#and he probably gay posts too knowing him. God. yeah <3
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#nightmare.personal#loving my boyfriend hours <333 she is so. she is so!!! she is so#God she would bully the hell out of me if she saw the posts I made about her huh#thankfully I'm not in the like film analysis sector of tumblr so all is good he will not find me here#and he probably gay posts too knowing him. God. yeah <3#will delete this later am just feeling pretty :D
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MANGOOO!! hello, been shy to slide into asks but i got very curious looking at your SMG4 posts.. do you have any headcanons you think are cool ? Would be a blast to see them! :D
OH HAI!!!! Oh my god I love headcanons so much I promise, but I'm one of those people who immediately forgets them all when I'm asked about them. Also I forgot which ones are mine and which ones are someone elses, thought tbh if someone HC is good enough for me to think I made it then like, that would be a huge compliment to me haha! X3
I have a few that I can think of off the top of my head right now, there's a few that need a whole post to explain but I'll do that when I feel like it, gonna leave out any LGBT headcanons because I already agree with everyone else, they are all gay and trans except the ones that aren't and that's so awesome.
Again forgive me if I repeat someone else's HC, or if anything I say is proven to not be possible, I fucking forgorrrrr;
SMG3 has tattoos, I know I've shown that one already but listen. He has 3, one is a half sleeve on his left forearm that's got a skull and a bunch of bombs and explosions around it, another one is on his right mid thigh which is a memorial tattoo for Terence, and one very small one on his back right shoulder blade that's just a little skull (it's very blown out and old). He'd like to get more at some point, none of the others have any tattoos but he's trying to convince them to get one.
All the SMG's have the little arrow thing that was on their guardian pod as a marking somewhere on their body, SMG1 has his on his chest under his scarf, SMG2 has his under his hat, SMG3 has his on his lower back, and SMG4 has his on the back of his neck, they're all pretty hidden and not too visible, but anytime they use their meme guardian powers they glow.
Tari is just a bird fan in general, for someone who stays inside gaming she sure knows every single bird ever. She's not a bird watcher but she can identify any bird you show her easily, and she's always happy and excited to see bird when she does go out. Obviously though ducks are her favourite, but she like all waterfowl in general.
Karen is divorced, she just gives me divorced girl energy. She has full custody of her kids because her ex was a piece of shit and didn't want them anyway, her kids were all too young to know about him thankfully. She probably got married right out of highschool or something, those relationships never seem to work out. I keep thinking of those "day in the life of a divorced 23 year old" videos like, that's her lol.
Bob's secret hobby is fabric work, you will catch him dead before you catch him admitting or even showing anything he makes, but he makes garments and furniture for fun. Sometimes he'll throw them into the black market and lie about their value for a quick buck and to clear out space, he doesn't care much once they're completed he just likes making them.
I think this one's just semi canon, but SMG4 Mario is secretly really good at reading people, yeah he's kinda dumb but he can pick up what people are feeling in depth, he just doesn't always get why. He's also just a good guy to go to for comfort, not advised though don't listen to him, he's just really good to ramble/vent too (mainly because he won't remember what you said lol).
I'm sure I'll think of more as soon as I post this, but come back and ask again at some point and I'll try and remember them lol
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CRAIG: DIE, WHORE!!!!!
GREGORY: AGHHHHAGAHSGHJDguiwbulABUKBUICGDosah8CF0H()o
GREGORY: I HAVE BEEN ASSAULTED I HAVE BEEN HATE CRIMED I HAVE BEEN DESTROYED
GREGORY: THEY’VE RUINED ME!!!!
GREGORY: MY CONTOUR
GREGORY: MY LOUIS VUTTION!!!
GREGORY: YOU LITTLE SHITS
STAN: Hey uh. You kinda cute ngl
GREGORY: Huh? I am?
STAN: Yeah I just uhm… are you gay?
GREGORY: Gay as fuck
STAN: Let's date
GREGORY: Okay pookie
GREGORY: Wow Stan, you are so handsome
STAN: I know honeybun
GREGORY: oh my Satan you are so hot
STAN: SATAN!?
GREGORY: Yes snookums… I'm a demon
STAN: WHAT!!? OH MY GOD DEMON!! GET AWAY!
GREGORY: POOKIE BEAR!! COME BACK!
GREGORY: MY MASCARA IS GETTING RUINED!!
STAN: AGOUIFYUOIGCGTJUOVHUHIGVYUIGVBJKH
STAN: (AGGRESSIVE HACKING/COUGHING NOISES)
STAN: HUHBUHUBUBUBUHBHUH
STAN:(WEEZE(r))
GREGORY: Ow what the fuck
GREGORY: That shit hit me so hard that I got transported to a damn Wattpad fanfiction
GREGORY: Fucking ow
GREGORY: You whore
CRAIG: That's what you get for dissing my merch
CRAIG: Smh my fucking head
STAN: Buhhh
STAN: What happened?
STAN: What's going on?
STAN: Why is there a twink in my living room?
GREGORY: Shut up, Shane Dawson
STAN: Fuck you
GREGORY: Just so you KNOW Craig_The_Real_Tucker,
GREGORY: You just started a war you could never win
GREGORY: My account, GREGORY_CUTIE_PIE_3rd has over 14 million followers
GREGORY: They will ALL cancel you
CRAIG: Not before I reveal your secret, bitch
GREGORY: What are you on about?
CRAIG: You’ll see what I mean when I make my 3 AM cancellation post lmao
THOMAS: What the hell is going on in there?
THOMAS: I heard a chair breaking…
TWEEK: lord of Satan, it's probably some dumb petty internet drama
TWEEK: Let's not get involved
TWEEK: Nothing is worse than getting caught in the crossfires of influencer war
THOMAS: O… okay if you say so?
THOMAS: We should probably get out of the road though…
THOMAS: Estella had us watch a bunch of safety PSAS and im scared of dying
TWEEK: You're already dead
THOMAS: I- I know but I don't want to die twice
TWEEK: You
TWEEK: You can't???????
TWEEK: HUH?????
THOMAS: TWEEKHOLYSHITLOOKOUTCAR!!!!!
TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK IS A-
TWEEK:AGFUTDF(O&YCTGUIJHFY*OUGJHTRFUFYGUMBNCFT&FCFGHJFGHCUIOYJDCGUIOUYFFYCGHIFTYGU
THOMAS: HOLY FUCK- SHIT- FUCK- COCK FUCK- IHIYFGOIGUIFYGUIFILYHVCKFCVHLIVLUYCHVK
TOLKIEN: Oh look what your bitching made me do, Clyde!
TOLKIEN: I hit a fucking deer!
TOLKIEN: I….
TOLKIEN: ….think?
THOMAS: YOU HIT TWEE- FUCK SHIT SHIT ASS ASS! OIGFI^YGIUOGUKGUFLCTGHVJCKHG
STAN: What the fuck
STAN: What is going on outside
KYLE: Global warming?
STAN: Other than what's not real
KYLE: Stan don't start with this
STAN: I'm just saying, if it DID exist wouldn't it make the whole world feel warm?
KYLE: IT IS!!! IT'S MELTING THE ICE CAPS!!!
STAN: That's what they want you to believe
KYLE: Okay, you’ve lost talking privileges
GREGORY: YOU WOULDN'T
CRAIG: OH I FUCKING WOULD BITCH
CRAIG: YOURE ABOUT TO BE CANCELLED IN T MINUS FUCK YOU
GREGORY: NOT BEFORE YOU DIE
CRAIG: BITCH I'M TOO FAMOUS TO DIE
GREGORY: BULLSHIT
CRAIG: NOT MY FAULT YOU USED ARDELLE WHISPIES
GREGORY: YOU WHORE
STAN: SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M WATCHING SOMEONE PUKE BLOOD
GREGORY: OH MY GOD IS TOMMY OKAY?
GREGORY: TOMMY BOY????
GREGORY: TOMMY BOY??? TWEEKY?????
TWEEK: uuuughhh
TWEEK: That HURT you asshole
THOMAS: YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO THOSE FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! SAFETY PSAS BLUHGHUGJGKBVHBJUVHJKb
TOLKIEN: Oh
TOLKIEN: Look, Clyde
TOLKIEN: It's your new boyfriend
CLYDE: Aww is he okay???
TWEEK: NO I GOT HIT BY A FUCKING CAR
TWEEK: YOU BROKE MY LEGS!!!
CLYDE: Well SOMEONE was fighting so hard with me that they weren't looking at the ROAD
TOLKIEN: Oh so this is MY fault now???
CLYDE: YES THIS IS YOUR FAULT
CLYDE: YOU HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR
TOLKIEN: MAYBE IF YOU WASHED YOUR DAMN HANDS THAT WOULDN'T HAPPEN
CLYDE: WHAT DOES WASHING MY HANDS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT???
TOLKIEN: IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT!!!
TWEEK: CALL 911
TWEEK: MY LEGS ARE FUCKING BROKEN
THOMAS: BLUHJBHJVUIGY*HUGH
TWEEK: STOP GETTING KOOL AID ON MY BROKEN LEGS YOU ASS
THOMAS: SORRYBIHGUHIJKLUHHHH
TWEEK: Wait a second
TWEEK: IS YOUR KOOL AID VOMIT HEALING MY LEGS?????
TWEEK: KEEP DOING IT KEEP DOING IT YOU LIL PISSBOY
THOMAS: OKAYBLUGHUIHVJBKBFUCK SHIT BPHUIGLKNJBHI
GREGORY: TWEEKY
GREGORY: TOMMY BOY
TOLKIEN: Fuck
CLYDE: Awww man
CLYDE: You ruined my chances at asking out Tweek
GREGORY: What?
CLYDE: What?
(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)
(Nyan Neko sugar girls art made by @zemoleinyourtrashcan credits go to Nyan Neko Sugar Girls for making the og images)
(Wattpad fanfic segment written by either @smilerzart or @cattpup5, unsure)
#craig tucker#craigfluencer#hellpark#south park#south park edits#sp#southpark#underworld park#underworld park tolkien#underworld park tweek#underworld park pip#underworld park clyde#underworld park thomas#underworld park gregory
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times they call/insinuate angel is gay/“too feminine for a man”/is attractive to men, in ats - Season 1
ep 1 A manager says to Angel he is a very beautiful man, and he wants to represent him. "Call me, this isn't a come-on"
ep 2 In the club, Angel has to "search for someone that's in trouble" and everyone thinks he is just flirting, including a man, Angel tells him "seriously I wasn't hitting on you"
ep 3 Spike, while watching him from afar, makes a LONG hilarious joke about him being gay, and caring too much about his hair and using “nancy boy hair gel”.
Later while fighting, Spike says to Angel "What’s next ? Vampire cowboy ? Vampire fireman ? Oh, vampire ballerina?" to which Angel responds "I do like to work with my legs" and kicks him
ep 4 Doyle legit admits he is attracted to him
ep 5 Cordy: "do you have (hair)mousse?... of course you do"
ep 6 Mafia boss calls him “nancy boy”. Angel hits him with a chair.
Also, there's a joke where Cordy nags Angel for not noticing her new shoes, Angel is about to say that "men don't notice that staff" when Doyle enters and says to her "Nice shoes!". This is a 'Doyle =gay' joke but it also shows Angel has funny ideas of what makes you a man, and it's funny that the entire plot of the ep is about repressing emotions, and unwinding when you touch a magic stick.
ep 7 Angel and Doyle going to fight a vamp nest is paralleled with Cordy going on a romantic date. Doyle: “everyone has dinner plans”.
The first thing the new husband of Doyle’s ex does when he comes in, is insist on how handsome Angel is. (Doyle’s ex had also just met him, didn’t say a thing, neither did other women this ep)
ep 8, 9, 10 and 11 I didn’t catch any
ep 12 friends of Cordelia meet Wesley and Angel for the first time, the way they act and respond to their flirting and invitations to a party makes them think they are gay “the good ones are always gay” one says. Angel is not bothered about it, Wesley a little. Later they have this conversation in which Angel seems to have noticed that insecurity, and he says to Wesley that the girls liked him, that his clumsiness was charming, and that the fact they think they are gay adds mystery
(also why does angel quickly bit his lip, looks him up and down, and smiles to him like that??? asdfasdfasd)
ep 13 (refer to this post bc it needs context) in short yeah a guy is definitely attracted to him
ep 14 nothing again I guess
ep15 Kate’s dad asks her if Angel is gay, she laughs and says "no, he is just not my type, or I'm not his type".
Also, it felt like the dialogs were specially 'supernatural=queer' this episode, and he WAS getting homophobia by Kate lmao
"you don't get to kill a demon in front of me and then act like we are going to have a cappuccino together"
"No offense, I know you are probably a decent guy for, you know, what you are..."
"If you insist on talking about this, can you pls not call it that? It makes me uncomfortable.(don't say demon) say evil thing"
"What? they are evil things that are not evil? - well yeah(me) - OH right, sorry"
Then the scenes of his father calling him a disappointment make it even more uuughhh, and then he says "It was a son I wished for, a man! Instead, god gave me you".
All scenes from his past as human point to him being a fuck boy, meaning that, even if not queer, in a way, he also didn't follow the conventional norms of romance or sexuality. But it's also funny to point out the first thing he does as a vampire is feed from a man, to which Darla says "now you can have anyone you want"
ep 16 Cordelia ends up saying “if anyone is wearing a push-up bra here its-- Angel!” when Angel surprises her entering the room, (Also, Wesley describes a type of demon that howls when they are preparing to fight or mate, next scene angel is fighting them while they howl(they appear male), I know this one is a reach, but I’m putting it here bc it made me laugh).
ep 17 so he reads girl-celebs magazines and remembers this rumor about an actor? sure
also this ep Cordy(known fashion lover) compliment's Angelus fashion sense "Angelus would never wear those pants".
In the buffyverse they say everything is the same without the soul except there's no guilt, meaning no repression about what he would like to wear. So if it hadn't been obvious from before, Angel is also a fashion lover, except repressed about it.
ep 18 there was nothing much here except if you count that Darla asks him "have you met someone else?" no gender-specific.
And/or this interaction with Linsdey cuz come on the tension, the banter, the 'was it necessary getting this close?'
ep 19 Again nothing textual unless you count that Wesley risks his life and goes against the Watchers council for him, even if it means helping someone he hates(Faith), and his loyalty to Angel is called a perversion(also how does angel look so small here??asdfsas)
ep 20 two little things, first, does this joke "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" Angel says to intimidate a guy count? lol
Second, in this ep they get paid to search for blackmail pictures of a guy who went to a demon script club, after Angel takes them back Wesley looks at them, and he seems weirded out. Angel is besides him and only with a quick look he is able to tell the pictures are upside down, Wesley turns them and looks at them again, he says "oh, I can't imagine it was pleasant" to which angel makes this face like uhm???
In any case I put it here cuz even if its not an "angel=gay" moment it certainly shows he has experience with Unconventional sex staff
eps 21 and 22 I didn't catch anything, but in the last ep the "supernatural= other(queer/disabled/etc)" thing is easier to see. Because there's Kate again with the irrational hate like "I'll rid the city of your kind" etc just after Angel saves someone.
And the last scene shows the way your friends don't mind the "weird" parts of you even if you or most people do
a super endearing moment that happens just before the show promises Angel that he will "as a reward" be normal eventually, which weird, cuz then, Is the message of the story that you can find peace by finding a mission and loved ones who accept you as you are? or is it you can find peace only as long as you are useful to the normal 'innocent' people around you, and you work toward being normal? idk
#I think I started this after I saw a lot of comments on yt in a random vid calling angel straight#like how dare you insult him like that#sadfasdfsadfsdf#but I kept the bit going cuz it was funny#ats#angel ats#angel btvs#btvs#also disclaimer cuz I've seen lot of rotten staff out there#I'm not including things like: this character acts like a mother this character is saved by others a lot#or this character likes pink or cooks or is shirtless a lot#cuz those are just gender stereotypes that actually are just human things not femenine or masculine#not inherent in men or women#so I don't believe a male character having or doing staff society considers feminine means they ARE gay or feminine#lol thats so backwards#those staff only get in the list if another character or the show somehow explicitly classifies them#as a sign of being 'too feminine for a man' or gay#this attempts to be from the show's perspective
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Yknow I feel like I should have a main post where I share my Milgram opinions/verdicts (thought of this bc i was writing my sister's opinion on the milgram characters). So I'll go character by character.
Will anyone read this? I don't know but its here
Haruka: I relate to him a bit (shitty mother, intrusive homicidal thoughts, neurodivergence). I def feel bad for him but hes still really guilty in my mind. I just think the whole killing for attention thing is a really dangerous mindset you can't just get out of, especially if you're being told you're not in the wrong. And it definitely seems like he doesn't actually feel bad for the girl he killed, just feels bad because people are mad at him for it. Idk. But I enjoy his dynamic with Muu a lot, even tho its toxic i just think its really interesting. But I wish him the best and he deserves a hug. His songs are mid tho (/hj i like them)
Yuno: I love her personality and I think shes so fun, but I honestly don't think about her a lot compared to the others. But I love her and specifically enjoy her dynamics with (obv mostly in fan content) Kazui, Mahiru and Fuuta. Her and Fuuta are such a good platonic ship (romantic is fun too). Innocent vote, obv. I like her songs, but Tear Drop moreso than Umbilical.
Fuuta: Oh my god I wonder what I think of him. In all seriousness he's a major hyperfixation of mine at like every given moment. I adore him and i think he deserves better and to be innocent. Like he feels so guilty for what he did and he didn't know any better, everyone around him was encouraging his behavior and praising him for it. But then it got too far and all his friends abandoned him and blamed him like. Poor fuuta :( and he's like 100% right when he says him and es are exactly the same. On another note, major fan of 0309 (romantically, but either way works), and also love his dynamic with Haruka, Yuno, Mahiru, Amane and Es. His songs are both in my top three (backdraft being #1)
Muu: Tied for my fav character(? Fuuta might beat her idk) I love her personality and vibe and everything just ❤️❤️ queen shit. And her queen bee design is gorgeous. Typically my favs are men but shes one of the first women ive hyperfixated on this much. Again, love her dynamic with Haruka, not from a like. healthy relationships could make the characters better standpoint, but from a story perspective its interesting. But yeah guilty. As for her songs, INMF is my #2 and i like After Pain
Shidou: Honestly I used to be kinda indifferent about him and just found him to be boring but then I rewatched his voice dramas and read some fics and I like him more now. I feel really bad for him bc he went through a really shitty situation which he felt he had the power to change and was stuck in a shitty moral dilemma bc of it. And in the end he did shitty things to save those he loved and it didn't even matter. He feels so guilty and doesn't deserve it. Innocent <3. Also romantic 0507 ftw (0506 is cool too). Him and Amane are silly too. As for his songs i like them, but they're not my fav
Mahiru: i like her, but im not too like. invested in her ig. But i feel bad for her :( she just wants to feel love and like. clearly she did something wrong but she didn't know she was. She never intended to hurt anyone. So innocent. Unless we find out she like. did something really fucking bad then maybe guilty. But in I Love You it implies it was a mutual toxicity so it probably wasn't something super terrible? But anyway. I love her with like all the characters cuz shes just so fun to see interact w others, but specifically with Yuno, Fuuta, Shidou, Amane and Mikoto.
Kazui: Hes so fun i love him. Like all he wants is to be honest and be himself but he feels pressured to lie and then finally he tells the truth and his wife fucking kills herself like- jeez- poor guy. Like following the gay theory, i get why she mightve done it (imagine being told the romance you built your entire life around for like 20 years was all a lie, and that your husband never actually loved you and just pretended to and every time you kissed or something he was just pretending like. that sucks poor hinako) but its so awful that he had to go thru that. But anyway innocent, kazui come out we accept you. And stan 0507. Song wise cat is easily #4 but. half is ok ig
Amane: Yknow i love amane but I also hate her and i think part of that might be the fandom? idk. I feel sorry for her bc she grew up in such a shitty situation but also i think shes beyond the point where we can uninstill those ideologies. Like shes 12, not 5. And amane says it herself that she has as much of a free will as everyone else and that her decision to kill/stay in this environment should be valued. Not that i think she should remain in this abusive situation, but she's not just some innocent kid whose being manipulated, she knows what she's doing. Hence, guilty. I don't think either vote will change her or anything so im voting with my honest opinion. As for dynamics, i love seeing her interact with all the other prisoners, but especially Shidou and Fuuta.
Mikoto: I love mikoto a lot but im so on the fence about his verdict. Ive been voting him innocent but theres still a part of me thats like. debating it. Bc he shouldn't have to be punished for John's actions, and it sucks that that's the situation hes in, but its that or more murders are left to occur. The main reason i say innocent is under the idea that John could go dormant or just stop fronting as much if we reduce mikoto's stress (like he says will happen i think). But hes so complex and fun i love mikoto. Specifically i love romantic 0309 but also his dynamic w the smoking group and mahiru. Also i love his songs.
Kotoko: I love her but also fuck her for hurting fuuta (and mahiru too but mainly fuuta). She annoys me bc she was so quick to almost murder several people based on a preliminary verdict that was made using little information. Like she knew this wasn't a concrete verdict, but attacked them anyway. I get her ideology of "kill people who evade justice to protect the weak" but only when they've actually done bad things (ie. the guy kidnapping the little girl). But when she doesn't know what they did and knows the person accusing them doesn't either???? Like bruh. But i like her character shes fun. I like seeing how she interacts with es and everyone she attacked. And songs, harrow is okay and i really like deep cover.
Whew im done.
#this has been in my drafts for a hot bit so im posting it#milgram#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha
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could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!
omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!
tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )
as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton
aaron² hc's !!
reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3
they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout
sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time
u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice
as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!
they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so
anyway enough abt hamilton for now
there was def mutual pining
they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"
"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk
the way they attempted to "drop hints":
t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did
pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to
z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him
both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same
"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t
"...what?" -jesse
needless to say jesse was confused as hell
he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing
"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z
thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization
giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual
"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off
"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"
building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later
he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted
little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways
as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend
saying t was happy would be an understatement
the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered
choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red
"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"
well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably
"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!
after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug
but wait !! theres more !!
what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???
the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔
z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one
even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat
t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable
z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it
now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪
they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!
they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not
however theyre also 300% more flirty
by that i mean T is 300% more flirty
z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)
z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )
when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......
t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it
dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM
i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first
t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud
t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information
z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin
z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly
theyre so cute im throwing up in class
there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK
thank u for reading <3
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The Drive-In - Part 4
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The speed at which Eddie moved back in his seat almost rivaled Steve's recoil from earlier.
"Shit, sorry, man. Guess I was just playing up the character" Eddie realizes he's making his voice sound a lot deeper than usual. He looks at Steve, expecting the worst. A slur, a look of disgust, an act of violence, maybe, but nothing happens. Steve simply nods at him and turns back to the movie.
Eddie honestly hadn't even realized he had put his arms around Steve. But he had definitely noticed how Steve's arms had felt around him.
That firm embrace of safety teamed with the verbal destruction of Jason Carver. Damn, if that hadn't made Eddie feel protected as fuck.
Nope. Eddie tells himself. No way. We are not going down this road again. Absolutely not! That was a phase, and that phase was over. Over!
Eddie gathers up his lunchbox quickly and takes down his hair, "So...um...yeah...thanks for saving my ass there, dude. Appreciate it."
Steve is still looking at the movie. Gods, Eddie's insides were in knots. Why wasn't he saying anything?
Eddie continues, "Look, erm, I was just scared of getting my head kicked in, dude, that's all. Here, look." Eddie grabs a small bag of weed out of his lunchbox and throws it at Steve, finally getting Steve to look at him. "On the house. You know, as a thank you," Eddie tries to give him that salesman smile and shrug.
Steve gives Eddie a sobering look of pity before picking up the baggy and tossing it back gently, "You don't need to buy my silence, Munson. I won't tell anyone."
"I wasn't...that's not..." Eddie huffs at his inability to form a sentence.
Steve dips his head to look at Eddie's face. "It's ok. I know...I mean... a few years ago, I met someone who was...you know...um...homosexual, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I promise I won't breathe a word of this to anyone"
Eddie's eyes search Steve's for a moment. Searches for a sign this was some kind of locker room joke between guys or something. But the laugh doesn't appear. He was serious. Steve thought that Eddie was...
Eddie clenches his fists and feels the anger rise in him. "I'm not fucking gay, alright?! I like girls! I was just terrified, alright?!" He gestures violently into the night, "That's why they were chasing me in the first place because I was hitting on a fucking woman, alright?" Eddie looks around frantically, "There...that one there," he points at the girl from earlier. Eddie pokes the glass so hard he's amazed his finger doesn't just go through it.
Steve gives him another pitying look.
Eddie wrinkles his nose in anger. "You know what, Harrington, if anyone in this car is fucking gay, it's you! All those years slapping other guys' asses are probably a major factor in why you didn't even notice how broad my shoulders were when you tried to ram your tongue in my ear!!"
Oh, that was it. Eddie had found it. Steve's eyes flare with annoyance, "Yeah, well, in my defense, you've got long hair, and your shoulders...your shoulders are not as broad as you think they are...could have been shoulder pads, alright?!"
"Shoulder pads?! That's fucking rich coming from the guy who must use more products in his hair than the entire cheer squad!!" Eddie barks back sharply, "Also, it's clearly not having the same effect on the girlies it did in high school. We all saw you flunk out with that group of girls at the food stalls, King Steeeeve! Post-high-school not treating you so well, is it?" Eddie mocks spitefully but almost instantly realizes it's a step too far when he looks at Steve's expression is one of pure hurt as his eyes cast down to the floor.
Why did he always take it too far?
"Get out, Munson," Steve says quietly, without even a hint of anger. Only sadness.
Eddie takes a few breaths to calm down, and his anger is quickly doused by remorse. He wants to apologize, but it might be best to leave. Then he remembers his van won't start. Maybe he could figure it out, now he didn't have to run for his life.
"Look, I'm gonna go. For what it's worth, dude, I'm sorry. What I said...that was too far. I just lost it. I don't like being called that, ok?" Eddie says genuinely, takes a last look at Steve from under his hair, and exits the car.
The walk back to his van is an almost shameful one. He regrets what he said, obviously, that look on Steve's face was stomach plummeting. Eddie didn't even envision any success for himself after high school either, not that he had any while he was in it, but more than anything, he couldn't stop thinking about his Dad.
Eddie remembers him storming into Eddie's room, grabbing him by his t-shirt collar, and lifting him off the floor. His dad's face was bright red with anger, raging at him, spittle flying out of his mouth, droplets occasionally hitting Eddie's face while he accused Eddie of a list of things.
Eddie can still hear that Click-click of the shotgun in his mind now, as clearly as the first time he heard it. His Mama pointing at his Dad.
Then as cool as ice, she'd said, "Put my son down. He didn't know no better. He's gonna go to that there Jesus summer camp, and we'll hear no more of this. Right, Eddie-bear?"
Eddie managed to swallow hard and reply, "Right, Mama. I promise it won't happen again, Dad."
"You're no son of mine," his Dad had seethed as he released him, dropping him to the floor.
His Mom did not rush to help him. She kept the barrels trained on his Dad until he closed the front door behind him.
Eddie physically shakes the memory from himself in a shudder as he opens the hood of his van to assess the damage. It didn't look like anything had been tampered with. Maybe she was just having a moment. He grabs his toolbox from the van, takes off his jackets, and begins the painstaking process of elimination.
He didn't like guys. It was just a phase. You know what? Not even a phase. It was one guy, just one! A few fumblings and kisses here and there, nothing sordid. They were just kids. They didn't know any better.
It was just...how did that counselor put it...an experiment.
When asked, Eddie had answered truthfully. He liked girls, he wanted to marry a girl and have kids, but he liked his friend too. The counselor explained that puberty could complicate your feelings and cloud your vision. The way he explained it to Eddie seemed like it made perfect sense. He was extremely close with his best friend. They had both been too shy to approach girls, but we're curious about things, so they practiced with one another. It was nothing to dwell on, a common mistake. Just forget all about it. Move on. It meant nothing.
That was so long ago, but the words might as well be embossed on Eddie's brain. He gets back to solving the problem at hand, getting this old girl up and running so he can get home.
When Eddie got in the zone, time flew past so quickly. Before he knows it, the movie ends, and soon the cars around him start to peel away. He's only got a few more things he can think of to try. He wipes his grease-covered hands on his jeans and takes out a cigarette for a well-earned break.
Eddie sits on the edge of the engine area, his feet resting on the bumper as he looks up into the night sky. At least it was a warm night. If he had to walk all the way back to the trailer park, at least he wouldn't freeze to death.
He feels his eyes pull down the now sparse line of cars. Steve's car is still here, but it doesn't look like he's in it.
Shit, what if his words had pushed Steve over the edge or something. He should probably go check on him, right?
No, definitely not. That would be a really fucking bad idea. Eddie tries his hardest to look at anything but Steve's car, but his eyes keep getting drawn back there as the guilt weighs down on him.
He rolls his eyes and groans, hopping down from the van and flicking his cigarette butt into the darkness. A quick look around couldn't hurt, and it would put his mind at ease.
As he rounds the corner to clean his hands properly and get his jackets, he nearly accidentally charges full-speed walk into someone and stumbles backward just before impact, raising his hands without looking up. "Shit, sorry. I Didn't see you there".
Eddie half hoped it might be Steve, but he wasn't that lucky.
"Damn right, you didn't! I knew you'd come back for this heap of shit," he hears Jason's voice, but before he can talk his way out of it, Jason's fist comes reeling towards his cheek. The impact sends Eddie crashing into the side of his van head first, making him drop to the floor unconscious.
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wait who said the “he would never confirm it to me” thing in the book? patrick?
im only like 60-70% done but heres my rant so far—
no, it was a reporter that was supposedly close with mcr. i could only find 3 or 4 interviews he did with them, and only one with fall out boy. its the same reporter that made the patina comment. maybe he did more but ??? why would you say something like that about someone you dont know
i definitely feel like a few “minor characters” like him are absolutely dominating the panic and fob narratives and a lot of the quotes from actual people in the bands are re-used from old interviews without any clear indication that this was done. i feel like some people in the bands arent in it all. 1-2 of these “minor characters” seem a little bitter/jaded too.
its really interesting to hear from some of these people, but like why is someone who (seems to) have interviewed fob one time 10 years ago talking about how he thinks pete spun his suicide attempt for attention. like why is he even being asked about that. probably because nobody else was willing to tell a rando about that. anyway stuff like this makes me question other stuff in the book a lot
also i feel like every time i see something pretty jarring that irritates me, i look at the name and its a name ive never heard before and checking the character list or even googling provides no clarity. i also feel like some sections read like what people were asked was a bit leading or weird
i also feel like there was no fact checking whatsoever, and like yeah everybody makes mistakes and people remember things differently. and i know how annoying i seem when i complain about small stuff but when combined with everything else it grates on me a lot
also i just skimmed this one ahead of time to brace myself but the “everybody was faking being gay for attention” section annoyed me a lot too for all reasons listed in this post plus TRECKETT. TRECKETT. being the bandom ship brought up. like god
also, so far, i definitely am getting the impression that very few people were willing to say anything of substance about panic at the disco for more than 5 minutes, and panic is not talked about with the same glow or respect that other bands were, which is really annoying because the other emo history book did not cover panic well either. this is another reason why i am filled for disdain for this book because i care about panic at the disco lore a lot. like stop saturating the market with this garbage please
this book has pissed me off a lot since before it came out so im also looking for stuff to complain about lol. my main issue with this book is the way that it is very disingenuous and hypocritical about feminism so the author could get away with fanboying about brand new during peak music metoo and not be criticized by any emo teens online. it is Swmrs Behavior and i have a zero tolerance for it.
i also thought the intro was poorly written and disjointed and focused way too much this because it was more the author trying to justify his own actions than anything else and it was uncomfortable and annoying to read
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***Well, I am still mourning the lost of my Dangerous Romance Ep 9 post 😭😭😭***
Me while watching Only Friends Ep 10:
1. I'm still reeling from a surprise Mond appearance 😅 Also, this episode's title is quite intriguing. Who exactly will be redeemed by the end of this series??
2. I have it with Mew and his effing high horse 😅😅😅. After nine episodes, it's becoming irritating lol.
3. Ray still in denial that he is a raging alcoholic. I do hope Sand gets through to him. But I digress, I'm currently watching this episode with vodka mixed in my coffee, so who am I to talk? lol
4. Why do I feel like Boeing is intentionally pissing Mew? "You are so cute, like an upgraded version of me". WTF. 😅
5. Yeah, I have mentioned this in my missing Dangerous Romance post but it is crazy how much chemistry Papang has with every guy, girl, gay, MILF that they partner him with. What. The. Actual. Fvck.
6. I'm still on the fence with Dan. Office romance, imo, rarely works.
7. I still don't get how Atom can be so effing in love with Boston after just one night. I believe bestie @lost-my-sanity1 said that Boston probably has a magical d*ck that every guy he sleeps with just falls in love with him 😂😂😂😂
8. Ugh. Atom dishing out lies. C'mon, Cheaum. Boston might be an a**hole but he is an honest a**hole. In all the years that you knew him, Boston does not resort to blackmail to get somebody to sleep with him. Manipulation, yes. But downright blackmail ain't in his cards.
9. I mean, Boston has always let his d*ck do the thinking. I guess it's high time he gets some karma for it. I just don't want Atom to also get away with his smear campaign against Boston.
10. I think the reason why Mew irritates me so much is because he tends to act like a Jane Austen heroine. Just make up your darn mind lol.
11. Okay, whatever scenes were deleted, I would need that included on the DVD lol. It's pretty confusing to see Top's sudden change without the context that the deleted scenes could have given us.
12. Well, will you look at that - Ray making some mature decisions. Growth! 😊
13. <Me during the first question of the pub quiz> CANBERRA!!! Aussie residents represent! 😅😅 <Also me when they asked what is the capital of Brazil> BRASILIA!!!! (memories of the original I Know What You Did Last Summer creeps up lol).
14. Well, Boeing is pretty successful getting on Mew's nerves lol
15. Kinky head is a loveable and apt name for Mark though. 😄
16. The ghost of Boston just haunts poor Nick. Is Boston doing this because he is finally regretful or he just feels lonely with everyone leaving him?
17. Too sweet, Ray. Too effing sweet lol. 😅😅😅 Although, I have this ugly thought that Ray would end up dead by the end of this series.
18. I guess Boeing also just wants to see Top's (and Mew's) world burn 😂😂😂
19. There are still too many bottles of alcohol left on that shelf though 😭😭😭😭😭 Also, what is the deal with Sand and Ray's dad???
20. Oh, no. Sand. Well, if we are being honest, Ray had treated Sand like he is dispensable. He even called Sand "whore" - twice. However, Ray is deluding himself if he truly thinks that Sand did everything for money. Sand has already walked away. Ray was the one who chased after him.
21. Again, Mew is irritating me. He can break with Top cleanly. Instead, he chose to stay with somebody he clearly distrusts. Then proceed to play these useless games. It's all a waste of time, imo. Although, Top put himself in this position. By gods, at this point, Top and Mew truly deserve each other lol. 😂😂😂
22. I didn't expect to feel for Boston, but gods damn 😅. If Boston pulls through this and really repents, Boston and Nick might turn into the healthiest couple in this series. WTF. 😑
23. Well, it turns out, Ray's dad do care. What's with this series hitting me with all the feels 😭😭😭 First, it was Boston and Nick. Now, Ray. But really, Ray should work on himself before he goes and chases Sand. Again.
My irritation for Mew has reached new heights. Never thought I would ever symphatise with Boston, yet here we are. Also, Boeing (Mond, I still love you), please get back where you came from lol. I don't think he'll cause that much problem between Sand and Ray though. Arrrrgh! We are nearing the finale! But first, the dreaded episode 11 😓
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!cussing, gay jokes and sibling fights!
At the hospital, Mark was currently getting his heels wrapped. Luckily from his stupidity from jumping off a lamp post. He didn't need to have surgery or get casts. The only thing he had to do was keep his heels wrapped and use crutches. "Now Mark, you will need 6-8 weeks to heal. For the first 3 weeks you will have to use the crutches. After you heal, we will decide if you will need physical therapy or not." The doctor explained. Mark nodded softly as he listened. Great, this is fucking perfect. He thought to himself. He sighed some. He was glad that Anne and Tom were there with him. Anne was worried about her brother. How could he be so stupid to just jump off the pole? Was he really trying to impress Tom that much? God he was such a freak. Tom, on the other hand was glad Mark was going to be alright.
"Alright, now Mark. Do you have anywhere you could possibly stay for the next few weeks? I need to keep an eye on your heel before I take off the braces. But you'll have to still use the crutches." The doctor explained as he looked at the other. Mark looked over at his sister and Tom before looking back at the doctor. "I mean..yeah, it'd just be an half an hour drive from CSU to here. I'd just have to find someone that's willing to take me every week. I'll be there until sometime in July."
"You could stay with me. I have plenty of room. I can take you to your appointments and college too. I'll have to settle it with my parents, but it wouldn't bother me." Tom chimed in with an offer. Maybe it seemed a bit pushy, but honestly it would give both of them an excuse to hangout. Plus what else would he be able to do for most of the summer? This would be a great opportunity for him to get to know the older boy too. He wasn't too sure how his parents would react to it, but fuck what they have to say. He would just have to worry about Kari telling them. She probably wouldn't since her and Tom were pretty close.
Mark thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why the hell not?" He said with a smile as he looked at the younger male. Tom smiled more, feeling butterflies in his stomach. This was going to be the best summer ever.
Timeskip - June 8th, '92 10:30 AM
Tom and Mark were currently in the kitchen, getting themselves some breakfast. After the past few days, the boys have gotten to know each other better. Kari and Shon have met him and they seem to like him, which made Tom happy. Kari may or may not have a crush on Mark. She'd always blush whenever he was around her. Could you blame her though!? Mark was an attractive guy. Tom's parents were supposed to be coming home today..and they still have no idea Mark is there. This will either end up being a shit show or they'll actually let Mark stay.
Tom was wearing Mark's 'Atticus' shirt that he'd let him borrow and dark grey sweatpants. Meanwhile, Mark was shirtless and in red flannel pants. Tom laughed as he looked over at Mark. "You look so gay with that one nipple piercing" he joked. Mark rolled his eyes playfully. "It's not my fault! What if I only wanted one hmm? And what about you? Why are your ears double pierced? And why do you have your eyebrow pierced?" He joked back, playfully hitting him in the arm.
The younger male laughed a little more. "Because, Mark they look cool! You're just jealous. It's very clear that I'm the cooler one." He said, soon getting an idea. Since they were making pancakes, he put some of the batter on his finger. He then wiped it on Mark's shoulder, laughing a bit. "Man, what the hell!" Mark said before doing the same thing to his friend. He smeared batter on his face as he laughed. He was leaned against the counter since he didn't have his crutches with him. He just trusted Tom with his life when they'd go downstairs. "Damnit, Hoppus! You're lucky you're a paraplegic or I'd chase you around." He warned, getting more batter and smearing it on Mark's chest.
Mark rolled his eyes before carefully getting closer to the taller male. He grabbed some batter, smearing it from Tom's hair, down to his cheek and ending at his neck. This made Tom feel butterflies again. A light pink blush came across his cheeks. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he liked it. Why does he make me feel this way? I've never felt this way before. Tom thought to himself. Mark noticed the blush and smiled a bit more. He thought it was sort of cute. As this was going on, Kari had made her way downstairs. She was wearing a burgundy sweatshirt with her jeans. She saw the two, raising her eyebrow. She then cleared her throat. This caused Mark to jump and almost fall. Luckily, he was caught by Tom. The boys glanced at each other, causing one another to blush.
"Sorry I ruined your guys "gay" moment you were having, but I'm hungry. Is the food almost done? Also..hi, Mark." Kari said, smiling as she looked at her crush. "There's some pancakes done. We need to go get ourselves cleaned off." Tom said, helping Mark back up. He noticed his sister eyeing the older male up and down. "Kari, stop daydreaming about your crush. You're literally going to drool." He joked, chuckling a little. Kari rolled her eyes before she made her way over to get herself some food. "Tom, why can't Mark just stay in my room? Why does he have to stay in yours?" She asked. Tom raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. "Uhmm maybe because you're literally 15 and he's fucking 20. Plus mom and dad would murder you and him if they'd find that out." He said, watching as she turned to look at him. "You're 16 almost 17! What the hell is the difference?!"
"I met him first and he's my friend, plus I am closer to 18 than you are! So end of discussion! Now eat your pancakes and quit bitching at me." He said as she rolled her eyes. "Teenagers" he said, making Mark laugh.
Once the boys were cleaned off and Tom changed his shirt. They began to eat. They sat across from each other as Kari, of course, sat beside Mark. She complimented him on his nipple piercing and his ear piercings. "Mark, you should totally come to homecoming with me this year." She commented, blushing a bit. Tom gave her an unassuming look. "Kari, no."
Mark gave her a reassuring smile shaking his head softly. "I'm sorry, Kari I don't think I can. I'll have to go back to college..well maybe if I still enjoy it." Kari rolled her eyes at her older brother before sighing. "Fine..what are you even going to college for anyway?" She asked. "I might become an English teacher..but we shall see." He spoke before taking a bite of his pancakes. "That's cool I guess" she commented.
Meanwhile Tom grabbed the whipped cream, smirking a bit. He got up, hiding the can behind his back. He walked his way over to his sister as her and Mark chatted. He then sprayed whipped cream into his hand. Quickly, he shoved it in her face, making her gasp and Mark laugh. "TOM!" she said, whipping the cream off her face. Soon, she got up and began to chase Tom around the house. Mark watched, laughing. He enjoyed his time here and he was sure this summer was going to be great.
A/N; I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
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Saint Valentine
summary: After bumping into each other on a particularly bad valentines day for Steve, he and Eddie find they keep missing each other, until Eddie finally learns to stay still.
You can also read it here on ao3.
For @conversationswithamillennial
Valentine’s Day 1997
Steve is going to get his ears pierced. He’s thinking about doing something drastic with his hair. In fact he’s even started itching for a tattoo. He is decidedly not having a post break-up breakdown thank you very much. He just wanted to do it. He always wanted to see how he’d look. The fact he just got out of a 6 year relationship was only somewhat part of it. In that Derek was never a fan of piercings or tattoos or alternative scenes. And god knows Steve has never been in a relationship that didn’t result in him changing parts of himself at the very least. Self loathing and becoming a ghost of his former self at its worst. But that wasn’t Derek. Derek was a good kind man - he never intended to be controlling it was just that Steve wasn’t self assured enough to be whatever version of himself was the real version. Robin blames Carl for that. The first boyfriend after Steve had figured himself out - the compulsory heterosexuality addressed and the big gay elephant in the room finally acknowledged. Carl must’ve seen it - the nervousness of a man only just coming into the world - the reality of insecurities and neurosis that comes with losing your family and recognising the monsters within.
He was far too easy to manipulate - far too easy to keep small and quiet. And Carl kept him small, because it suited him. He could flit in and out of Steve's life, make him feel special and important and loved and then strip it all away and leave Robin with the crumbling mess of tears and self hatred that Steve would become. Every time Carl came back Robin pleaded with Steve to see sense but he never could. Carl had a power over him. It was ugly.
But that had been over for years, and Robin had actually liked Derek, everyone could see they had a future together.
Until Valentine’s Day 1997, when Steve had proposed over breakfast and Derek had replied “I’m moving to Montreal. I’ve met someone.” The excessive business trips suddenly making sense.
So there Steve found himself, 6 hours later - afraid to go back to the apartment and find Derek packing or have to have some kind of conversation about custody of the cat or how they could still be friends - he went instead to a piercing shop. It was a small place in downtown San Fran that he had gone to a few times with Robin, to hold her hand while she pretended it didn’t hurt. Though his hand was almost broken by the time they would leave so he was pretty sure she was bluffing.
He arrived at the peircing shop knowing only that he wanted as many holes in his body as possible.
“Hey man can I get like 3 helix piercings and a conch and my left lobe and do you think you could do my eyebrow as well?” He stuttered out, the adrenaline that brought him there still pounding around his body.
“Are these your first piercings?” The guy replied, his face filled with ink and metal, his eyes filled with judgement and boredom.
“Yeah?” Steve replied, uncertain where his answer would lead him, concerned that his pent up energy was seeping through his feet and down out of the scratched up floorboards.
“Its probably best not to go all out first time in case your body doesn’t react well.” The guy said, leaning against the desk, inspecting Steve’s face, looking for something, Steve didn’t know what.
“Okay..” Steve sighed. “How about right helix and left lobe?”
“Yeah alright.” The guy nodded, slumping down in his chair and pulling a piece of paper out of his desk drawer. “Fill out this form.”
Hearing the voice of an old friend was always a strange thing to Steve, given that he had moved so far from his hometown. There was nothing in the world that made him want to stay in Hawkins, not after everything. So he and Robin fled to the opposite side of the country and didn’t look back. Neither had any kind of relationship with their parents - and their old friends had all moved on. The only time he had ever gone back there was for Dustin’s 21st birthday. It was the last time too, he had heard the voice of the old friend, who was currently calling his name, while he had a needle through his ear, trying to keep his eyes from watering.
“Steve Harrington ?!”
His eyes flitted open. Sure he hadn’t heard the man’s voice in person in years, but he heard his rough rasps crooning out from the radio a fair few times a day, after the success of his latest single. “Eddie?” He said. The piercer didn’t move, didn’t stop, just jammed another needle right through his cartlidge. An involuntary whine left his mouth. His face flushed red immediately, the feeling of the heat prickling against his skin making him all the more embarrassed. Eddie stayed leant against the doorframe. “I was wondering if you were still living in SF. Thought about giving you a call but…”
The piercer finished up and moved away, her eyes flitting quickly over to Eddie, she did a double take before hastily giving Steve the after care form and letting Steve go. “Yeah, never moved.” Steve said. “I’m basically still living with Robin too, I’m there enough.” He continued though he wasn’t entirely sure if Eddie even knew they had lived together in the first place.
The two boys walked out of the studio stopping just outside, awkwardly assessing whether they were both going to be walking the same way, instead they stayed where they were, leant against the graffiti'd brick wall, took out cigarettes to explain away the fact they were both eager to remain in each others presence for a moment longer than necessary. “So what brings you here?” Steve said.
“To the tattoo studio or to San Fran?”
“Well I guess both.”
“On tour - got a show here tonight. I’ve been wanting to get something done by this artist since forever - you know he tattooed James Hetfield - never really made it out to this side of the country though - every time he had a guest spot in NYC I would be out of town. Frustrating. Anyway finally I get here and figure its a weekday afternoon and I may as well check if they have walk in space.”
“Did they?”
Eddie pulls up his sleeve to show a fresh snake tattoo looping around his right forearm.
“Oh awesome.” Steve says doesn’t really know if they had intended to be having a full blown conversation. How long does one catch up with an old friend? - an old acquaintance really. The silence between them felt heavy, he shifted against the wall, his shoulder edging away from the wall, as if to begin to walk away, he stopped himself instead asked: “Did it hurt?”
Eddie shrugs cigarette between his lips. Then smiles at himself “Like a bitch. But don’t let that get out, I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Quite the reputation too. I can’t get through a day without hearing you on the radio.” Feels weird saying it aloud, makes him feel like a stalker. Decides he needs to restore balance, adds a bitchy comment: “I’ve considered buying ear plugs.”
Eddie nudged him with his elbow, taking the jab lightly, thankfully. “Ouch.” He said. “Well you aren’t my target demographic anyway.” Eddie added. “Though with those new peircing’s maybe you could be.”
“I think I could be uh..” Steve searches for the word. “Punk?”
“Oh no Harrington, major faux pas. Metal and punk is not the same. If we didn’t share trauma and scars I’d have to deck you over that.”
Steve blinked at the threat, knew it was a joke, wondered why Eddie was so comfortable with him. Relative strangers at this point. He laughs a jolt of laughter into the air, smoke jumping from his throat with it.
“You think you’re tough now Munson?”
“Hm not really. But the murder allegations leaked to the press last year. It only increased our following. Metal heads love that shit.”
“I’m sure they do.” Steve said, wondering when the appropriate time was to cut the conversation short. Wondering why he would even want to do that when there was only awkward conversations and heartbreak waiting for him at home.
“You should come to the show tonight. I’ll get you in backstage.”
“Really? You’d do that.”
“Sure we are friends right?”
“I haven’t seen you in 7 years.”
“No pressure.” Eddie said. “ I didn’t mean to be…I don’t know I lost touch with a lot of people. I didn’t intend to.”
Steve nods - doesn’t say it, but the sentiment is clear - the regret of never reaching out.
“If you are free…” Eddie said. “This is the address.” He wrote the name of the venue on Steves hand. “Go to the back door and ask for Angie - she’ll let you in.”
“Um. Yeh. I’ll - thanks I’ll think about it.”
“7pm. By the way.” Eddie calls back as he walks toward the road, signalling for a taxi.
“Uh huh.” Steve nods, treading his cigarette butt into the ground.
-
Brandy mewed and purred trotting over to the door as Robin let Steve in, jumping immediately onto his shoulder to rub against his head.
“She hates me.” Robin said, closing the door behind him, making their way to the kitchen where Robin was making tea. “How are you doing?” She asked, she knew of course about the break up, she was the first person Steve had called that morning. It hadn’t even occurred to her Derek would say no, she had answered by saying “Was he surprised?” To which he replied.
“I was actually more surprised. He’s been cheating on me.”
“Oh shit.”
“Don’t let him pick up Brandy, I will not let her become an EXPAT.”
“What?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“It’s later.” Robin continued.
“Yeah well.” He sat down at the breakfast bar, taking the herbal tea she had made him.
“Chamomile.” She said. “I figured you’d need it.”
“Huh. Thanks.” He replied. “ Yeah, he’s moving to Canada with this other guy, I guess. He said he was intending to call it off after the first time. Gave me all these details about how he justified it to himself. How he couldn’t help it. That he’s only human. Well fuck that. You know who else is human? Me. Fucking me. And I didn’t cheat not ever, even when he was away for a month, you remember, I didn’t look elsewhere I used my hand and a couple magazines like everyone else but god fucking damn him he was fucking someone else the whole time. And now I have to get tested. He assured me he used condoms with this guy but how can I trust him.”
“Jesus Christ what a piece of work.”
“Tell me about it.” Steve said. “ I don’t know. Maybe it’s a good thing. I mean I haven’t been properly single since I came out. Maybe it’s time for me to figure myself out.”
Robin nodded. “That explains the piercings. Bit late for the teenage rebellion, don’t you think?”
“Or a bit early for a mid-life crisis?” Steve said helping himself to a satsuma from Robin’s fruit bowl. Brandy perked up in his lap as he peeled it. He batted her away as she tried to grab for a segment. “No you’ll die.” He sighed.
“I don’t know.” Robin teases, ignoring his conversation with his cat. “You did just turn thirty.”
“Hmm thanks for reminding me. Though I do hope to live past 60. My great grandma is nearing a hundred and still kicking.”
“So you say.”
“So I say, so my mother says, so my grandfather translates because we are all too lazy to learn Italian and she’s too stubborn to learn English.”
“Macché!” Robin said.
“Yeah… No clue babe.”
“Well they look good. By the way. The piercings.”
“Mm.” Steve hummed, as he swallowed the satsuma. “I forgot to say - guess who I saw in the piercing shop?”
“Uh…Carl?” Robin.
“Oh god no, Jesus can you imagine? No Eddie.”
“Munson?”
Steve nodded.
“Oh shit yeah he has a concert here tonight, right?” Robin asked.
“Yeah and he fucking invited me.”
“That’s so exciting!”.
“You don’t actually think I should go?” Steve asked.
“Of course you should go, its Eddie!”
“I haven’t spoken to him in years though isn’t it awkward? He was probably just being nice.”
“Eddie doesn’t know how to just be nice, he says what he thinks when he thinks it, you know that.”
“Why would I know that?”
“Steve. I know its been years but the connection we had with everyone back then, that doesn’t go away. Plus I know you have a crush on him. You never stop humming those songs of his”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I just got broken up with.”
“All the more reason. So did he.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“Because. I talk to him, on the phone, quite frequently.”
“I didn’t know we still talked to people from back home.”
“We don’t. But I do. The past couple years at least.”
“Well..”
“He asks about you.” Robin interjected.
“He does?”
“He does. Probably thinks we still live together. As far as he’s aware you’ve been in touch - by proxy. Go to his fucking concert. Talk to him. You need more friends, I can’t be your sole cat sitter when Derek’s in Canada.”
Steve rolled his eyes, took a sip of his tea and looked down at Brandy who was padding at his thigh.
“What would I even wear?”
Robin grinned at him.
-
Robin delighted in her creation, Steve standing in front of her bathroom mirror in one of her black tank tops applying her pencil eyeliner to his waterline.
“You better not have pink eye.” He said.
“Hey you're the one too pussy to go to your apartment and get your own stuff.”
“Broken up with. 8 hours ago.” Steve said.
Robin threw her hands up in surrender. “Yeah you’re right you’re right, you get a pass.”
“I get a hundred passes. At least.”
By the time Steve was ready to go he was, despite the rolling of Robin’s eyes, desperate for a cigarette.
“Make sure your whole head is out that window, dingus.” She said.
Steve nodded, before a hand was grabbing his arm as it moved to bring the lighter up to the cigarette in his mouth. “Not a chance.”
“Tina!” Steve said, dropping his hand, taking the unlit cigarette from him mouth. “Didn’t Robin tell you, I have a heartbreak pass?!”
“She did, but you don’t. These curtains were expensive and I don’t need them stinking of tobacco.”
“Fine.” He said. “I’ll just smoke outside while I wait for the taxi.” He pulled his shoes on, watching as Robin climbed onto Tina's lap and kissed her on the cheek. “You girls okay looking after Brandy for a bit longer?”
“Mhm.” Tina nodded. “She’s my baby.” She said as Brandy rubbed against her shins.
“She’s my enemy.” Robin added. “She knocked over the mug I made for Tina in that pottery class.”
“She was doing you a favor.” Steve laughed, winking at Tina. “All right I should go.” He said dodging out of the way of the cushion Robin threw at him. He stopped right before he reached the door.
“Hold on, is it cold out? Will I need a jacket?”
Tina rolled her eyes, chucking the leather jacket she had been wearing over at him.
“Don’t get anything gross on it.” She said.
“I just got broken up with.” He retorted.
“Yeah.” Tina sighed. “Exactly.”
-
Steve couldn’t help but feel important, walking past the queue of people lining the street outside, leaning over to the guard by the back door and with only a few words having the door opened for him, and being ushered inside.
But Angie didn’t tell him which door was Eddie’s or which direction he ought to go and the superiority he had felt at being allowed inside diminished into a small scared ball at the pit of his stomach wondering why he was even there in the first place. Luckily, Eddie was walking out of the bathroom as he passed the door. From the leather pants Steve could tell he was already in his stage outfit, but he had pulled on a bottle green sweatshirt over the top that looked uncannily like the Hawkins High apparel.
“Harrington you made it!” He pulled Steve into a hug. “You look lost.”
“Yeah…” Steve chuckled. “Uh yeah. I was I guess. I don’t really know what -“
Eddie looked bemused. “Come with me.” He turned heel and skipped to the end of the corridor, looking back to check Steve was tailing behind, before opening a door. It was plain white painted with a silver handle, the same as every other door in the corridor, bar the bathroom. Not even a sign or anyway to tell where it led. How was he ever supposed to find that?
“Welcome to my humble abode.” Eddie said, bowing as he swung the door open for Steve. God, had Eddie managed to get weirder? “Would you like a drink sir Harrington.” He spoke in a very bad British accent.
Steve chortled. “Sure thing Munson, you freak.”
“Oh hoho the bitch is back.” Eddie laughed as he poured himself and Steve a whisky. “This whisky costs more than your car.” He said.
“I actually don’t have a car.” Steve admitted, taking the glass Eddie offered. “So that’s not hard to beat.”
Eddie frowned. “Seriously? Wasn’t that your USP in high school? Harrington feels up girls in the back of his Beamer?”
“Ha okay, first of all, I didn’t feel them up, that sounds creepy. Secondly, that’s kind of the point, don’t need a car when you aren’t trying to impress girls anymore. Also kinda pointless, when you live a walkable distance from work and your friends and can borrow your boyfriends car when you have to.”
Eddie swallowed, nodding slowly. “So did he drive you here, this boyfriend?”
Steve sat down, huffed slightly, regretted everything he had said thus far that had bought him to the topic of Derek so quickly.
“No. No.” He said. “Got a taxi.” Not yet drunk enough to disclose why.
Eddie nodded, the silence settled between them, he knocked back the whisky. Steve did the same. “So…you nervous?” Steve asked.
“What?”
“Like, for the concert?”
“Oh.” Eddie laughed. “No no. Yeah a bit. I mean normal amount of oh shit don’t fuck up nerves but, I don’t know, just another day in the office these days.”
“Pretty crazy office.”
“Yeah it is.”
A warmth settled in Steve’s stomach with the whisky, he began to relax. “You speak to Dustin much these days?”
Eddie nodded “Yeah, yeah that kids going places man it’s crazy.”
“Say’s you.” Steve laughed.
A warm smile slid across Eddie’s face, a tinge of pink in his cheeks. “Yeah.” He took a sip of his drink. “So…sorry I should know - what do you do for work?”
"Oh um" Steve placed down his glass. “I work with foster kids - sort of mid-way between social worker and carer - I work with the social workers who obviously deal with more of the admin side and the legal stuff - I basically spend time with the kids and see how they are and make sure they’re settling into the care home or their foster home or see if they want to go back with their parents and if it's a good idea.”
“Still a babysitter then?” Eddie smiled.
“Yeah, still the goddamn babysitter,”
“That’s admirable though, sounds like something you’d be good at. You know I was in care for a bit so - would have been nice if someone like you was around. Back then I mean.”
“Yeah? Yeah I like it, feels good. And I help a lot of kids you know?”
“Your boyfriends a lucky man.” Eddie said.
“Is that so?” Steve laughed.
“Yeah jeez, I can’t seem to find a decent guy let alone one who cares about anyone other than himself.”
"Hmm." Steve hummed into his glass. “Robin said you went through a break up recently?”
“Oh she did? Yeah. I mean it was a month ago now but still fresh. I don’t know.” Eddie said, looking up at Steve. There was a look, that doe eyed sparkle in his eyes, the softness of his mouth, the way he never seemed to falter even when he was saying the most poignant things. Almost like it didn’t make a difference to him, words were just words. But they still poured out of him like honey. “Steve, to be honest I-“ They were interrupted by the door swinging open behind Eddie. A stage manager wearing all black and an oversized headset stood impatiently in the doorframe.
“You're on Eddie, let’s go.”
Eddie pulled off his sweater to reveal a long sleeve fishnet shirt and a leather studded vest on top. Steves eyes couldnt help but dance over his torso, at the plethora of new tattoos since he'd seen him last. Or since hed seen his torso at least.
"You're staring, Harrington." Eddie said.
"You look uh..good." Steve replied.
Eddie smiled. "Come on," he reached out his hand for Steve to take. " You can watch from the wings."
God, if Robin wasn't right about his crush on Eddie before, watching him on stage really solidified it. And it felt kind of wrong, because he was, despite himself, in love with Derek. And though he had managed to hold it back all day, perhaps it was because of the music or the thumping bass that vibrated through his body, Steve finally began to cry.
And maybe it was the emotions or maybe it was alcohol he had drank to subdue them, but as soon as Eddie got off stage Steve couldn’t stop himself asking:
"Do you want to fuck?"
Eddie huffed in shock, wiping a towel over his head from the sweat that had gathered there on stage, a grin curling across his lips. "Uh. You have a boyfriend."
Steve shook his head. "We broke up this morning." He stepped back, ran his hand through his hair. " Listen its a bad idea obviously, but you're hot and I want to fuck him out of my system. Plus whats the likelihood of seeing each other again?"
Eddie bit his lip thought for a second, the adrenaline from performing still coursing through his body. "Fuck sake Harrington. Of course I want to fuck you. Why else would I invite you here?"
"Great."
"But you have to host." Eddie said. " You may think getting a number 1 on the rock charts and selling out venues across the country is glamorous but I share a hotel room with my band."
"Right. Yeah I can host." Steve said. If he was more sober he might have worried about seeing Derek. As it goes he was inebriated enough to not give a shit.
-
Steve fumbled with the light switch as Eddie pushed him up against the wall, their mouths smashing together, Steve’s hands reaching into Eddie’s hair, eagerly gripping onto the man to pull him closer.
“Steve.” Derek was standing in the bedroom door frame.
Eddie untangled himself from Steve, leant against the wall beside him, eying the man in front of them.
“Why are you still here?" Steve spat, his voice aggressive, his mannerisms anything but. He seemed to fold into himself, keep his eyes on the ground.
“I was waiting for you to come home - I - I didn’t want to leave without talking to you properly.”
“I don’t want to talk to you Derek. I want to have sex with my friend and forget about you forever.”
“Steve.” Eddie said beside him, his voice soft. “I should leave.”
Steve looked over at Eddie, he wanted to say no don’t go, stay. But he also knew he too wanted to talk to Derek, if he was honest with himself. Because no matter the circumstances, losing someone you loved for 6 years isn’t easy, and goodbye’s are worth having, even if they’re hard.
“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Keep in touch.”
Eddie nodded and headed out, only lingering by the door long enough to hear Derek say “Was that the singer Eddie Munson?”
-
It was only months before the next time Steve saw Eddie. Eddie had taken heed of the request Steve had made before he left and kept in touch. Not often, but they exchanged phonecalls every few weeks, normally through Robin who was good at keeping in touch with everyone and passed the phone over to Steve when he was at her apartment, which had increased in frequency since Derek’s departure.
“Eddie’s coming over.” Robin said, over coffee. “Tomorrow.”
“To yours?”
She nodded.
“Is he in town for a show?”
She shook her head, putting her coffee down. “He’s finished his tour he just wanted to visit.”
“Oh.” Steve said. “Nice. Nice, it will be good to see him.”
“Mhm.” Robin said, eyeing Steve over her coffee. “You gonna try and fuck him again?”
“Oh shut up.” Steve rolled his eyes.
“Well if you do. Go to your own apartment.” Robin said.
-
Steve didn’t want to admit that he was expecting to pick up where they left off. Not to himself or to anyone. Because he didn’t want to seem desperate. It felt okay to just say ‘let’s fuck’ when you had had a rough day. But that kind of gall definitely didn’t live in him without the right kind of motivation. But it didn’t mean he didn’t prepare to be having sex that evening, just tucked that information away. It was a just in case situation. He wasn’t expecting sex of course, it was nice to just have a friend in Eddie. And if he had started thinking about him more and more since Derek had moved out, if he had bought tapes of all of Eddie’s albums and listened to them on repeat, if he had felt himself get shy and giggly every time he spoke to Eddie on the phone - well that was just details.
Eddie arrived while Robin and Tina were still out at work. Leaving Steve with the responsibility of letting Eddie in.
“Is this Brandy?” Eddie asked, nodding at the cat that was laying in Steve’s arms like a baby.
“Yes she's extremely spoiled.” Steve responded, letting Eddie in.
“You’re so gay.” Eddie replied.
“No way.” Steve exclaimed, shutting the door behind Eddie. “Are you serious? I’m gay? Big news.”
Eddie put his stuff down and started taking his shoes off. “You can be sarcastic all you want but if you told 19 year old me that Steve Harrington ends up gay I’d think I lost my mind.”
“Oh I kept it buried deeeeeep inside.” Steve let Brandy climb up onto his shoulder.
“Not the only thing you kept deep inside.” Eddie joked.
Steve felt his face flush pink, opened his mouth to say something, instead let out a ‘Hmmm aaaahh. You want a drink?”
“Great segue. Yeah can I just get a water actually?”
Steve nodded, put Brandy down and disappeared into the kitchen to get some drinks.
-
“So did you see my SNL performance?” Eddie asked. They were sat out on the balcony, enjoying the first creepings of heat at the end of spring. Eddie smoked, Steve said he was quitting but took a few drags anyway.
“Yeah you were great. Getting introduced by Pamela Anderson too. Holy shit.”
“She’s super nice too.” Eddie said. “Too bad she’s married.”
“Oh yeah because you’d have the guts to hit on her."
“I might. If I hadn’t quit drinking at least.”
“Sure you would.” Steve laughed.
“I had the guts to kiss you didn’t I?"
Steve passed the cigarette back to Eddie, their hands brushing.
“Would you have the guts to kiss me again?”
Eddie grinned. “Finally.”
They were lying on the couch, hands in each other's hair, tongues in eachothers mouths when Robin and Tina came home. Robin’s initial excited ‘Heeeeeellllooooooo” turned quickly into a “No! Steve! Eddie! Get a room!”
Eddie jumped up. “Robin! Tina!” Pulling them into a hug.
“If you guys are going to hook up go over to Steve’s please.” She said.
Eddie tutted. “We just go sidetracked. I’m here to spend time with you all.”
“Hmm. Good. I was thinking we could go to that new Thai place for dinner.” Robin said.
“It’s like crazy hard to get a reservation but my friend works there, can get us in.” Tina added.
“Sounds good.” Steve said.
“Sounds amazing.” Eddie added.
It was amazing. The food was delicious, the ambience was calming but there was enough chatter about the place that it felt comfortable, where they didn't feel the need to awkwardly whisper or suppress their laughter. Eddie got recognised a couple times, asked for an autograph once and Steve couldn’t stop staring at the way he interacted with his fans. Couldn’t believe that the man who used to spend his recess sitting in corridors quoting Lord of the Rings and whispering to himself in class while doodling wizards and orcs all over his textbooks - was now this cool famous guy. Like okay maybe he still wasn’t cool but fame is just international popularity and high school Eddie was anything but. And he handled it so well, better than King Steve had managed his short lived reign of high school. And worst of all, Steve just couldn’t stop thinking about fucking that nerd.
And when the girls were distracted by their own conversation Eddie slid his hand under the table and squeezed Steve's thigh with a wink. Steve almost knocked the table over, the way he jumped. The girls immediately shooting suspicious looks over at them. But the suspicion didn't last, when Eddie said "So where are the best clubs, round here?"
They ended up in a gay club (obviously) - one that was super exclusive and often frequented by celebrities. Robin and Steve had been waiting for an excuse to convince Eddie to go with them, given that he was their only ticket into the club. And it was just as incredible as they had always imagined. It was also almost impossible to keep Robin tethered to her chair to avoid her embarrassing herself in front of Queen Latifah who was trying to innocently get a drink when Robin, beet red and shaking, asked for her autograph. At that point Robin, who said she could die happy, wanted to go home and Tina, who didn’t like the Thai food, was hungry and so they left the club.
“You don’t want to leave yet do you?” Eddie asked.
“Not a chance Eddie. They’re playing ABBA” Steve said, dragging Eddie to the dance floor, admiring the way the lights looked splashed across his face.
Steve hadn’t ever been to a club sober before. In fact he hadn't been to a club in years. Normally he would be in bed by 9pm these days. But there, with Eddie staring into his soul with those big brown eyes there was nothing he wanted more than to just keep dancing. The hands that Eddie ran down Steve waist as they danced only inspiring him to stay awake longer. Eventually, both sweaty and with cracked voices from screaming along to the songs (despite the fact Eddie said the music was the ‘most ridiculous pop trash I’ve ever heard’) they found themselves in the stairwell, Eddie’s hands creeping under Steve’s shirt, tracing the lines of his scars beneath his fingertips.
“Come back to mine.” Steve whispered into Eddie’s skin as he kissed down his neck. As he spoke the lights came on above them, signalling the place was closing.
Eddie looked up at the light above, “What time does this place close?”
“5am? I think.” Steve looked at his watch. “Yeah, jeez that went fast.”
“Oh shit.”
“What?”
“My coach is at 5:30 I have to go.” Eddie pulled back.
“What? Nooo.” Steve whined, pulling Eddie back by his belt loops.
“I have to go baby. Don’t worry, I’ll call.” He slinked away.
“I’ll get you in bed some day Munson.” Steve called.
Eddie turned in the doorway, winked and disappeared into the dawn.
-
It was pride, the next time Eddie was in town. It's his first pride since publicly coming out, which meant he could publicly celebrate. It also meant he was invited to perform. Which was a very big deal. I mean generally he wasn't playing to crowds of people in neon outfits, short shorts and leather- well okay maybe not the leather- but the gist of it was what if they hated him? What if he wasn't the type of music they wanted? What if being gay wasn't enough to officially be part of gay culture?
"Eddie." Tina said, her hand on his shoulder as he sat on her kitchen stool. "Being gay is all you have to do to be loved by the gays. Stop fretting."
"But I am fretting."
"The metal scene isn't as straight as you think, you should know that more than anyone."
"Well I also know more than anyone thats it kinda is. You know how many homophobes started burning my tapes and tour merch after i came out."
"They weeded themselves out."
"Doesn't mean I don't have a specifc market."
"Lesbians." Robin interrupted. "Butch leather lesbians."
Eddie sat back for a minute. Took a breath. "Holy shit, you're right."
"Yeah. As per. Now move I need to get the waffle iron out of that cupboard." She shooed him from the kitchen, so he slumped over the back of the sofa, landing ungracefully in Steve's lap, his hair splayed over the armrest. Steve almost unconsciously began stroking it, like a primate picking out lice, the innate urge to groom your loved ones.
"You'll be fine, Eds. I spoke to all the San Fran gays and they promised they won't boo."
"Oh you know all the gays in San Fransisco?"
"Yeah what do you think I've been doing since Derek left? Or who do you think I've been doing?"
Eddie slapped him playfully on the arm, sat up too quickly, had to hold onto Steve's shoulder to ride out the head rush. "Well that gives me absolutely no reassurance. Don't you exclusively date liars?"
Steve shrugged. "I'm trying something new."
Eddie of course had nothing to worry about. The performance went great, and even those in the crowd who had no idea who he was, still seemed incredibly grateful at his outfit choice of tasselled leather chaps (over his jeans, I know what you are thinking) and not much else. Steve was also incredibly thankful, and chose to communicate his gratitude with his mouth, after finally getting Eddie back to his apartment later that evening. He had him pressed against his dresser, mouthing the stubble that lined Eddie’s jaw.
“God I bet all those guy out there wish they had you like this.” Steve groaned into Eddie’s neck.
“I’m all yours baby.” Eddie replied.
Steve nuzzled into Eddie’s ear. “Fucking finally.” He said as he began to sink to his knees. Only he didn’t make it to the ground, his pager beeping in his back pocket shocking him into standing up straight, so quickly his head hit into Eddie’s face with a thunk. Eddie’s hand flung to his face, his nose immediately spurting blood. Steve held the pager in his hand staring at the code displayed - his eyes darting between the pager screen and Eddie’s face.
“I’m so sorry.” He reached out and placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. "Are you okay? I really have to- do you need ice? I have to get this its an emergency. Do you need a kleenex? I’ll be just a moment to - I have to call -"
“Steve, calm down, take the call I’m-" He pinched the edge of his nose, hissing at the pain. “I’m fine.”
Steve returned to the bedroom five minutes later with a box of Kleenex and a worried look on his face. Eddie, who had made himself comfortable in Steve’s bedroom, was already holding tissues against his nose. “I found some in your top draw, next to some lotion and a butt plug. I wonder what you use these tissues for.”
“You little snoop.”
“My nose is bleeding because of your fat head so I felt I was entitled to a little snooping.” Eddie sat up straighter, his tone changing. “What’s going on?”
“I have to go.” Steve said.
“It’s bad, huh?”
“One of my kids - one of the kids I look after - she ran away from her foster parents place and …I think I know where she’ll have gone. I’m sorry.”
Eddie nodded. “Don’t apologise it’s - you go. I’ll just annoy Robin and Tina until my flight.”
Steve laughed pulling his shoes on, kissing Eddie on the cheek. “Let yourself out.”
Eddie sighed. “I’ll get you into bed one day, Harrington.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Steve huffed, waving as he left the apartment.
-
“What are you doing?”
“Hello? Eddie? That is no way to start a phone call.”
“Okay sorry. Hello Steve, it’s Eddie. Munson. How are you?”
“I’m good thank you, I’m actually making soup right now.”
“Wow your life is so exciting.”
“Sorry Mr Rockstar we can’t all spend our evenings snorting cocaine off half naked women.”
“Hey that was one time - I am sober now.”
“Yeah exactly, so maybe you should get into soup.”
“Sigh yeah okay Steve. Anyway I didn’t mean what are you doing now, I meant what are you doing for Christmas?”
“Same as usual, just gonna stay in San Fran.”
“Oh come on Steve. Not the same as usual, I know Robin’s visiting Tina’s family in Mexico. Don’t spend Christmas alone.”
“I won’t be alone, I have Brandy.”
“Goddammit Harrington, you’re depressing me. Come to Wayne’s with me.”
“No, no I couldn’t.”
“Please Steve, I want you to. Wayne has to work til midnight Christmas Eve anyway, so I’ll be bored out of my mind. You can bring Brandy too if you want, Wayne loves cats.”
“Hmm. She hates travelling. My neighbours probably wouldn’t mind taking her.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Yeah…yeah its a yes.”
“Nice.”
“Thank you Eddie, for the invite. Means a lot.”
-
Steve felt 19 years old again, sitting in his car outside that trailer. It wasn't technically the same trailer, the one he had pulled Eddie's lifeless body through an interdimensional hole in the ceiling. That trailer was stripped down to the bones and rebuilt. Wasn't even on the same plot of land, a couple hundred meters east. That land ended up cemented to within an inch of its life. They built a gas station on it. Regardless, the trailer sat in the trailer park, looking eerily identical. This was why he never came back to Hawkins. At least thats what he told himself. His lack of people to come back for only minor details.
There was a thwack on the roof, Steve jumped, crash landed right back into reality. Eddie was leaning against the car, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"I thought that was you. Why are you just sitting in your car like a creep?"
Steve bristled, pulled himself together, pushed the car door open slowly enough that Eddie had time to get out of the way.
"Just lost in thought."
"Good ones I hope." Eddie held out his hand, an offer to take Steve's bags. Steve shook his head, Eddie shrugged and skipped ahead, held the door open for Steve.
It smelt different. At least than memory served. Perhaps it was that Wayne had quit smoking, that Eddie wasn't ever there long enough to let his own habits sink into the furnishings.
Eddie motioned to the pull out bed. "We'll be out here. The bedrooms Waynes now so…"
"Yeah, yeah of course." Steve put his bags down by the sofa. "Should I take off my shoes?"
"Depends what you wanna do."
"What are the options?"
"We could go for a walk. You know…" He mimed smoking a joint. "Wayne doesn't like me doing it in the house."
"I could use a walk."
They returned to the trailer bleary eyed and shivering slightly from their shared inability to dress for the weather. "I have an excuse." Steve said. "I live in California now I'm not used to it. Whats your excuse East Coast?"
"My excuse is that I have an aesthetic to uphold."
"Slutty emo."
"Something like that."
Steve threw his shoes off and immediately tucked himself under the covers on the pull out bed, shuddering as he held the duvet over him.
"You wanna watch a movie?" Eddie asked puling on an old Hawkins High band hoodie Steve snorted at.
"Yeah sure, band geek." Eddie reached over Steve and slid his hands down the front of Steve's shirt. Steve jolted up pulling Eddie's cold hands off of him. "Horrible boy." He said. Eddie laughed, reaching for a VHS from the shelf above the TV.
"I think you're gonna hate this one." Eddie said.
Steve did hate it. It was a christmas movie, he'd give him that, but Jack Frost was not a feel good movie.
"That's the freakiest snowman I've ever seen I would molotov that guy in a heartbeat." Steve said.
As it turned out it didn't much matter that Steve didn't like the movie, having missed most of it after Eddie innocently brushed a hair out of Steve's face resulting in them aggressively making out on the creaky cot. That wasn’t the intention, that time, to actually try to sleep with one another. They had wanted only to not be alone over the holidays. And it felt rude, both of them technically being guests in Wayne's house. So when Wayne came home early, and Steve practically jumped across the room and out of Eddie’s arms, it wasn’t a disappointment to either of them, that they hadn’t managed to make it past first base.
“Good evening boys. Steve.” Wayne said.
“Hi, thanks for having me Mr Munson.” Steve said, still stood awkwardly at the end of the bed.
“I got let off early.” Wayne said. “Bought Chinese food.” He placed the bags on the side. “I wasn’t sure if you were vegetarian or nothing so I got a mix of everything.”
“I like everything.” Steve said.
“Mmm me too.” Eddie said climbing out of bed and rifling through the bag over Wayne's shoulder. He turned to Steve, shoving a prawn cracker in his mouth. "Shall we move the bed back against the wall so we can eat and watch TV."
Wayne grunted his approval while pulling plates and cutlery out of the cupboard. Steve got to work pushing the bed back, leaving space for the two of them to climb on top of it, but giving Wayne's armchair a clear view of the TV.
"Good?" Steve asked.
"Great." Eddie replied, before jumping onto the bed. "Now can you get me some food. Pleeeaaase."
"What do you want?" Steve asked edging around the bed toward the kitchen.
"Noodles and -"
"Don't humor him boy." Wayne interrupted, patting Steve on the shoulder as he passed him on his way to his armchair. "We can't let the fame get to his head. Get your own damn food." He kicked playfully at Eddie from where he was sitting, just a little too far away to reach him.
Eddie slinked into the kitchen, wrapped his arm around Steve's waist as he plated up, nuzzled into his neck, taking advantage of the fact Wayne was focused on flicking through the TV channels.
Steve couldn't help but lean back into the touch. Couldn't help but imagine a universe where he was Eddie's boyfriend, where they'd be doing the same thing, spending christmas together, stealing kisses behind Wayne's back, watching movies together as a family.
The warmth of the night spent comfortable together was enough to send Steve to sleep. He couldn’t tell you what they had been watching before he drifted off, doesn’t know if he had crawled beneath the bedding himself or if Wayne had gone to bed yet. But he woke up, later that night, eyes blinking slowly open as the TV flashed across the dark room.
“Eddie.” He said, reaching out into the dark.
“I’m here.” Eddie whispered. “Was just going for a piss if you must know.” Steve felt the bed wobble as Eddie climbed on, the mattress dipping and frame creaking as he got comfortable.
“Probably should have turned the TV off while I was up.” He said.
Steve’s arms snaked around Eddie’s waist. He wasn’t entirely sure he was entirely awake. He wasn’t entirely sure what inspired him to say it, as Eddie fidgeted slightly beside him.
“If you could just stay still for five minutes I think I could fall in love with you.” Steve said. Eddie didn’t reply. Steve wasn’t entirely sure he had said it aloud.
-
Eddie decided to stay still. For the next year at least.
Steve had gotten his first tattoo - a butterfly on his wrist - when he came home to see Robin (who always lets herself in) and Eddie (who Robin had let in).
“I didn’t know you were visiting.” Steve said, throwing his arms immediately around Eddie, pulling him into a tight hug.
“I’m not.” Eddie said, pulling back, holding Steve’s wrist gently, grinnning down at the dark ink pooling in the seran wrap. “You always manage to surprise me, Harrington.”
Steve pulled his hand away coyly. “Oh I uh…what do you mean you aren’t visiting?”
“I’m not visiting. I bought a place down the road.”
“Oh?” Steve resented himself for the grin that sat stubbornly on his face.
“Yeah.” Eddie said, reaching out again to look at Steve’s tattoo again. “I figured I ought to stay still for a while.”
Robin shrugged, said “Sorry I’m busy,” when Eddie asked.
“Busy doing what?”
“Anything but helping you unpack.”
“Just you and me then I guess.” Eddie said, thumping Steve gently on the chest in an uncharacteristic display of masculinity.
“Who said I would help?” Steve taunted, though it took only an elbow nudge and a suggestive grin for Steve to relent, crack a smile and nod, following Eddie out the door.
Eddie didn't have a lot of stuff. “Move around too much.” He shrugged. But Steve couldn’t take that “We are going to IKEA tomorrow okay?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Steve insisted. “Think of how good this place would look with a couple rugs, some plants, some nice fucking lighting.”
“Whatever you say man.” Eddie sighed, lifting a particularly heavy box onto the kitchen counter. “There’s still like three boxes in the van.”
“Yeah and they’re all nerd books.”
“Yeah well, that’s why I need your strong arms helping me.”
“My strong arms can help you.” Steve winked.
“No no stop that.”
Steve moved closer, crowding Eddie against the counter. “We moved the mattress in first though.” Steve whispered against Eddie’s neck.
Eddie threw his head back and sighed. “But we still have stuff to do.”
Steve kissed down Eddie’s neck. “Don’t you think we waited long enough?”
“You’re a bad influence, Harrington.”
Steve gently caressed Eddie’s jaw, pulled him into a passionate kiss, grinding his hip against Eddie. Eddie clinged to his back, eagerly pulling Steve closer, feeling the edge of the counter press into his back he didn’t care he just wanted more of Steve. But, leaving him breathless and eager, Steve stepped away from Eddie.
“No.” Steve said. “No you’re right. We ought to finish unpacking.” He moved halfway across the room before he felt a tug at his wrist, just above his new tattoo, and Eddie pulled him back into his arms. “You fucking tease, Steve.”
They made it, just about, to the mattress that sat in the centre of the bedroom. It was yet to be made, no bedsheet or covers, and the bedframe was still leaning against the wall in an unopened box. But they had waited long enough.
If it weren’t for the growing darkness beyond the curtainless windows, the men would have not noticed the time. Sweaty and half nude, a blanket pulled over them that smelt of dust retrieved from a box in the kitchen post coital, when the chill began to set in, Eddie leant over to reach his watch from the carpet where it lay discarded amongst his jewellery. Eddie laughed, his voice hoarse.
“Goddammit we know how to waste time.” He said. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” He said, showing the watch face to Steve, the minute hand ticking slowly past midnight.
Valentines Day 1999
“Happy one year anniversary baby.” Eddie said, crawling on top of the bed where Steve had just woken up. Eddie pushed the box, wrapped up with a bow, in front of Steve, who sat up and pulled his glasses on.
“I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
"Yes I did.” Eddie inisted. “You would have moped so bad if I didn’t.”
Steve grinned, pulling his hand through his hair, trying to neaten what the night had done to it. “Yeh well I did find you that rare Iron Maiden record that you insisted on opening early.”
“I had to find out if it was genuine or if you’d gotten ripped off!” Eddie retorted. “Anyway, go on, open it.” Eddie nodded toward the box in front of him, rocking slightly in excitement.
“What’s the ru-" Steve stopped. "Did the box just meow?"
Eddie grinned.
"You did not." Steve’s eyes grew wide.
"I did." Eddie nodded, restraining himself from jumping on the bed.
Steve finally opened the box and pulled out a black cat, a bright red bow tied around its neck.
"Watch out, she’s a scratcher." Eddie pulls up his sleeve, showing the scratches up his arm. "I thought about getting you a kitten but I knew you had an affection for strays."
Steve sighed lovingly as the cat curled up at his side.
"She's perfect.” Steve said. “I just hope her and Brandy get on"
“I think it’s Robin we have to worry about.”
#steddie Valentine’s fic exchange#steddie valentine's day fic exchange#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#gay steve harrington#bisexual eddie munson#rockstar eddie munson#stranger things#steve x eddie#valentines steddie
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Tangent number #3: aradia leaving sollux behind at the end of the candy epilogues was a terrible idea; consider this a part 2 to that arasol tangent I made about a month ago.
Basically, aradia left sollux on earth C when going with Alternate Calliope and Davebot to pursue Dirk. This completely threw out the perfect opportunity for them to interact more and develop their chemistry, but no. Apparently, Aradia suddenly doesn’t care about her closet friend! Later, when she talks with davebot about him, she doesn’t show any concern for him, thinking “oH hE’s PrObAbLy Ok” and “he found my wiles charming and irresistible” you left him stranded on a tall structure! is that okay to you? I just don’t understand why Aradia would suddenly not care about her (maybe) boyfriend. And since homestuck^2 probably won’t be finished in another 413 million years, we may never know what will happen between them!
In conclusion, Aradia leaving sollux behind was not cash money of her to do, and turned her into an ignorant and uncaring woman.
Thank you all for coming to my 2nd arasol ted talk
Yeah, Aradia in Homestuck^2 was awful. I can try to get that after the events of original Homestuck, she wants nothing to do with the cast and enjoy her life as a revived god tier to watch the sidelines (only briefly taking on Lord English for Tavros' sake because she cares about him too). But to leave the only guy that cares about you, who had MOURNED for you, had felt GUILTY for killing you even if he was brainwashed, who stood by your side to the point he also ignores his other friend KARKAT during events on the meteor both pre and post retcon, it is a kick in the balls for him.
If this is WhatPumpkin's subtle way to say she is now 'ghosting' Sollux, like she may had in Act 5 when being Equius' smoochbot, then it is just done in poor taste after all the shit she had set up to make sure her friends could continue the timeline. If it's suppose to parallel her and Davebot/Dave being awful people to leave their loved ones behind as they are both Time Players, then WhatPumpkin just admitted that Dave Strider, who should have been Karkat after Obama told him it was okay to be gay, is just an awful person as Aradia. Why should Karkat care about that asshole that left him?
All in all, Homestuck Epilogues and Homestuck^2 are shit. Andrew Hussie and WhatPumpkin suck for ruining these characters. Aradia and Sollux should not be subjected to this bullshit. Nobody in general should have to deal with this bullshit.
#AraSol#Aradia Megido#Sollux Captor#Homestuck#Homestuck^2#Homestuck2#HS2#Homestuck 2#HS^2#Homestuck Epilogues#Andrew Hussie#WhatPumpkin#What Pumpkin
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boy you were not rambling </3 do you have a background for val and/or nat? any accompanying stories/fics/arcs for them? do you have anything written for them you’d be open to sharing?
sorry for the questions lmao
I love the questions anon don’t worryyy
Tw for like child death and stuff. Generally a lot of murder and torture happens in both of their storylines, life is rough for them.
Val and Nat are part of a huge oc storyline I’ve been working on since I was like 11 lmao. And I’m always a ‘I don’t want to tell you for spoiler reasons’ mfer even though I know I’ll probably never write it lmao
Val and Nat are both the last remaining children of the gods Vitäädi (or Vitää) and Rya, who were all kind of killed when Rya found out via prophecy that someone of his blood was going to kill him one day, and he didn’t want that. I have some part of Rya that I’ve posted on here somewhere actually.
Val was the eldest son, the strongest. He wasn’t spared as much as he was too difficult to kill. Even when he was 14, not even a matured human let alone a matured god, and he was dragging the bodies of his brothers with him to try and give them the honour of being buried before their father could destroy every last remnant of them. But he wasn’t strong enough. He managed to keep hold of only his youngest sibling, and by a certain point, he knew that he couldn’t keep going with the baby, that Rya would get them both. And death at the hands of Val was a more gentle death than any Rya could offer. He drowned his baby sibling, crying tears of blood as he did it. He dug a grave with his nails until his fingers bled too, and made sure that his sibling was packed too firmly into the earth for Rya to find them.
He ended up slaughtering villages of humans to try and find something else to feel guiltier about. Instead, he ended up just scaring Rya off. He wondered how that worked, until the goddess of fate, who gave Rya the prophecy, warned Val of it too. Of course, Val, as the only remaining child of Rya (and a homosexual) realised he was the last of Rya’s bloodline, and figured out that he needed to get stronger to kill his father.
He earned himself the title of God of War and Bloodshed, by… warring and killing. He killed a lot of people in an attempt to get strong enough to kill his father, and eventually… he decided to kill the gods. Which causes the GodKiller storyline that I was making into a comic for a little while until I realised I can’t draw comics lmao. It culminates in him failing to kill his father, and almost dying.
Wherever his blood spills, flowers grow, so the god of Nature and medicine found him bleeding out and went ‘mmm that’s my husband right there’. He nursed him back to health, they fall inlove, it’s all very sweet, and… Rya’s bloodline continues. Because magic and the power of gay love.
Nat is the drowned baby. Except Val was 14 and didn’t quite know how to fully kill off a god, so they survived. And Rya took them back in, knowing he needed someone else to protect him from Val, someone Val wouldn’t want to hurt. And then… yeah years of torture until they submitted and complied, and then were just released into the world as a broken god. So obviously Nat went ‘im gonna kidnap people and force them to play a murderous game show…’ as the god of Games. And prioritised his death games over protecting Rya, so eventually got imprisoned.
Nat mostly just wanted reassurance that they weren’t weak for having been broken by what they went through. That someone else could understand that kind of trauma in the way they experienced it. Which isn’t an excuse lmao you can’t shoot someone for getting trivia wrong. But that’s… kind of the excuse that they use to get Val to spare them later on. That they’re both just broken people and they both killed to cope with it, so why is the way that Nat killed less justified?
I don’t have anything actually like written down aside from my poor attempt at making the GK storyline, but there’s a bunch of storylines and characters and I’d be happy to talk about any of it.
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Tell me about the crime fic
oh I love you so much for asking about this!! ok so 'be gay do crime' (this name is truly growing on me maybe ill just keep it) where do I even begin???
ok I think I will just start by writing some of my ideas for it and see where this goes...
right so one of the story lines I am most excited to write about, funnily enough, is Peter! I have so many ideas for him. first of all he has a mad scientist vibe in his lil poison making underground bunker lab. this guy has zero fear. like, there are no windows in this bunker. he is experimenting and creating new poisons. no fucks are given he is just down there living his best life. OH And his friendship with jamesss!!! god I am so excited about this it is so fucking intense but like in a very weird way. when I finish working on regulus's pov chapter and start working on peter's just know that I will be sending you extensive voice notes about them. (I don't want to say too much here because yknow, gotta keep some things a mystery). I will say though that I am very excited to write his childhood bits because the scene where he comes out as trans to James is so precious to me.
oh and JAMES. god what a mess. he thinks he has everything under control. he thinks he is such a chill guy. honey... sweetheart... I love you... I adore you... but you are a MESS. like, there are so many complicated things going on for him and I will be focusing quite a lot on his relationship with his parents. I know that probably some people will not like that they aren't portrayed as the perfect family but that is just not them in this. the fact that Effie is in the assassin network but Fleamont isn't?? like thats just such a fucked up situation. because when the moment comes for him to choose whether he will also 'sell his soul' to the network he has to betray one of them. and already his parents have a complicated relationship because of their crazily different views on morality and just life in general so being in the middle of that? yeah James has a lot of things he needs to address in that brain of his. it also doesn't help that his bestie sirius is also a MESS so together... yeah
ANYWAY MOVING ON
I wrote this whole thing without even mentioning regulus who's chapter I have been working on this whole time... but YEAH so regulus is a force to be reckoned with. you know how in the vampire diaries they can just switch off their emotions? yeah so that is what regulus thinks he has done. he is very delusional. but it works for him (I mean, it doesn't, he is fucked. but he thinks he is in control so thats all good... it isn't... but-) what else? oh yes how could I not mention how fucking sexy this lil guy is when he murders people? fucking hell. oh and also him and James. lol. hehe. giggling.
ok I really do need to go to sleep soon so I shall do remus and then perhaps another post for the girls tommorow because I have PLANS for them and they are all so sexy and smart and insane and psychotic and - <3 oh and also Evan and Barty!!! i love them In this so much and you will love Barty. I will make you
REMUS. hehe. I am blushing... psychological torture. the power this man holds without having to raise a finger. I just- like he is just a man on a mission and I love that for him. he truly does not let anything get to him. well I mean there's sirius but ummm... nah... there isn't... remus told me to tell you there isn't... he is actually threatening me right now so I must shut up because he is just such a mysterious guy... can't have people knowing his secrets. and by secrets I mean anything about him. I am afraid I have already said too much.
ok I will just end this on- PANDORA. lobotomies. cannibalism. the need to consume the ones you love.... hmmmmmm
#be gay do crime#this was so fun#I realise I have not really explained much of the background info whoops#if anyone has questions about this always feel free to come talk to me#my asks and dms are always open#lol 'the crime fic' makes it sound so much less unhinged than it is me and lily giggled. lovingly of course <3
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'Ello! It's me again, giving my VERY long live stream review of Doctor Who, the Wild Blue Yonder.
(I don't do trailers or ANY spoilers for episodes, so it's an honest, gut reaction review RIGHT out of the gates for this one haha)
SPOILERS BELOW:
Once again, my first essay is this: I really, really miss watching it "live" with other fans. And, after a whole week of being active with the fandom, I've realized that spoilers are INSTANT. I couldn't watch this episode right when it was released on Disney plus and I was spoiled JUST by opening Tumblr to start this post. Could I have blocked the tags? Yeah, but I was going to watch the episode only three hours after it had went up, so I assumed I could avoid the worst of it. ANYWAY, my point stands... I'm really going to miss watching it with other fans because I have to make posts like this AND because spoilers are a problem.
NOW THEN.
1. HISTORICAL EPISODE. YES? PROBABLY? IS THAT GOING TO BE NEWTON??? OH HECK YES, THE APPLE FELL IT'S HIM. I looooooove DW historical episodes, oh my god.
2."But don't worry. He's got a time machine, which means he can blame me for all eternity." Donna Noble, stay sassy forever.
3. I CALLED NEWTON. Heck yes!!!!
4. Donna's and the Doctor's chemistry really reigns supreme to me. Now, I wouldn't necessarily pair Donna with 11th or 12th, the dynamic would be wildly different (huh, one day I'll write an essay about that), but the tenth Doctor needed Donna and the fourteenth Doctor appreciates that. It's really, really interesting and so lovely to see, honestly.
7. "The TARDIS played us a war song". Woah boy, here we go, PLOT.
5. It would be the Doctor to mess up history to THAT sort of extreme, wouldn't it lmao. "Mavity" to "gravity" is just too great. Aww, bye Newton! I wish we got more of him.
6. Yo the TARDIS is PISSED!!! Jeez, of course it's possible to have literally ANYTHING happen to the TARDIS, but I never consider "giant flame the likes of which a rocket could fly from" on the docket.
8. Ya know, I can't remember if I've ever seen the TARDIS's top light go on. And also, kudos to the TARDIS for the adorable "ding" noise when it did so, made me smile.
9. Bu-bu-budget. Holy. Cow. The space ship looks so good! Just insane.
10. Donna: "Was it me, or was Isaac Newton hot?" The Doctor: "He was, wasn't he... Oh, is that who I am now?" .... Donna: "well it was never that far from the surface, mate." RTD, as always, SAID "GAY RIGHTS" and I'm here for it. Very much reminded of the Doctor's infamous Shakespeare episode with Martha. "56 academics just punched the air"! But really, if I had heard a conversation like this when I was younger, I would be sobbing. Even if I'm a woman, just having a casual conversation in terms of liking the same sex is so valuable.
11. Why are we constantly losing the TARDIS. 13's era was also infamous for it.
12. Aww them fighting hurt... And you know what hurt more? Watching the Doctor comfort Donna. I mean, it was perfect, but it took SO LONG for the Doctor to be wiling to get there. I love character growth, even 15 years later.
13. "Go and kick its arse" HECK YES, DONNA. You got that right!
14. Doctor: "I know 57,000,000,205 [languages]." MY HEADCANON. Oh, my good old headcanon. So the TARDIS translates for humans but the Doctor knows the languages! I MEAN. It's confirmed!!! AH. I feel like some people would be disappointed by that but it's still cool to know that the Doctor DOES speak different languages. (Yo, my Academy Era fans, could you imagine the Doctor learning all that with the Deca? The Master is losing his mind as we speak.)
15. Once again, a million gold stars to everyone who did the music. It's so FULL.
16. This is a personal thing, but I love when the Doctor has moments that make the title "Time Lord" make sense. The whole "maybe time slowed down?" "No, I'd feel it in my bones." Like, YES, a Time Lord feeling that kind of thing makes sense, thank you!
17. "Allons, as idiots say, y!" oh my god Donna I'd marry you, I swear. Thank you for the sass. Also love the fact that Donna is driving the cart. No idea why, it just makes total sense.
18. Donna: "That's my family over there [one hundred trillion years away]". I have words about Donna having a family, I swear to you, but mostly it's this... Donna's dedication and love for her family is exactly what she needed in her life and I support her whole heartedly. It's beautiful, and perfect, and I do wonder how much of that dedication to keep her family safe comes from the Doctor.
19. I don't know if it's specifically a call back, but 14 licking the "dangerous" thingy felt like a 13 moment and I damn near teared up. Now, him faking being hurt by that? That was either 9 or 12, I can't decide lmao.
20. I'm about 25 minutes into the episode but I sincerely don't know what way this plot is going. We got a goal of "find the TARDIS by removing the danger", we've changed the word "gravity" to "mavity", and we're stuck at the edge of the universe... Love a good mystery, but I'm really wondering where this episode is going.
21. I'm unsure if David Tennant filmed the second season of Good Omens before or after DW, but I JUST saw Crawley's iconic swagger as he was walking away from Donna and I'm here for it haha.
22. I'm getting "half the ship inside a warm hole / Missy, the Doctor, and Bill's" plotline vibes. Does time move differently throughout the ship, just as Donna thought?
23. Donna: "Do you miss home? Gallifrey?" Doctor: "I suppose... But that got complicated." SAY IT, DOCTOR. Please, please, PLEASE. I'd love to hear that parts of 13's plotline live on, PLEASE. I know that's my desire, personally, but I'd kill for it. *Sigh*... But by being cryptic, it might make fans go back to watch her era, and I'd love that too.
24. Hmmm going off of #22... I'm thinking clones instead? OH NOT CLONES. NOT CLONES. Aliens! For sure aliens!
25. Can we talk about the cgi? I mean, it's pretty damn good considering what we had in the past. How crazy is that? Good cgi? Also, kudos to our main leads for their acting here! Always fun to see actors doppelgange themselves lol
26. I am SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW. I didn't know this was a horror movie thing! It's December!
27. WE KEPT THE FLUX. WE K E P T T H E F L U X. We have the Timeless Child AND the Flux! We have the Doctor being so, so heartbroken about the Flux, out loud! Oh my god, I could cry. Really, I could give a great big shout. I know RTD mentioned that he was going to keep it, but he didn't have to do it so blatantly and make it a plot point! That's so, so g r e a t. AND- AND it leaves no room for discussion about 13's era! It still has continuality - it's engrained into the Doctor, even with a new writer and the next new writer and the next Doctor!!!! NO ONE CAN TAKE THE TIMELESS CHILD ARC FROM ME IF IT MEANS IT LIVES ON IN ANOTHER DOCTOR. HA.
I will write more about that because, really, it's so important to me. It such a small thing, but 13 Doctor fans can have a good cry tonight. It's so validating.
28. Oh wait, nope, hold on... Not done with point #27. The Doctor punching at the walls after hearing about the Flux and the Timeless child again? Screaming in rage, in pain, in everything that 13 couldn't do - that 13 refused to do, because she couldn't let anyone know she was hurting? 13 kept her walls so high that she tried to convince herself that everything was alright. 14 is the effects of that, a complete change, a metamorphous into that pain and I am LIVING for it. 13 couldn't scream, not properly, but 14 can.
29. Hehe. The Doctor's biggest strength, their intellect, needed to be squashed to save the day? Nope, no way, not in a million years could ANY Doctor do it. One single question and they've gotta solve it until it's done. Side note, if any reader can't tell, I am having a GREAT time. I may not have expect to be scared, but I'm loving it!
30. WILF. WILF. OH MY GOD. Aww wow, just amazing. Just amazing.
Summary: It's nothing like I ever expected. No one was given any hints about this episode and I find myself... Pretty happy with it. It's a convoluted plot, that's for sure, but it was fun as all heck. Scary! I mean, heart pounding, VERY close to the Midnight episode scary, but good! Random! Oddly randomly, I really don't know where to rank this episode. It feels a bit like it was thrown in just to have an episode, but that also doesn't necessarily make it bad.
I do think a lot of it was cushioned by some really good acting and characterization. The plot was slow going in a strange way, once again cushioned by nostalgia and everyone's need to see the tenth Doctor and Donna again. BUT, episodes like this make me excited (and nervous) to see how RTD is going to handle a brand new Doctor.
I will have a speech about RTD keeping the Timeless Child. A very long speech. But know that I, personally, am very thankful.
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I need to know more abt Pluto and Delusion...
Did Pluto fell in love w Delusion like in the og??
Did Pluto got bullied in the past? ( most likely but I still need to ask)
Does Pluto has trust issues like in the og? ( which also leads to did Delusion betrayed him ( most likely but I still need to ask 😭 )
is There have a design for past Delusion and Pluto?? ( if there is, I can't find the post if u did ;-; )
I will ask more questions since I didn't know it was still continuing ( aka I thought it was disconnected ) WHICH IM SO HAPPY ITS STILL GOING!! *eats*
ehehehe
sorry this took a bit to answer; had to run errands
1. Tbh we never really thought about it before. After the council meeting (“WERE Pluto is gay?” “…you’re gonna need to give me more than just that. what the fuck are you talking about”) we decided that honestly?? Probably not. He’s too tired of Delusion’s growing god complex to have a crush on him.
Tho it’s not impossible for it to happen. Delusion just needs to get some sense smacked into him.
I’d also recommend sending everyone to therapy and rehab along with that, though. Or not. Depends on what you’re going for
2. only a bit (sarcasm. It was a lot, like normal). he decided to do a felony (or 20 of the same kind) about it though, instead of what DS Nightmare did. Which I don’t remember enough about to generate words to communicate what it was. Definitely didn’t involve murder though
3. Lots and lots and lots of trust issues. Delusion aside, when you're a 124-year-old serial killer who's been kinda terrorizing the multiverse for a hundred years or so, you really can't afford to trust just anyone. For every person who'd be too afraid to piss you off, there's another who'd do whatever they can to turn you into the police or, depending on the AU and what part of town you're in, get rid of you themselves. He really can't afford to trust people.
It doesn't help that the multiverse loves Delusion and JR (for the most part), so...yeah.
Delusion's definitely not helping with that. The whole brainwashing thing
4. Nope. Never really thought about making one tbh. While they lived in the village, they probably looked just the same as normal DS Dream and Nightmare. The only difference really being how they acted.
There may not be more to be added to the actual story of H!DS, but I doubt it's ever really going to go away. My fucked up beloveds are going to live rent-free in me and Wheeze's heads for a while. Probably some other's too, by the sounds of it HFJDSHFJD
#Horror!DS#h!ds questions#h!DS Pluto#h!ds Delusion#i don't have enough braincells/attention/creative energy to actively generate content but that doesn't mean it's discontinued >:]
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