#i’m NERVOUS posting this one idk

[livwritesstuff]

this is an edited repost of something I wrote last year for the 10-year anniversary of the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School (now 11 years today). to say the least, it’s a difficult day for a lot of people, including me. i wrote this all in one go just as a positive outlet for the things this day evokes and i went back and forth on if i would post it, but i know i’m not the only one who has been affected by these events. if you’re someone who finds this day to be a hard one, this one is for you.

tw: references to gun violence and school shootings

It’s late morning in December 2012 and Steve is watching the news. He isn’t really paying attention to the current segment about opiate use, too busy being completely annihilated in Words with Friends by his eleven-year-old, who just played the word ‘jinxes’ for 23 points, the bastard.

He’s mid-way through sending Moe a text (“get off your ipod you’re in class”) when the channel’s Breaking News intro interrupts the interview that he’d been ignoring. He looks up to see that the headline has changed.

Steve sees shooting, and then elementary school and feels his heart jump into his throat the way it does any time he hears sirens when his daughters or his husband aren’t home – not because he really believes it’s for them, but because it could be. There’s always a chance it could be.

And he’s got two kids in elementary school right now.

He makes himself read the headline in full – it clarifies that the school is in Connecticut, nowhere near him and his house and his children’s schools in the Massachusetts suburbs, but it does little to remedy the panic that has his heart going a mile a minute.

Steve sits for a while, eyes glued to the TV as the anchor slowly ad-libs, clearly waiting for any new scrap of information.

On the first commercial break, Steve checks his phone. He’s got one text – from Moe telling him to play another word in their game. He responds back with the message he’d written before he’d become fixated on the news.

On the second one, he texts Eddie, tells him he loves him and asks if he’s heard what’s going on (he knows he probably won’t get a response for a while – Eddie is notoriously bad at checking his phone and that’s when he’s not in a meeting he’s been looking forward to for weeks, as is the case today).

By the third, they’ve learned the school is on lock-down, but not much more.

Everything he hears after that is nothing short of harrowing, and leaves Steve feeling sick to his stomach.

Eddie finally texts him a couple hours later, after the news anchor has been switched out for another, to say his meeting ran late (an actual director had reached out to him saying she was interested in adapting one of Ed’s books into a movie – today was the day they got to talk in person) and he hadn’t known any of this was going on, but he’s on his way to pick up Hazel from her AM kindergarten session.

Steve’s day continues. He makes lunch, he finishes some laundry, he responds to emails, always with one eye on the news. His shock at what was occurring mere hours south of his home, subsides, slowly replaced with a dull horror because he’s seen a lot of things in his forty-six years of life, but nothing like this. One by one, his three girls return home from school and he hugs each of them like he always does, but today it’s a little tighter.

It’s a Friday, and Friday night is movie night in the Harrington house. It’s Robbie’s night to choose (she picks Spy Kids, like she does every time she gets to pick the movie since it came out last year). Before they start, Steve and Eddie tell their kids what happened. They do their best to find an explanation that is sufficient for ever-precocious Moe, but not too much for Hazel, their sweet kindergartner who only just turned six. Once the movie starts, they all pile under the same blanket, and where there’s usually fidgeting and arguing and occasionally having to pause the movie altogether to wipe tears and wait on a time-out because someone weaponized a foot or an elbow after they weren’t given the big bowl of popcorn fast enough, tonight there is quiet and stillness.

The next day, the girls are back to their normal, bickering selves, but Steve still can’t shake the aching feeling in his chest every time he thinks about what happened the day before. He starts to get that itch in his brain, the same itch he'd felt after he ran out of the Byers’s house in 1983, after he turned back and saw those Christmas lights flickering, the itch where he’s gearing up for a fight.

As the months go on, Steve finds himself reading into gun control laws, finds himself with multiple non-profits fighting for them bookmarked on his computer, finds himself following politics for the first time in his life as he watches bill after bill get shut down by both sides of the debate.

Honestly, Steve isn’t sure why he cares so deeply about this – and not just what happened in Connecticut, but the issue of guns and gun safety in general. It’s not like he hasn’t fired a gun before. It’s not like he’s never seen their value (he still remembers that drive to the War Zone so many years ago). It’s not like he hasn’t ever felt safer with someone nearby wielding one, even if that someone was Nancy Wheeler.

Maybe he’s a little too familiar with children being the casualties in a war they didn’t choose to start, didn’t choose to fight in, and if that had made him angry at nineteen, he’s irate now, now that he has a six-year-old like the students in that classroom in Connecticut, now that he has an eleven-year-old like El when she escaped that lab in Hawkins.

It wouldn’t be the first time Steve threw himself into a battle that had nothing to do with him, that he knew very little about, because he knows what happens when children get caught in the crossfire of a battle that has nothing to do with them, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he sat idly by and watched it happen again.

[amihyperfixatingagain]

I painted this a long while ago when the party first split cause I knew I wouldn’t have to time paint anything when the Hells finally reunited cause of my current job. I obviously thought it’d probably be Imogen in a really dark place and Laudna being full of joy etc, when they reunited, but based on last week's episode, it’s definitely going to be the opposite. Makes me want to redo this now and switch them around. Someday when I have time, maybe.

Here have some close-ups too.

Also it’s based on this still from “Portrait of a Lady on Fire”

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[artsymeeshee]

It’s been a while since I uploaded this post and I did want to post more parts to it but lately my motivation to draw has been lacking (might be a small burnout currently). But! I did want to give a small gist of what my ideas were for the after-events of the finale.

I mainly wanted to show my 6th point of Ford going in this weird bubble that Stan’s in and help him. There might be a small chance I’ll draw out other specific thoughts I have but I mainly wanted to draw the comic of them both together. There’s also another drawing I’m dying to show after Bill finally died lol but it’s something special that needs to wait.

[katnissmellarkkk]

you know, i had a thought while reading something that was actually anti-everlark 😭. for reference i don’t typically search these things out i just got curious and went through some tags. anyways.

one of the reasons stated that katniss should be with gale is because “they went through as much in mockingjay part one together as katniss and peeta went through together in the arena” …

and, even taking that statement at face value, i know majority of hunger games fans are aware that’s not true and that even if katniss and gale went through some things together in mockingjay (part one? i assume then the article was taking the movie over book canon?) it doesn’t equate all she went through with peeta, but i had a different thought when reading that statement…

i’ve never truly interpreted it as katniss going through anything with gale in mockingjay part one? gale never felt like katniss’ partner, despite the fact she referred to him as her hunting partner in probably all three books.

he may have been her hunting partner but he never came across as her actual partner in the events unfolding around them. not anywhere near in the way peeta was.

what i mean, because i worry i’m not being clear here, is throughout mockingjay, while peeta was off being tormented, katniss was lonely. she felt isolated. she felt helpless and angry and fearful and alone all at once. and even when gale was right beside her, helping her, like in district eight, it did not feel like this was their moment together. it did not feel like the things happening were happening to them together, as a unit, any more than it felt like the events unfolding were happening to katniss and finnick together, as a unit. did stuff occur that surely affected finnick? yes, obviously. but whenever big moments happened, it always felt like it was katniss’ solo moment, her solo character arc, her trauma and her pain and her growth, all on her own, as she was surrounded by other people. and gale was just another one of those people.

now yes, the first two books did have katniss going through trials and tribulations as the main character. the series was all her journey and her growth at the end of the day. but i cannot help but notice that with everything katniss would experience, she seemed to almost view peeta as an extension of her. not just in the arena either. everything she went through, everything that occurred, she narratively always brought peeta along with her. when something would happen, she almost always mentioned peeta in relation to it. she always included him in all her big moments. and even after he was hijacked, after she believed whatever existed between them was gone, she still did this. even somewhat unconsciously. katniss is the one who always told the reader that when something big was happening, it was happening to her and to peeta. that they were going through all these things together. and maybe that’s why she felt so isolated in the start of mockingjay.

because for whatever reason may be, she never shared this kind of connection to gale.

[alangdorf]

Sorryyyy for dropping off the face of the earth; got kinda shy after that last post but mostly I’ve just been writing though I cannot guarantee that any of that will ever be finished (also I’m very insecure about my writing AAAH). Figure I might as well post the valentines I had done (like two months late lol); interestingly this turned into more of a hand lettering exercise than I was expecting lol

[spittyfishy]

Lol idk I just thought maybe this would be fun! A way to make the au a bit more interactive I guess? It’s sort of an experiment to see if people would actually be interested in this format and if I can keep up with it if they are! So yeah lol, hopefully y’all also thinks this’ll be neat!

[gio-cosmo]

Guess who just bought a keychain of the Jin-eating-burger photo that I won’t stfu about!!!

[juniperhillpatient]

as someone who very much believes in the supernatural & believes I’ve had countless experiences with it I have a love hate relationship with those experiences that are like. either I’m actually losing it like actually hallucinating/delusional or that just happened because it’s like. i find it interesting & exciting but also if I ever want to talk about it people either think I’m crazy or lying & it’s like. well . I literally might be crazy? I don’t know what to tell you I’ve been having these experiences semi frequently since I was a kid either I’m legitimately mentally ill in some undiagnosed way (which feels unlikely to me if I’m being honest given my many years in & out of therapy & the fact that these encounters have never impacted my life in a negative way) or I’m very sensitive to spiritual encounters & at a certain point those are literally the only two options in my mind

[segasys]

*writhing in agony* “OSDD-1B!!!” I shout. “OSDD-1B!!” *dies*

[yeagrave]

okay, no new art (sorry people ily) BUT I did have a brainwave laying in bed last night of a hangster time travel au!!

( no mission btw ) But basically, Bradley goes back in time to save his dad from hitting the canopy and it works! But, when Bradley travels back to the present he finds out he died in a motorcycle accident 6 years ago and his body is resisting staying in this reality. He keeps seeing this bright light in the limbo reality and he discovers that it’s Jake. Story ensues…

If anyone is willing to decipher my barely legible handwriting, I have thoughts under the cut :’))

[sexswansworld]

My biggest pet peeve is when people aren’t blunt with me when they want to do something sexual, and I don’t mean just opening a message super explicitly, I mean when I’m talking to somebody and instead of respectfully trying to start a sexual conversation they beat around the bush about it, or they try to fish for me to say it. Like baby I will totally sext with you, or hook up, or whatever if you just ask me but if you try and make me guess that that’s what you want it kind of turns me off.

Please please please please please ask for what you want, it’s hot, I like it, it’s not going to make anything weird.

[pizzaqueen]

but the fire is so delightful

rated T / 6.6k / holiday fluff

This was written for the spicy six winter challenge run by @thefreakandthehair - thank you so much for putting this together! My prompt was ‘fireplace’ and I got a bit carried away

Tags: Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Cabin Fic, First Kiss, Huddling For Warmth, Fluff, Presents

When Robin and Dustin back out of the trip to Steve’s grandparents’ cabin over Christmas break, Steve’s a little disappointed. But he can’t lie: the idea of spending the weekend alone with Eddie is pretty damn appealing. He’d been hoping to get Eddie away from the others, so he could finally tell him how he feels, and now he’s got the whole weekend to do it.

EXCERPT:

He gets out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition, and hops up the steps to Eddie’s door.

It swings open before Steve gets a chance to knock, and his heart leaps. Eddie’s standing there with a black sweater under his leather jacket, a buffalo plaid scarf looped around his neck, and a black beanie pulled snugly over his head.

Music swells and Steve wonders if maybe he’s asleep, slumped over the counter at Family Video, some cheesy romance film playing on the store’s television. But then he realizes the music is only a Christmas tune, coming from the next trailer over.

Eddie grins. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

They stare at each other that moment too long—the moment that makes Steve hope—and then Eddie’s gaze moves past Steve. “Thought you were picking me up last.”

“I am.”

Eddie’s brow furrows. “Are Buckley and Henderson invisible now, or…”

“They’re not coming.”

“What? Why not?”

Steve sighs, breath misting in the air, and explains what happened.

“I saw Henderson yesterday and he didn’t say anything.”

“And I saw Robin yesterday and she was fine.” Steve shifts his weight. “And her cough was super fake.”

“Something’s afoot.”

“Yeah, they’re being weird.”

“Hm.” Eddie crosses his arms. “Should we investigate the weirdness?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know, man. I already went by their places—if they don’t wanna come, they don’t wanna come.”

“Well, that just leaves more fun for us.” Eddie winks. “Unless you wanna call the weekend off?”

“No way. I need to get out of here.”

Before Steve can ask if Eddie still wants to go, Eddie says, “Excellent,” picking up a bag and guitar case just inside the door, and slams the door behind him. “Onward,” he says, waving an arm, “to the Harrington cabin!”

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[hobbithoes]

i may no longer tattoo but my freakish finger bump shalt remain as a reminder ….

[eloquentspeeches]

i so rarely post things to social media anymore, especially my own art, so seeing the nice tags on the wyll textpost memes I made makes me happy ;u;

[arishemmo]

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