#dashed on the floor

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

#ugly crying on the r floor #I thought about this earlier and forgot and then remembered again #and I was soooo happy bc I love this thought #first time baby baths were a nightmare with my niece LOL #she was colicky and hated everything so what was supposed to be a cute n sweet moment #was just her screaming to the tops of her lungs lol #but I believe bkg has a very well tempered first child which makes him want more #then the second one is HIM all over again and he’s like. thanks I’m good no more for me pls AKSJDKD #okay bye I’m gonna catch up on the dash 🏃🏽‍♂️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #dad bkg

[myxomycota]

Leocarpus fragilis by Robert Dash

#leocarpus fragilis #leocarpus #insect egg slime mold #robert dash #texture #trypo #plasmodial #slime mold #slime mould #myxomycota #forest floor #macro photography #myxomycetes #microbiota #microbiology #microorganisms #nature photography #lichen

[femmekarenwilson]

I saw someone* say that if that bucktommy scene had been madney or henren then no one would have batted an eye and actually I'd argue that we already got an equivalent henren scene when they were discussing Mara's integration into their family and her and Denny opening up to each other (a heavy, serious topic), which was followed by Hen making a quip about how she and Karen play good cop and bad cop (tonal shift, inviting banter), to which Karen said "sometimes we switch 😏" (tension-breaking, flirty, sexual). but I'm going to be honest I think no one batted an eye bc some of you don't take lesbian sensuality and sexuality seriously.

#like I was floored by that line I couldn't believe I got to hear tracie thoms say that #and it should have gotten the (positive) 'god I hope so' treatment!!! #these two women have sex!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!! #*I swear if I could find the post I would credit them but it wasn't on my dash and idr whose blog I was scrolling #I should have just added on in a reblog but what are you gonna do #buck x tommy #hen x karen #hen wilson #karen wilson #911 abc #text #thoughts #7x10 #hen #karen

[mintygreencake]

Sugarboo trailing behind Derek as he yaps because his barrier of stank is keeping them from getting anywhere near him. (Surprised that they didn't just pass out in that car with him oh lord I know it smelled horrid 😭)

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice memes #yuurivoice bittersweet #yuurivoice derek #yuurivoice sugarboo #yeah i just know it was bad #I would have been on the floor tearing up and rolling around for air #green cloud of just pure STANK mhmmmm #greasy mf #sugerboo is better then me i would've being hitting the dash

[raycatz]

I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #alrighty! now for my answers- #for the ranch question I think it varies which is why I'm asking in a poll. What do you think happens most often though? #each answer is a fun scenario so it's difficult to choose #but I think they'd try to act politely around Malon and Time for the first couple visits with straws or rock paper scissors #or showing generosity by offering the bed to someone else. (I bet Malon saying they're charming is quite the incentive #for more possible compliments. The chain as a whole would want to prove her right xD ) #Once they're more comfortable in the house though I can totally see Wind and Legend making a mad dash for it while Wars yells after them xD #Wind probably ends up sharing with Four a lot since they're the littles #or Wind snuggles in with Wars Legend Wild etc #Wild and Twi/Wolfie have claimed the spot on the floor by the fireplace. #For inn rooms / castle rooms / camping - I tend to group them by how they're grouped a lot already #but a lil mixed up #Time - Sky - Wars are the good rest trio. they want a good night's rest please let them get their beauty sleep. often joined by Four #Wars goes between this group and wherever Legend is depending on how chatty he is that night. #Twi - Wild - Hyrule are snuggle/proximity buddies #Legend is attached to Hyrule's hip or sets up near Warriors to gossip and gripe. I can also see him setting up near Wild #in the eye of the storm as it were or just an interesting place to be. Wild and Hyrule can get to chatting about everything and anything #so if Legend wants background noise (Hyrule and Wild podcast omg)- #or a conversation he can be half a part of and jump in and out of while getting ready for the night or in the mornings- #this is a good place to be. add Wind and things get a bit more chaotic. #Wind gravitates to Wars and Legend too when curious and chatty. He gravitates towards Time when he wants something calmer. #Four tends to be near Sky or Twi or to Legend's group for the same reasons #I can see Four and Twi having a little book club going during downtimes where they talk about what they're reading. Sky likes to listen. <3 #Wind thinks they're nerds but so is he and he can't resist a good story so he orbits and sometimes settles in and peppers questions. #it's funny that Time Sky and Wars want to sleep the most but Legend follows Wars to chat (and ends up bringing people with him xD ) #there could be some conflict there oooo #Twi is by Time #it's almost a circle but with clusters of sleeping bags near on top of each other and filling the gaps

[flowercrowngods]

In which Eddie likes words that are pretty or funky or weird, and Steve goes on a treasure hunt for Good Words after learning that they make Eddie happy. They are utterly in love.

🤍 also on ao3

Eddie, with his bright eyes and brighter mind, has opened Steve’s eyes to a great many things. Steve just never anticipated that words would one day be included in that. 

It starts with his name. They’re hanging out at Eddie’s and Wayne’s new place, and his boyfriend is pouring over something — Steve can’t quite tell if he’s doing school work or working on his DnD campaign — when Steve hears it. 

“Stevie.” 

He looks up to see what Eddie wants, if he needs anything or if he wants to run something by him, ask for a different word, the time, anything. But Eddie isn’t looking at him. 

Steve frowns slightly and takes to watching his boyfriend instead of turning back to the magazine he’s been reading. Eddie is more interesting anyway, even when nothing’s happening. And, well, he’s right there for Steve to look at. How the hell is he supposed not to watch the way the light catches in those pretty curls and makes them shimmer, thanks to the new conditioner Steve bought him last week. 

Eddie is beautiful. So Steve watches. 

And then he says it again, quietly, as if testing how the word feels on his tongue. “Stevie. Steve. Stevie. Hmm.” 

Eddie doesn’t even seem to be aware of it, and it makes Steve smile, leaning back into the armrest of the couch, his head against the backrest, his view of Eddie unobstructed and perfect. He just wishes he could see his face, but there is a curtain of hair that sort of prevents that. 

“Stevie.”

It’s quiet, somewhere between contemplative and certain, playful and serious. Steve has absolutely no idea what’s happening, but he likes the way Eddie says his name. 

After a while, he can’t hold back on the affectionate amusement anymore and gently calls for Eddie’s attention. “Are you just saying my name?” 

And when Eddie looks up, he almost looks like a little kid that has been caught trying to sneak into a candy shop even though his parents said no. 

“Uh.” He leans back slightly, his pencil landing on the table and Steve follows it with his eyes, when— 

His smile grows, and so does this fondness inside his chest, the affection, the want and need to go over there and wrap Eddie in the tightest, longest, most intimate hug and never let go. 

“Babe, are you writing my name, too?” 

He knows he sounds terribly besotted — because he is. All of that is extremely endearing. 

Eddie, seeing that Steve isn’t mad or annoyed or demanding an explanation, relaxes immediately and shoots Steve one of his shy smiles. The ones that are for Steve’s eyes only. 

“Yeah? I mean, it’s a good name, Stevie, what can I say?” And then, with a different smile, his lips form the word again. “Stevie.” The smile grows, like it just makes him really happy to say it like that. 

“Hey, if it makes you happy, don’t let me stop you.” 

Eddie chews on his lip for a moment, not looking away from Steve, before he shrugs very slowly. “It does.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I like it when words end on that ‘ie’ sound, y’know? I’m not even sure why I like it, but. Steve just feels too short, too crass, too… Too King Steve, if you know what I mean. Adding that extra syllable makes it feel more complete, more rounded, more… I don’t know, it’s just better like this. Stevie. You’re not Steve, you’re Stevie, because those feel like very different names to me.” 

Eddie shrugs again and then looks at the paper, huffing a laugh and nudging it with his pencil, smile still in place, though it’s a bit sheepish now. 

“And then sometimes when I like a word, or when I’ve made it better, I have to write it down. Or, don’t have to. But I want to, and it’s fun. Sometimes it makes me feel very accomplished afterwards.” He chuckles, scratching at the light stubble on his chin. “It’s a bit silly, I know.” 

Steve has been listening with rapt attention, soaking up every new detail about this boy that he likes so much, only to like him even more in the end. 

But he gets up at that last point Eddie makes and walks over until he’s standing between his legs. His hands find their way into Eddie’s hair where he’s tucking it behind his ear, caressing his cheeks, making Eddie look up at him with those bright, trusting, vulnerable eyes. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, hoping that Eddie doesn’t feel ridiculed or exposed just because Steve can’t ever stop being so damn emotional about him. “Eddie. We’ve been through hell and back. Fuck, we’ve been to hell and back. It’s kind of a miracle we’re still alive, okay, so, frankly, if saying my name like that makes you a little happy because it feels right, I am not going to judge you. I’m not asking you to stop. In fact, it’s kinda cute.” 

Eddie flushes and tries to hide his face, but Steve keeps him where he is and catches his lips in a tender kiss, then his nose, his forehead, his temple. 

“And so what if it’s a bit silly or whatever! You’re right, actually,” 

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to look surprised. “How do you mean?” 

“It does sound better like that, the way you say it. Nicer. I like it. So don’t stop on my account, yeah?” 

The surprise melts away and leaves in its wake something softer, something tender, something more. More than relief and understanding and affection. 

“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie says, still looking up at him with those big, brown eyes, illuminated by the desk light, and Steve can’t quite catch his breath. 

So he steals Eddie’s instead when he leans in for another kiss. Slow, careful, because something has changed between them. And it’s a good something, that’s for sure. 

Over the next few days, Steve realises that Eddie refuses to call him anything but Stevie for a while. No pet names, no exaggerated made-up terms of endearment, nothing. And he loves it. Loves seeing the small, shy smile on Eddie’s lips every time, loves the way his own heart skips, because he’s never been Stevie. 

He never got to be Stevie. It was Steven for his parents, Steve for school, King Steve for high school, and Dingus for Robin. This new name, handed to him on a satin pillow of trust and affection, brings something new to him, something softer. It makes him believe, hope, that he could be something softer, too. Soft because that’s what Eddie sees in him, because Eddie believes in him, because Eddie makes him all of that and more. 

Because Eddie makes him Stevie. 

And he thinks he’s falling in love with that boy. 

One night, as they’re holding each other, trying not to fall asleep because the night is fleeting and they barely saw each other today, Eddie refers back to that day a while back. 

“Y’know, I think the whole… Ordeal has done quite a number on me.” 

Steve freezes. They don’t usually do this before falling asleep, they know better than to challenge the nightmares like that, but he’s sure Eddie has a point with this, so he waits for it. 

“The almost dying part, or…?”

“Maybe, but actually just the whole thing. Because during D&D today, I… Or, well, not during DnD, because nothing can break the Dungeon Master, thank God! But before and after, it’s like I’d forgotten how to talk again.” 

Steve blinks. Eddie, forgetting how to talk? Eddie who’s always rambling, always muttering something or other, always keeping the conversation going even when there’s none to be had — forgetting how to talk? Again? That’s what trips up Steve the most, so he finds himself asking. 

“Again?” 

Eddie shifts in his arms, rolls Steve onto his back and crawls on top of him, his head on Steve’s chest, hands still finding his and drawing patterns on his palm. 

“When I was a boy, I was… Well, let’s say, I didn’t quite understand how basic communication worked, and no one really bothered to teach me. I’d just repeat words, repeat questions, entire sentences without really getting my point across, y’know? Like, I knew the words a lot of the time, but connecting everything was a bit overwhelming. It got better in time, I had a pretty great teacher, too, and then learned to just. Mask it. I’d be the crazy guy, sure, the one who’s not making sense when you ask him a simple question, the one who will answer in terminology he read in books because characters there can talk, right, and they don’t get made fun of, and they just. Get to live. By the time Wayne took me in, I knew how to say what I wanted to say, how to answer questions, even though I would still evade them if I didn’t know the answer.” 

“The Shire is burning, so Mordor it is,” Steve says quietly, and Eddie lifts his head to meet his eyes in the dim light of the room. 

“Hm?” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… But when. At Skull Rock. Dustin asked you to come along and I said we can’t just take a walk with you because you were still wanted, and then he asked you. You just said—“ 

“The Shire is burning,” Eddie fills in, as though realisation only just hits him. “So Mordor it is.” He swallows and puts his head back on Steve’s chest, where Steve’s hand immediately finds its way back into his hair. “Yeah. Like that. You got it.” 

“I always thought it was just a quirk. But it’s not?” 

Eddie sighs and seems to want to bury further into Steve. “I mean, I don’t even know at this point. But you understand what I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Steve says, though he’s not sure he really does. Doesn’t think he could, really. “So, what happened with the kids today?” 

“Remember how I have this thing with words? Where I’ll just say them over and over again because they feel good or funky or weird, all that jazz? Well, today’s word, apparently, was luminous.” 

“Luminous?” 

“Luminous. And boy, I think Dustin was mighty annoyed with me. Thought I made fun of him the whole drive home. And I used to have this under control, the funky words and the non-answers and the fucking quirky Munson freak show. Turns out, I don’t. And I blame Vecna.” 

Eddie is done, and he’s quiet, and Steve doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t think there’s anything he can say, could say, to help. 

And he feels stupid when all he says after a while is, “Luminous is a good word, though.” 

But Eddie laughs, and the tension between his shoulders leaves, and he presses a kiss to Steve’s chest. Maybe not so stupid then. “It really is.” 

“What’s it mean?” 

“It means that something’s shining or glowing. Radiant. Bright. Something to do with light.” 

Steve smiles for some reason, forming the word with his lips again. “Good word.” 

Eddie just hums, and Steve mulls over everything that Eddie just told him. They lie there in silence for a while longer, before a thought strikes him. He braces himself the way he always does when he’s about to be vulnerable, when he’s about to expose himself and hope that no one is gonna strike where it’ll hurt the most. 

“Is that why you’re so patient with me?” 

“Come again?” 

“Your… Your difficulty with, uhm, with communication sometimes, right? Is that why you, why you don’t mind when I need a moment to get things, or to say things, or when I need you to use different words? You never make me fee stupid about it, not like… Anyway, I always wondered why you didn’t mind. Guess it makes a little sense now, huh?” 

Eddie is still for a moment before he raises not just his head but his entire body, coming up to straddle Steve’s hips and look him in the eye. 

“You deserve patience, Stevie. First of all. And second of all, it’s not a hardship — and it wouldn’t be a hardship for the buttheads either if they weren’t a bunch of self entitled teenagers. You’re not stupid. You hear me?” 

Steve nods, and Eddie cocks his eyebrow. “Not stupid,” Steve concedes, a smile forming on his lips. “Thank you.” 

“And don’t you forget it,” Eddie threatens, before cuddling back into his earlier position on Steve’s chest. “But yeah, I think you might have a point that you and I, we just…” 

“Match?” 

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, the smile evident even in his voice. “We match.”

They fall asleep like that, holding hands, not willing to let go.

And that is how Steve finds himself looking at words differently. He listens to people differently, still oftentimes not catching their meaning, but he’ll catch their words as though they’re separated from any sort of meaning. He’s collecting them, and remembers that Hop once told him what he and El used to do. 

They’d have this word of the day deal going on, where El would learn one new, possibly big word each day. 

Maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s even offensive or patronising, but he still ends up telling Eddie about it, and the boy’s eyes are, well, almost luminous. 

“You’d want to do that?” 

“Sure,” Steve shrugs, tugging Eddie in for a hug because he never wants to stop holding him, dammit. “Maybe I could learn a thing or two, improve my vocabulary just to defy Dustin one of these days.” 

And Eddie just laughs into Steve’s throat, sounding happy and bubbly and excited. 

Steve realises he would do anything just for Eddie to laugh like this. 

They make it a routine. If Steve wants to get a goodnight kiss, he has to tell Eddie at least one Good Word, as they’re calling them now. The rule gets omitted more often than not, because Eddie simply cannot resist kissing him. Ever. Steve still collects the words for him, catches Eddie writing them down sometimes, over and over again, and just hooks his chin over his shoulder, never interrupting him. Never judging. 

Sometimes when they don’t know how a word is written or what it means, they’ll have a look at the dictionaries in Steve’s mother’s library, or call Nancy or one of the Wonder Whiz Kids with their endless wisdom; though even Dustin doesn’t know how to properly pronounce iridescence. They don’t care, though, because it looks pretty enough. 

The questions rise, people demand to know what’s up, and one day Steve tells them. Not the entire story about Eddie’s struggles with words and communication, but he tells them that, “Sometimes words that look or sound pretty, or funky, or weird, delight Eddie.” 

“Is delight one such word?” Lucas asks, and Steve flips him the bird. 

“Fuck off, Sinclair, or you can leave if you’re going to make fun of this.” 

They all realise pretty quickly that Steve is serious, and thad this is important to him. No one makes another snide remark and they all listen carefully as he tells them about how he and Eddie have been collecting the words.” 

“Like me,” El says, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips and Steve melts as he turns to her. 

“Yeah, El. Like you. I told Eddie how you did it back then, and he absolutely loved it.” 

Eleven looks so proud when he tells her, and Steve just really fucking loves these kids. Most of the time, at least. 

After that, nobody questions them anymore when Eddie or Steve call, needing their help with a word or two. Especially when they see how genuinely relieved and happy Eddie is when the remarks, the questions, the teasing stops. Even though he tries to hide it. 

One by one, everyone in their chaotic little group contributes to their treasure of words. They try to be sneaky about it, but Eddie finds out, of course. 

It’s on a Trauma Family Bonding Night where there’s pizza and ice cream in abundance and they all come together at Steve’s place, even Hop and Joyce joining them for the night. They talk the whole night through, and everyone will have brought their word. Ineffable, from Mike. Philanthropist, from Nancy. Epiphany, from Max. Catharsis, from Will, which quickly sends Eddie into a happy little spiral, rambling like he did that first time about Stevie. 

“It’s just, it’s a great word! Starts with a weak syllable, almost unimportant, but it’s crass, a harsh beginning even in its irrelevance. But then you get to the ‘tharsis’, and it’s big and bright and you can’t ignore it, can’t not open your mouth and by extension your mind and heart to this change, this realisation, this complete opposite to where you started. And then the end, the last syllable, and you don’t even have the chance to be harsh about it, to be crass, to be curt. Because the ‘sis’ needs you to take your time, making sure you end the word almost on a smile.” Eddie finishes his rambles and looks almost embarrassed about it, but Steve can only stare at him and find the most beautiful, most wonderful, most intelligent looking back at him because Eddie doesn’t quite dare to look at anyone else.

Steve moves to him, right into his personal space, and kisses him. It almost feels like catharsis, the word still hot on Eddie’s lips. 

“Told you it was a great word,” Will says and they all laugh, even when Eddie and Steve are breathless from just about everything. 

It’s that night that Eddie finds out that they all know, that they’re all in on their little word treasure hunt. 

He looks at Steve when everyone is gone, El leaving them with effervescent, and thinks, I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Stevie. 

Steve drops the spoon he’s been holding, half-empty tub of ice cream on the counter abandoned as he stares at Eddie. 

They’re both staring, because Eddie is realising what he’s just said out loud, and Steve just busy processing. 

“Forever,” he says after a moment, sounding dazed, feeling dazed, dizzy, floating, as he walks towards Eddie. “It’s a pretty big word, hm?” His hand finds Eddie’s cheek, caressing, mapping, promising. 

“Feels just big enough, honestly,” Eddie says before catching Steve’s lips in a kiss. 

They’ll talk about this. Of course they will. But not now. Now, they just create their own little forever. Just the two of them and the love they share.

--

written for @bethespark who wanted to see Eddie with echolalia, but then this ran away from me. well. you're not surprised.

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #dio words #yall fair warning i wrote this between midnight and 2.30am in one go on the bathroom floor and should not be posting rn probably #but i have no impulse control soooo here you go i bring you neurodivergent steddie right to your dash you’re welcome #thanks for the prompt and the rambles poe ily 🤍 #i should really start posting these to ao3 instead huh? or split them like any normal person would. huh #neurodivergent steddie

[pomeplanetary]

Ten year anniversary of Pacific Rim and I wanted to draw something super romantic. :') Daffodils are the traditional flower for ten years. The yellow fits these two as well as that very Otachi-tongue shape.

#Pacific Rim #Newmann #Hermann Gottlieb #Newt Geiszler #Newton Geiszler #The dashed lines of the seams and lab floor. Also: mixed with a photograph and caution tape!

[qoldwater]

As a former boyfriend to a toxic bitch like this, I cannot stress enough how much I don't listen to Taylor Swift, but this? Oh id frame this in my house and look at it everytime I need a reminder that yeah, bitches like this are really out there.

Take me for example, my dad died and then a best friend IN REAL LIFE committed suicide, and I wasn't giving her enough attention BECAUSE GRIEF OVER THE DEATH OF TWO PEOPLE I VERY MUCH LOVED HOLY SHIT so this was almost what was sent to me verbatim before being dumped with a, and I shit you not, 'godspeed 💅🏻'. So yeah I very much believe in the brainrot miss swift causes because the fact I got dumped with a line that wasn't even out, from her favorite artist, fucking MONTHS AND MONTHS before this drops? Yeah fuck you.

YES!!! IT IS INSENSITIVE!!!!

I lost better when I lost my father, and gods I hope you see this because I don't have the ability to say it to your wicked and beyond fucking cruel face.

#swifties if you could do me this solid and spread this around so my ex sees this I will love you forever #taylor swift #swiftie #im being so serious that this happened to me #the lyrics came up randomly on my dash through a my chem blog and I lost my SHIT #had to know immediately if it was her lyric and it wAS #i was so floored i did a jig because holy shit was that so easy to look and be like oh yeah this was definitely taylor swift #bitches really act like that #and believe theyre not at all in the wrong #fucking gods forbid men grieve #tay tay #anti taylor swift #anti swift #im using all the tags I can think of dbsjdhd #which is not a lot #anti swifties #cw taylor swift #tw taylor swift #Im using ALL tags because fans and antis alike I think you all need to see this because this is the shit shes producing in people #WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM #ME? #I HOPE THIS FINDS YOU #ttpd #taylor swift ttpd #the tortured poets department

[katyspersonal]

Marika has many bastards children 🤯 better tell that to the dudebros who're coping and seething about Messmer's existence saying that is something Miyazaki pulled out straight from his ass.

WHAT they're saying, now?

(Also shut UP @heraldofcrow, memes do NOT have an age and you KNOW it!!!!!!!!!!!) I would argue that even IF he did come up with this character on the fly, that'd not be a big problem either though? Like, for example, what if they did not have the DLC planned in advance or even know whether they'll want to make it or not? Not even the matter of 'we should see how well received ER will be first', but simply a matter of how process of writing the story is unpredictable! But when they decided to do it, they would need to figure how to add new lore in a way that doesn't damage or retcon pre-established information. And they did: having a secret family member erased from the collective memory for a good reason is a fair way to develop the backstory more!

But back to the actual point, yeah, I guess it IS kind of funny in this context that even the already established lore leaves the room for Messmer AND much more demigods! Marika had SO many bitches/boytoys....

#elden ring #pls I don't know what IS going on in the fandom sdhfhdsh #I only learned about the fact some popular youtuber compared miquella with griffith from someone on my dash mentioning it! #I DON'T KNOOOOWWWW *rolls on the floor and cries* #ask replies #and my only guess is that those 'dudebros' are feeling threatened because man is already a snack despite just being announced dfhfd #also personally I am 'he IS a kid between godfrey and marika but obscured probably for some crime' truther #but like an anon pointed out maybe she got freaky with a snake/dragon.. we just don't know #we will see!

[xjustakay]

prompt: climb — 932 words (got ourselves a jegulus wedding; part 2 counterpart to this microfic from yesterday) @jegulus-microfic

“James, these are your wedding vows, for fuck’s sake.”

Frowning, James looks at where Remus pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s been reading over the piece of paper in his hand for all of a minute and he’s already acting like James is the cause for his anguish.

“Okay, and?” James replies.

Remus’ hand drops, a stern look shot his way. “You can’t say that you want to ‘climb him like a tree’ in your damn vows.”

He winces, but plays it off. “Well… why not?”

Sirius sits up from sprawling on the sofa and adjusts his suit jacket on his shoulders before narrowing his eyes at James. “Really?”

James throws his hands up. “I don’t know why either of you are surprised. You let me write them during the bloody bachelor party!”

“Fair point,” Remus concedes. He’s gone back to glancing over the creased page James’ previously-drunken heart has been poured onto.

“Please tell me you have a backup plan, Prongs,” Sirius says.

James glances over his reflection in the standing mirror —up and down over his pristine tuxedo. He catches his best friend’s eye in the glass, meeting his questioning look with a grimace. It’s all the answer Sirius needs.

“I’m going to tell him.” He shoves up from the sofa and makes for the dressing room’s door.

James bolts there to beat him to it, blocking him from leaving. “Pads, you can’t, he’ll actually kill me. He thought I had them done weeks ago.”

“Oh, so you’re already lying to him,” Sirius accuses.

“Well, that’s marriage,” Remus mutters.

“Not helpful, Moony.” Sirius turns toward him with his arms splayed out dramatically.

“Still reading. Can only be so helpful all at once, sweetheart.” Remus shrugs with one shoulder, eyes on the page. “What the hell is ‘sock-gate?’”

‘Sock-gate’ is in fact the hilariously clever name he’s come up with for his impromptu proposal, considering its circumstances. It’s something Regulus definitely loves. He doesn’t blush with a lacking glare and exasperatedly call James an idiot for it at all. Before James can explain that, though, there’s someone knocking at the door.

James’ eyes widen and lock with Sirius’ curious stare. They’re frozen that way for a few seconds too long, if the insistent knock that comes again is any indication.

“I know you morons are in there, open the door.” Barty. Wonderful.

Sirius shoulders around him to answer. James ducks behind the door, close enough to listen but not have to interact.

“What is it?”

“Regulus left, wedding’s off.” It’s said so casually, no hesitance in Barty’s delivery whatsoever.

Despite the fact that a part of James knows that he’s got to be fucking around, panic wins, gripping his racing heart in an invisible fist punched into his chest. He yanks the door open roughly, knocking into Sirius who grumbles and rubs at his arm.

“Look at that, there you are.” Unceremoniously, Barty tosses a small gift-wrapped package toward James’ chest.

James fumbles with it, but manages to catch hold before it hits the floor.

“Was told to deliver that to you. Needs tended to by the best man or whatever.” Barty flashes a sarcastic smile, too pleased with the fear he momentarily incited.

“Evan is Regulus’ best man,” James points out.

Barty’s head tilts. “Yes, well, by proxy, since I just tended to Evan’s di—”

“Alright.” Sirius cuts him off, face scrunched in disgust. “I assume that’s all?”

“Unless you want to come and deal with the fucking terror your brother is right now while trying to finish his precious vows, then yeah.”

“Wait, he didn’t finish them?” James’ brow creases, but there’s an unstoppable grin twitching at his lips before he can help it. “But he said—”

“God, you two really are perfect for each other,” Sirius mumbles with a shake of his head. He ends up dragging Barty away, going to try to help calm Regulus down.

James slowly closes the door after they go, amusement evident on his face when he turns toward Remus where he’s plopped onto the sofa.

“I feel like you shouldn’t be happy about that,” Remus snorts.

James shushes him, oblivious to the way Remus scoffs in response. He’s too focused on the gift that’s been brought to him. He tears into the shiny silver paper and lifts the small box’s lid afterward. The second he does, a loud laugh escapes him.

Folded neatly in the box is a brand new pair of socks. They’re long and bright red, printed with the black webbing design that covers the entirety of Spider-Man’s suit. 

A hummingbird could have made a home out of his stomach for the way James feels an overwhelming, giddy flutter within it. His fond smile is unwavering as he slides the socks out and finds a note tucked beneath them.

In an all too familiar script, it says:

“Felt fitting, don’t you think? 

I love you.

But also, if you put these on and wear them for the ceremony, I swear I’m not saying ‘I do.’”

James wears the socks. They peek out just enough to be noticed as he walks down the aisle.

Regulus ends up saying ‘I do’ with a breathtaking adoration in his gaze; he knew exactly what would happen.

There’s no mention of a supposed sock-gate, or wanting to climb him, miraculously. After everything, looking into each other’s misty eyes, they both seem to know exactly what to say. No stutter or uncertainty is present in the way they share their love and promise to have the rest of their lives together —until the very end.

#jegulus #starchaser #ft. a teaspoon of wolfstar & a dash of rosekiller #swapped povs on ya for fun and feelings #i’m crying on the floor about them actually #bc they’re so in love and they got MARRIED #and also spider-man socks<3 #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[yvehattan]

Ivan Fyodorovich Karamazov.

The Brothers Karamazov.

Everything was in fact not permissible.

#i wish ivan karamazov would visit me instead of the devil #smerdyagirlie things #we wish you managed to dash your cup to the floor my king #smerdyakov WISHES he was him #his mind is full of soup #the most discomforting of comfort characters #never forget the kiss that followed the grand inquisitor #you know i was looking up faust to find the chess painting #ivan karamazov #alyosha karamazov #the brothers karamazov #tbk #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky #russian lit #russian literature #russian classics #classic literature #classic lit #classic books #books and literature #classic lit aesthetic #classic lit art #classic academia #moodboard #literature aesthetics #lit aesthetic #classic art #classical art #classic aesthetic

[squarebracket-trickster]

I am only incidentally a fan of some of Taylor Swift's stuff and I am no fan of her as a person.

But whatever is going on with all the people that hate Taylor Swift I don't want it. Y'all seem so miserable.

#my fyp stop putting anti-booktok and anti-ts content on my dash hard mode #is it really such a crime to enjoy simple lyrics and easy melodies? #especially when her songs are (tragically) some of the most lyrically and melodically complex pieces you will find on mainstream radio #like the bar for mainstream pop is normally on the floor but ts music at least keeps it high enough to limbo #scariest hot take I've ever posted rip me

[theneedforgreed]

"What the fuck do you mean Bee is in heaven?"

Time to raid some of her things, be the most annoying sibling of the group again.

#in character; cash in hand #money on the floor; dash activities

[crybaby-bkg]

piercer Dabi thoughts on the brain tonight 💔 I want him to be so condescending with light bullying every time I talk about backing out 💔 and he keeps grabbing my face to make me look at him when I act like I’m gonna back out forreal this time 💔 and even though he’s kinda an ass he makes sure I’m comfortable first and foremost and gives me a pep talk about how brave I am and how pretty I’ll be with my new piercing 💔💔💔💔

#self shipping on the dash I’m so sorry #why do I always feel so awkward when I use first person pronouns SKSJSKDJD #but I need him so bad #he’d be so mean but ends up becoming your fav person in the shop #bc he might make fun of you but he’ll never lead you wrong #coos at you when you don’t have the right anatomy for a piercing but makes it up to you however he can :( #sobs so loud on my bathroom floor #also I hate this app my phone overheats every time I open it #I wanna talk about this more but I’ve already written a pierced fic w mr jaeger before #and I don’t want it to feel repetitive #BOOOO this sucks #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[puppyeared]

Brown

#Don’t you fucking dare call this an evangelion reference im tired and I want to draw brown eyes hunter #I was so tempted to call belos-hunter blue eyes white boy #what are ppl calling that anyway. Bunter? #Also I hate drawing this mans hairline with a passion it’s so hard to get it right from an angle #Also wanted to fight and gnaw ppl at work because they keep taking the costumes out of #The package and then just. Leaving it on the floor RGGGHHH I’m gonna eat your knees STOP DOING THAT #Anyway. Can’t wait to have my dash flooded with hunter angst but I mean that in a good way 👍🏽 Our blorbo #He’s the community blorbo. We’re all just passing him around like a blunt it’s the good shit man #My art #myart #the owl house #toh #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house season three #The owl house season 3 #toh season 3 #toh s3 #hunter toh #hunter noceda #Toh hunter #pounds my fists on the floor!!! Hunter noceda!!!!! Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333 #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #fanart #fan art

[veone]

🍸its 2am, the nice dinner date you planned ended up being a little bit of dine and dash. you end up with your new boyfriend at this shitty club that's in someone apartment basement. its fun until that place gets raided by cops. as you climb out of the basement window in a drunk and hazy panic you both forget your jackets. you end up walking in the mid-west january cold a few blocks to the metro that was late and than sitting in the hallway of his apartment waiting on his landlord to come open his apartment. it was a pretty decent third date. are you having a midlife crisis? do people still have those?

#nick has this man in his white suit pants sit on this nasty floor talking about it builds character! #sunbleached:extras #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #donovan randez #nicolas ishida #i swear don was having a outta body experience sitting in this hallway he was like wow #this man is something else #they dined and dash because nick lowkey had a panic attack seeing his ex as a waiter halfway through some nice conversation and a dry steak #and potatos and kinda just stood up blankly and left #don was a confused and followed suit like what happened? did i say something wrong??