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bleedingoptimism · 4 months
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As Steve walks into the grocery store he pulls his sunglasses off, only to put them back on again immediately. The lights of the store make the back of his eyes sting. Hungover from a bad headache, not that people here would care why. Whatever, is not like everyone already doesn’t think he’s an asshole. He doesn’t need to perform for anyone anymore.
A guy, singing to himself down one of the aisles peaks his attention, he’s tall and has long black hair and Steve belatedly remembers that he’s Jon’s friend from California.
“Argyle?” he asks, more to himself than to him, but Argyle turns and smiles at him as if they are old friends. He approaches and grabs his shoulder, shaking him a little.
“Oh! Hi Stevie!” 
The confidence and attitude he carries himself with make Steve smile for some reason. It’s like he’s very sure of himself but in a nice way, not in a douchey way, like his high school buddies were. Although hearing someone call him “Stevie” reminds him of Tommy and a very different time and he can’t help but shrink inwards a little, “Oh no please, just Steve,” he says with an apologetic smile, pulling his sunglasses off again and placing them on his head. And because he doesn’t want Argyle to think he’s the douchebag, he explains further, “‘Stevie’ brings back bad memories,”
Argyle leans his head to the side with a pout but then smiles and squeezes Steve’s shoulder, “Dude, it’s fine, we can just make new ones, man! Better ones.”
Steve’s first reaction is to scoff. As if it were that easy… but then he thinks, hell, maybe it is.  Maybe it is and it makes him smile. Argyle is way too outgoing for it to be comfortable for other people, it’s kind of ridiculous. For a second, he wonders if Jonathan found it jarring when he first met him. But Steve finds it refreshing. He shakes his head and smiles,
“So what were you looking for? Maybe I can help?” he offers.
Argyle turns in a circle, letting go of Steve’s shoulder and opening his arms wide, like he’s presenting the store to Steve, “See man, I'm mentally preparing myself for the munchies. I kind of wanted to make a pizza but like sweet? You get me?”
“Like a pie?” Steve chuckles.
“That! Sounds delicious, dude! But I don’t know how to make a pie,” Argyle laments, and Steve has no idea what possesses him to say,
“I do. You want help?” 
Argyle stills his whole body and then shakes it before he starts snapping his fingers rapidly, startling Steve.
“Ok! Ok ok ok ok ok! Are you busy right now, man?”
“Just need to buy my groceries…” Steve says unable to keep the bewilderment off his expression.
“I’ll help you with that, we’ll buy things for the pie and then you invite me over, how’s that my dude?” Argyle says, no preambles, “I have a doobie and a lot of questions about all the shit that went down” he adds moving his eyebrows up and down quickly.
“What about Jon?” Steve can’t help but ask.
“Ah man, Jonny is with Nancy right now. Those two love birds had a lot to talk about, so I figured I’d make myself scarce.” Argyle answers, nodding apprehensively at his own statement.
Steve finds himself nodding along before saying, “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it!”
“Hell yeah, Stevie!” Argyle exclaims throwing his arms up and this time, Steve doesn’t cringe at the nickname.
After that, Argyle follows Steve through the store, helping him put things in the cart, making a few comments about differences in products or prices from California, but mostly staying out of the way and humming to himself. Steve asks him what he wants the pie to be (strawberries and chocolate) so he gets the ingredients for that too and then they are off.
When they get to his place, Steve tells him to get comfortable while he puts stuff away but Argyle helps him out before sitting on a tall stool in the kitchen and watching as Steve gets all the ingredients for the pie laid out.
“You know dude, you’re kind of exactly how I imagined you’d be,” Argyle tells him, gifting him another one of his smiles. 
“Really?” Steve asks surprised.
“Jon told me all about you, man,” he answers nodding. 
Steve raises an eyebrow at that, “And you still want to hang out with me?” he asks, half judgy, half defensive.
“Of course! Because you know what I got from it, dog?” Argyle asks and Steve just stares at him, afraid to know the answer.
“That you are a good person, Stevie! So you got off to a rocky start dude, so what? I think that makes you all the more interesting.”
Steve purses his lips in an attempt not to smile and raises an eyebrow.
“You went to hell and beyond for someone you didn’t even like! You’ve paid your dues and a half for whatever shit you did when you were younger and it could’ve made you bitter or closed off, man! But it didn’t. Not even the tiniest little bit. You barely know me and you invited me over and offered to bake pie for me, dude!” 
Steve chuckles and shakes his head, “You got all that from what Jon told you? Also you invited yourself over,” he jokes. 
Argyle laughs and then just shrugs, choosing to ignore Steve’s question about Jon.
He lets it go, and Argyle lights up the joint while he starts making the pie. After they both get a few hits, Argyle starts asking him about everything. ‘Start from the beginning’ he says.
Steve starts off a little stiff but gets looser with the weed and Argyle's presence and ends up telling him practically everything. Argyle asks a few questions every once in a while, sometimes about the process of making the pie. Sometimes some really intense shit like ‘and how did that make you feel?’, ‘did you think you were going to die?’ ‘were you scared?’.
Steve answers everything honestly, and it feels incredibly cathartic. His favorite questions are the ones about the pie though, and he smiles the biggest when Argyle says next time he’ll make one for him.
In turn, Steve asks him how he met Jon and chuckles when Argyle confirms his thoughts and tells him Jon didn’t like Argyle one bit at first.
“He said I was too happy. He didn’t trust it. Dude couldn’t trust anyone that hadn’t gone through some kind of shit in their lives” Argyle laughs, “But I can thaw even the coldest of hearts, man! As we got to know each other, he realized that I did have my own shit going on, but that happiness was a choice for me. Is who I had chosen to be.”
They talk about that too, how it wasn’t an easy choice. How some days it’s harder than others, to keep at it. How all the Upside Down shit affected him too.
By the time the pie is done and the joint is gone, Steve feels incredibly close to Argyle. Like they’ve been friends forever. 
“So that’s pretty much it,” he says with a sigh after finishing a rant about why he doesn’t keep in touch with his high school buddies because Argyle had asked about them.
“Dude, you’ve been through so much,” he says solemnly.
“Yeah, you know that’s…. Life…” Steve says, shrugging. He doesn't know exactly what to say, suddenly feeling very awkward at being seen.
“Nah, Stevie. Me being kicked out of my house as soon as I was old enough to get a job ‘cause my parents couldn’t afford to keep feeding me and my younger siblings…. That’s life.” Argyle says seriously and quickly dismisses Steve's worried face adding, “It’s ok dude, they were great parents, they raised me well and I still go visit every other weekend” And then sighs and looks sternly at Steve again,
“Like I said, that’s life. What you’ve been through? Was hell”
“The kids had it worse- Ell-” Steve starts but Argyle interrupts him.
“That doesn’t erase what you've been through, Steve. It doesn’t make it less of a nightmare, man.” Steve just looks at Argyle as what he’s saying sinks in. 
“And you got through it, dude. You came out the other side even a better person than when it started and like- you saved lives! You saved my best friend's life and like- like- you should be proud of yourself Stevie. I’m proud of you, man” he finishes with a carefree smile. As if he hadn’t just rocked the ground Steve was standing on. And he doesn't know if it’s the weed, or Argyle’s words, or both but Steve closes the distance between them and hugs him.
“Oh, hey! Hugs! I love hugs!” Argyle laughs, and hugs him back, taking it all in stride.
“Sorry,” Steve sniffles embarrassed, “I didn’t know I needed to hear that till you said it,” he croaks.
“Nah, it’s good. I got you” Argyle responds, patting his back lightly.
The hug is wonderful, friendly, warm, and just the right length but when he’s stepping away from Argyle, he hears a wary sound from the kitchen door.
“Uhm…hi” 
It’s Eddie. Pocker-faced and cautious and Steve knows him well enough to know he’s freaking out inside.
“Oh, hi! Eddie! Good to see you, dude!” Argyle says good naturally and completely out of the loop. Steve smiles at him too and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand to dry them off a bit.
Whatever Eddie was thinking goes out the window when he looks closely at Steve and walks towards him, leaning closer to look him in the eye, “You okay?” he asks concerned.
Steve nods and Argyle clears his throat, “I’m going to… set the table for three,” he says, so maybe, not as out of the loop as Steve first thought.
Eddie completely ignores Argyle and grabs Steve’s face, his thumb caressing the underside of his eye, “You really ok?” he asks again and Steve chuckles,
“Yeah,” he answers with a smile.
Eddie hums and then looks back towards where Argyle is opening and closing cabinets in the dining room, looking for plates, “So… Should I be jealous?” he asks and Steve snorts amused, 
“Of course not,” he says.
“You sure? ‘Cause maybe your type wasn’t curls and big eyes, maybe it was long hair and weed all along,” Eddie presses and Steve can tell he’s trying to make a joke out of it but is actually asking for real and Steve gets frankly, really annoyed.
“You know what? Maybe you should be jealous. Argy would never accuse me like that,” Inwardly he cringes at the nickname but it gets the point across. Eddie’s face falls and he looks devastated and terrified for a second before Steve smirks bitchily at him and then Eddie is frowning.
“Asshole” he murmurs, despite still holding Steve’s face as if it were precious and fragile.
Steve steps closer, placing his hands on Eddie’s waist, “You started it” he says as an apology. Kind of.
Eddie huffs and moves his hands to Steve shoulder’s, one thumb pressed to his pulse, “I regret it” 
Steve hums, “Just for the record? A little possessiveness is kind of hot,” he says and pecks the tip of Eddie’s nose, “You questioning my feelings for you? Is not.” and then flicks it.
“Dully noted,” Eddie nods.
Steve looks him in the eye as he leans closer, kisses him fully in the mouth firmly, eyes open the whole time, and then whispers “Good boy,” before he steps away.
He smirks again seeing the full-body effect his little stunt has on Eddie. The way his eyelids fall, his mouth opens, the goosebumps on his arm hair, and the shiver that runs through his spine. He takes a moment to take it all in before he smiles, less predatory and more friendly. Eddie smiles back, and shakes his head amused, like he can't believe Steve is real. He does that a lot.
Steve then takes Eddie’s hand on his own and kisses his knuckles before moving past him and dragging him to the dining room with him, 
“Now c’mon. Let’s go eat pie with my new friend”
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a coffee? a doobie? ☕🥐💕
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moss-abyss · 14 days
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messy doodles of (semi-redesigned) green to keep the stress away
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tezzbot · 2 months
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Quick doodle dump of some stuff I haven't posted from the beginning of the year to now for some reason or another✌️
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squoonsquoon · 6 months
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we can bath time now!
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theotterpenguin · 3 months
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if the southern raiders had been written with a focus on katara and sokka’s relationship with each other and with grief, the conflict would have revolved around whether confronting someone who caused you trauma is necessary to heal or would only end up causing you more pain. both choices would be presented as equally understandable and a personal choice one has to make for themself, rather than manufacturing conflict over the “right” or “wrong” way to deal with grief to uplift one person’s moral philosophy over another’s.
katara, having looked into the eyes of her mother's murderer just before he killed her mother for protecting her, had a uniquely traumatic experience with her mother's death that was different from her brother. especially because katara ended on taking on her mother's role after her death, which is an emotional burden that sokka did not have to bear. sokka's trauma from his mother's death is tied more to the aftermath of losing his mother, and then later his father to the war rather than a personal hatred for the faceless man who killed his mother. this doesn't make his grief lesser, just different.
so it would only make sense that in the southern raiders, sokka would be opposed to katara going after yon rha. not because he doesn't deserve to die - because sokka is not a pacifist, he understands the realities of war. sokka would worry that facing yon rha would hurt katara more than it would ever help her heal. because for him, confronting yon rha would mean putting a face to the war that broke his family apart - a despicable person that he doesn't like to think about, a person that he would never want to see.
but katara is different. she needs this closure, she needs to face the terrible man who took her mother away and not be that scared little girl who ran away all over again. she needs this trip to deal with the survivor's guilt she's been carrying with her for the last six years. and it makes sense that sokka doesn't understand that at first. just as it makes sense that katara doesn't understand why sokka wouldn't want the same.
that's why at the end of the episode, katara is in a better state mentally than she was earlier. even though she is still conflicted over her choice not to kill yon rha, she needed to face the personification of her trauma, the representation of the childhood she lost, and that was what helped her heal - it really wasn't about choosing "peace" or "violence." and the episode should have ended with a conclusion between katara and sokka, in which both come to understand that the pain they experienced over their mother's death was different, and so they each had a different (but equally valid) way of coping with their grief.
(as a side note - this is also why zuko is the perfect person to accompany katara on her journey. they both have very similar experiences with grieving the loss of their mothers who sacrificed themselves for them, and both choose to confront the man who took their mother away from them, which helped them both to heal. zuko understands katara's need to face the person that has caused her trauma, even if sokka and aang do not understand at first because their experiences were different)
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3-aem · 1 year
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They fear you.
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nameissmile · 7 months
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The sillies my beloved the gorgeous tiny sjknskjndjnljdnljdhjlnsljbaljba
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Good omens sketch dump
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gaffney · 10 months
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✨i’m losing it, all i get is jealousy, jealousy ✨
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theserlingbucket · 2 years
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What comes up must go down!
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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 months
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Hello hello 👋 33 36 and 19 please!
hi hi! thanks for asking! 33 Give your writing a compliment. gah I don't know! Uhm... it's not as chaotic as it could be? I like to think I can make people smile and laugh with the silliness in my fics.
36 How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of? AO3 telling me title can't be blank when I want to post something at 5am is usually it. I'll use the first thing that comes to mind - which is why they're usually quite dodgy and cheesy. The one I'm most proud of... I think either Clark Kent or The Washing Machine Chronicles - mainly because I had fun writing those and they actually had a title before posting!
19 Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it. "How does he have that much time on his hands? Aren't cops supposed to serve and protect?"
"He's serving something alright." Nancy commented, looking over TK's shoulder at his phone screen.
"And protecting Austin with his partner." Marjan said from his other side.
"His partner is a dog, Marj."
"I know. And a cute one too. I follow him. Did you know the dog even eats banana? He posted a video the other day where he tried it and he liked it." Marjan told him. "But his favourite is pumpkin, that's why he named him Pumpkin."
"They're allowed to name the dogs themselves?" Nancy asked. "I thought they were just... assigned something."
Marjan shrugged.
"I don't know. But this guy got to pick a name himself. The guy's name is Carlos I think." she grabbed TK's phone from his hand. "You have to see the banana video, it's so cute." she tapped the screen a few times and handed the phone back. "Just watch."
"Posting videos of your dog eating fruit... I'm glad he's out there protecting the city. I feel so safe." TK said sarcastically, trying to keep the smile off his face while he watched the video.
"You're just jealous because you didn't think of it first." Nancy said, daring him to disagree. "Wait, he's APD!" Marjan said suddenly "We could do a collab with Buttercup! AFD and APD dogs united! I'll message him!"
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medievill · 4 months
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hey if you want to make my hosting-my-least-favorite-holiday holiday better, go comment on my fic. instant dopamine hit for me, sweet serotonin for you, draws aggro from my MiL.
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killian-whump · 10 months
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i get it now (about peter). honestly the first time i watched the movie i remember liking peter but now rewatching knowing what he’ll do just messed that up for me. i think colin absolutely was phenomenal as peter !! it made me laugh how he was so glad to be with anna even though she was so visibly uncomfortable with the entire situation but he was like “oh yeah this is awesome!!”
i also remember from my first watch not completely hating peter when the movie ended just feeling like, woah.. idk how to explain but i was hesitant to hate him completely even though he was bat shit crazy
Haha, yeah, it's actually kinda cute how genuinely oblivious he is to Anna's discomfort. He just simply doesn't understand that she (a) might not want to be with him and (b) has the right to make that choice for herself in the first place. I say this as respectfully as possible, but the guy's a fucking idiot 😂 He just has no clue what he's doing wrong or that it's not totally awesome (!!).
Mind you, it doesn't make his actions any less reprehensible. They're still terrible, terrible actions - and damaging, traumatic ones for Anna to have to endure. You can hate someone's actions and be completely against them while still understanding why they acted the way they did and having some sympathy for them.
It's that kind of complex emotion that Peter causes in the viewer that makes me love him as a character. Of course, some people choose not to (or can't) see the more complex aspects of his character and are just gonna hate the guy entirely - and that's perfectly fine! But by doing so, they're not getting the full impact of the character and the movie itself. It's not a film about one asshole with no concept of interpersonal decorum or boundaries. It's a film about how humanity can become a monstrous caricature of itself when left entirely to its own devices. It's about how people are shaped to fit into their environment and in an unhealthy environment, they will become unhealthy people and perpetuate that cycle. You just don't get that from the film if you focus merely on "he's a bad guy."
I feel like that's a key aspect to a lot of the roles Colin takes. He gravitates towards villains, yes - but complex villains that have more depth to their characters and their storylines than just, "He's a bad guy and he does bad things."
Well, except for maybe JJ Sneed. He's a bad guy and he does bad things. There's not really much more nuance to him than that. But he's a bit of an anti-hero. He's charismatic and charming, like Hook, and you want to like him... until you realize he actually IS completely bankrupt of any good qualities. And by then it's too late. You've been had right along with Maddie, and it makes the flick all the more fun.
Oh, and Professor Harrison. That guy's a dick.
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crystal clear for @erodaficfest
mature | 9k | oc’s based on adore you music video | trans non-binary character | genderqueer character
Moss, rock, and algae blend together as Bilal paws forward, grasping at slick wet earth, skinning their knees on slices of shells hidden in treacherous cracks. The rain is whirling their poncho up around their hips, letting icy wind in to bite angry welts into their hips. The stranger moves swiftly over the hill, with far more grace than Bilal can believe possible, and they trip in their haste to keep up with her, still unsure where she’s taking them.
Lightning and thunder split the sky together, and Bilal shivers violently, hurrying forward as fast as they can.
or, a fisher searching for lobsters and an exile hoping to protect them are thrown together in a storm. tangled thoughts on crustaceans, immigration, and indigeneity
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TAKEN FOR A RIDE
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