#they're unavoidable

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie walks into his house after a three-day work trip in NYC to find…..a lot of boxes.

Most of them cardboard, most of them labeled DONATE or TRASH or GARAGE in Steve’s familiar handwriting.

“Oh, jeez,” Eddie mutters, because he knows what this is. Sure enough, he follows a trail of boxes upstairs to find the rest of his family in his youngest daughter Hazel’s room.

“Spring cleaning?” Eddie asks.

“Spring cleaning,” Moe says with an affirmative nod.

“Just Hazel’s room?” he asks, because Moe and Robbie are looking awfully comfortable sitting on Hazel’s bed while Hazel herself is rummaging through a back corner of her jam-packed closet, Steve watching over her shoulder with his hands on his hips.

“Uh, well, Moe ‘doesn’t do clutter’,” Steve says as he looks over at Eddie, “and therefore is exempt, apparently, and Robbie’s room gives me a migraine.”

“Plus,” Moe cuts in, “Robbie’s room is all clutter. If we get rid of it all, she'd have no personality left.”

“Hey,” Robbie says, jabbing her elbow into Moe's side, “Don’t be rude.”

Steve gives Eddie a do you see what I’m dealing with kind of look as Hazel finally emerges from her closet. 

“Dad, do you want this?” Hazel asks, holding out a very small, dog-shaped notebook with a comically large spiral binding that she probably acquired when she was in elementary school, “For writing or whatever?”

“Uh…”

“Just say yes so I can move some shit out of here,” Steve mutters, so Eddie takes the notebook from Hazel, and as soon as she was turning back to her closet, Steve took it from him and tossed it into the ‘Donate’ box in the hallway.

A moment later, Hazel emerged again, turning around to show everyone two plastic lawn flamingos (mismatched, Eddie notes).

“Thoughts?” she asked.

“Hon, those don’t even match,” Steve says (and he sounds all beleaguered and everything as if all this wasn’t his crusade to begin with), “They’re two totally different shades of pink.”

“Well, did you know that they’re actually white when they’re born? And then they eat mostly shrimp and that’s how they turn pink.”

Steve just stares at her for a moment, “Okay, Haze, those are plastic.”

“You should keep those,” Moe said, “Genuinely they’re, like, decor. You can put them somewhere.”

They spend a few minutes watching Hazel precariously balance the flamingos’ spindly legs on top of her bookshelf, but it doesn't take long for something else to catch Steve's eye.

“What’s that?” Steve asks, jutting his chin in the direction of something on an open shelf of Hazel’s dresser.

Hazel fetches a plastic Starbucks cup with a dozen or so dusty rocks inside.

“They’re rocks,” Hazel points out, “From when we went to the Grand Canyon.”

“Okay…” Steve says slowly, “Do they have to be in your sock drawer?”

“Why don’t you put them on your windowsill?” Robbie suggests, “You can charge the rocks, like, spiritually.”

“Oh yeah, there’s an idea,” Steve comments, but Hazel is already halfway to the window. Still, she pauses, and then turns back to face them.

“Do you think they miss their home?” she asks.

“What?” Steve looks at her.

“In the Grand Canyon?”

“Oh, Hazel,” Steve sighs.

“We could try to ship them back,” Moe suggests.

“None of you are helping.”

[zeldalizzy]

For Christmas this year, my siblings all gave each other a wonderful gift: the flu.

Please keep us all in your prayers because I have five siblings, three of which are younger than ten lol. I haven't gone down yet, but I have resigned myself to the reality that it is coming for me. Hopefully if I do go down, at least I will have time to hopefully work on some art 🤣

Sickness is the worst, so to all those who are also sick this Christmas season, I hope you all feel better soon!!

How I am going to be feeling in about two days:

Art by JoJo @linkeduniverse

[asharkbite]

Knockout and Breakdown, and Kremy and Gideon have the exact same vibe and NO ONE can convince me other wise.

I mean come on, someone smaller who's vain, lying, and sassy is protected by a strongman who's brawn is better than brain and every once in a while has a good heart. COME ON!!!

ANYWAYS thank you for coming to my ted talk take my idea of kobd costumes for Kremy and Gid <3

[case-files-and-wine]

thinking abt maya seeing through trucy's facade because she's ALSO been a young traumatised child who grew up wanting to please the adults around her and having to be grateful to be taken in. about her accepting that this is something trucy will continue to do because as a child with no real agency it is the one thing she has to protect herself. and she doesnt try to fix it but instead reassures her as often as she can that love can be unconditional

[buggitino]

more headcanons about sebastian solace from the hit game pressure roblox

back on my bullshit and i promise i only talk about The Situation a little bit

☆ his third arm is more sensitive than the other two (i'm thinking that either the USHD doctors fucked something up during the operation OR it grew in wrong, nerve endings closer to the epidermis and whatnot, something like that)

☆ just hates being touched in general, he’d rather initiate that contact (need an update where he gently —> not very gently shakes expendables off (depending on whether and how much they’ve annoyed/flashbanged him) when they climb him) ☆☆ part of this is due to trauma, he cant trust anyone to touch him without hurting him ☆☆ the other part is that he’s got that fucking dawg in him (i’ll get to this in a second)

☆ unlike what his new voice lines are starting to suggest about his character (i’m not gonna talk about zerum again because i think everyone knows what's happening at this point and ive already thrown in my two cents) he does NOT hate the expendables. literally his first line upon meeting him in his shop has him calling himself your friend (as strained of a connection as it may be, he could very easily not offer items, not share documentation/info, and just take the expendables data and hoard anything he picks up to make it harder for them to get to the crystal) (like yes, it's a mutually beneficial relationship but if sebastian didn't care about or sympathize with the expendables to some extent, it wouldn't be). i really do think he just has a short fuse (i'm not going to bring up trauma again, however-) and says things he doesn't mean (e.g. “they deserved it. and frankly so do the rest of you.” (im coping with the mischaracterization of these new lines leave me alone)) as a means of protecting himself and pushing the expendables further away (both physically and emotionally)

☆ he’ll act like a brat once they’re done, but he lets younger expendables sleep in his shop (he cares about them but would never in a million years let them know that) ☆☆ if a younger one comes in with a bunch of adult expendables, he’ll treat them all the same but will secretly slip the younger one some extra batteries, gauze, something unnoticeable (he feels especially responsible for the younger male expendables cause they remind him of his little brother)

☆ sometimes he thinks he can hear his family's voices on the radio, just under all the static, calling out for him like a search party would. he used to cry over this but he almost got caught once by an expendable coming into the shop so he does his best to tune it out. it’s hard. guilt pulls at his stomach every time he hears a clip of his family, begging for him to come home, to respond, something, anything, and he ignores it.

☆ autism (cause i said so) - i'm including this one for the sole reason that he does the dinosaur thing with his third arm and generally keeps his hands clasped together in the secret dinosaur position (he just like me fr) ☆☆ hates bright lights (the only light he uses/allows in his shop is the one he emits) (its a very soft/warm hue as opposed to the bright fluorescents throughout the rest of the facility) (not to bring up the flash beacon, obviously nobody likes getting flashbanged and he's got angler eyes but sTILL)

☆ he used to hate eating fish (pre-op) and now he’s pissed cause it’s all he has available and the DNA changes made it so fish is the yummiest tastiest thing in the world (i like imagining him actively fighting the urge to eat whatever fish he’s cooked in one bite cause he refuses to acknowledge that he's changed on a level that isn't physical/appearance-based)

☆ calls grown adults “kiddo” (even the ones that are older than him) ☆☆ he gets a certain kind of joy from seeing the 40/50/60 year old expendables try to figure out just how old he is after they get called “kiddo”. it’s extra fun for him when they’ve clearly already heard the rumors and/or gotten a glimpse of his file

☆ the ring is just an accessory, a bracelet on the floor or in a locker he found and liked. assumed nobody was gonna claim it and kept it (shoutout to @/lotus.eaterr on tik tok for this one!!!!)

[qoldenskies]

it was time to take this out of the hands of fate and into that of free will KINDA OBSESSED WITH THIS

(context for people who dont read my tags)

THANK YOU THANK YOU //I SKETCH A BOW

[quailxcrossing]

it seems the timing’s always wrong for the ones who wait too long!

a painting experiment i did tonight that im pretty proud of! i love drawing

this is my darling OC Alto (they/them) they have experienced unspeakable horrors and I really wish I could say they're fine. at least they're gorgeous

[sysig]

VUXPet (Patreon)

[mushroompoisoning]

I love characters that Never Stood A Chance. like from the moment they gained consciousness it was over. people were already fucking up their life in irreversible ways and they never got a chance to recover. its a million times better if they turn into a horrible person and die a miserable yet ultimately very deserved death

[cosmorom]

wrote 5 full pages of essay in one hour, feeling the goat (it seems written in hieroglyphics)

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

i know it's gonna sound petty or bitter or mean or something but like. trying to wish some insufferable mean person well and "kill them with kindness" is. for me personally. one million billion percent less effective than remembering that they're gonna have a bad day at some point & carrying that little bit of solace in my heart as i Move On

[bi-galacticgargleblaster]

"Hey Umbreon, why don't you have a pet?"

ah you see my requirements for a suitable companion pet are as follows:

Will not set off my intense anxiety about accidentally killing a living creature through negligence, ignorance, or accident

Will never require me to deal with gross smelling bodily fluids/waste in unexpected places (eg outside of a litter tray)

Has flexible care requirements that are considerate of my schedule and variable level of (dis)ability

so, I currently have a large collection of plush toys and a couple of dying house plants

[astillnight]

please please please oh my fucking god give your dog something to do instead of shutting it in your yard all fucking day and night and letting it lose its mind and bark and howl and straight try to attack people just walking past across the road holy shit

[prentissluvr]

with the way i obsess over these men so bad they'd never believe i'm a real life lesbian HAHAHA

[stoner-butch-blues]

I didn't think I'd have to filter out christmasfics for this show. And yet

[per1w1nkl3]

HOW HAD I NEVER WATCHED THE TALENTED MR RIPLEY BEFORE WHAT THE FUCK WHAY DIES IT HAVE TO END THAT WAY WHAT THE FUCKKKK