ok but hear me out.

steve and eddie meet in a threesome. maybe steve’s casually dating some girl and she wants to be adventurous and steve really wants this one to work out even though he’s not all that sure abt her, so they go to the bar and they pick up eddie. or maybe eddie’s in some lame situationship that actually kind of sucks and eddie wants out but the guy suggests they go out with a real bang 😏 and who’s eddie to turn down a sure thing that he knows will get him there? so they find steve on grindr.

but once they’re all in one room together, it’s fuckin awkward. steve is all shy in a way he never really is when he has sex. and hes had threesomes before, it’s not like this is new, exactly. but this guy—practically a stranger—has the biggest, brownest eyes hes ever seen that keep looking at him and hes got dimples and how is steve meant to perform under these conditions?!?! and eddie feels all off kilter. hes usually so confident in the bedroom (or, you know… wherever) in a way that he really isn’t in real life. but steve makes him feel some sort of rumbling in his chest, some fluttering in his stomach that he doesn’t exactly hate, but that hes never really… felt, like, ever.

so neither of them can, uh. well. you know. and it’s not like they don’t want to. they want to. they just don’t want an audience. but they can’t exactly say that, can they? so they part ways. steve breaks it off with the girl or eddie ditches the guy. they try to forget it. it’s just an embarrassing encounter they never want to think of again. and at least they were strangers. they never have to see each other ever again.

until one night they’re both out at the bar. steve’s with robin and she’s fuckin sick of hearing abt the disaster threesome that never was. she’s sick of hearing abt eddie and the breakup and the dimples and the eyes. she’s sick of steve sighing wistfully over his dinner at the kitchen table. she’s dragged him out to the bar down the street from their shitty apartment and she’s so sick of him, she leaves him grumbling at the bar to go talk to the pretty strawberry blond sitting in the booth in the corner. sure, she’s with some guy, but it’s pretty obvious even from a distance that they’re just friends.

chrissy invites robin to sit with them, sliding over with a bright smile. robin turns so chrissy can introduce her to the guy sitting across from them. “this is my friend eddie,” chrissy says, a hand on robin’s arm. robin blinks. there’s no way. eddie’s smiling and there are dimples. he’s looking at her and there are big, brown eyes.

“hey,” robin says and she can feel the small smile already starting on her face. “you wouldn’t happen to know a steve, would you?” she watches as eddie’s eyes because impossibly bigger, his gaze darting to where she’s pointing to steve sitting over by the bar.

she certainly does not miss the blush that spreads across his cheeks.

Reminder that it's not your fault if someone gets a crush on you. It's not your fault that they like you like that. Especially if you don't like them back, are aromantic, asexual, or any other reason- even if you don't have a reason!

You aren't in the wrong for not liking them back

I promise

getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism

oh you know it's all latestage capitalism but the thing is. how are you supposed to be a person inside of this. a person trying to be a better version of yourself.

oh, you started working young, which was kind of hard, but it's just the way stuff works sometimes. and it was 2008 and your family couldn't afford heat. but it's fine, you grow a spine and get used to the professional world and besides it was the suburbs we're talking about here, like, your life could have been actually hard, so what if your father lost his job and you can't afford to move or turn the lights back on. and once you start making money, it's good. you keep doing that. because now they're relying on you. so you have to do that.

oh you were in thousands of dollars of debt at 17 years old so that you could go to school, because you have to go to school if you want to get a "real" job. you even did it "right", you worked parttime and attended community college before you transferred to a public school. you were under so many merit scholarships.

which is fine. you pick yourself up and you say like, okay. i graduated college. i'm holding down a job. i'm doing the Adult Thing, which looks and acts like this, according to all the books i've read. you start with the shitty job and then you climb that corporate ladder.

but the shitty job doesn't cover rent and you stretch yourself too-thin so you get sick. good luck with that. the shitty job no longer pays for your meals. everyone asks why you don't just move, but there's nowhere to move to. and with what money are you going to be moving? and then the loans come back, because they were never going to forgive them, because you were 17 and trying to do the right thing, which was stupid. people are now saying you shouldn't have even gone to school.

which is fine. but because you have no other option, so you do the shitty job, and you apply every day for like 5 new ones, and despite the fact everyone says "there's no one who wants to work!" it's actually just that nobody is fucking hiring so you can either work for 13 dollars an hour in the shitty place you know (where at least you have a passingly friendly relationship with the manager) or you can start from scratch again with a different 13 dollars an hour without knowing how much abuse from the new job you'll be taking.

and if you quit you lose your insurance. if you quit you lose your housing. if you quit, you'll be another burnout kid. the lazy ones. these assholes, look at them!

and you come home to a family dinner and you hear from your father the same old thing. how he worked hard at his job and yes it sucked for a while but he was able to provide for the family and then the house and the dog and the rest of barbie's dream vacation. how the insurance did cover some of it. how you just really need to start speaking up more in manager conversations so they know you're a go-getter. you want to tell him - did you know we're actually doing more now hourly than any previous generation? - but you can't remember where you heard that statistic, and you're far too tired for the fucking argument. and then he starts in on his usual bit. where's the house? where's your kids? where's your ambition.

the same job the same money the same hours doesn't do it anymore. the same nose-to-the-grindstone now just shreds your face off. there's no such thing as upwards mobility, not really. and as far as you're aware, the money certainly is not trickling. you do the soulless stupid shit you signed up for because you fucking have to or else you literally risk your life (food, the apartment, the insurance), but it's not getting you anything. you download the stupid "save more" app and you budget and you do every right thing and then the price of eggs is 7 dollars and you say - oh great! another thing i have to fucking worry about now!

and you go to your stupid job and everyone in your father's generation just tells you to be better about being an adult. they have their homes and their savings account and their bailout and they say. well have you tried not drinking starbucks. well your generation just spends too much on clothing. well you might just be too addicted to travelling. and you - because you need the job - you bite your tongue and don't say i am being held prisoner and you're suggesting i stop pacing my cell if i don't like the scenery and you don't say what the fuck do you think i've been doing with my money and you don't say i haven't spent a cent on something nice in literally forever much less coffee you arrogant asshole. you open and close your bank app and check your loans and check your credit score and check fucking zillow and ziprecruiter and apartments.com just one time more. and still they give you that demeaning little grin and say - see, what you need is -

what you need is for your meds to stop being so fucking expensive. what you need is for the housing bubble to explode into dust. what you need is for billionaires to choke on their wealth. what you need is actual help. what you will get is more economic advice from people who are older-and-wiser.

and above you, almost in a glimmer, you can see the wedged smile of your debt getting toothier, wider.

Marry My Husband Text posts, 1/?

too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.

AGH HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! (ft., ofc, our favorite ot3)

#a man who DESERVES A SLICE OF PIE

[ID: A colored, digital comic featuring characters from Dey's Links Meet AU with a focus on Mask. The colors are muted and warm.

The group walk through a forest marked as "Rancher's Era." Rancher leads the group, commenting that they're "Almost there". Tiny, Tracks, Mask, Vet and Sky follow behind him, in that order.

"Oh, how sad..." someone says. A skeleton rests against a tree, sword and shield in hand, wearing the Hero's Shade armor. Mask's shadow casts upon the skeleton, their head lining up right with the skull.

Mask furrows their brow, expression near indiscernible.

"Kid, hurry up!" Mask rolls their eyes and turns to follow.

Sky waves to Mask as they run ahead to catch up. Their eyes are not visible. End ID]

hero's shade

ive been seeing these posts for years compiling their outfits, but they only go up to the start of season 9 so i wanted to do the rest! so here's season 9, 10, some non-canon eps and obsidian (edit: now with fionna and cake too!)

[marceline's main comic outfits] [bonnie's main comic outfits] [marceline and the scream queens outfits]

Our Flag Means Death + Bot Description Generator 

Me, consuming any other media ever: how can I make this about zosan

it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.

i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.

i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."

when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.

i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.

i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.

the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.

pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.

of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.

Okay, okay, last one, I promise (I think) -

Eddie is contemplating a career issue, likely concerning joining Air Support. He’s conflicted, which probably isn’t helped by his conflict with Buck. Eddie goes to Bobby for advice (cue “I can’t tell you how to feel about this job”) then Eddie goes to the gym to work out his frustrations. Buck meets him there. He’s in his civies so I’m guessing it’s near the end of a shift, or Buck and him are on different shifts. They have a conversation, but don’t really get to the core (hah, see what I did there) of the issue.

Then come these fuckers.

I’m guessing it’s near the end of the episode. Eddie comes over to the loft. Only one chair is pulled out, and only one beer bottle is out, so I’m guessing Buck is drinking alone when Eddie comes by. Eddie tells Buck he’s not going anywhere (not leaving the 118). Then Eddie reassures Buck that there is no one in this world that could ever take his place in Eddie’s life. They are partners, best friends (and Eddie loves him to his core). Cue the first Buddie hug since season. fucking. three.

(*cough* Then cue Buck feelings realization *cough*)

Roll credits.

(Part 3/3)

If you saw any spelling/grammatical errors in this - no you didn’t.