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alvindraperzzz · 8 months

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One thing I want to see explored more in both canon and fandom is Cassie’s relationship with Diana’s mission.

Cassie is a powerhouse. She’s a fighter. She’s aggressive, and loves kicking butt and taking down villains who deserve it. She’s been that way from her earliest appearances, and it never really changed, all the way through the end of preboot. That may be fine for most superhero characters, but it’s a constant that just doesn’t really make sense for a protege and disciple of Diana of Themyscira, who has a mission, ideals, and an approach to heroism that differs from most. I can’t think of a single plot line that explores Cassie’s relationship to Amazonian ideals, and how they (should) affect her work as a hero.

What are those ideals? What is Diana’s mission?

The specifics tend to change between eras, writers, and reboots, but Diana’s mission is to bring peace and justice to man’s world. That’s pretty vague, and broad, and Diana is canonically often distracted from it by crimefighting and superhuman threats (which, fair, hard to teach peace when some megalomaniac is tearing up a city).

“The superheroes of this planet and beyond… their mission is to avenge, to protect, to police. Mine is different. My mission is to teach, to learn, to serve. Hippolyta preached, as I and all Amazons believe, that with understanding and respect all things are bearable, believable, and possible.”

In its simplest explanation, Diana’s mission is one of peace and equality. She’s an ambassador, bringing Amazonian forms of diplomacy and social structure to man’s world, and creating reform through education, opportunity, and service.

“I am trained as a warrior, Barbara, but I am trained also to think of those skills as a last resort. There is no human conflict which cannot be served better with words than with the sword.”

Her greatest tools are not her lasso or gauntlets, but reason and compassion. Violent force is her last resort; while her use of violence varies by writer, that was a recurring trait for the best WW writers.

“We have a saying, my people. Don’t kill if you can wound, don’t wound if you can subdue, don’t subdue if you can pacify, and don’t raise your hand at all until you’ve first extended it.” —Wonder Woman, Vol. 3, No. 25

Diana may utilize violence when the situation calls for it, but her objective first and foremost is peace. Before violence, no matter what they do to her or what they’ve done in the past, she reaches out. She tries reaching people through conversation, treating enemies and ordinary people alike with kindness, respect, and empathy. Love without discrimination. Redemption and transformation over punishment.

Cassie adores Diana. She believes in her, and shares many traits. She absolutely believes in helping people, and that protecting another is worth her life. But she’s also inclined toward holding grudges, and often has a very black and white perspective on good guys and bad guys. She has compassion in spades, but has a difficult time putting herself in other people’s shoes. She was always gung-ho for a fight, but after Donna’s death, and the string of losses that follow, she grows increasingly angry and unforgiving in both her heroic and personal life.

I want Cassie to argue with Diana’s nonviolent principles. I want her to struggle with understanding and incorporating this pacifistic view, when violence is so ingrained into her own view of superheroes.

I want her to grapple with Diana’s teachings, and be at war with herself because a bad guy might deserve punishment in her eyes, but that isn’t always the right path to justice.

I want Cassie to act as a diplomat.

I want her to talk villains down, instead of punch first, ask questions later.

In that Titans storyline where she visits Alcatraz and sees the terrible conditions there, I want her to say, “What the fuck is this?” And force a prison reform.

I want her joining Diana on outreach efforts, advocating as Diana does for education and equality, and acting as her liaison.

Just. Stories about Cassie dealing with the teachings of her mentor and the Amazons, whether it’s enacting those teachings or coming into conflict with them.

#cassie sandsmark #diana of themyscira #she’s a brute force kinda gal and that’s great but it shouldn’t be that way every time #I know it’s probably a difficult thing to work into superhero comics #considering how much action and fight scenes play a role #But good writers managed a fine balance of Diana’s views and her handling of conflict #don’t ask me where those screenshots are from I forgot #the second one is definitely byrne’s run bc that’s his art style #I need a tag for my Cassie meta #this is my third or fourth big post on her #talking about cassie #cassandra sandsmark

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thatgremlinkid · 5 months

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Shipping your favs together is so funny because what do you mean I’ve been thinking about Diggers and Click going on scenic road trips in Diggers van and they occasionally stop so Click can take pictures of the wildlife and greenery just because I lobe them like what is wrong with me

#hate to be that guy but yeah ship post time!!!!#I just had to be annoying today sorryyy #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 diggers #reverse 1999 click #LISTEN TO ME LISTEN TO ME #well I mean I would love to say more but I don’t wanna be seen as someone mischaracterizating them-#especially not click I understand he has a very important job that shouldn’t be dumbed down too ‘he likes taking pictures’#and there’s definitely a lot you can do with that in a relationship between these two as a character study #I’ve been thinking a ton about that too #I just wanted to have some fun this time man #should i make a tag for this?#what would their ship name be #I’m also STUPID AND DUMB so I couldn’t even make a character study to show what I mean ueueu

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a-sketchy · 3 months

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the thing about yosuke’s shittiness around here (up close and personal, the campout) is that the vast majority of it isn’t doing literally anything for his character. i completely think yosuke’s shittiness is important to his character, but it’s by and large reflections of his own insecurities and flaws. he’s insecure about his masculinity and sexuality, he’s lame, he’s selfish, he’s obsessed with the idea of women, his mouth moves faster than his brain, he doesn’t like himself, and he cares way too much about the societal ideal of ‘normal’. but it’s really important that he’s self-aware! he knows when the things he says are shitty, he knows he’s lame, he knows he’s selfish, he knows he’s putting up a front of being carefree and normal. but there’s absolutely no self awareness here, there’s no recognizing he went too far and apologizing the next day, there’s no regret, there’s not even any self-deprecation, and there’s absolutely no compassion or empathy like he has in serious moments. a lot of what he says is just mean for meanness’s sake, in an execution incongruous with previous behaviour. it’s not even funny!

#tbh i think the thing with kanji in the tent was the closest to being interesting #like by the end he’s warning against kanji leaving the tent #so clearly he cares about kanji more than he’s homophobic #he was straight up just saying that stuff to be shitty. knowingly!#that’s interesting! and the whole thing reeks of yosuke’s own insecurity in his masculinity and sexuality #he took it way too far and i deeply wish he’d quit it with the we statements #but if he had even a single line like ‘shit… i shouldn’t have said all that’ or recognized he was in the wrong at all #then i think it genuinely would’ve been an important moment for his character #everything else was just extremely shitty for no reason. the fucking swimsuits was pathetic but the gross guilt tripping was awful #he’s just lacking all of his usual self awareness. he’s lacking all of his good qualities and nuance #like it’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what makes yosuke’s other moments interesting or funny #this is just him being mean getting punished arbitrarily and not learning anything #on paper i get it. i get how these events could be continuations of established charateristics #but it’s just so mean and shitty that it becomes absurd nonsensical and unenjoyable #the stuff with hanako is just genuinely repugnant on the game’s behalf. it serves no purpose other than cruelty #definitely the worst part of the game so far #rambles #p4g posting #yosukeposting

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spicyicymeloncat · 7 months

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Yknow something that gets me abt certain fanon depictions of kai is that he’s portrayed with no sense of self preservation, as if he’s self sacrificing and burned out, and I think I dislike it bc it feels like the opposite of his character most of the time.

Yeah some of the actions he takes are harmful to himself in some way, but it’s never intended to, they were ways of coping and making himself feel better.

Like the green ninja plot, he is insecure in his place, so he strives for the highest title to make him feel better.

The red shogun isn’t him beating himself up and not caring about his own well being. He was winning fights, fully engaging in the job, taking his frustration out on others and drinking away his issues, and yeah there’s self loathing in that, but there’s also him trying to make himself feel better, to redirect hurt away from himself.

Him prematurely concluding his parents were the bad guys in s7, is (imo) his way of rationalising his mixed feelings, in order to keep himself okay.

He’s not a reckless war machine who throws himself into battle with no hesitation, he tries to keep himself safe.

Kai is self-prioritised and yknow I think people in general really demonise that kinda of trait both in fiction and irl and that’s actually kind of harmful. The self sacrificial trait is so grossly over romanticised and idk it’s a breathe of fresh air when you see a character who doesn’t start out that way or end that way. Like nothing wrong with that trait being written, it’s just like sometimes it feels like people are only allowed to prioritise themselves if they previously have no sense of self care, bc then it’s seen as a healthy improvement. But in any other case, it means you’re selfish and that’s a bad thing apparently.

Like no. Being selfish and loving yourself and thinking you are hot shit and the smartest person alive and prioritising things that make you happy. None of that makes you evil or morally wrong. If in attempts to meet your needs you try to hurt someone else, or end up hurting yourself, then the action you took was bad but the intent isn’t! Fuck the media that finds people loving themselves as immorally wrong! Fuck it! It is not sexy to hate yourself actually.

I want more fanon Kais indulge in activities that make him happy, Kais that make bad decisions in trying to protect himself and Kais that have good coping mechanisms because he’s still trying to protect himself he’s just found better ways of doing it.

Bc it’s canon and it feels like it gets erased a bit because people somehow don’t find self love appealing unless the character was self hating first.

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year

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You can always like my posts and not reblog them btw I really don’t mind

#I really get distressed by how guilttrippy some of the ‘likes don’t do anything’ crowd gets #like yeah I guess attention is nice but you shouldn’t only be posting fanart for attention idk #and guilting the few people who ARE seeing and interacting w your content kind of seems #counterintuitive? idk #I know I’ve definitely not reblogged #stuff that’s #had an addition abt how it doesn’t want likes bc I don’t want my followers to feel guilty for curating their blogs #and I’ve also not interacted w posts like that bc I felt bad I didn’t want to reblog them so i also didn’t even like them!#idk it just stresses me out a lot. like sometimes you want to support it and not put it on your blog is that weird #my post

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weaponizedmoth · 15 days

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I usually leave my DMs open universally for comm requests, but that horse is dead and I'm putting dms on just for people I follow again <3

#time and time again I post a picture of myself and time and time again I get got #and then a few long months later I'm like after all why not #why shouldn’t I post a picture of myself #that being said credit where credit is due telling me I'm cute is definitely not the worst I've ever gotten #so it's all good #I'm just not gonna answer esp if you follow my ART BLOG because of my face #in retrospect I was completely wrong to post 1 photo of myself I guess #just don't want a repeat of that guy who followed me and was like here I followed you now you have to pay attention to me and asked me like #increasingly strange questions about Kyle McLachlan and Isabella Rossellini's sex scene in blue velvet #and what my favorite part of it was #full disclosure blue velvet is not even that graphic #and then I was like “what possessed this person...” but then I remembered there was 1 picture of me on this blog and I was like “Oh yeah”#and deleted it #so in retrospect again I have nothing to say for myself #*turns my blog into an actual blog and then gets cursed by a witch who wishes me to only post art* “get her ass”#anyway #wmp talks

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still-got-no-idea · 16 days

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did a thing (April 9th)

...not as bad as i expected? like my stomach's not happy and my cheeks kinda hurt, but like- it tasted fine. kinda liked the taste

bubbling threw me off, but also just... not bad. i'd do it again

ANYWAY THAT'S HOW I STARTED MY 10 AM-

(I shoved this into my drafts and forgot about it. Here now to say: i made battery acid spaghetti. I liked the taste, it made my stomach feel a bit weird. It hurt a bit, but it wasn’t too bad. I wouldn’t make it again, but I would drink it again. Not recommended though)

#aster talks #irl things #context: battery acid spaghetti #to be fair i tried to do it before in my own mouth which just didn't work as well as doing it in a glass #so i knew my stomach would be less than pleased #it isn't too bad though #maybe eat something neutral after #definitely eat something before #i had pizza for breakfast. so that's my context for food #i'd give it an 7/10 #not for everyone but it doesn't seem that bad #“don't do this” then i do it and am like “i get why we shouldn't. but also i'd do it again"#oh god i did this on April 9th #anyway. my stomach wasn’t very happy. wasn’t too bad #didn’t hurt that much. just probably shouldn’t do it again #I’mma post this now lol

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liittlecrow · 7 months

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Even though you’re halfway across the world, you giving up more and more of your location made me so hard 😵‍💫

and i absolutely adore to hear that.. you wanna know why? because my cunt was throbbing more and more with each word that i typed 😵‍💫

#something about being careless and posting things on the internet that i definitely shouldn’t for the whole world to see makes me soaked #asks #little crow speaks

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(part 11/final) Ao3

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“You taste good?” he groaned, “What in the everloving fuck was that? Huh? You’re a complete dumbass you know? You are actually disgusting. You finally kissed the dude then you pull that? Did you think that's cute? He probably doesn’t ever want to see you again. You know what? I can't even look at you right now. Perv,” he said walking away from the mirror.

Once again, he was pacing. He needed to be at the airport in three hours, and he just woken up. You might say ‘So? You have plenty of time.’ but remember, this is Steve we’re talking about. He rushed around the house completing his daily routine (using an actual physical checklist, because why not?). This list included all the basics, plus: deep cleaning the entire house, actually doing things that needed to be done for work, and even giving Ozzy a bath (horrible idea). By the time he threw on his sweater (who cares if it’s summer?) and made the last check, he still had two hours left. He wanted to cry. He wish time would stop being so inconvenient. He sat down and watched tv until he couldn’t stand it. This house was making him anxious. He patted Ozzy on the head and ran out the door.

“Steve?” It was his neighbor. Great. She had the tendency to talk. For hours. And hours and hours. (More than Julie. And that’s saying something.) In her defense, she was old and had no friends. (what? It’s true.) He was going to be late. He was going to be late and Eddie was going to be furious. He’d probably never want to speak to him again. Damnit. He decided to be bold for once. Once! (And that was a one time thing!) And he was already going to mess it up. “Are you doing alright? You look a little pale.”

“Uh hi, Sharon. Yep, fine. Just in a rush,” he said walking towards his car.

“Where ya headed?” She said, also walking towards his car.

“The airport. Picking my- someone up,” he quickly opened the door and sat down in the car. She, however, decided to hold the door open with her hand.

“My someone?” She raised her eyebrow, “I know that look. You’re dating someone. Is it that girl? What’s her name? Rachel- no that’s not it,” she gave him a puzzled look, “Ruby? No wait… Robin!”

“No-“

“You know I’ve seen you two. Is something going on? Y’all seem super cute together. I think-“

“No! Ew, no! No, Sharon. You’re right okay? I am going to pick up someone I’m dating. Is that good enough for you? Now if you’ll excuse me I need to leave before the plane lands so they won’t have to stand and wait an hour for me,” he said, knowing well no matter how slow he went, he’d make it on time. He moved her hand and slammed the door. He could see her glare at the car, from the rearview as he sped away, mouthing at him. Now he’s down to one neighbor on his side. (Amy will never not love him.)

Fuck. He felt nauseous. It most likely didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten. Oh. Yeah. He should probably do that. He wasn’t really in the mood to pass out behind the wheel. He had time. It was going to be fine. But, like, not enough time to go sit down and eat, obviously. He pulled into a convenience store on the side of the road. He rushed in and grabbed a candy bar (that’s enough right?). He paced to the checkout noticing the display of flowers nearby. (Hawkins takes National Women’s Equality Day very seriously.) He handed a bouquet to the cashier. (“Lucky lady I see?” Probably not the display he should buy these from. “Uh yeah,” he grimaced, “Something like that.”) He, quite literally, scurried to parking lot, and threw the candy bar into the ibis that was his car (which was quickly discarded and never eaten).

And just like that he was off. Again. He made it to the airport a little faster than expected (he only sped a little). With (drumroll please) 58 minutes to spare. Just in time am I right? He drummed on his knees impatiently and looked around. Well folks: to the left, we have ourselves a car, to the right we have (get this) another car, and I’ll give you one guess for what’s in front of Steve’s car… if you said ‘a car’ Congrats! Bingo! Right on the money! You win! Fantastic job! He sighed and looked over to the passenger seat (fortunately, there was no car there). He picked up the flowers and scrunched his face. This is stupid and horribly embarrassing. Who actually would want flowers? Definitely not Eddie. He’s probably allergic or something. He threw them behind his seat and closed his eyes. He took a few breaths to calm himself down and decided it hasn’t been long enough since the last time and needed to check the time. And- oh my god. Oh no.

So apparently that had been a lot more than a few breaths. It was 9:14. The flight landed at 9. Oh, this is bad. This is really really bad. He immediately sprang up and bolted out of his car. His mind went blank, while he stood still for a second not knowing what to do, before realizing that he was inside waiting. When he made it inside the airport, out of breath, he looked around for what seemed like an hour, before he actually panicked. He paced (a simple way to put it) around the airport looking for anyone who slightly resembled Eddie. Luckily, he was the only one who could be mad at him. The rest of the band was being picked up by Gareth's mom since she had a ginormous van. When he didn’t see anyone, he walked over to the arrival/departure board. He bit his nails as he searched for Minneapolis. As soon as he made it to the M’s he felt someone crash into his back. Jesus Christ. First, he loses Eddie’s trust, and now he’s getting kidnap-

“Stevie!” Eddie said, backing up so Steve could move, “Oh no. You look mortified. I am so sorry, the flight was late. I mean it’s not like I had any way of telling you but- I am so sorry!” He let out a huge sigh of relief, “What?”

He walked forward, wrapping his arms around his neck for what felt like the 1000th time. “I’m so glad you're back, I don’t think you get it.”

“Trust me, I get it,” he rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. “Okay not to, like, totally ruin the moment and all but I have been stuck on a plane for god only knows how long and I really have to pee. Okay? Stay put, I’ll be right back,” he set down his bags and ran away like a literal gremlin. He snorted and backed against the wall. The three-month wait wasn’t that horrible.

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“Are you okay?” Steve whispered.

“Obviously! I haven’t been here in three months. Three months! I’m so happy!”

“That wasn’t obvious, you look like you’re about to cry.”

“Oh, I totally am!” He giggled, “Hey and you can’t say anything, hypocrite. Or shall I say ‘Mr. I-am-so-emotional-I’ve-already-cried-three-times-since-Eddie’s-been-home’. Which hasn’t even been half an hour by the way,” he grinned. Steve looked back at Eddie to see him hitting the palms of his hands against his knees. He reached over the center console and held his hand for Eddie to take. When Eddie noticed, he blushed (badly) before taking it. “Thank you.”

“…for?” He questioned.

“Oh ya know, everything ever.”

“Um okay. You’re welcome I think? I'm not sure you should be thanking me for everything ever but, uh. Yeah, I guess?”

“No I mean it,” Eddie sighed without any further explanation. “Hmm, no. I’m kidding actually. Bitch,” he said endearingly after a hot minute of silence.

“Asshole,” he said, trying to remove his hand from Eddie’s with a smirk.

“Fucker,” Eddie said squeezing his hand tighter, so he couldn’t move.

“Dick.”

“Slut.”

He gasped, “Low blow, dude. Low blow.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. I’m so so sorry. Uhm,” he fake-pondered with a finger on his chin, “Ah yes. Gay,” he nodded successfully to himself.

“That’s better.”

These were the moments he missed most. Meaningless things that they would probably forget about in a day. Where they could be themselves without a care in the world.

“Oh, my god. The Harrington mansion at its finest. How I missed this place,” Eddie whispered to himself loudly.

“Three things. First of all, this house is barely considered big, let alone a mansion. Second, you say that like more than one Harrington living here. Third, why?” He said, pulling into the driveway.

“Okay one, have you seen my apartment? And-”

“Aren’t you, like, super rich and famous now? I bet you could afford my house, twice, and still have enough to be considered ‘rich as hell’,” Eddie raised his eyebrows and gave him a look, “Sorry. Continue.”

“And you used to live in a mansion with your parents, ahem number two, and I’m not giving up calling your current place of residence the Harrington mansion. That’s set in stone. Engraved into the stone if you will. Lastly, it's your house, ergo you will be here, ergo I have to like this place,” Eddie smiled, and made a face so you visibly could tell he just had a great (evil. Pure evil.) idea. “Also, revisiting number two, maybe if you let me move in, there might be more than one Harrington,” he winked and threw a ring made out of a straw wrapper (he swears this dude is Mary Poppins’ son) at him, before jumping out of the car. “That is, assuming it’s a yes.”

He quickly slid the ring on his finger (what? He was never letting that out of his sight now) and followed him to the other side of his car, “You are so-”

“Amazing? Charming? Handsome? So completely generous? Irresistible?”

“Interesting.”

“Well, I take that as a compliment. Though I think fascinating would be a better fit,” he said opening the back door to grab his bags, “Jesus H. Christ why did I need to bring- are those flowers?” He grabbed them and smirked.

“Oh, uh- I’m-“

“I’m hoping these are for me and you haven’t been seeing anyone else,” his face went pale, “You haven’t… right?”

“No! Of course not! I just- I thought it was weird and I knew you are clearly not the flower type and plus! I mean they-“ he went on but was interrupted by Eddie smacking a quick kiss on his lips. Nevermind. Flowers were good. Keep buying them.

“I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Purple is my favorite color too,” he blushed, bringing the flowers up to cover his face.

“Really? Purple?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the p, “And you can tell everyone you want I don’t care.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ll be sure to tell my three friends.”

“I mean, it’s not like they’d ever believe you. Three friends you say? Who’s this new mystery-“

“Oh, really Steve?!” They looked over to see Sharon with her hands on her hips, “look, I don’t care that you're dating a- a man,” she stuttered, “but why him?! He’s such a horrible influence!”

Eddie looked over to Steve and gave him an amused look. “Just between you and me,” he put up a hand to his mouth and stage whispered to Sharon, “I’m one hundred percent in it solely for the money.”

“Is that so?” Eddie gasped.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know,” he winked and rested his hand on Eddie’s hip for show. “Bye, Sharon! Have a marvelous day,” he turned around and dramatically rolled his eyes. “Okay anyways back to our scheduled programming, yes I do have three friends. Why does no one belive I have friends by the way? Very insulting,” he ran and unlocked his door, Eddie following shortly behind him, “I have Ozzy now!” Eddie pushed Steve inside and threw his bags on the floor (one of which fell open and sent random junk flying everywhere).

Eddie, completely ignoring what Steve had said, backed him against the counter, “So we’re dating now?”

“Oh uh, sorry about that. She was bothering me this morning so I kinda just spit out words and sped away. That was weird. Sorry, I’ll tell her that I was-“ he was once again interrupted by Eddie pressing his lips against his. (He was definitely not complaining.) This time it was better, deeper. More meaningful. Magical. They almost instantly tangled their fingers into each others hair, like it was habit. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure it was.

“Stevie, wait,” Eddie pulled back, (after about the longest 3 minutes of Steve’s now glorious, wonderful life) eyes widened.

“What? What is it? Are you okay? Did I do something? Is it-“

“No,” he giggled, “it’s just… did you say cat?”

“Yeah? Like 5 minutes ago? Why,” before he could finish he was already gone, searching the house for said cat. “Did you just now process that?" he giggled.

"Shut up, I'm slow," he popped his head out from where he was searching under the shelves, "You know this. Therefore you cannot be mean."

"I don't think that means anything actually," he groaned when he didn't see a cat and moved onto a different spot, "Eddie, he’s over there. He hides in the pantry when someone comes in the house.”

He bolted in that direction immediately (slipping on the hardwood like scooby-doo), “Oh my god I love him,” he said triumphantly holding the cat in the air, “I’m keeping him. He’s mine now.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe that’s happening. You can see him when you're here, you’ll survive I promise.”

“Well,” he said, skipping over to the couch and throwing himself on it with a smirk, “I guess I’ll just have to move in won’t I?” These are the time Steve’s glad Eddie was the bolder one. (Again: One. Time. Thing.) He’d wanted to ask that for about a year now but never got the courage.

“Is that so?” He said while, more gracefully, sitting down.

“I mean, little man said he wants me to. And you cannot resist that face can you?” He held Ozzy up to his face and poured.

“Which one?”

“Mine obviously,” he scoffed, “Is that a yes? Because I’m taking that as a yes.”

Steve sighed and smiled, “Yes, Eddie. Whatever will satisfy,” he waved his hand at Eddie, “your needs.”

“Wait really?” Eddie beamed.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because I’m not cool enough duh.”

“I think you are almost too cool.”

“Nobody could be too cool for Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington,” he said, setting Ozzy down and laying his head on Steve’s shoulder. He wanted to cry. He’s never been this happy.

“I don’t know man. Oz is pretty cool.”

“True,” he looked up at Steve and smiled, before looking serious, “I hope it will always be like this.”

“It will be,” he let out a shaky breath.

When Eddie didn’t reply he went to say more, take it back, but didn’t have the chance. Because just like he took the words right out of his mouth, “Right.” And he was.

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and this is what I call "thank fuck, it's finally over." BUT YAY I THINK. I honestly have no clue what to say besides uh thanks. Love how I went from a part everyday to a part almost exactly every month. I like to tortue myself with that info. I could have been done in January. But I think it’s better this way. Now I can finally put this on Ao3. Um anyways. I’m really unenthusiastic about this. I’m tired (wow what a shock). It is kinda crazy tho. I’d like to restate that all of this was all based off a dream. Also I’d like to inform that my most interesting dream was me getting chased by a big butterfly sooooo. Somehow this was a decent length. Idk how. I kinda just woke up and poof part 11 spawned. Okay so in other news,

Since I can no longer go on my how to get tagged spiel: I will now ask if you would like to be tagged in my next fic/ or if you want to be permanently tagged in all of my works such a as- all my fics, incorrect quotes, and random misc stuff.

One thing abt the new fic, remember how slow the last few updates of this were? It will most likely be like that. I kind sorta have it planned out but I am STRUGGLING with the povs. I’m also probably going to wait Untill I’ve written part 2 before posting pt 1. That worked out a lot better and kept me motivated for this one! )The fic is pre st1 btw and I’m rly excited cause I LOVE LOVE LOVE pre st4 fics.)

Tag list: @asbealthgn @queerbeansworld @bird-with-pencils @vecnuthy @artiststarme @captain-winter-wolf-aehs @piningapplewitch @rowendyss @steve-themom-harrington @lofaewrites @azreadytodie @thequeenrainacorn @pastel-dreamscape @importanttimemachinenerd @jehneeg @swagaliciousmarie @mightbeasleep @krazyperson @milkshakeflowercreator @fando-random @bumblebeecuttlefishes @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369 @fluffyreturns @scheodingers-muppet @wonderland-girl143-blog @briceslayed @youaremylobster @juststeddiebrainrot @pr3ttyb0yindie @scarlet-pandrian @drips-from-breaking-bones @plasticcrotches

I LOVE AND WILL MISS ALL OF YOU (That is unless you get tagged in the next fic ofc 😉)

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