#the boat ride

[iftitah]

my head hurts the colors are not washing off completely

[designerripon]

Arabic Alphabet Boat | আরবি বর্ণমালা | Arbi Bornomala | আলিফ বা তা ছা | ...

[actual-lea]

Obsessed with the implication that this is the first time in his life Gale has ever felt nervous.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My whole high school went on a Disney cruise as a field trip. The Disney ride makers had made large scale versions of Disney boat rides made for the cruises to go on. Needless to say it was disastrous when the cruise full of 3000+ high school age kids was sent through the scaled up version of Splash Mountain. Also, every room on the cruise was normal except for mine, which was just the bathroom from saw 1.

[lazer-meme]

more steddie confessions and eddie doing something absolutely embarrassingly clumsy and lame after please

[loveinhawkins]

kept thinking about Eddie & Steve deliberately making jokes to ensure that Dustin and co don’t get into the boat on Lover’s Lake.

“Nicely done,” Steve says when they’re far enough away from the bank—when they’ve left a disgruntled Dustin behind rather than a worried one.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” Eddie says—glances back to where the kids are, although they’ve already got swallowed up by the darkness. “‘Course, man.” He gives a weak smile as he drags the oar through the water. “Those little shrimps would probably try and, like, cannonball right in, and honestly? I, uh, really don’t think my heart could handle that.”

“Yeah, they… really throw themselves into things.”

Steve decides that he’s never gonna bring up Operation Child Endangerment if Eddie’s in the vicinity—the dude already looks at them all like they’ve got a few screws loose, he doesn’t wanna make it worse.

Although, on second thought, him and Dustin probably let that particular cat out the bag with their persistent optimism way back in the boathouse: “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie’s wide-eyed look painted a thousand words.

Oh, he thinks you’re crazy, sing-songed the perpetual high schooler hiding in Steve’s brain. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson thinks you’re crazy. Time to seriously re-evaluate your life choices.

“Did you think Eddie was a bit, uh, weird back there?” Dustin asked him later. “Like, he’ll be okay, right?”

Dustin was prone to using ‘weird’ as a catch-all term, where it could mean anything from someone being genuinely weird to them experiencing severe emotional distress.

Steve clapped him on the shoulder reassuringly. “Henderson, I’m pretty sure he thinks we’re weird.”

He almost wants to make a joke about that now, get Eddie to laugh, maybe. To tell the truth, Steve had almost cracked and laughed himself once he’d gotten into the boat, when he turned and saw Dustin’s comically outraged expression.

It was only as Nancy and Eddie began to row that he registered the laugh would’ve secretly been one of relief—heartened by the sight of the kids left on the shore.

He stays quiet; Eddie’s shoulders are slowly tensing more and more the further across the lake they go.

It’s not noticeable at first—Robin’s providing a running commentary on the movements of Dustin’s compass, while Nancy determinedly pulls her oar in and out of the water—but Steve soon realises that Eddie’s kind of stopped rowing, instead just making ripples as his grip goes slack.

It’s damn hard to see, but Steve just barely makes out Eddie’s eyes glittering in the dark, staring down at the lake.

“Hey,” Steve says quietly. “You don’t have to—we’re not too far out, we can take you back, man.” He tries for levity. “This thing holds three people tops, remember?”

Eddie’s smile is more of a grimace. “Nah, man. Had enough of being chickenshit.”

“Dude, you’re not…”

Steve trails off, biting back his frustration—it doesn’t look like Eddie’s listening to him anyway; he’s still not taken his eyes off the water. Steve briefly wonders if he’s got that thing Robin says she gets sometimes, something about an imp—it’s why she never gets on Ferris wheels or whatever, convinced that she’s somehow gonna fall.

Eddie gives himself a shake and resumes rowing.

“Sorry. S’just… pitch black down there. He—” Eddie clears his throat. “He wouldn’t have seen—”

His voice cracks, fades into the night. His grip on the oar slips—he snatches it back before it can fall.

“Eddie,” Steve begins, but Eddie speaks right over the top of him.

“I—I hoped he was just drowning instead.” Eddie scoffs, and there’s a bitterness to it, an edge of self-loathing that Steve wishes he couldn’t hear. “And then maybe—” A sigh, another grimace disguised as a smile. “That’s a pretty fucked up thing to think, huh?”

He’s got that tone, Steve thinks, like when he kept repeating that he ran away from Chrissy—like he thought that if he said it enough, someone would snap, condemn him. Like he’s looking for proof that he’s monstrous.

Robin’s still talking, tactfully giving Eddie a semblance of privacy. Underneath her chatter, Steve hears Nancy’s rowing falter for just a moment, and he feels a pang in his chest.

He thinks of Barb and drowning. Wonders again if an ordinary tragedy would’ve been better compared to…

Then he lets it all sink back down.

“That’s not fucked up,” he says firmly. “Trust me, dude, that’s… that’s normal.”

Eddie chuckles shortly—it sounds like he’s doing something similar, pushing everything down, down…

“Normal, huh? No-one’s called me that before.”

“First time for everything.”

There’s a flicker of amusement across Eddie’s face when he replies, “Guess compared to you freaks, I’m pretty normal.”

“Ooh, did that feel good?” Steve says, appealing again to his mental high schooler. “Bit of role reversal?”

Eddie laughs more genuinely. “Sure did. Community theatre’s done wonders.”

A silence falls, and Steve encourages himself to get all relaxed by the boat bobbing up and down. Yeah, nothing’s strictly been confirmed yet, but he already knew what he was getting into when he stepped off the shore, water leaking into his shoes.

It’s gotta be him.

“I know what you’re doing, Harrington,” Eddie murmurs.

Steve gives him a questioning look.

Eddie pulls in some long breaths in exaggerated imitation. “You’re not subtle, Mister Swim Captain.”

“Co-captain,” Steve corrects, hiding his surprise. He can’t really imagine Eddie paying attention to the swim team, least of all a former swim team.

“Oh, forgive me for my inaccuracy.”

Hmm, he’s getting borderline poetic, Steve thinks. Like he was with Mordor and stuff.

So. He’s afraid.

“I’ll be fine,” Steve says lightly.

Eddie lets out a short groan, mutters something that sounds like famous last words. Then, quieter still—Steve can’t quite make it out.

Something about the dark.

Steve could repeat that he’ll be fine, but he knows that’s a shit reassurance. He settles for continuing to breathe in and out, long and slow; Eddie’s beginning to look like he’s unconsciously mimicking the pattern, his shoulders lowering.

“Just come back up, Harrington,” he says, so softly that Steve might’ve imagined it.

“Co-captain’s promise,” he says.

Eddie’s lips twitch. But he’s still fixed on the lake’s depths, like he’s waiting for something—dreading it.

Like something’s lurking in the dark.

[princeparadiso]

no childhood should be like this

[msterpicasso]

@elyse.entice

[meshimellow]

IS THE GRIM REAPER MOWING? AREE THE GATES OF HELL A GLOWING?

[virtual-cookie]

So I’m replaying red dead II, and I get to the mission at the end of chapter 5 where Arthur and Charles go out scouting that cave for camp.

there’s an option to take canoes. Charles suggests it. But there’s only 1 so they have to share 😳

BUT THEN they get out of the canoe and steal horses to ride the rest of the way. So what was the point of taking the canoe??? To share a little boat ride with your bestie?? To romantically paddle up creek just to be alone together?? side eye Charles

[wandering-toes]

Who’s in for a Sunday boat ride? I’ll drive 😈

[cheylouwho]

"South park doesn't even have any gay people" don't disrespect big gay al ever again he walked so every cartoon after could run

[ansonmountdaily]

Anson Mount and Rebecca Romijn in Amsterdam

Anson and Rebecca took this great picture while promoting Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 2 in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Rebecca titled the photo "Captain and First Officer" via her Instagram on June 29 2023.

Source: Rebecca Romijn Official Instagram

[merakiui]

so many thoughts in my mind today, but crowley having a crush on you (the new professor who he recently hired) and the students learning one by one about their cringefail headmage and his not-so-secret affections for you, and in classic nrc fashion it becomes a competition amongst the dorms to see who can be the first to pair the two of you together.

on one hand, the students are very efficient when wrapped up in competition. but on the other hand, this is crowley's love life they're meddling in and yikes. T_T his rizz levels are nonexistent. in the negatives. it's very bad. maybe it's worth it to just give them some extra credit so they'll drop the matter altogether? no, he can't! he has to be honest with academics! that would be bribery and he is kind, but not so kind as to cheat the academic system! the other professors find it immensely amusing to see crowley's feathers so ruffled.

also,,,,, what would you think of him if you caught him bribing the students with good grades? >_< he can't possibly be seen in a poor light by you. oh, that would be just terrible! truly tragic! he would never recover! dramatic as always, that crowley...

[hearditinapastlife2019]

there is no version in which you and i don’t meet, e.t.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A tortoise was randomly chewing my hand. Terrified out of my brains, I tried to yank it out only to find out that that was one of the most friendliest tortoises of all times.

Somehow I had reactivated its dormant violence.

P.S. It was our President (of India) who saved my hand and later took me and fam on a boat ride through the backwaters...