#still here though

[kilometresrufflefuck]

save me miles edgeworth. miles edgeworth save me

[farfaras]

Steddie week. Day 6: True / Misunderstandings. 1k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

Inspired/based on this tiktok.

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“Are the small crispy fries your favorite?” Eddie asks once they start eating. They’re sitting on the floor by the coffee table. Their favorite take out’s making an appearance once again.

“What?” Steve turns to Eddie, before taking a bite out of his burger.

“Well, I’ve noticed you gravitate towards those. Are they your favorite?” Oh, Steve does do that. That’s not why, but he can see why Eddie would think so.

They usually share a plate of fries, mirroring what they did during their first date. It sort of became a thing to keep doing it. Steve thought it was cute.

He shakes his head. “No, not at all.”

Eddie seems surprised by this. “Then why do you only eat those?”

“Oh. I just noticed you tend to go for the long soggy fries. So I eat the crispy ones for you.” Steve easily explains.

Eddie lets out a small laugh. “Steve.”

“Yeah?” Steve stops eating. Is it weird that he does that? “What’s funny?”

“The crispy fries are actually my favorite.” Eddie rests his chin on his hand, leaning on the table. He looks extremely amused by this.

“Huh? But you never… really?” Steve is so incredibly confused.

“I just start with eating the soggy ones to leave my favorites for the end.” Well, that’s just something Steve never thought of doing himself.

“Why would you do that if we’ve been sharing?”

“It was just a habit, I guess.” Eddie shrugs. “And then well, I thought you liked the crispy ones too so I just kept eating the soggy ones, so you could enjoy them.” He says. Like that’s not the most adorable, considerate and thoughtful thing someone has done for him. It’s something so small, but it feels so big.

“But the soggy ones are actually my favorite!” Steve exclaims. He grabs Eddie’s shoulders and gently shakes him.

The only thing Eddie does is just burst out laughing. He’s laughing so hard he falls down on his back. Steve can’t help it, he gives in to the laughter too. This is so ridiculous, and it could’ve been completely avoided!

“You’re telling me,” Eddie starts once he seems to have started to calm down. Still on the floor, on his back. “We’ve both been eating our least favorite fry.”

Steve nods. “Yep.”

“For months!”

“Months.” Steve confirms.

“Just because we thought the other liked our favorite kinda fry.” Eddie takes a deep breath, he’s calmed down completely now.

“We really thought.” Steve shakes his head, a disappointing look on his face.

“When we could’ve been eating our favorite kinda fry.” A pause. “For months!” He yells.

“I mean… it’s kinda on us for never asking?” Steve rationalizes. They just assumed. And for the looks of it, they didn’t even mind making that teeny tiny fry sacrifice for each other.

“That’s true.” Eddie sits back up, crisscross in front of Steve. “How long were you gonna keep doing that?”

“Doing what? Eating my least favorite fries so you could have what I thought were your favorites?” Steve thinks he could keep doing that for the rest of his life. Even if him and Eddie weren’t together anymore. He’ll always want Eddie in his life, so he’d keep doing that. Always.

Eddie nods. “I mean, at some point you would’ve gotten tired of it, right?”

“No.”

“No?” Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow.

“For you, every time we had fries; I would’ve kept doing it.” Steve is so very much aware how sincere his voice sounds. It shouldn’t feel like a confession, but it sort of does.

Eddie looks for any trace of hesitation on his face, or signs that he’s just joking. He’s glad he doesn’t find any, because there aren’t any.

Eddie clutches his chest where his heart would be, then he puts his hand on his forehead as if he was swooning. The drama queen falls back on the floor again. Steve rolls his eyes, he’s pretty much used to his antics at this point.

“Oh dear! Steve! Steve Harrington would make such sacrifice? For me? Little old me?” Eddie’s eyes are closed. Maybe because there’s a danger of breaking character if he looks at Steve directly. “Give up his favorite fries? No one possesses this amount of selflessness.”

“You were literally doing the same thing.” Steve tries to remind him.

Eddie ignores him in favor of continuing his dramatic monologue. “Heavens. It must be true love.” Eddie sighs. He opens his eyes abruptly, panicked. “I mean. Uh- um.”

Eddie sits up so fast, Steve worries if he’s dizzy because of the sudden movement. He doesn’t look dizzy, just mortified. Which he shouldn’t be, because for a while Steve has noticed that somewhere along the first time he and Eddie properly interacted and their time dating, he’s probably fallen in love.

Who is he kidding? He absolutely loves this fucking dork. This dork who couldn’t control himself and had to declare his love during a dramatic monologue about fries. Fries.

Steve takes Eddie’s hands in his. Gentle and comforting. “Eds, baby. Relax.” He gives his hands a squeeze.

His curls bounce as he nods, trying to compose himself. He evens his labored breaths.

“It is.” Steve says. Eddie tilts his head up, just enough to look him in the eyes.

“What is?”

“Love. It’s true love.” Steve rests their foreheads together. “No matter the thing, how small, or how big it is. I would do anything for you, Eddie.”

The smile Eddie gives him is blinding.

“I love you, Steve.” Eddie kisses his nose. Makes him giggle.

“I love you, too, Eddie.”

This kiss feels different than the rest. Not because of how gentle, slow and soft it is. But because it’s the first kiss after they’ve expressed their love. It feels charged with truth, finally out. And it feels fantastic.

When they part they cannot help the dopey grins that are plastered over both their faces. Steve feels giddy, not because of what they just said. He’s just also excited. He thinks that even if they have lots to figure out, their future has never looked so bright.

“I think our food’s cold now.” Steve kisses his cheek.

Eddie just throws his head back in laughter.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[professionalowl]

so. um. the good news is we found your boyfriend. the bad news is that, well, we sort of…dug him up…in the middle of a car park. in leicester (buckley et al. 2013). leicester, yeah. sorry. they demolished the friary he was hastily interred in when henry viii dissolved all the monasteries. you know how it is. and as it turns out, well, shakespeare was…sort of right about him. scoliosis, yeah, sorry (appleby et al. 2014). if it makes you feel any better we analysed his bones and it turns out he had a pretty high-protein diet before he died (lamb et al. 2014). and he drank so much wine that it changed their chemical composition, which we didn't know could actually happen before we analysed him (lamb et al. 2014), so he was having a good time, at least. 

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Appleby, J., Mitchell, P.D., Robinson, C., Brough, A., Rutty, G., and Morgan, B. (2014). The scoliosis of Richard III, last Plantagenet King of England: diagnosis and clinical significance. Lancet 383, 1944. 

Buckley, R., Morris, M., Appleby, J., King, T., O’Sullivan, D., and Foxhall, L. (2013). ‘The king in the car park’: new light on the death and burial of Richard III in the Grey Friars church, Leicester, in 1485. Antiquity 87, pp. 519-538. 

Lamb, A.L., Evans, J.E., Buckley, R., and Appleby, J. (2014). Multi-isotope analysis demonstrates significant lifestyle changes in King Richard III. Journal of Archaeological Science 50, pp. 559-565.

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[landoloveclub]

work has drained me today like i could cry

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[bixels]

“America has no culture” is an inherently racist statement. Especially when talking about California, which has enormous populations (yes, plural) of Hispanic and Asian immigrants.

It’s such a self report that you see the American hegemony, the American monolith, as a singularly white entity that’s worthy of scorn. I want that person to look at the Black American NYC Miku design and tell me with their full chest that that isn’t culture. Especially when modern pop culture owes so much to Black American culture — hip hop, language, streetwear and fashion, pop music, jazz — as is actively erasing their roots, saying all of America has no culture is a dumbass statement.

Also, “all the US Mikus are dressed in generic casual street style for coolish weather.” The original Brazilian Miku is wearing sunglasses, a crop top, short shorts, a bikini, and flip flops you absolute dunce. If you’re gonna be rude at least be consistent.

[magpiedraws]

Jon he's really trying here cut him a break

(tumblr crunched the resolution of this comic a lot rip)

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[draculadrawalong]

May 3

My friend Jonathan Harker, food blogger sollicitor from London, is on a work trip in Transylvaina, and he is collecting a ton of recipes for his girlfriend.

[littlebookmermaid]

i just realized that my bio still says that i'm in my mid 20's lmao

i wish

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[suashii]

omg i got so nervous when i couldn’t find your account. glad to see you’re still here tho

yeah sorry about that. . i was feeling weird about tumblr and didn’t feel like keeping up with notifications while i was away so i made the blog private

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[delicourse]

end of spring🌸🧶🌱🧵