#i think this counts

[phoenixkaptain]

A New Hope is a lot funnier when you realize that Darth Vader tells everyone he thinks Obi-Wan is there and everyone is probably thinking “I thought you got over this”

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

(If y’all want a tag list or something let me know, I’m already up to part 8 or 9 in drafts. I don’t know how many more parts there will be after that, but I’m willing!)

Eventually the god-awful hitching in his breath stops. The trembling stops. The tears stop. His breathing slows down, his mind comes back online, and he takes a deep breath.

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. “That sounds better. You back with me?” He punctuates it with a slow hand down Steve’s back, and Steve never wants to leave.

He forces himself to lean back, sniffle and wipe his face and try to rein himself back in, laughing quietly when Eddie hands him the entire tissue box on his nightstand. “Back,” he mutters, sniffling again. “Sorry.”

There’s enough light coming from the hallway that Steve can see the brow Eddie raises at him. “Sorry for trauma? Cut the crap, Steve, and tell me what I can do.” He shifts so he’s sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed. “Wanna talk about it?”

Steve huffs out a humorless laugh. “No.” He picks at the corner of the tissue box. “You died. We were back in the Upside Down, and Dustin was just standing there, and I was getting annoyed because it’s not like we haven’t been through this before, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do, which fucking sucks, but. Anyways. He was standing there, so I walk over and I- I see you, and…” he shakes his head. “Guess you tried to be the hero or some shit. I don’t know. Fuckin’ broke me.”

“I’m here,” Eddie promises again, hand palm-up on the comforter between them. Steve stares at it for a second before taking it.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another breath before he trusts himself to look up at Eddie’s face. “You are.”

Eddie cracks a joke, because he’s Eddie. “So I tried to be the hero and I couldn’t cut it, huh?”

Steve might still be figuring out his own emotions, and where his feet exactly are (he’d been sitting at an awkward angle and his legs fell asleep), but he knows that tone of voice. “You know why I said that?” He asks. “Why I told you not to be the hero?”

Eddie snorts. “Think your subconscious just told us exactly why. I woulda died.”

Steve shakes his head. “I told you not to because I couldn’t risk it. I know you would’ve, no hesitation. But I needed you safe. Alive.”

Eddie giggles. “Well, shit, man. Way to make me feel like a dick.”

Steve squeezes the hand he’s holding and somehow manages a teasing tone back. “You do that well enough on your own.”

Eddie groans and flops backwards, head narrowly missing the tissue box. “You wound me,” he says dramatically, and Steve starts laughing.

Eventually Steve gets his emotions under control and Eddie sits back up, tugging on their joined hands to get Steve’s attention. “You thinking you can fall back asleep?”

Steve shrugs. “I usually stay up and read or listen to music or whatever.”

Eddie grins. “How about breakfast instead?”

Steve laughs incredulously. “At three in the morning?”

Eddie shrugs. “You’re not gonna sleep. I’m not gonna sleep if you’re not. We might as well. Plus, pancakes just taste better in the middle of the night. It’s a well-proven fact of life.”

Steve giggles. “You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he says, uncaring that his voice sounds unbearably fond.

“Why thank you, my good sir,” Eddie says in an absolutely atrocious British accent, almost tripping over himself as he tries to get off the bed and bow at the same time.

Steve very carefully doesn’t think about the fact that they’re still holding hands.

He flicks on the light as they enter the kitchen, then immediately regrets it, hissing and shutting his eyes. “Fuck, I forgot.”

Eddie pauses. “Your eyes need to adjust?”

“No, man, fuckin’ headache, just… just gimme a second, I’ll be fine.”

Eddie reaches over and flips the switch back to off. “Y’know,” he starts, quieter than normal, “I’ve never made pancakes in the dark before.”

He squeezes Steve’s hand, pulls him forward a few feet. Steve, eyes still closed, lets him.

He startles at the feeling of something cold on his forehead, only after the fact registering the sound of the freezer door opening and shutting. “Thanks,” he murmurs, squeezing Eddie’s forearm before moving to grab the ice pack, adjusting it a bit and sighing. “Tylenol in the bathroom. D’you mind—”

“‘Course, sit down, I gotcha. Want a Coke? Does caffeine help or hurt?”

Steve hums. “Hurt. Water please.”

“I’m on it. Nurse Eddie, at your service.”

Steve smiles as he imagines the overdramatic bow Eddie probably took. “Nurse Ratched, maybe.”

Eddie gasps in mock offense. “I will have you know I’m an excellent nurse.”

“Mhm. You’re takin’ a while on those meds, excellent nurse.”

“I- you- be quiet,” Eddie lands on, at odds with the soft squeeze to Steve’s forearm as he brushes past on his way to the bathroom.

Yeah, Steve thinks, I’ve still got it.

Pt 7

[anothermonikan]

When you're playing TF2 with your friend as a Heavy - Medic pair on Payload and everyone leaves because of bots except for you and your friend, and so your teams get auto-balanced and now you're against each other, two parts of an inseparable team forced apart to compete against one another, rounds of pushing the cart back and forth and slaughtering each other for victory, that too is yuri

[unhingedkinfessions]

when i was like a tween i was on kinstagram but i had no clue what that was or what fictionkin were but all my moots were fictionkin and everyone was arguing about KFF and shit and i just Never Questioned it. not even once did i wonder what the fuck were they talking about i was just like okay. then went about my day. i have no clue how only recently it clicked to me i was on fucking kinstragram. without knowing jack shit about any of it.

like how the fuck did i end up there i hardly even used insta but somehow i became an active user on there and just ,, idk; made random posts??? i don't think anyone knew i wasn't a kin acc too i think everyone just thought i agreed with them a lot cuz id like their shit and scroll. little did they know i have no brain

hey as someone who was on kinstagram thats fucking hilarious. king of minding your own business. literally i love this for you its better that you didnt get involved

[devourable]

Hi hi :3

I’m deeply incredibly sorry for almost never interacting here, a lot of stuff IRL has been keeping me :(

Anyways, how has everything been with you?

-🥞🧸

personal update + explanation for my disappearance to those that care

hi wb!! ik i got this ask ages ago but i hope everythings all good 🥹 ive been super busy the past few months bc my job demanded a lot of attention from me (especially during march, spring break made my life hell), on top of that i had a mental health crisis so i just took a hiatus since i couldn’t focus on writing and personal projects And my health on top of work. things have slowed way down since then + im medicated and soon to be in therapy so i finally have the time to write and draw again 🫶 ill probably disappear again during late may since my contract ends around that time but once i move again and im settled in ill hopefully be active on a more regular nadis. thanks to everyone that stuck around with me bc i know ive been slacking

[boymagicalgirl]

This is such a shitty edit but

Uteka

OG screenshot

[tobythetrashyartist]

shitpost but here's context

[bring-out-the-dead]

silly little jester I made

his name is Claud

[mica949]

Warning for graphic depictions of torture and PTSD

He knew he didn’t have to. If he was a weaker man, he could turn back and tell RHM that he couldn’t handle it, and in all honesty, he’d probably be reassured and held close for an unreasonable amount of time. But he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t, and he had to prove that to himself.

In RBH, RHM picks up Reg before dealing with Henry. Reg is happy of course, but he can’t stop shaking after months of government interrogation.

It was just a shower. It shouldn’t be scary.

Yet, Reginald couldn’t stop himself from shaking.

He knew he didn’t have to. If he was a weaker man, he could turn back and tell RHM that he couldn’t handle it, and in all honesty, he’d probably be reassured and held close for an unreasonable amount of time. But he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t, and he had to prove that to himself. Wasn’t that what that therapist said? To work on his self-esteem in small steps? Being able to clean himself like a normal person seemed like a small step.

Reg turned the knob to the left, quickly stepping out of the way before the water could hit him. The sound of water running already had his hands shaking to the point it was a struggle to slip off the simple dress shirt, wool lined pants, and too-small boxers that actually fit after all the weight he’d lost.

He wasn’t weak. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t dark, and there was plenty of room to move around. It wasn’t the same whatsoever.

Before he could change his mind, he stepped into the shower and let the lukewarm water hit him.

—

He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d been put in here. It was pitch black, only the slightest of light slipping through the crack of the closed off entrance. Reg had never considered himself claustrophobic, but in a small concrete cell with barely enough room to lay down comfortably, he found himself struggling to breathe. 

It might have been hours or days since the last time they tortured him. Without natural light, it was near impossible to tell time if he didn’t count the seconds, and he’d lost count around 3000. It certainly felt like a while, so he wasn’t incredibly surprised when water began to spray from the ceiling.

Not surprised, but definitely upset.

Reg had stopped with the sarcastic remarks the tenth time they doused him. But he certainly wasn’t about to start begging. He stood, and nearly fell over at the wave of weakness that washed over him (How long had it been since they let him out? Should he be trying to drink this, just to stay hydrated?), barely managing to stabilize himself by gripping onto what might have been a handle. Just barely managing to stop stars from flashing before his vision before the water turned off and—

Zap.

He jumped back from the handle (?) at the sudden shock. The first one was never that bad, but this one felt stronger than average. The soles of his feet stung, and it was a genuine effort to stay upright. Reg was determined to do it though; it was worse if he was on the floor. The water would soak into him and leave him vulnerable on whatever side he landed on.

Though, he already felt drenched as a second downpour hit him. It was too hot, and he could just barely move out of the way to keep it from burning his scalp at the very least. It stopped, and he had a half second to brace himself before—

Zap.

His vision flashed white in the darkness. For a brief moment he couldn’t move, as though held in place by a beam. Then the electricity stopped, and he fell over. That was a brief effort. This time it gave him a moment to rest it seemed. Reg tried to stand, but he found that he’d developed a tremor to his body that wouldn’t go away no matter how he tried to move it. Was this it? After god knows how many shocks, was he finally dying?

The thought was terrifying. The realization that he wasn’t ready to die left him shaken and wide eyed as water scorched his already burning skin.

Zap.

Reg swore he felt his heart skip a beat. Everything ached and shook, and wow, he was dying. He didn’t think they’d actually kill him. Didn’t they need him for information? Wasn’t that the point of all this electricity? To get him to talk? He couldn’t do that if he was dead.

“Nyeh… Wait.” He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He was never the type to beg. But maybe they didn’t realize? “You’re… going to kill me.”

There was a long pause, and Reg considered that maybe they had listened and decided to stop for the moment. He tried to stop his hands from shaking long enough that he could wring most of the water out of his curls, at least stop himself from getting sick.

Then the water started again.

“Wait—” Reg sputtered. Suddenly it was really hard to breathe, and it felt like the water had turned cold despite the fact he could feel it leaving burns on him. “You’re going to kill me! You— You can’t kill me— Wait!”

Was he willing to die to keep these secrets? He’d always told himself he was. But, now that his life was flashing before his eyes, he was realizing how much he wanted it back. He didn’t want to die here. Not like this. There was so much he wanted to do. He didn’t want to die—

—

Reginald didn’t realize he had fallen until the water stopped hitting him and he was on his back. His vision was speckled with black, and his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he could barely hear anything else. The touch of a warm hand on his cheek was so light, yet so intense he couldn’t help but jerk away. Yet before it could pull away, he was leaning into it. He didn’t realize he was crying either until that hand wiped a tear off his cheek.

“Reg.”

His right hand man’s voice was as steady as always. Even as his vision cleared and he wrapped his arms around RHM for a very soggy hug, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. It was just a shower. He had no clue why he was panicking so badly.

(He knew. But it was easier to pretend that his body and mind were out of control than admit that something inside him had been deeply, fundamentally broken in those months of capture.)

[dykepenis]

sometimes i wonder why people get super fucking mad they're only seeing content of abusers or predators being portrayed as good people like... girl what media are YOU consuming 👀

most stuff ive seen portrays this shit as bad and its quite obvious to me! so idk what to tell you it's not anyones fault if you take it at face value

[alotoseries]

Lupe: [can't find Jess in a crowd] this calls for drastic measures

Lupe: [using hands as a megaphone] LUPE GARCIA SUCKS!

Jess: [running in her direction] wHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! LUPE GARCIA IS MY HERMANO! A DEEPLY TALENTED INDIVIDUAL, WHO COULD OUT-PITCH ANYONE. WHO DO YOU THINK -

Lupe: there she is

[deadly-whispers]

Let’s play a game!

How Deadly is your Daycare Attendant? :D

(Pls give Slime all the DCA lore, I need a FEAST. /lh /hj)

Very deadly! We’re really good at keeping the Daycare safe.

Not deadly!! We are friends! Friendly!

No! We’re deadly! Don’t listen to Sun!

Moon, you are less scary than some of the kids we work with, cut that out!

Goody two-shoes.

You know you love me.

WE SHARE A BODY.

One that you let get kneecapped. Repeatedly.. BY A CHILD!

THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN.

Yes, it did! I had to watch it!

That child was being a nuisance!

That child is four foot tall! You are not deadly, you make us both look pathetic!

Shut up, Sun. I could kill that little shit if I was really trying.

You were trying.

Nuh-uh! I wasn’t! That time was just… a warm-up!

Fine. You're soooo deadly, Moon.

Remember, I get let out after midnight. I might get the kid this time. And if I get the kid, everything will be fine.

…

[nikotinewithdrawal]

transcendending my mortal form by drawing my fursona as a fall guy

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Made my own little Cinderella because I... might be the tiniest bit obsessed w dear old Cindy. 

Whenever I look at individual aspects of her design I get frustrated (too close eyebrows, sloppy eyes and irises, chest) but I really like how the overall vibes came out (colorscheme, flow of the dress, less controlled lining). 

[tourmalinatedquartz]

Look at this nose. That’s a cute fucking nose. Babe definitely boops this nose.

[glitttermoon]

today I learned that passwords are usually salted and hashed like potatoes before being stored away