought all of them were. And I agree! The way they broke up does not make it sound like they were friends before dating, though they could have been casual acquaintances. The way Ace likes to goof around makes me think he was probably pretty popular, and had a lot of those types of relationships. His description of the relationship makes me think he probably went out with her because he thought she was cute and that it would be fun to have a girlfriend, but didn't actually stop to think about who she was as a person or what dating actually means. And hey, he was in middle school. He was going to be a bit stupid about those sort of things. The experience seems to have made him think a lot about what he wants in a partner, and we know from Ortho he was telling the truth when he's forced to spell it out:

His voice lines flesh out what he wants a bit more; he says he thinks it's important to find someone you have fun with and that he wants to get married later in life. So Ace knows what he wants... he just gets really embarrassed when called out on it and refuses to talk honestly about his feelings (though he kind of does that in general hehe)

So flashing forward to NRC. Ace knows what he wants and Yuu is such a perfect fit it hurts. Best friends to lovers is a popular trope in fiction sure, but in real life? At a school? Yeah right, Ace still has to see them every day if they break up, and not to mention... I feel like Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu sort of fell into their dynamic almost immediately after the mine adventure and didn't ever stop to think about it because of how natural the friendship felt. And Ace knows if things end badly he's losing the whole squad, so yeah. Better to just swallow this and stay where he is. He's still in school! He doesn't need to think about dating! He's got a housewarden to surpass, upperclassmen he admires, and a bunch of idiots to take care of. He can worry about dating later. Besides, these feelings will go away after graduation he's delusional sure of it!!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch Ramshackle Yuu is literally in a living hell. Maybe they're a bit more emotionally mature than Ace and they just know this could work out but THEY CAN'T TELL IF HE LIKES THEM BACK BECAUSE HE KEEPS GETTING SHY AND MAKING JOKES FML!!!! But like he also lets them steal his gym shirt :ccc and he gets pouty when someone else makes an offer :ccc and really smug when Yuu says no ccc: so like maaaybe? Or maybe not and this meaningless flirting is all they'll ever have and they just. Try to be ok with it and they sort of hate themselves for it.

until Sebek properly joins the friend group and looses his fucking shit

[b4kuch1n]

simulated earth (it does not matter)

transcript

[propaganda101]

it's been 3 days and I'm still fucking stuck on LAD chapter 9 somehow

[captainhysunstuff]

Soichiro is worried about Light’s taste in men.  (Let’s assume that somehow Yotsuba was never involved with Kira junk in this reality, lol.)

[anitalianfrie]

The results of that poll are so absurd guys vale is like a god in Italy. Everybody, and I mean everybody who is more than idk 15 years old know who valentino rossi is. I, ten years old not interested in racing at all, knew who valentino rossi was. Vale at the height of his career was everywhere here. And I don't mean it jokingly, he was truly everywhere.

Charles might be a saviour, the predestined to bring Ferrari back to its winning ways. But the key here is Ferrari.

Valentino... He did it all on his own. He won on the Honda, he won on the yamaha, because he was Valentino Rossi.

Charles is a saviour.

Valentino is a God.

[creepycatboyz]

like father, like son...

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 113

Part 1 Part 112

Even perfect moments must end, and Steve’s ready to leave this one. He doesn’t regret his chosen locale, but the room’s dark now, and the shadows are starting to loom the way they would when he was a child.

His legs are stiff when he gets up off Eddie’s lap, hips creaking as they realign.

Steve doesn’t make it into the bedroom proper before Eddie calls out, “wait!” He snatches the hem of Steve’s jacket. It bunches awkwardly as Steve twists to look back at Eddie. “Shit, ow, ow, dead legs.”

Eddie’s stumbling upright, hanging onto Steve’s jacket for dear life as he tries to use it to pull himself to his feet. Steve grabs his forearm and hauls him up, almost buckling himself when Eddie throws his arms around his shoulders. “Hang on, hang on, let me—” he says, reaching around Steve, and suddenly there’s light.

Eddie’s curls are hanging in front of Steve’s face, tickling his nose as he retracts his hand from the light switch outside the closet that he’d flicked on.

It’s jarring after so long in the dull light, but Eddie’s beaming when he pulls back to look in Steve’s face, smile brighter than any light Steve’s ever seen.

Steve smiles back, helpless in the face of his stupid dimples. He reaches out to thumb one of them, and it deepens as Eddie laughs and nuzzles into the touch.

“Wait, stop distracting me!”

Steve twists his thumb around in the dimple before tweaking his cheek between pointer and thumb like a doting grandmother. Eddie smacks his hand.

“Stop it!”

“You love it,” Steve says, trailing his fingers down his cheek to settle at the join between neck and shoulder, fingers pushing beneath his t-shirt and resting there.

“Whatever, dude,” Eddie replies. He looks down at his own hands as he spins his rings the way he does when he’s nervous. “It was supposed to be romantic.” He says it with all the same inflections as Steve had, smiling like nothing makes him happier than mocking Steve.

Steve squeezes his shoulder until it drops for its tense position. “Well?” he asks. “Romance me, then.”

Eddie snorts, cheeks pinkening. Steve watches his fingers dance from ring to ring to ring before pulling one of his pinkie and holding it in his palm.

Steve squints down at it. Eddie’s mussed bangs partially block his view, but he sees enough to recognize it.

It’s the smallest and most delicate of all Eddie’s rings—a thin silver band with a tiny green gem inlaid in the center. Aside from showering and sleeping, it perpetually rests on Eddie’s left pinkie finger.

Eddie slips it on Steve’s own pinkie. It fits snuggly below his knuckle, already warm from Eddie’s body heat. Steve stares down at it, transfixed. Eddie’s hands look naked without his rings, but on Steve, it looks almost bizarre to have even the one finger adorned.

Steve wiggles his finger around, watching the metal catch the light pleasingly.

Eddie’s smirking when Steve looks up at him. “I don’t know if you remember, but that little bad boy’s the one that fell out of your pants.”

It takes a minute for the memory to click. “In the Upside-Down?” he asks, looking down at the ring with new eyes. “When your hand got stuck in my pants?”

Eddie sputters, muttering something that sounds like, “don’t’ say it like that,” before he raises his voice and continues, “just feels right to give it back.”

He reaches fingers out to twist the ring on Steve’s own finger. The glide’s not smooth—it catches on Steve’s clammy skin as he watches, transfixed.

“We’ve come full circle, you know?”

Once he’s finished speaking, he pulls his Steve’s hand up to his lips, placing such a soft kiss against the ring that Steve’s breath catches.

“Thanks,” Steve croaks out, choking in the moths fluttering away in his lungs. There’s an infestation in there. He puts a hand on his own chest after Eddie lowers their hands and swears he can feel them flapping. “Are you ready to get the hell out of here?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just turns, pulling Eddie along by their still-joined hands. Eddie clicks the light switch by the closet off, and they stumble the rest of the way to the bedroom door in complete darkness.

“I don’t know, this might be my last chance to make a coming out of the closet joke.”

The hallway’s dark when Steve opens the door, so he clicks on the light, unwilling to stumble down the stairs in the dark.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, not turning around as he begins his descent.

“You know because we just made out in a closet?” Steve hums questioningly and Eddie starts up again. “Stevie, you know? Because I’m gay?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Eddie doesn’t respond until Steve’s at the bottom of the stairs. “Angel, are you serious?” He spins Steve around, latching onto his shoulders and peering into his eyes. “Are you fucking with me?”

Steve, who’s decidedly not fucking with him and is frankly entirely lost, just blinks up at him where he’s leaning forward on the last stair.

He shrugs, entirely lost.

They stare at each other in silence, maintaining intense eye contact the entire time.

Eddie cracks first. “Oh my god,” he says, leaning forward precariously on his perch to smoosh his face into Steve’s shoulder, groaning. “How did this happen?”

“I’m…sorry?” Steve says, patting Eddie’s shoulder in consolation of what appears to have been a mighty blow.

“I thought at least Carol would have told you.”

“Shit, Carol!” Steve turns quickly, striding toward the kitchen and more importantly, the phone. It’s only after he’s already moved that he remembers Eddie was leaning on him for balance. By then, Eddie’s already sputtering as he slips down the first step, slipping down to the ground floor, luckily staying upright. “I promised I’d call her right away.”

He lets his fingers do his thing, and Carol picks up so quickly that the phone barely rings. “Well?” she demands, voice crackling with impatience through the line.

“I told him,” Steve replies, knowing without asking what she wanted to hear. Eddie shuffles up behind him and hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder, pressing his ear to the back side of the phone. “And he kissed me.”

Carol squeals like they’re at sleepover, and Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist.

“Did you follow our plan?”

Steve grimaces at the thought of standing here through Carol’s teasing with Eddie as a devout witness. “For the most part,” he hedges, cringing when that makes Eddie laugh.

“What does that mean?” she demands.

Eddie snatches the phone from him, holding it out in front of them both as he says, “our boy here went off script.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s waist, leaning forward when the tinny sound of Carol’s laugh filters through. “Had me half convinced he was ditching me for you and Hagan.”

Carol’s shrieking with laughter at this point. Steve stares, mortified at the phone as Carol yells, “I told you we should’ve written it down!”

Steve sinks into Eddie’s chest, mortified as Eddie buries his face in Steve’s shoulder and shakes with laughter.

Steve snatches the phone out of his hand and pushes it hard against his other ear, hoping that’ll muffle any horrible thing she says enough that Eddie won’t be able to hear it.

“Shut up,” Steve hisses, like staying quiet will somehow make Eddie unaware of how warm Steve’s cheek is where it’s pressed against his forehead.

“Are you going to talk to Loverboy with that mouth?” she asks. He can almost hear the way her eyes are twinkling as she says it.

Steve groans, letting his chin sink into his own chest. He closes his eyes, ready to be somewhere else for a while. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stopper his ears up, and Carol’s not done.

 “You know, if things don’t work out with Munson—”

“They will!”

“Hagan might be out of the picture, but Barb and I could always leave a little room between us for a ménage à troi—"

Steve hangs up.

“Ready to go?” Steve asks brightly.

Eddie starts laughing again when the phone starts to ring, but dutifully follows when Steve keeps walking to the front door.

The click of the lock sounds final when he twists the key in.

There’s a missing spot on his keyring where it used to have its home. But it’s never belonged on the same ring as the Munson’s trailer key, so he puts it back in its hiding spot with no hesitation.

He does hesitate when he pulls out his keyring. There’s not much left on it—the Munson’s trailer key and his car keys. That’s all there is.

He hesitates, fingers hovering over his car keys. He’s been hesitating over this for weeks. Since he’d first gotten back from the Upside-Down and the beemer stuck out like a sore thumb in the driveway.

Since his Dad had held out his beckoning hand in the hospital room and demanded the keys back. He’d cleared out all his belongings that week, waiting for them to tow it away, take the last thing aside from his name that ties them together.

But, it’d been rotting in the Munson’s driveway ever since.

And Steve’s still hesitating—always, always, hesitating.

But then Eddie asks, “Stevie?” and he pulls them off the ring like it’s nothing.

He opens the driver’s side door and tucks the keys into the visor where he used to hang his sunglasses.

“Are you okay with walking home?” Steve asks, turning his back on the car, and the house, and this life for the last time.

Eddie’s brow is furrowed as he meets Steve’s eyes, but whatever he sees must appease him because soon enough he’s smiling, something dangerously close to pride shining in his eyes.

“Of course,” he says, skipping up to Steve’s side and matching him step for step as they walk down the Harrington’s long driveway. “But, if you were going to pull this, why didn’t I just follow you in my van?”

He bumps their shoulders together, good-natured and teasing even while facing a long walk home in the dark.

“I wasn’t sure I’d actually do it until I’d already done it,” Steve replies, stepping off the driveway and onto the smooth sidewalk that only the rich neighborhoods in Hawkins seem to have.

“Yeah,” Eddie replies, so softly in the quiet of the night. “It makes perfect sense.”

Hawkins is a small town, but here in the dark on an abandoned street, it feels safe enough to reach out and take Eddie’s hand.

Part 114

[oofuri2003]