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hotluncheddie · 1 day
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how is your autistic Steve? missing him on this Sunday
hello!!! me too omg!!!! he is the best boy!!!
I've been having a couple thoughts about him here and there and I found a old snipped I wrote ages ago in my notes <3
:) ty for reminding me of him tho, my actual true love autistic Steve :)
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Eddie notices Steve doing it one night, while a films on, sitting in the dark. 
He's rubbing his hands over his mouth, over his lips and cheeks. Over and over again, his fingers or palm rubbing left right, left right, over his lips.
He sees it again one morning. Steve laying on his belly, rubbing his face into the pillow, smushing his nose and turning his whole head left to right and back again. Always slow to wake up, sleepy long after the alarm. He rubs, then huffs. Sighs and relaxes. rubs again. 
Eddie can't hold it in any longer, he needs to touch him. So he rolls Steve over, into his arms. Steve hums, high and happy, twisting to be the little spoon. Tucking in close and grinding a little, the menace.
But they’re both too sleepy still, too relaxed. Steve breaths deep and snuggles into Eddie's arms. Then Eddie feels Steve's head move, so he peeks over to see Steve face. He has his eyes closed, rubbing his mouth and lips against the soft duvet. Pressing lightly on his upper lip, and below his nose. Body loose and Eddie tangles their legs together, buries his face in Steve’s neck, and breaths. 
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Steve plays the same song over and over. It's new, from a band he loved then forgot about. But there’s this part in it, this new song, part of the bridge he thinks Eddie said. Steve likes it so much. Just that little part. He sings along to it, copying it. It sounds so nice. 
He plays the song over and over. Eddie helps him put it on a tape. That one song. The one song with that part on the bridge. Over and over on the same tape. It’s so good. Steve plays it on his Walkman if someone is over. Plays it over and over, until his mind starts to wander during it, he's heard it so many times. Until that best part seems stamped in his head - never to be forgotten.
It's so good, that little part, the whole song.
Steve plays it again.
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Steve making packed lunches. ✨
It's so he can feel in control. So if everything went weird and wrong in his day, at least he knows that lunch will be normal. The same as every other day.
No worrying about if they have what he wants or if there will be enough protein to keep him feeling full. No stress that there won’t be anything around he wants to eat which would mean he doesn’t eat anything, the hunger manageable for a while until it’s encroaching on him slowly and he’s snapping at Robin but forgetting the cause. His tension rising and his jaw clenching, and before he knows it it’s the end of the day and his head is pounding and all he can do is go home and sleep off his tension headache. Evening gone for anything fun, ruined by pain. Steve hates that.
So Steve makes packed lunches, makes a couple at a time, sometimes enough for the whole week in one go.
Sometimes he has a craving for diner food, and that's okay, him and Robin sharing an order of fries and Steve getting his burger with extra lettuce and pickles on the side. And that's okay, some days, if it feels right. He has his lunch for dinner and enjoys.
But still, he makes packed lunches.
Just so he knows.
No matter what happens. Lunch is the same as every other day. <3
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going to once again tag people who might like to see - this is very short but i just, i want as many people as possible to think about autistic Steve, he is so very special
@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @tangerinesteve @lil-gremlin-things @irethsune @scoops-aboy86 @marvel-ous-m
( sorry if this is annoying )
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sulfies · 2 days
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Was talking to @eiswolfzero and got an idea
Bleeding effect and living thru everyones memories from young to old would probobly confuse Desmond sometimes.
He would land hard and would think "oh my knees getting up is gonna hurt" and he gets up normal and is like "oh right im not 50"
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"we didnt use to do it like that when I was 34-" "
"Desmond you are in your 20s"
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"how old are you btw?"
Desmond: 17? NO Im not wtf! 24-? no wait uh... Give me a moment
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"whens your birthday?"
"which one i been to like 3..."
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*Sees a hot person* "ah.. if only I was younger~"
"oh wait I litterally am their age"
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anticidic · 1 day
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Thinking of a mix of doa!Dazai and vampire!Chuuya AU where Chuuya very much was a vampire the whole time, but instead of being ordered around by Fyodor, Dazai's in charge of him. But Dazai has to be extra careful not to touch Chuuya because otherwise it'll nullify the vampirism, and Dazai ends up feeling this strange sort of bond/kinship with vampire Chuuya?
They just end up spending so much time together and Chuuya acts as a bodyguard. The lack of communicating with one another beyond looks and blank stares from Chuuya gives Dazai a little pang in his heart. They'll just sit there at a table not talking and once in a while Dazai will get the urge to reach across and tap Chuuya to break the vampirism because he'd like to know what the real Chuuya is like. It's a shame, because unlike Fyodor or the others, he treats Chuuya as more than just a mindless servant to carry out orders and go around infecting others to serve a bigger cause.
But then there's that obvious risk of backlash from Chuuya himself and although Dazai really wants to break it, orders are orders. There's still a little bit of light in Chuuya's eyes even if the humanity is far gone and in the recesses of his mind. Dazai can't explain it, but it's there. There's that little bit of resistance from vampire Chuuya, and he acts quite a bit differently from the other vampires Dazai's come across.
They also have some silly moments, though. Dazai's had to run away from Chuuya if Chuuya ever tried to bite him—not because Dazai had to worry about getting bitten and turned, but obviously because Chuuya would end up nullifying the vampirism himself, and then they'd have an awkward moment of Dazai lying there unsure of how to explain everything while consciousness returns to Chuuya and he's wondering why the hell he has Dazai pinned to the ground, biting him.
Also, though it never had been confirmed in canon, in the AU I'd imagine the vampires all needing a source of blood and Dazai goes out of his way to take care of Chuuya. Chuuya can't bite him directly, but that won't stop Dazai from feeding him.
Also, over time Chuuya slowly learns how to become sentient beyond grunting or indistinct noises and hide his obvious vampiric appearance after being turned for so long. Dazai freaks out one day when he sees Chuuya looking so human and thinks Bram had something to do with that. Cautious, he still doesn't touch Chuuya just in case because it's obvious if Chuuya had come back to his senses, he would've left or probably tried to kill Dazai even if Dazai had no hand in Chuuya's fate but just so happened to pick out Chuuya to be his personal bodyguard.
Curious, Dazai wants to see how far people can go while under the effect of vampirism to reclaiming some sort of humanity. He goes on to trying to have conversations with Chuuya next and seeing if Chuuya would be interested in eating something that doesn't come from humans.
If it came down to it and the organization fell apart and the vampire army got wiped out, Dazai would personally choose to set Chuuya free, even knowing that Chuuya would likely turn it around on Dazai and blame him for everything. But it's like releasing a bird from a cage and allowing them to spread their wings. Dazai, also, never cared for what the DoA wanted to do. He's just looking for a reason to keep going and to see what humanity has to offer.
He finds it in Chuuya, who even while under the effect of vampirism, tried so hard to break free as shown over time by his human traits returning and the ability to talk slowly coming back to him until Dazai ends it once and for all.
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luminarycomet · 3 days
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Ugh I hate that I have so much au ideas
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Anyways, this AU is called "Inner Corruption". So yeah Earth's stress causes him to become a monster if he doesn't get help.
Proto-Earth is technically living in him and is trying to find a way to escape his inner consciousness and finally be free after billions of years trapped under his own mind controlled by someone else.
Other planets like Mars and Venus have their own Corruption demon (Aphrodite and Ares) but they'll corrupt them differently.
That's all for now :], I'll explain more if I can later but I have to go sleep-
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yourlocal-antifa · 7 hours
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We all agree that rosekiller is a bit... toxic, so have some headcanons.
Barty is Evan's little toy, despite acting like he is a free individual and not giving a fuck about Evan he would burn down the world if that's what Evan wanted. At first, Evan used that (an Barty) to his advantage for good grades, experiments and access to the ministry of magic. But after a while, he developed real feelings for Barty and couldn't let him go, so even tho the relationship started out of selfish and toxic reasons they ended up being honest with each other. What Evan didn't know at first, though, was that Barty also had a motive to communicate with Evan in the first place. These were Evan's homemade drugs and his influence in the deatheater cult. Yet, Barty fell in love more with the creator of the drugs than the drugs themselves.
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catchymemes · 9 months
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auntymurda · 6 months
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photography by saemouhl on instagram.
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roebeanstalk · 2 months
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i wanna finish this and make a playful lil print out of this ;>_>
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ghost-bxrd · 6 months
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Prompt:
After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.
Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.
And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.
It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.
The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.
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maviyenot · 14 days
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sulfies · 1 day
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Currently thinking about: Desmond with a tramp stamp 🥴
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grungeprincess2 · 2 months
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Bat eyes
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myjetpack · 7 months
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My latest for New Scientist.
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catchymemes · 8 months
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hotluncheddie · 4 months
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eddie, steve
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‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’
eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.
but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.
he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.
the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.
he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.
‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.
but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.
eddie’s a fucking goner.
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steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.
his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.
he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.
he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.
and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.
steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.
they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.
when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.
he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.
the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.
‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.
his name is eddie.
eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.
steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.
‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.
‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.
‘steve.’ eddie whispers.
‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.
eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.
‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.
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watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.
they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.
so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.
eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.
eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.
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‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.
eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.
‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.
steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.
steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.
he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.
<3
fin.
ty for reading! mwah!
@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86
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inkandpaintleopard · 14 days
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What if Tumblr but The Amazing Digital Circus
And we all spawned in as our profile pictures
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