#he'll get there eventually

[wylanslcve]

In the books, it's the scheming face. In the show, it's the bombastic side-eye.

#wylan's just working on his scheming face #he'll get there eventually #but for now i'm living for the side-eye #kaz brekker #freddy carter #wylan van eck #jack wolfe #wylan my beloved #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #shadow and bone season three #six of crows spin off #soc spin off #leigh bardugo

[girl-named-matty]

Sebastian: *trying to lighten the mood* Sebastian: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first. MC: *sobbing* Sebastian: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

#hogwarts legacy #hl #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy mc #mc #he'll get there eventually

[incorrect911argoship]

Buck, thinking to himself: Wait, is Eddie actually into me? I’ll make a bad joke and see if he laughs.

Buck: Hey Eddie, did you hear that one about the skeleton who couldn’t go to a party? He had no BODY to go with!

Eddie: *laughs*

Buck, thinking to himself: Well, that’s not a fair test. That joke’s hilarious!

#incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect buddie #buddie #911 #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #ravi panikkar #he'll get there eventually

[stoshasaurus]

let them cuddle

i need more of them absolutely demolishing each other in multiple ways.

this sketch is really crappy but i could care less

#art #ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #king minos ultrakill #king minos #gabriel ultrakill #gabriel #blood #cw blood #tw blood #minos and gabriel being stabbed by the same spear #and there's cuddling #and gabriel is *incredibly* close to grabbing minos' ass but he's too shy #he'll get there eventually #can we get more minos x gabriel fics please #i drew gabriel's pauldrons wrong #but you know what #i don't fucking care #i want them to fuck before gabriel dies #i just need them fucking in general #i'm definitely going to write a fic of them fucking #and i will post the link when its done #maybe

[trensu]

A part of a continuation of Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors which is also on AO3.

Robin liked to make fun of him but she didn’t understand his early bird tendencies. Steve grew up playing multiple sports. That kind of lifestyle gives the body expectations. If Steve didn’t do his morning jogs, he’d be crawling up the walls halfway through the day with all his pent up restlessness. He’d tried on multiple occasions to convince her to join him since it hadn’t escaped his notice that Robin was also full of restless energy. She laughed in his face every time.

Okay, she might also have been laughing at him for his jogging outfit, but screw Robin! What did she know about athletic clothes? And there was nothing wrong with yellow! It was a happy color! Why wouldn’t he want to wear his favorite color doing one of his favorite activities?

He ran his usual route. It took him down the main street where he got to see all the shop owners get their stores ready for the day. He waved at Mr. Newby as he jogged past his electronics shop. He liked Mr. Newby. He’d helped Steve pick out the walkman he used during his morning run, and then fixed it when Steve dropped it and Robin stepped on it two days after Steve bought it. When Steve jogged past the diner, Benny gave him his usual nod of acknowledgement, which Steve returned with a smile.

Steve mapped out his jog so it lasted him the better part of an hour and finished with a quick circuit around his neighborhood. Between the main street and his neighborhood was a pleasant patch of green. There were enough trees to attract small woodland critters but not so many trees as to block out the morning sunshine. It provided a nice division between living quarters and the modest shopping district Hawkins boasted.

Steve started to slow his strides now that he was entering the last leg of his route. He looked down to fiddle with the walkman clipped at his waist in order to fast-forward the tape to the next song. In the moment of distraction, Steve tripped over a ball, of all things. Steve managed to catch himself before earning what would’ve been his third concussion. Feeling a bit huffy, Steve bent down to grab the ball that nearly murdered him.

It was a well-loved thing. A red, white, and blue basketball, scuffed up and worn smooth from use. He had no idea what it was doing at the side of a road near the woods.

Except no, wait a minute.

Steve blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes. He was on the sidewalk in front of an unfamiliar house. A black boy was peeking over the battered old fence surrounding the house. He had a bandana tied around his forehead and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Sorry!” the boy called. “I didn’t mean to throw it so hard! Can you give it back, mister?”

“Uh, sure,” Steve said, still trying to figure out how he arrived here. He didn’t recognize the street at all. Instead of throwing the ball back, he walked it over. The boy grinned at him when he handed the ball over the fence.

“Thanks!”

“No problem, kid,” Steve smiled back. The boy looked ready to dash back to the big tree off the driveway that had an old basketball hoop attached to the trunk. Steve cleared his throat. “Hey, could you tell me what street this is? I think I got myself turned around.”

“Oh, sure!” the boy said. “This is Upside Down Avenue. If you go that way and turn right, you’ll be on Flayer Drive, but if you go this way and turn left you’ll be on Creel Street.”

“...I don’t think I know those. Do you know which direction to get to the shopping district?”

The boy opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by barking. He let out an ‘oof’ when he was bowled over and out of view. The barking grew louder and more agitated. Was this a dog attack? Dogs could do some really bad damage on a kid. There wasn’t any screaming but what if the kid had hit his head and lost consciousness?

Steve, in his worry, ran and leapt over the fence. He barely cleared it but the fact he cleared it at all would be very impressive later when he wasn’t trying to save a kid.

When he landed on the other side, the boy was sprawled on the ground with a very, very large puppy on him. It growling and tugging at the collar of his shirt. It didn’t appear to have actually bitten the boy, though, so that was good.

“Erica, get off me! He was just asking for directions!” the boy said over the growling. He rolled over, taking the large puppy with him. He grabbed at the long black fur on the puppy’s neck and yanked her off him with surprising strength.

The puppy struggled out of the boy’s grasp and plopped down next to him. It had stopped growling and seemed to be sulking. The boy got to his feet and tried to dust himself off but the grass stains were not going to come out either, Steve knew this from experience. Steve crouched down next to the boy.

“Are you hurt?” Steve looked closely. He thought he had seen some scratches on the boy during the scuffle, but they were gone when he tried to find them now. “I thought that dog had you.”

“Nah, that’s just my dumb little sister. She can’t hurt me that bad,” the boy said with a shrug. The puppy let out a yappy sort of bark and the boy stuck his tongue out at it. Steve looked between the two of them.

“Your sister?” Steve asked. The boy’s eyes widened and a small growl started up in the dog.

“My little sister’s dog!” the boy yelped. “That’s what I meant. This is my little sister’s dog.” The boy looked really nervous. He was probably embarrassed. Steve gave him a smile.

“That’s alright, I get my words mixed up sometimes, too,” he said easily. Steve thought the dog snorted at that, but that was ridiculous. He probably imagined it. He got up and went over to grab the battered basketball that had gone flying when the boy had been bowled over. He threw it to the boy who caught it with ease. “So, you like basketball?”

The boy’s face lit up. “Yeah! I wanna join the team when I go to school.”

“Heck yeah, bud,” Steve grinned. “I used to be captain of the basketball team when I was in high school. It’s a lot of fun. What grade are you in?”

“Fifth,” he said. “But I’ll be going to Hawkins Middle School next year so I wanna be ready to try out by then. Hey, hey, can I show you what I can do? And you can tell me if I’ll make the team or not?”

Steve checked his watch. His run had already gone longer than it should have, and he still had to figure out how to get back to familiar ground so he could get home. On the other hand, he was stuck with another lousy afternoon shift. He didn’t technically have anything urgent to get done before then. He ran a hand through his damp hair to clear it from his face. He wondered where the kid’s parents were; they’d probably freak out about having some random guy watching their son shoot hoops. The kid looked at him so hopefully, though.

“Sure, I can do that,” Steve said.

The kid pumped his fist in victory, but the puppy started barking loudly. It circled the boy agitatedly. The boy tried to shove the puppy away but the puppy pranced out of reach before circling him again.

“Shut up, Erica! You’re spazzing for no reason,” the kid snapped.

“Lucas!”

A red-haired girl stomped across the yard at an alarming speed. Wisps of hair not tied back with the rest whipped around her face as a gust blew over the yard. Lucas nearly dropped the basketball with how quick he turned to see the girl. He did trip over the–still shockingly big, seriously, Steve didn’t know puppies could get that big– puppy who had stopped circling him the minute the girl shouted but had sat directly behind Lucas. The ball rolled over to where Steve stood.

“Max!” Lucas said, flustered, as he picked himself up. But Max didn’t acknowledge him. Instead she planted herself firmly between him and Steve. She glared at Steve furiously.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Max, it’s fine,” Lucas said, reaching out to touch her shoulder but she shrugged him off roughly, her wide eyes never leaving Steve even as the wind picked up.

“No, it isn’t. He could be anybody,” she said. Her hands were balled into fists and trembled slightly. She saw him noticing and paled. She crossed her arms defensively so her hands were completely hidden. In response, Steve relaxed his stance. He kept his hands in full view and kept his movements gentle. He knew what fear looked like when he saw it.

“You’re right,” Steve said calmly. “I’m Steve. I got lost and Lucas was nice enough to let me know where I was so I can try to find myself back.”

“You told him what?” Max asked, alarmed. It was Lucas’s turn to get defensive.

“He was on the other side of the fence! It wasn’t a big deal. And now the fence let him in, so it’s all okay anyway.”

“It will be,” Max hissed. “Eddie heard Erica barking. He’s on his way.”

“Shit,” Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Language,” Steve scolded reflexively. A stronger gust of wind blew around him. His eyes started to water from all the wind. He rubbed his eyes to relieve some of the grittiness and kept them at a squint to protect them from the wind. He could barely see anything.

“How did you get here before Eddie?” he heard Lucas ask Max, apparently ignoring Steve’s scolding entirely.

“I told you, I’m a zoomer.” For the first time since she arrived, Max’s voice held a hint of playfulness.

“Zoomers aren’t a thing,” Lucas snorted in amusement.

The wind let up enough by then that Steve could open his eyes, just in time to see a man walking towards them. The puppy shot off towards the man and then kept pace with him, yipping the whole time. If it weren’t a dog, Steve would have thought it was tattling on him. With the wind whipping that dark curly hair around, Steve couldn’t get a good look at the man’s face, but he moved his body fluidly and with surety. Seeing such confidence in movement always made Steve’s stomach swoop pleasantly.

When the man reached them, he placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder.

“You can cool it now, Maxie,” the gorgeous man said, gesturing vaguely upwards. His voice was tender and low and Steve had the ridiculous desire to swim in it. Max didn’t look at Eddie but nodded firmly once. The wind around them finally died down. “Why don’t you three go inside?”

“But nothing happened! Erica is making it sound worse than it was,” Lucas protests. “And I still need to practice!”

“You can practice later. Go inside now,” Eddie said. Lucas looked ready to argue but Max grabbed his hand and started to drag him back. Lucas all but melted when her hand touched his, and he followed her, starry eyed. The puppy was close at their heels. In unspoken agreement, they both waited until the kids were out of sight before conversing. Steve reached out to shake Eddie’s hand.

“Hey, I’m Steve–”

“I know who you are,” Eddie scowled. “How did you get in here? That fence is warded and I know you don’t have Jeff’s card anymore.”

Warded was a weird way to say locked, and Steve had no idea how Eddie knew the guy that scammed him that time. Unless it was someone else? Jeff was a common name…but there was only one Jeff that gave him a card. Steve shook his head.

“I don’t know if the gate was locked or not. I sort of jumped the fence?”

Eddie blinked at him. “You…jumped the fence.”

“Yeah? I mean, I don’t go around jumping into people’s fenced off property, but I thought Lucas had gotten hurt so I kind of reacted without thinking.” Steve ran his hand nervously through his hair. Eddie had eyes that were…wow. They’d probably be prettier if they weren’t glaring at Steve, sure, but Steve wouldn’t survive if Eddie’s eyes looked at him with the same softness he had when he had spoken to Max.

Eddie stomped over to the fence and hovered his hands over the top of it. Then down the side of it without ever actually touching the wood. Whatever it was that he was doing, it made his brow furrow. He looked back to the house, scowl still firmly in place.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked loudly.

“Nothing!” Steve responded. He was literally just standing there, confused as hell.

“I’m not talking to you,” Eddie snapped at him, then returned his attention to the house. “You let him jump over like it was a regular fence? What are you up to, huh?”

Steve felt a retroactive burst of fear when he remembered electric fences existed. He felt stupid a split second later because the fence was the plain wooden plank kind. It wasn’t even a good wooden fence. Frankly, it looked about ready to collapse in on itself.

Steve was about to say so when he saw the house shiver. It shifted like a guilty child shuffled their feet.

“What the fuck,” Steve said instead. “What the fuck.”

Eddie let out a long sigh.

“Seriously, did you see–”

A captivating song flooded his senses. There was a brief moment of ‘this has happened before’ but it was washed away before Steve could grasp it. It wasn’t important. What mattered was that beautiful Eddie was singing his beautiful song.

“Go home, Steve,” Eddie said while the song swirled around them. “Forget.”

–

Steve threw his keys in the bowl kept near the entry. Far more gently, he took off his headphones, coiled them around his walkman, and set it next to the bowl. On the couch, Robin lounged and read one of her weird literature books. Clearly she was enjoying her day off. She looked up when Steve entered.

“Hey dingus, what took you so long?” she asked.

Normally, Steve’s morning run cleared his head. It helped him get ready and focused for the day. Today, though, Steve’s mind felt like a muddy puddle. He half wanted to go on another run but that probably wouldn’t have made a difference.

“Steve?” Robin asked. She wore a concerned expression. Steve realized that he hadn’t answered her question.

“Got turned around,” Steve mumbled.

“You got lost,” Robin said in disbelief. “On the run you’ve been doing every day since we moved here?”

Steve shrugged. “Some kid gave me directions, I guess? But I'm home now.”

He didn’t know why he said that last part out loud. It seemed important but obviously Robin could see he was home. Robin’s expression became even more concerned.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Steve nodded numbly. He didn’t want her to worry. There wasn’t any need for it. He was home now.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Steve said. “I think I’m gonna take a nap before work.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

Robin did not sound convinced but she let it go, much to Steve’s relief. He headed to his room. A nap would help him get his head straight.

#trensu tells stories #hawkins halfway house for homeless horrors #stranger things #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #eddie munson #steddie #this is one scene of maybe four total #Eddie is a very stubborn guy so it takes him a while to warm up to steve okay #he'll get there eventually

[serendipnpipity]

Life's a Game AU pt. 2: Brainstorming Boogaloo!!

A lil sneak peek at Suzette and Susan designs?? We'll see how much stays consistent (story-wise and/or design-wise) but I had so much fun drawing them (and haven't even gotten to drawing them w the guys yet!!)

Fear-induced writer's block is a total jerk but I really want to make the Game of Life fic happen, so we're pushing through! Feel free to lmk what y'all think ^-^

btw shoutout to @phan-tasia who ALSO has a Game of Life AU fic that I'm currently reading (live fast die young go to robot school) bc it's amazing??? our storylines are definitely gonna be different lol, but i cannot get enough of that fic and of this AU in general

#dan and phil #ser sketches #life's a game AU #dnp #dan and phil art #or... dnp-adjacent art lol it's susan and suzette from the game of life vid-turned-AU #yes suzette looks like philippa. i had to. #helped that for some reason there was a philippa-drawing resurgence lately lol #current idea: suzette is a huge fan of dan's music but she bond's over it w her mom (cue phil not knowing who dan is when they meet later) #he'll get there eventually #jury still out on how recent dan's switch from music to STEM should be but i legit have a polaroid like this of me and my mom at a concert #bc suze is ~14 in my head during the fic (it's a whole thing; phil & susan had her in college and they didn't get married but def coparent)

[salteytakesonmanga]

Even though Usopp’s hot sauce attack didn’t actually finish the fight*, that’s not really important. His major contribution was never raw power in the first place. He’s best at mind games that destabilize his enemies so the heavy hitters can get their shot in. The fluid and natural teamwork in One Piece is just so good.

#one piece #op ch126 #saltey takes on one piece #mister 5 #usopp #vivi #nami #nefertari vivi #*yet #he'll get there eventually #just not in the way he expects

[tinheart]

Look everyone, letting go of God is complicated. We all go through a "it's not my religion that's wrong, it's these idiots just practicing it wrong. Now if they would just cut out all the terrible parts we could get back to the thing that matters, the thing I really believe in."

We all go through it, before realizing the bad parts are baked in, can't be removed. Some of us never get through that stage. Perfectly lovely people still go about doing "missionary work" with no sense of irony, even knowing how blood soaked a concept that is.

Aziraphale will get better it's just going to take him time. We all go through the stages differently.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers #Aziraphale defense squad #he'll get there eventually

[secretagent-businessfish]

some miscellaneous doodles of my new cowboy character i made up for GTA but have not played at all. his name is thatcher and he is a recovering really terrible person. not sure how successful that recovery will be considering i made him for GTA rp

#my art #ocs #the scar on his face is like. relatively new #hence why it's a lot more obvious #and why he is just a bit embarrassed of it #he'll get there eventually

[zanarkandfayth]

heads up 7 up

Tagged by: @ivorydice thank you! <3

Rules: post the last seven sentences from one of your WIPs! i’m not going to say it has to be the absolute last seven sentences you’ve written - just from something you’re still working on.

Note: taken from part 21 of monsters, the fic I'm currently posting on AO3. this is... not strictly the last seven sentences I've written from this fic, but they're the last interesting sentences lmao.

So he eases from the bed, careful not to disturb Noct, and then heads into the hall, Gladio following after him. "He was upset earlier and I had a headache; we both fell asleep and it was entirely accidental," Ignis says as he folds his arms across his chest.

Arching one eyebrow, Gladio leans against the wall opposite him, crossing his own arms, his stance rather more casual than Ignis'. "I wasn't judging. I didn't even say anything. You two sharing a bed ain't my business."

"You seem to wish to make it so," Ignis mutters with a scowl, but he has the sinking suspicion now that perhaps it hadn't been Gladio that he'd been attempting to justify the unplanned nap with Noct to.

Tagging (with zero pressure): whoever wants to, I don’t even think I could come up with seven people to be tagged tbh

#ignis is very defensive #and also very confused and in denial #he'll get there eventually #way way eventually #and gladio will be like thank the gods lol #tag game #my fic #writing things

[dokoni-mo]

vader gives me switch vibes ... like a lot idk why he just has that aura lol

(that may be biased bc i'm a switch too lmao)

-bonbon

THATS WHAT IM SAYING LIKE,,

i feel like he DOES prefer to dom because like,, just look at him LMAO but like he also does just enjoy lying back and letting someone else take control for the time being. That would only really happen tho i think once he trusts you enough to be THAT vulnerable around him

#a lot of things about our boy comes with trust #just be a lil patient with him #he'll get there eventually #and hes worth it soooo #bonbon anon

[catman-draws]

Kankri's like an old man in a young kid's body when it comes to computer stuff, isn't he?

Incredible way of putting it, anon.

#catman asks #as of rn at least; yes #types Soooo Slow #local thirteen year old Absolutely Not Hip With The Times #he'll get there eventually #sort of

[7thphase]

eats my whole hand because i'm dragging vess back from the cold hard world of Suckafuckus VIII in order to finish setting up his blog. man's Gonna see the light of day i fucking swear it

#➸ ooc. #sorry for the ooc lately #i'm tryina reach out to ppl #so actual writing is kind of on hold #til i've gotten to a point where i feel good w a few ppl on the bill #and get to a cruising point ig #also vess. working on that fuck sucker #he'll get there eventually

[pxison]

BDSM  &  DOM/SUB SMUT PROMPTS

@chatcambrioleur​ asked:  ❝  i said you would get a reward,  i didn’t say it would be you finishing.  ❞ niji <3

This damn minx was infuriating even at the best of times. What more could this wicked witch possibly want from him? Hadn’t he been a good enough boy to deserve blowing his load? He was near the point of shaking where he knelt as this round of edging left his balls feeling bluer than they’d ever been and he’d taken it all without complaint. If his nuts tightened up anymore Niji feared they’d become stones before she was done with him.

Never mind the indignity of being yanked around on a collar or leash. Hell, he’d even take humping against her leg like a naughty dog if it meant she’d allow him his release. Leaning his cheek against a bare thigh he turned a barely veiled glare up at her that just about revealed how badly he wanted to turn and bite her for being so cruel to him.

“And what could you possibly give me that would make this torture worth it?” He can’t help but snap at her and that is all it takes for Nami to yank hard on the leash in her grip and nearly choke him. He can hear her reprimanding him but he barely pays attention to it as he focused on not getting up and choking her in return.

“I’m sorry mistress I’ll do better.” Niji corrects himself and bows his head even if now his glare is targeted at the floor now instead of into mischievous and all too smug chocolate irises. At the earliest convenience possible he will make her pay, he would only have to survive until that moment came and then he’d have her begging on her knees for him to fuck her.

The reward he gets out of all this obedient behavior is a pat on the head, a kiss on the cheek, and the sultry permission to eat her out as much as he wanted. And if he really wanted her to release him from the chrome blue cockring choking his arousal, he’d do a damn good job with no complaint and get her over the edge more times than he ever will tonight.

#chatcambrioleur #⚡what do you want?⚡asks - niji #xxx//nsfw #blue brat had to fuss #he'll get there eventually

[redcallisto]

some Kiki thoughts from a few days ago when i was bored out of my mind (feat. Carmine)

#pokemon #kieran #carmine #pokemon kieran #pokemon carmine #pokemon scarlet violet #all my favorite characters get fangs it's just how it is #it fits with their almost serpent-like designs anw #for the record i hc carmine as 177cm / 5'9ish #and kieran 159cm / 5'2 - later 165cm / 5'4 #i can only guess he'll eventually be around carmine's height #if you came this far in the tags i just storyboarded an animatic with kieran hahahaha dammit

[lexetordo]

A moment of thinking about how utterly unlikable Prowl considers himself. Before what happened with Shockwave, he thought he may have had potential. He had - and still has - at least one substantial crush. But Shockwave’s tampering and the way he so utterly shut down his emotions?

He doesn’t think anyone could possibly ever find interest in him after that. No ability to emote, seeming outwardly more like a drone or an AI than a living, functional being.

He’s a bit messed up.

#[[ [ hcs ] :: dying is easy young man; living is harder ]] #// breaking through the locks he placed on his own psyche is going to be hard and extremely traumatic but #he'll get there eventually