I love the Soup Group. U have a cottagecore elf who’s expanding into the evil murder kill stab die aesthetic, a fuckin creechure of a lady willingly cleaning up the hermit’s messes, and a delightful dwarf who takes breaks from his capitalist ventures to enable their shenanigans. They’re going to overthrow the monarchy

strange new worlds crew, my beloved (twitter) [ID in alt]

Me, the little aromantic demon on Siobhan Thompson’s shoulder whispering in her ear: make adaine abernant aroace. do it. you won’t. make adaine abernant aromantic asexual.

Thinking about Psychonauts and how much I love the Aquato family once again

They mean the world to me your honor

Modern au East blue five would be either be perceived as losers or the coolest kids ever. There’s no in between.

You have a kid who knows swordfighting and absolutely dominates. A girl who’s skilled in cartography, meteorology and constantly lends (and loan-sharks) her friends money. A kid who’s known as a liar but he’s great storyteller and is a great shot. A cook who loves women and fights with his legs. And this kid who’s always so happy but fights fully grown men.

They’re so cool but in reality they’re so fucking annoying. They’re loud and rowdy, they have this sheep looking dog that they take everywhere. They hang out with a 15 year old med student, an archeologist, a mechanic, a union man and a 80s jazz musician. They fight all the time and never face real consequences. They’re going to college for double majors.

Imagine being a normal hs student and attending the same school as these goons

On height…

(He is standing on a box :3)

Ranking the kiddads spouses bc obviously everyone cares about my opinion

Marco, I mean he’s the perfect man, seems like a nice guy, bet he’s a hunk, witnessed a murder in his own home what doesn’t he have

Cassandra, points deducted for being a willy fucker, but definitely hot and sexy and Taylor loves her so bonus points, can see how she managed to pull a demon

Veronica, no hate to Veronica we just don’t know that much about her. She seems nice and like a cool mom but idk we just haven’t seen much of her

Rebecca, intended hate to rebecca, she’s very weird. Slept with her husbands brother? Strange politics? Just generally a weird personality from the episodes we saw her in, personally can’t support her strange vibes

any steddie friendship hc's?

still looking for a friend

(emphasis on "still")

Stan has found that Eddie is THE MOST gullible person on the planet and will use that fact to mess with him any chance he gets. But if anyone else tries to mess with Eddie, Stan will tell him immediately and watch as his tiny anger filled little buddy tears that person to shreds

They got that canonical hypochondriac 🤝 ocd swag making them debilitatingly cautious about getting sick. So when the rest of the losers inevitably get the flu it leaves just the 2 of them hanging out acting superior in their healthiness

These two are the masterminds behind the scariest revenge plots to ever exist. Not that Beverly couldn’t make a horrifyingly imaginative scheme, or Ben couldn’t build the pinnacle of traps, or Richie couldn’t find the grossest payback. Eddie and Stan’s revenge is so terrifying because it’s insanely personal and infallible. You cheat on one of their tests in class which they got in trouble for? Two days later it’s broadcast around town that your father is cheating on your mother with his secretary

They criticize medical dramas together

For the first couple years of them being friends Eddie was actually taller than Stan (perks of being a year older and still growing) but Stan passed Eddie up when he was in 3rd grade and it aggravates Eddie to no end. You can imagine how annoyed he became when Stan ended up being the tallest of the losers

They have an inside joke where anytime they’ll pass each other in the hallway they’ll nod and go “Edward” “Stanley” respectively. They don’t remember when this started but they have to do it every time.

WE’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE FRENCHIE

This ep reminds me of this vine:

i love that he appreciates art so much

source - @ ogg_steven on instagram

i wanna see u draw more abercrombie tbh

RAAAAGH Land duo has me on chokehold RAAA

i love marlique so much they just genuinely love each other so much even if you don’t ship them (however I DO. HEAVILY.) they just love each other so much… and their voices sound AMAZING together btw they deserved more duets but it’s okay just this part of blow me one last kiss tells you everything about their chemistry in song & otherwise. 🤭

Skateboards and jam chapter 4/4

Finally this is it, the last chapter (for now at least) writing this has brought me a lot of joy so I hope reading it has done the same for you <3 also special thanks to @princeinsecurity for beta reading all of this and not letting me embarrass myself with my horrendous grammar

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Virgil got more and more comfortable in Roman’s presence, and after a while he enthusiastically participated in the conversation. No one would’ve guessed they were strangers just a few hours ago. Neither of them quite realized how long they had been sitting there until the street lights flickered on. “Oh shit, is it that late already?” Virgil exclaimed. “I should probably be going before I miss my bus.” He smiled sadly at the other and jumped back up on his feet. “Alright, well I’ll follow you there.” Roman also got on his feet and gave him a smile, this was the happiest he’d been in a long time and he really didn’t want to part with him until it was absolutely necessary. Seeing the skater smile at him still made him weak in the knees, he didn’t understand how anyone could be that beautiful or how he could be lucky enough to see it so many times. He didn’t know if it was possible to fall harder than he already had, but if it was, he certainly did every time he saw that smile.

Virgil brushed the dirt off his pants and picked up his board before they started walking, by now the air was chilly. It was clearly going towards autumn, but there was still some time to go before the leaves started to change color. Roman shuddered a little. “I really didn’t plan to be out this late, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his hands along his bare arms. Virgil held out his skateboard towards him. “Could you hold this for a moment?” Confused, Roman nodded and clumsily took it in his left hand, it felt heavier than before. Without saying a word Virgil slid out of his hoodie and gently placed it over Roman’s shoulders before taking his board back. “I- oh, thank you.” He mumbled, looking away as he pulled the hoodie closer, his face slowly turning a bright red. It was warm and smelled like him, how could his stomach not be filled with butterflies? “Won’t you get cold now though?” He really didn’t want to give it back, but he also didn’t want the skater to be cold. “Nah don’t worry, I’m still wearing a whole lot more than you were,” Virgil chuckled, pretending that he didn’t also feel his cheeks heat up. He didn’t know what got into him to make him do that, but seeing Roman in his hoodie made him lose his breath, shyly looking away to try and calm himself before glancing back. They walked beside each other in silence for a bit, both a little too flustered to start the conversation back up. If Virgil hadn’t been holding the board, Roman might have reached for his hand.

He had no idea where they were going, heck he barely knew there were buses here, he was just following Virgil. As they got closer he noticed several pass by, the skater sighed and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “God damn it, I just missed it..” He groaned. “The next one isn’t for another hour.” He rubbed his forehead, annoyed. At least he hadn’t missed that one, the last one of the night, or he would’ve had to walk home. “I’ll wait with you.” Roman smiled at him, an excuse to get to hang out with him more. He thought about inviting him to stay at his place, but figured that’d be moving a bit too fast even by his standards. “It’s not like I have anywhere to be anyway.” He chuckled a little, it was starting to get pretty late and he was getting tired, but tried to just shake it off. He was more than happy to sacrifice some sleep to be around Virgil for even just a little longer. “Well if you want to I won’t protest” Virgil smiled shyly, making his way over to his usual spot. The road wasn’t heavily trafficked, but still a bit too loud for him to comfortably sit right beside. So he had found himself a spot a bit away, but still close enough to both hear and see what was going on. He basically dropped down the skateboard before sitting down, leaning against the chilly wall. Roman soon followed, sitting down right next to him, legs criss crossed and hoodie still over his shoulders. Maybe it was a little too close, but Virgil didn’t seem bothered so he figured it was fine.

Roman yawned, watching as the skater pulled out his phone and started scrolling through tiktok. They just sat there watching video after video in silence for a bit, most of them were either animals, pro skaters or makeup. Not too unlike what he might watch himself, just a little darker. However, it didn’t exactly help him get less tired. After a while he let his cheek gently rest on the other’s shoulder, and dozed off pretty quickly. Virgil tensed up a bit upon feeling him rest against his shoulder, any touch sent an electric wave through his entire body, making his heart race. Glancing over he realized Roman had fallen asleep. With a wide grin growing on his face, Virgil tried to resist the temptation to plant a soft kiss on his head. Putting his phone down on the ground he just leaned back against the wall, letting the butterflies dance in his stomach. He wondered what kind of strange dream this was.

Virgil was just quietly enjoying the others' presence until his mind started to race again, realizing they never exchanged numbers or anything, he’d have no way to contact him again once he left. A slight panic took hold of him. He really didn’t want to wake him up until he had to, but he also couldn’t risk never getting to see him again, not after all of this. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a deep breath, trying to come back to his senses. He remembered he’d seen Roman carry a pen in his pocket sometimes- maybe he did today too. Moving ever so slightly he caught a glimpse of the one closest to him, and he was in luck, not only did he have it, it was also halfway out of his pocket because of the way he was sitting. Virgil smiled a little to himself and very slowly reached out a hand to grab it, careful not to wake him up by moving too much. Taking hold of the pen, he pulled an old receipt out of his own pocket and pressed it against his leg as he wrote, before nearly folding it and putting it back in Roman’s pocket along with the pen. Figuring he would find it at some point.

Finally breathing a sigh of relief, he gently rested his head on Roman’s, thankful he had a whole energy drink earlier, or he might have also fallen asleep. He just stayed there for a bit, enjoying being this close to him. At this point the light was disappearing quickly, fading into a soft purple and pink sunset. It was like something out of a movie. Virgil gently blew some air into the other's face, hoping he’d wake up just from that. “Morning sunshine” he teased, noticing him slowly opening his eyes again “you almost missed the sunset”.

Roman’s face turned a couple shades brighter realizing he’d been sleeping on his shoulder, and for quite a while too, judging by the change in light. But Virgil didn’t seem to mind. Actually a slight smile danced on his lips as he watched the sun disappear behind the trees, oh he was beautiful. The sunset was nice too, stunning even, but it still couldn’t compare to Virgil. His smile always made his heart try to jump out of his chest but this was something different, he just looked content in a way he hadn’t seen before, the soft light bouncing on his face just highlighting his beauty. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous.” Roman yawned, barely trying to hide that he wasn’t really paying attention. Shuddering a bit and pulling the hoodie tightly around him. Virgil was starting to feel a little chilly as well but it shouldn’t be too long now so he’d manage, besides it’s not like he could take his hoodie back now when Roman was all comfy in it. Not to mention how cute he was in it, just looking at him made him feel all soft inside.

Picking his phone up off the ground he checked the time and sighed a little, it was time to start moving. “Well looks like I should start to get going-“ he stretched a little before starting to get back onto his feet. It would’ve been nice to stay longer, but well all good things gotta end at some point right? Virgil brushed the dust off of his black jeans and checked that he hadn’t forgotten anything, before picking his board back up. Roman rubbed his eyes under his big round glasses, moving them up onto his forehead for a moment. “Already?” He smiled sadly at the other, before starting to get ready to stand back up. “Not my fault you slept through most of it-“ the skater teased “it won’t be here quite yet but better safe than sorry.. Well, it was nice meeting you.” He gave him a shy smile and slowly started to turn around.

Quickly Roman bounced to his feet. “Wait!” He exclaimed. “Just one more thing!” A gust of wind gently moving his hair out of his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He just blurted it out without really thinking. Virgil immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to face him. Thoughts were racing in his head and yet they were all drowned out by the sound of his heart beating loudly in his chest, was this real?! Was this something that was actually happening? He just stared at him with wide eyes for a moment. Oh shit, he should probably say something before it was too late and he changed his mind. “I- uh yeah, sure.” He awkwardly stuttered out. A wide grin grew on Roman's face. Not wasting any time he leaned in and pressed their lips together, one hand resting on Virgil’s neck and the other holding on to the hoodie draped over his shoulder, not wanting to drop it. He couldn’t quite believe it, he finally got to kiss him. Virgil's eyes somehow widened even further at the touch, even though Roman asked, he still hadn’t been convinced he’d actually do it. Maybe he was just messing with him or something. But clearly he wasn’t. Getting over the initial shock he embraced the butterflies dancing in his stomach, slowly closed his eyes and kissed him back. Instinctively his free hand reached for the other, but not knowing where he should place it it was left just hovering in the air between them.

After what felt like an eternity to Virgil, but in reality only was at most a couple minutes, he pulled away. “I should- uh I have to go..” His face quickly turning several shades of red, he avoided Roman’s gaze as he turned around and left to the bus stop. Gently touching his left hand to his lips. This whole thing was new and scary to him and he didn’t know how to deal with the avalanche of emotions, so he just ran away from all of it.

“I- oh okay, bye-“ Roman felt his stomach sink, the sparkles that filled it just moments ago were all gone. Realizing he hadn’t bothered to consider what his actual reply was, just that it wasn’t no. Quickly his face lost all color. Did Virgil actually not really want to kiss him and just didn’t want to upset him? No, no that couldn’t be it, he did kiss him back after all, why would he do that if he didn’t like him like that? Sure he didn’t seem too excited about it, but maybe he was just awkward. And he did give him his jacket, could that really be just platonic? The thoughts kept spinning around in his head as he just stood there, frozen in place watching as the bus came and went. Did he really fuck up that badly?

Virgil walked with his head down, he doubted anyone was around at this time but just in case, he didn’t want anyone to see the stupid grin on his face. And there was no way to get rid of it. It just came for free with all these brand new emotions, he’d never felt this many good things before- usually his feelings were more of the opposite nature. He got there just in time to catch the bus, thankfully it was mostly empty and he got to sit by himself. Letting out a gentle sigh he leaned against the window, letting his thoughts wander freely. Cursing himself a bit for not getting Roman’s number, waiting for him to hopefully find the note and text was absolute torture.

Roman took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes again, trying to calm himself a bit. He pulled the hoodie closer as he slowly started to make his way back home, sticking his hands deep in the shorts pockets. His curiosity peaked as he noticed a paper in one of them. Pulling it out it looked like a receipt of some sort, strange, it’s been a while since he got any kind of receipt. And it was nicely folded too. Curiously he unfolded it, now he was certain it wasn’t his. This was really strange. Turning it around a smile started to grow on his face, it wasn’t too easy to read but a phone number was written in big scratches. Under that a message was hastily written:

“I think you’re cute too- maybe message me sometime??

ps you can keep the hoodie for now ;)

xx V”

Romans face split up in a big smile, gently pressing the note against his chest. So he did like him like that. Suddenly all worries were completely washed away, replaced with something that felt more like fireworks exploding in his chest. He quickly pulled his phone out of the other pocket and put the number in before sending a message ‘hi <3’ he giggled a little to himself. ‘btw thanks for the hoodie ;)’ that was an easy way to let Virgil know it was him.

Hearing his phone buzz, Virgil’s heart skipped a few beats and he rushed to get it out of his pocket. He anxiously chewed a little on one of his nails as he pulled it up, realizing it was indeed from Roman, a bright smile lit up his face again. ‘Anytime lol’ he typed quickly, ‘I won’t be getting that back anytime soon, huh?’ Staring at the screen as he saw him typing. ‘nope- at least not until you let me take you on a date ;)’ Roman sent back. Virgil’s face flushed, he laughed quietly to himself. ‘That won’t take long then- just tell me when’ Butterflies danced in his stomach at the thought, as if whatever they did today couldn’t be considered a date. ‘Alright then, tomorrow at 4pm, same place?’ That was quick. ‘Sounds good to me’ he sent back, not even thinking about it. if he had something else planned then that’d just have to move. ‘It's a date then!’ He quickly got back, a fond smile grew on his face ‘it’s a date <3’

What is the best fanon-made trope to appear in ironstrange fics in your opinion? I've always been weak to the idea of Stephen falling in love with Tony over those 14,000,605 futures where he saw that Tony really was Earth's Best Defender. Are there other tropes you like for this ship?

OOOOOOOOOOOO MAN that’s a tough one. I’ve read through the entirety of the ironstrange tag on Ao3, and the two are so compatible that almost all tropes just work well!!

I agree that that trope works the best for the ship, honestly! That’s why it’s so common among the fics! The reason that Stephen falling in love with Tony and recognizing Tony has Earth’s Greatest Defender works so well is because he’s genuinely one of the very very few people to acknowledge that aspect of Tony. LIKE C’MON the man goes from calling him “Stark” to “Tony” at a break neck speed. That’s love right there. It’s nice to have a ship where the two individuals truly appreciate one another for who they are.

The trope I’m really enjoying right now is Tony being the one sent back in time. Mainly because it’s something that shakes up the usual narrative we’ve all come to accept with this ship, which is that Stephen knows Tony so deeply that there isn’t really much else to learn. He just loves and appreciates him. But when the shoes on the other foot? Tony tends to self-sabotage himself a lot. With Tony having the foreknowledge of what happens in the future, does he really deserve to fall for this sarcastic, egotistical neurosurgeon? Stephen is the one with the better understanding of magic and the universe as a whole (he’s still a man and makes mistakes, but with how much he’s seen and accomplished, he’s more equipped for these situations). Tony, on the other hand, for as much as a wide perspective that he has compared to regular citizens, he’s just a man!! He’s so very human, so what is he suppose to do in a situation where he has all this foresight?

The final tropes I’ll bring up are just post-Endgame scenarios. For Tony lives AUs, seeing Stephen grapple with his decision to prioritize the universe for this one man is always a pleasure to see; especially with how much he cares about his oath to do no harm: “This is the man I’ve fallen in love with, and look at the pain my decision caused him.” Phenomenal. Usually with those fics, Tony’s just tired of his bullshit and won’t let him indulge in his self-hate for too long.

For post-Endgame fics where he doesn’t live, well, there aren’t many ghost!Tony fics, but there should be! Stephen grieving over his loss and Tony dealing with the fact that he’s conscious and “what happened to ‘I can rest now??’” Plus, if you’re gonna have a supernatural element in a fic, there isn’t a better way of doing it than with a ghost and a sorcerer!

Sometimes u look back at old Homestuck artists’ works and get the immense desire to draw those AUs where the ancestors raise the trolls from hatching. Primo wholesome AUs…

IDs under cut!

[ID: Six doodles, drawn traditionally in black pen, showing the Vantas trolls from Homestuck in an AU as referenced in the caption, where the ancestors raise their descendants.

The first image is of the Signless, referred to as Kanaan, and Beforus Karkat, referred to as Kardin, sitting together. Kanaan is nervously holding close a little grub Kankri, while Kardin is reassuring him. Kanaan says, "I just don't know..." Which Kardin responds with, "You'll be alright, Kan. I'll be here for you." There's two notes around the doodle from the artist, the first states, "Also wanna practice with pen again..." The second is under an arrow pointing at Kanaan and Kardin, which states, "Hatch mates, raised together. Closest human proximation is siblings."

The second image is Kanaan holding grub Kankri again, this time little Kankri wrapped up in a blanket, like one might swaddle a human baby. Kanaan is looking off panel at something that’s caught his attention.

The third image is of grub Kankri, all curled up. He appears uncomfortable, trembling slightly. A note next to him says, “If you’re cold, he’s cold. Sweater.” Off panel, Kardin says, “Give him a blankie. Or something. Warmth.” Kanaan says after, “Small baby…”

The fourth image is technically two panels. The first “panel” shows Kanaan looking down at his hands, nervous expression on his face. Someone behind him has their hands gently on his shoulders, and is saying, “Be careful with him…” The sentence continues into the next panel, which shows what Kanaan was looking at, holding a very small grub Karkat in one of his hands. The other person continues, “He’s a lot smaller than Kankri was…”

The fifth image shows Kankri at a later time, about 6 years old, no longer a grub and wearing a big ol’ sweater, looking off panel at Kanaan, who’s nervously asking Kankri, “Kankri, baby, have you seen your little brother?” There appears to be something in the poofy collar portion of his sweater.

The sixth image continues from the fifth. Kankri lowers his collar, showing little grub Karkat, curled up and napping away peacefully. Off panel still, Kanaan exclaims, “Oh thank goodness…” Kankri nervously explains, “He was cold…” Kanaan responds, “Ah - thank you for watching him, baby.”

END ID.]