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sonic-adventure-3 · 6 months
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sheriff shadow of floating rock world finale
+ ps5-less versions
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yunulus · 9 months
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a friend suggested 'sokka hair loopies' to me and my brain replied: 'everybody (except aang) hair loopies'
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madootles · 8 months
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Hullo Edward
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stevebabey · 1 year
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ok brain whipped up this concept & would NOT leave it alone today so here. have this. this is like ‘started making it. had a breakdown. bon appétit’ in a steddie post for me but alas <3 cw: talks of past sexual coercion
Eddie is mad at Steve.
Which, honestly, might be the worst thing in the entire damn world for all Steve cares. The whole world feels just a little bit off kilter when Eddie’s mad at Steve — because Eddie just loooves the silent treatment.
He’ll usually make a show of it. Pout and stick out his bottom lip, cross his arms, maybe even give a stamp on his big booted feet. Doesn’t say what’s wrong, just glares sulkily. It’s a bit childish, they both know, but Eddie likes to be doted and Steve loves to do the doting — and it hasn’t caused any proper fights yet.
This time, however, he can tell Eddie is more mad than usual, because this time he hadn’t thrown the usual fuss. Instead, he’d just gone quiet. All glowers and glares. Not even a pout, and certainly not a peep.  
And it’s just the worst because the version of Eddie that Steve knows best is a chatterbox. Can’t shut up, won’t shut up. Steve normally loves it.
And alright— maybe Steve deserved it for not picking him up after one of Eddie’s gigs. Especially because Eddie had specifically asked him too as well, considering his own van was in the shop.
But it’s not like Steve could control when his parents decided to waltz back into Hawkins!
They always seemed to run on their own timetable, or on what seemed like an entirely different orbit. Yet, they had no trouble roping Steve back into their routine, stuffing him back into a place, without any regard to his opinion on the matter. Which was exactly what they had done that evening.
But that didn’t really matter, Steve thinks with a sigh, because he knows it’s not really just because he didn’t pick Eddie up. It was because of what Steve said.
Gareth’s mom had swung by and while Eddie had gotten an eyeful of that suspicious look that followed him everywhere since the events of the Upside Down, Eddie had gotten home safely. Majorly annoyed but safe which was what mattered most.
He had then released his said-annoyance onto Steve.
But see, Steve was already tired from the prodding and lecturing of his parents. They’d been awfully disappointed to find he had yet to move on from his job at Family Video and worse, had badmouthed his choice of friends. Had brought up Tommy and the likes, asked pointedly why Steve hadn’t been seen with them in a few months.
Steve had bit his tongue to not spew out the fact he hadn’t been seen with Tommy for years and that was unlikely to change any time soon.
So, yeah, he was wound up. And Eddie was too. A bit too impatient, a bit too cut that he’d been on the receiving end of yet another scathing interaction because Steve had been so careless to forget to pick him up.
He’d said as much, jabbing a finger and dramatically reenacting the tense conversation he’d had to have with Gareth’s mother.
It had led to a spat, which led to an argument. Steve sat on the bed in Eddie’s trailer and toyed with a loose thread as Eddie pacing before him.
“You should’ve been there.”
“I know.” Steve ground out the words, eyes on the floor, feeling too much like he was still back home, still being lectured by his father about his good-for-nothing son. The thread was coming looser in his fingers with all his fiddling.
“You know? Is that all you’re gonna say?” Eddie asked, exasperated, but the moment Steve’s lip part to respond, Eddie had steamrolled on. Gareth’s awkward smile and his mother’s tight bunched up shoulders were still fresh in his memory.
“Great! That’s just fantastic, Steve. You knew and you still didn’t show up!”
Steve’s head shot up, brow furrowed. “That’s not what I meant.”
Like a kettle coming to boil, Steve could feel some bitchy comment lurch up his throat with his growing frustration. It was easy to think of things to say to hurt Eddie, to lash out, to make it so Eddie was the one with his head bowed, voice quiet.
Steve had learned that the hard part in these moments, is biting his tongue. Swallowing back mean comments. He doesn’t want to be vicious. Loathes the idea of falling back on snarky comments to win a fight, least of all with his boyfriend.
But... old habits die hard.
So, when Eddie had got all up in his face, firing himself up, and said, “Oh, pray tell then Steve what was so important that made you fucking forget your boyfriend.”
Steve had snapped.
“Fuck, do you ever stop? You are so much sometimes!”
The words had flown out in a harsh sneer and they hit their mark exactly as intended.
Because Steve knew all about that strange bubble of fear that lives inside Eddie— the part that didn’t care at all what strangers thought of him, but cared so much about those he came to trust. The part that worried that being big and brash all the time would be too much for people. That the reason they originally liked Eddie, would become the same reason they’d eventually dislike him for.
Steve had once told him he couldn’t ever get enough of him— let alone too much. It’s why he’d known where to strike.
Eddie’s expression has flinched, his eyes going from simmering to hurt in a few seconds flat. His fists unclenched at his side and Steve had felt the regret curdling up in his gut, a terrible sour feeling that had him shooting to his feet in an instant.
“Eddie, wait, I—”
“Leave.” Eddie said, voice dangerously low. There wasn’t room to push it. Nothing left to argue.
But still, Steve had wavered, swaying as a tidal wave of shame burned hot up his neck. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix this.
But Eddie couldn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the ground and despite how much it had pained Steve to go, he knew he couldn’t fix it, not then and there. The door had hit him on the way out.
That had been two whole days ago. The guilt of it makes it feel like it was hours ago, still fresh as ever.
Steve had been diligent in giving Eddie his space to cool off.
The call Steve made the morning after never got picked up, just rang endlessly until the voicemail kicked in. Even though Eddie was always home Wednesdays. It told Steve well enough that Eddie was still well and truly mad.
Which was fair enough. Steve had been an asshole. Let himself fall back on old habits and stab a weak spot he only knew because Eddie trusted him, then twisted the knife as well.
But it’s like he said — silent treatment from the guy who usually can’t keep quiet is discerning to say the least. It itches uncomfortably at Steve who finds himself unusually eager to apologise.
Because, damn, if Steve doesn’t hate apologising.
Apologising means pulling out the stops, means admitting shamefully everything you’d done wrong, means having to prove how sorry you were.
It had been like that living under his father. When he was seven, Tommy had accidentally pitched a baseball through one of the windows. It had smashed right through, completely shattered. Steve had taken the fall.
He’d said sorry, head bowed, even though it had been an accident. And after he’d made Steve repeat his apology til it was a rigid phrase in his mouth, Richard Harrington had said; ‘Well, why don’t you prove how sorry you are, Steven?’
He’d ended up being his father’s personal beer boy for that week. Fetching them ice-cold from the garage at his father’s every call, from the moment he was home from school, to prove the apology was legitimate.
It had worked— after a week of doting, extra effort into keeping his room clean and to keep his father happy, Richard had permitted his son a rare smile and ruffle of his hair. ‘See? I know you were sorry now.’
Steve had learnt quickly in his childhood to go to lengths to avoid trouble with his father. To avoid the tumultuous apologies he’d have to perform, jumping through hoop after hoop for forgiveness.
But even then, Steve couldn’t escape them with friends, and especially not with girlfriends.
Tilly had been like that too. She’d been Steve’s freshman girlfriend, eyeshadow baby blue and lips always glossy. When Steve did things she didn’t like —spent Saturdays with his other friends, was late to dates— she’d pout her glittery lips and bat her eyes. ‘Aren’t you gonna make it up to me?’
Steve had — had pulled out the stops, emptied his pocket change to buy her flowers, went to second base because she really wanted him to, all to prove his apology. Until Tilly was back to her sugary smiles and fluttering hazel eyes.
It had even been like that with Nancy, though not quite to that extent. Forking out his savings to buy the nicest bouquet he could find, prepared to make it up to her, even if he wasn’t quite sure if it was him who was supposed to be apologising. But she’d gone silent treatment on him, so…
So, Steve hates apologising— but even more than that, is how much he hates Eddie’s quiet. So, when his boyfriend calls the Family Video on Friday midday, when he knows Steve’s soloing, and invites him over, Steve prepares himself for the grovelling to come.
The mixtape he’d already made sits in the gearbox of his car, carried around with him since he finished it. Upon hanging up the phone, Steve’s eyes catch on the florist across the street. His mind spins with all his knowledge of Eddie’s favourites — should he get those sour candies Eddie loved so much as well?Would it be too much?
Steve scoffs at the irony of his worries, considering what he was apologising for. Besides, it was never too much. There were never enough things to show he was sorry.
And Eddie couldn’t exactly be bought — not that was what this was. But Steve knew his boyfriend preferred all things in the manner of touch. That Steve’s affection was a far higher currency than anything bought with money.
That’s fine. Steve can do that.
He’s got a whole speech planned, honest. The smudged bullet points scrawled on his palm are testament to that, there to keep him on track and Steve checks them over religiously as he drives over after his shift.
It all goes out the window when Eddie opens the door, because Steve’s heart hiccups, splutters, soars forward in his chest.
Eddie looks just the same, his usual ripped jeans and dark shirt with a band Steve doesn’t know and yet— yet.
Steve is overcome by how much he missed Eddie.
Overcome at how those two days felt like two weeks to him. His mouth opens and the words burst out, “I’m sorry.”
part two.
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carnivalcarrion · 8 months
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ayyyy ok here's some extra Laughingstock Sillies from the past week or so. it aint much but its honest work
(human!Barnaby's design is partycoffin's - from their pokemon au! he's beautiful....)
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flustersnaggle · 29 days
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IT'S SHOWTIME! blue hilmoore (he/him) — gloomy // dance machine // clumsy
the newest and youngest addition to the family clowning business. often finds himself wishing he were more smiley like his job frequently asks of him.
general: face skinblend // facekit 1 // facekit 2 // hair // hairline // brows // eye preset (F eyes preset 1) // lashes // eye color // eyeshadow // eyeliner // ears // blush 1 // blush 2 // blush 3 // blush 4—... wait, we had a fourth blush? // nose blush (nose blush N1) // clown nose // lips overlay (lips N29) // lip contour // teeth // star facepaint // skinblend (skin N9 overlay) // skin tints // hands // nails everyday: collar // outfit // gloves (base game) // shoes // [PREVIEW IMAGE ONLY] cloak formal: hat // cape // tuxedo // undershirt (playdate bodysuit) // pants (kokoro jeans) // leggings (classic tights) // shoes (vintage glamour) athletic: headphones // top // shorts (throwback fit) // socks // shoes sleep: scarf // outfit (no available link...) // socks // shoes (holiday) party: hat // collar // outfit // gloves // leggings // shoes swimwear: outfit (island living) // shoes (island living) hot weather: top (mock turtletank) // bag // gloves // shorts // shoes cold weather: hat // scarf // top // gloves (base game) // pants (ava trousers V1) // socks (base game) // shoes
thank you! — @atomiclight, @pyxiidis, @okruee, @o0corruptedghoul0o, @rheallsim, @ssspringroll, @obscurus-sims, @kijiko-sims, @pralinesims, @goppolsme, @simandy, @vuluun, @squea, @magic-bot, @ddarkstonee, @brainstrip, @crilender, @saruin, @valhallansim, @synthsims, @its-adrienpastel, @cosmiccs4, @dissiasims, @148dazed, @simblob, @madameriasims4, @manul-sul-sul, @clumsyalienn
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.
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irulan · 17 days
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they put my tiny baby boy to sleep today. they took him away from me he was my whole wide world and more without him I'd have killed myself thrice over in the last 8 years he was my everything he was so good and loving and sometimes so endearingly stupid and headstrong and lazy he loved his little boxies and scratches behind his ears and he let me hold his paw but hated when I did it to his tiny feeties he is the very best boy there ever was and idk how to exist in a world without him in it he used to follow me from room to room like a dumb idiot tiny dog and even when I was so depressed I didn't think I'd get out of bed he was always there always making me feel not alone and now he's gone. those are the last pictures I took of my idiot baby boy in his boxy. I just wanted someone to know that I love him more than the whole wide world and I'll never not miss him and that i love him and love him and love and everywhere I look is a place he isn't anymore and it makes me wanna end it all. I love you so much forever
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philsbrownquiff · 2 months
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They DID press the polyamory button… HOWEVER. I do not care 🙈🙉🙊
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forestofsprites · 5 months
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[voice of a guy who just burst into tears after reading a paragraph about cooking soup with your partner in the midst of winter] yyeah im fine im good and okay and feeling normal and great even good in a sense is how im feeling
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calciumyum · 1 year
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Moments before arson!
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‘kh2 atlantica is the worst world in the series’ then explain THIS
aka a short compilation of sora singing
(view this video on youtube)
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rainymoodlet · 5 months
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[ A Picnic... ]
Part 1 of 2 💐
@mattodore @morrigan-sims
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penandinkprincess · 8 months
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okay but i am Somft about the idea of the first time ellie gets sick after they settle in jackson 
i feel like in fedra, disease would be a big concern, so sick kids in the orphanage would be quarantined off and seen to only occasionally by a minder in a mask. otherwise things like food would just get dropped off at the door. so ellie is used to just being lonely and miserable and sometimes crawling on the floor when she was really sick, too weak to stand. 
and then she gets sick in jackson (maybe something going around the school?) and joel?? spends time with her? brings her food and drinks and checks on her regularly? sits next to her on her bed when she’s got chills from her fever?? even props her up against him bc she’s so congested, it’s hard to breathe otherwise
and it’s nice and she kind of thinks she’s hallucinating but what?? gives?? he could get sick?? why is he not just putting food by her door and leaving her to be sick on her own? 
just ellie experiencing being tended by a parent when she’s sick for the first time and being MIND BOGGLED about it
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godbirdart · 8 months
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me, checking myself out in the mirror: girl dinner
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carnivalcarrion · 3 months
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I'd say that in the middle of above and below Is limbo.. or the middle! Basically maybe where wallys trying to contact us? Or maybe someone?
LIMBO THAT'S THE BITCH - i couldn't for the life of me recall the correct word, thank you
honestly i think Wally is contacting our world through it, but i doubt he's in it... if the pits / portals / possible entrances to limbo are the source of the black stuff, i have a feeling that Wally might not want to be in there. Between Places are rarely fun to exist inside of, anyway.
#but yeah if above is Us#and below is Home#then limbo is... what? there's gotta be Something in there if not Someone#whatever it is it's gotta be where you go when you leave the neighborhood#step off set and into the void babey!#which makes sense considering. Several Things which will for now not be listed#since i don't want to directly cite livestream trivia and concept art rn#that'd be a whole nother omelette to burn!#rambles from the bog#homebogging#wh speculation#welcome home speculation#ACTUALLY FUCK WAIT ABOVE IS PROBABLY HOME WHILE BELOW IS OUR WORLD#MY REASONING:#the phrase means that whatever happens in a higher plane of existence also happens in a lower one#in the so-below image it could be interpreted that the red splatters around home's window are meant to be the black stuff#thats plaguing the whrp. just... red since the rest of the art is black#and it's starting to become apparent that what wally can directly affect our world - he can tinker with the site and presumably reality#he's the one peering In. from outside. or above#black stuff plagues home. it plagues the whrp from letters/material sent By Wally#and then the spiral/eye pit in 'our' world is on the ceiling - while in wally's world it's under home#he's Over the possible limbo/between while we're Under it#plus i'd argue that a world where reality is malleable would be a higher plane of existence#and then limbo... would that be affected by either? or would it be the one to affect other planes?#but anyway! what do i know!
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