#this is my first post lol

[moonknightshifts13]

Do You Really Want Me?

FWB! angst Steven Grant x gender-neutral reader

note: this is my first ever post and story, please let me know if you like it and comment with some ideas/tips :D thank you!! This story is also in a first pov.

Steven and I were hanging out in his flat, as we usually do after work. We have been in this friends-with-benefits situation for more than a year and neither of us has gained the courage to actually ask the other about it. We’re both seated on his bed and I’m resting against his chest as I scroll through my phone. Steven is reading his book, as usual, and he looks down at me as I’m scrolling away. 

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“Can we- can we talk?”

My heart beats quickly and I put my phone down, I sit up and I stare at Steven. Steven putting down his book and fixing his glasses, he looks at me. 

“Oh- um, what you wanna talk about…?”

“Us. I want to talk about us, Y/N…”

“Oh…what about us?”

“So um…what are- what are we…?”

I look at Steven a bit confused and unsure. My heart is racing and my mind is going all over the place. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do, I can’t stop shaking. 

“We’re….we’re best friends Steven, you silly. Remember?”

“Oh..”

Is all Steven says and I can see the hurtful expression on his face. My face expression shifts from confusion to hurt. 

“Wait- no. Steven, I didn’t mean it like that. You know I-”

“Do you really want me?”

I’m caught off guard by his question and I just stare at him.

“What?”

“I said, do you really want me?”

“Steven- yes. Yes! Of course I really want you. Why wouldn’t I?”

Steven just stares at me and his face still shows a hurtful expression and I look at him. He just nods and he glances at me then he shifts to stand up from his bed. I move back a bit and I stare at him, an eerie silence falling amongst us. 

“I’m gonna make tea- do you want some?”

Steven asks without looking at me. I stare at him and I nod softly, gently gripping onto the sleeve of my hoodie.

“Yes..yes, I’d like that Steven…”

I say softly and he just nods. He goes to his small kitchen, leaving me alone with my feelings and thoughts about his question: ‘Do I really want him?’

[vells-greath]

POV: you’re a hero who fell for your mechanic.

[boldlyqueertastic]

thank you Ethan for fueling a lot more Spock art and fics 🫡

[alleycatcharades]

Hi, this is the first post I’ve ever made on Tumblr so I hope it’s good! This is some Cherik fan art I made. He’s one of my favorite phantoms :)

[eddie-munsons-missing-nipple]

Musician Eddie Munson

Ok hear me out, I know we all love Eddie being a musician and Corroded Coffin content, but trust me: Eddie Munson would love Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO). 

Now I know it’s past Christmas time but TSO does have non-holiday music, particularly their Night Castle and Beethoven albums. Give them a listen, trust me. TRUST ME. 

I love the idea of Eddie in a modern AU being super into TSO, but I also am frothing at the mouth at the idea of Eddie making TSO music (either as a member of the band, or making this Corroded Coffin’s catalog or something??) 

I also have a pet headcanon about Steve being trained in classical piano at his mother’s insistence as a kid, and maybe his father insisted he stop or maybe he still practices sometimes but isn’t loud about it. Either way, Eddie hears him playing some Rimsky-Korsakov one day and it ends up inspiring Corroded Coffin’s newest song, A Last Illusion. Maybe Steve joins the band as their pianist? THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS.

Also, TSO was founded by some of the members of Savatage,  which is a metal band from the 80s/90s that is so Eddie Munson coded. 

Anyway that’s all for now, but please let me know if you want to discuss because I have 8000 more hours worth of thoughts about TSO music and Steddie. I’ve never posted this kind of stuff before but I simply had to tell someone before I exploded. 

[moonyrock]

Hi I wrote smth- a snippet of Remus waiting on the train to go to hogwarts for the first time… this will probably be a part of a longer collection of scenes from Remus’s childhood after he got bitten and before he attends hogwarts🙃

Wednesday, 1 September 1971

He’s been sitting in the compartment for four minutes. It smells. The seat is itchy, and he’s running hot in the various layers of new robes. This is his first time wearing wizarding robes again since- a long time, and his back feels sticky. And the bottom of his thighs. Fibers from the cushion of the train seat keep pushing through the robe material, and Remus can feel each one poking him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm his senses. Keeping his eyes closed, he starts swinging his feet back and forth. And then bouncing his legs. Then tapping his fingers on his knee, and finally, roughly crossing arms, tucking his hands under his armpits and sitting up straight.

One more minute passes.

Looking out the window, Platform 9¾ is starting to fill up. His dad made him get here early “to make a good first impression”. There was no one to see Remus’s “impression”, and now he watches as families stream through. One kid comes out the barrier sprinting and topples over, his cart continuing at high speed and crashing into the opposite column. A woman, who Remus assumes is the boy’s mother, picks him up by the collar and scolds him as the boy pouts and avoids eye contact, looking down to make his hair fall over his face. “Not a good first impression” Remus hears his dad’s voice in his head.

Remus’s dad left him at the platform with a firm hand on his shoulder and gruff goodbye, a worried look in his eye as he ran his gaze over his son. Remus’s mam was sick again, she stayed home.

This morning, Remus said goodbye to his mam in the kitchen while his dad waited by the doorway to apparate both of them to Kings Cross Station. His mam sat at the table with her mug of tea and a weird look on her face Remus didn’t quite understand. She told him to be good, and to be careful, and to not lose his temper too often, and that she loved him. Very much. Remus didn’t like the way she was looking at him, so he stared into her cup and gave a quick nod.

Six minutes have passed when the compartment door slams open, startling Remus away from view of the mother and son. He frowns at the girl standing in the doorway wearing a sheepish expression, her red cheeks almost matching the color of her hair.

“Oh” the girl says, “sorry, must’ve gotten the wrong compartment, I thought this was my friends’”

Remus presses his lips together and continues to stare at the girl until she steps away, squeaking “right, sorry”, and closes the compartment door, softly this time. Now that she’s gone, Remus becomes painfully aware of how alone he is in his little train compartment, and the growing noise of the station starts to close in on him again. Eight minutes have passed.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[kosalus]

bicep meme 2 electric boogaloo with dame aylin and isobel

[ameriel]

anyone know if we have catgirl tomorrow

[hinamie]

redraws featuring some of my fav megu moments(tm)

[densewentz]

a quick silly sketch based off my earlier post about the Cat King having a mistaken identity crisis when Edwin and Co. don't recognize him in his new cat form post-esther

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

(source)

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[kitamars]

doodles as i relive my spideyman phase from eighth grade

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[peach-pot]

(if you don’t mind reblogging this post, that would be groovy ^_^)