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The student loan debt thing got me thinking. Fuck the founding fathers of course, but "I am compelled to study war and politics so that my sons might have liberty to study philosophy and mathematics" is a great line and I think about it every time some fool starts complaining that life doesn't suck as much as it used to
Jane Austen in Chapter 1 of Persuasion: We are all well aware of why a widow with a good fortune would never want to marry again. I’m not even going to explain its so obvious.
Now a MAN deciding not to remarry, that requires a full paragraph of explanation…
insane plotlines for qaf us if it started in 2020 instead of 2000
he/they emmett (this one isnt insane i just needed to include it i stole this one from emily but it has not left my mind since i heard it)
brian gets cancelled on local pittsburgh twitter for strictly enforcing rainbow capitalism in every company he works with
ted gets really into nfts instead of crystal meth
wait even funnier instead of the website ted defintely starts an onlyfans
michael gets mad that everyone assumes he’s an ally and infringing on gay spaces because he just carries absolutely no vibes
justin has a thinly veiled self-insert comic on webtoon after he and brian hook up iand that gets picked up for a movie deal nstead of rage
daphne would be a kpop stan
debbie almost goes broke from buying gay slogan shirts on etsy. decides to start a side hustle selling her own.
lindsey definitely gets into fights with other mommy bloggers
ben wrote the song of achilles in this universe mostly because i think that would be extremely funny
mike (on his own):
the party (as a unit, but without mike):
the contrast always gets me. how did they expect to clear eddie's name if they didn't even stand up for him to the police that would have to decide he's innocent. they don't have to say they're helping him and risk getting him caught, but the whole town knows that dustin and lucas are his friends at this point. it makes complete sense for them to not believe he's behind the murders. mike would've made it crystal clear how idiotic they are for believing eddie's responsible
Reasons I like subtitles:
1. I can see how people’s names and the cities and the countries are spelled.
2. I don’t miss any words, so everything they say makes sense.
3. I get to know what background noises and conversations are.
4. The descriptions of the noises people make are freaking awesome. Ex: splutter, grunt, chuckles.
5. I can see who says what.
6. I don’t have to have the volume super loud so I can hear the dialogue, and I don’t blow my eardrums out because the ambient noises and music is SO FREAKING LOUD.
I freaking love subtitles.
after dealing with the tunnels, steve takes all the kids back to the byers house to wait for any news about will or el or the lab. he's finally crashing from the adrenaline rush, and the concussion is making itself known now full force.
he's pretty much dead to the world and collapsed on the couch. dustin and lucas are sticking close by, worried he's gonna just up and die on them when hopper finally makes it back.
steve is only hearing every other word when he finally gets jostled to sit up, and he feels rough hands on his face, trying to open his eyelid.
"look alive, harrington. you know where you are?"
steve grumbles, annoyed that he's being woken up like this, "yeah, yeah. i'm at the byers."
his head was gently placed back on the couch, "heard you got your bell rung by that hargrove prick."
steve sighed, deep and heavy, already feeling himself slipping away to dreamland, "better me than the kids. take a plate to the dome, any day. "
there was a snort somewhere in front of him and he felt a hand ruffle his hair, firm yet careful, "good boy, don't do it again."
it took a moment for the words to settle in his rattled brain, but as soon as hopper was walking away, steve was suddenly feeling very awake. a heat crept up his neck as a mortifying wave of arousal swam in his gut.
"good boy."
"good boy."
"good boy."
oh no.
--
years later, after starcourt and russians and dual confessions of being not-so-heterosexual, steve and robin became friends.
months after, when they sat around steve's empty mansion, drinking his dad's expensive liquor, robin had to ask, "how did you find out?"
"hmm?"
"how did you find out you were, y'know...whatever you are. swing for both teams and such?"
steve snorted, " 'and such' she says. i think we both need to be drunker for that conversation."
robin poked steve's side, "come oon, i told you my crush. throw me a bone here, steve-o."
he relented because, of course he would. he may have only known robin for less than a year, but it was scary just how much he was willing to show his true self to her so quickly.
"this stays in the room. you tell absolutely no one, or you'll wish you were sucked up by the giant flesh monster when you had the chance. "
she does some complicated hand sign to convey her loyalty and waits.
".........hopper said i was a good boy for protecting the kids, and i got a boner."
silence.
steve kept his eyes shut as the moment grew longer when he flinched at the slightest intake of breath from his best friend and prepared for the worst.
"man, the daddy issues run deep, huh?"
steve choked on saliva and hit her with a pillow, "THAT'S all you have to say!?"
robin was in tears, weakly defending herself against the pillow assault, "i'm sorry! mercy! it's just that it makes soooo much sense!"
steve didn't stop hitting her until they were both out of breath, laying next to each other and panting.
"i'm sorry your first man crush died."
steve hit her face with a pillow.
".......joyce is actually kind of hot so i get it--"
"SHUT UP!"
--
the very next year, after the murder of innocent teens, a manhunt, and the final battle won against the upside down, found steve sitting in eddie's lap.
after weeks of dancing around each other, cautiously flirting and yearning from afar, steve and eddie got their act together.
eddie dragged a hand up steve's neck and into his hair, his fingernails scraping softly against his scalp. it sent shivers down steve's spine, causing him to moan and let eddie slip through and suck on his tongue. steve bucked his hips up against eddie's in pleasure.
they separated, a string of saliva still attached to their lips that only broke when steve leaned forward and let his body sag completely onto eddie's. they stayed like that for a while, just listening to the other breathe, not wanting their little bubble to pop, and for reality to reach them.
eddie adjusted steve a bit, so he sat properly in his lap. steve, pliant and malleable, let it happen. it made eddie huff in amusement, nosing steve's temple and kissing his cheek, "you're such a good boy for me, aren't you."
steve immediately tensed and then let out a bark of laughter, "oh, thank god!"
eddie, rightfully confused, just blinked, "uhhh. mind sharing with the class what the fuck that was, harrington?"
steve just beamed, "i don't have daddy issues!"
"........WHAT?"
--
(after steve forced himself to explain his queer awakening, now embarrassed for speaking with no impulse control, eddie snickered uncontrollably into steve's chest. much to his chagrin.
once he calmed down, his smile turned devious and asked, "does this mean i'm gonna have to fight the chief for your affection? not sure i'm strong enough to do it, princess, i might have to forfeit."
steve struggled to suffocate him with a pillow, mostly because they were both laughing so hard.)
Q U E E R A S F O L K Season 3, Episode 13
Is it evil of me to want something,,,like Mike being absolutely done with party's half-baked plan so he starts getting shit in gear?
By that I mean he starts being more stern. (I know this may or may not be a bit ooc for Mike in S5 since he's pretty backstage eversince S3 where he just got yelled at for his plans, but bear with me.)
Mike hears about their plan back in S4 and he's like "oh god why did you do that." So he starts being more authoritative towards the party, not in a dictative way or anything, just his voice being "no room for argue."
Imagine Mike making out a plan in S5 but Nancy keeps objecting his ideas like in S3. So Mike, having enough of it for the first time says
"I said end of discussion."
That has everyone shocked because, yeah Mike's usually pretty snarky or sarcastic, but hexs bever been authoritative. And that voice left no rook for objection.
Also i think he has a really mean stare, so that would pair well??
It's just my self-fulfilling fantasy alright? Just Mike finally taking a stand in his leader position whether they like it or not, eventho he's not a demanding person.
Or like them not listening to Mike when he tries to tell them not to do something, and so that ends up backfiring on them.
He's just standing there with a raised eyebrow like "I told you so."
queer is a gender, sexuality, romantic orientation, political alignment, and mission statement, babey
[white knuckling the bathroom sink] but i stay silly :3 but i stay silly :3 but i stay sil
fountain in italy
Yo I feel like the idea that the only historical women who counted are the ones who defied society and took on the traditionally male roles is… not actually that feminist. It IS important that women throughout history were warriors and strategists and politicians and businesswomen, but so many of us were “lowly” weavers and bakers and wives and mothers and I feel like dismissing THOSE roles dismisses so many of our mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers and the shit they did to support our civilization with so little thanks or recognition.
I'm with the " Thomas and Martha were actually weird as fuck before they died" crowd. I like to imagine vigilantism is just an old Wayne family tradition.
Martha Kane, serial sugar baby, casually stalks and kidnaps creepy men, abusers, and predators, only came at the Wayne Gala for a new sugar daddy after bankrupting Carmine Falcone:
Thomas Wayne, rich ass doctor with flexible morals, deep as fuck basement, and access to a RIDICULOUS amount of sedatives:
Jason Todd has " Thomas and Martha Wayne stan" on his birth certificate, actually
I just watched some chaotic moments from The Great British Bake Off and I desperately, desperately want a cooking competition AU where Bruce is just this little agent of adorable chaos
It still takes place during the pandemic, so the contestants must bake from their own kitchens. If course, formalities aside, this is national television and people still want to look their best.
Bruce? He shows up in his fancy little robe with a Nirvana shirt under, hair a bird's nest from taking a clinical nap, but somehow still fluffy, some smudged eyeliner still drying under his eyes. The very definition of a hot mess.
Alfred is clearly seen face-palming behind him and Bruce is very oblivious to it. He's just fighting for his life trying to smear frosting on his little cupcakes.
The cupcakes are literally melting in his hands and he's like " That's good enough, isn't it?"
" No, you fuckin' muppet--"
" Mr. Pennyworth, no swearing please"
" Oh I'm sorry. What's next, forbid me from breathing?"
Bruce is such a spoiled brat and everyone has such a good time watching him pout at Alfred to do the work for him. Sometimes the judges just fail him to watch him pout and throw a little tantrum
Of course, little Dick Grayson is there to help (read: Make things harder for Bruce) as much as he can.
Which includes napping on his dad's shoulder, occasionally waking up when Bruce needs a taste tester. Bruce makes the news all because his little sweetheart eating cake from his hand half asleep
Bruce and Alfred have a bigger challenge; Trying to hide Batman.
[Bat screeching from the cave]
Bruce, looking straight to the camera: Ignore that
i think we as modern humans have a tendency to forget that historical people were also humans who had thoughts and feelings and dreams just like we do
this is like 100% petty all things considered but i just can’t wait until some of u learn that it is absolutely normal for people of any age to refer to their dads as “daddy” in many parts of the south like it isn’t a red flag there. 60 year old women in my family still refer to their dads as “daddy.” and btw i think anyone should be allowed to call their own fathers whatever they want without someone either making it nasty or being accusatory like don’t you get tired of making ppl uncomfortable for no reason
i think about this one so fucking often i had to clip it
Billy did get suspended for a week, but it was so worth it.
mike is naturally snarky. like that's indisputable. he's a playful little jerk who pours syrup on his sister's plate after she calls his food choices gross and makes hopper's life a living hell for fun. he's a little shit, that's just a fact
but this is what he looks like when he's being annoying on purpose as a way to show affection
the general consensus whenever he starts shit seems to be "well, that's just mike", but no, it's not. it's really not. he rarely looks like this.
the thing with will's campaign was close, because he seemed to be goofing around with lucas as much as anything else, but it was still just... off
either will's being particularly testy, or mike doesn't usually act like this with him, or both. either way, the explosive reaction took him off guard. his playfulness is still present in that dynamic, it just looks different than the usual kind that can easily be misconstrued as being genuinely mean or disrespectful if you look at it in bad faith
side note: it's gotta suck that whenever he stops being so freaking serious for 2 minutes and actually acts his age he's regularly met with hostility and yelling and people storming off
throughout the show, we don't see mike like this a lot or for very long. we see him being genuinely abrasive. that's not personality, it's trauma
A traveling witch realizing there might be a hole in her bag
First ever recorded snowball fight (1897)
Happy Holidays And Merry Christmas To All!
Baby Will at some point: I love my brother
Baby Mike after a minute and tugging on his shirt: Can we share, I like him he’s nice
Baby Will, reaching for a dandelion and making a ring: Sure! Here put this on mommy says that’s how that works and now Jonathan can be your brother too
Jonathan looking up from his homework, he’d been doing it in the grass while watching them play. He’s now crying straight out: W h a t ?
au where Steve is a famous Disney kid and Eddie is a teenaged singer-songwriter. They get pushed together at events because they're close in age, but they just quietly dislike each other.
Steve's got a new show starting, a spinoff of the one that made him a household name. They hire a newcomer, Robin Buckley, to play his best friend and the two quickly become BFF in real life.
The show runs for two seasons but when it comes time to renegotiate contracts, neither star is interested. They're older now, ready to live life on their terms and not the company's, or in Steve's case, his parents.
As soon as the finale airs, Robin and Steve celebrate by going to a gay club. A few weeks later, an interview is released where Steve comes out as bi and talks about how his parents mistreated him; how they worked with the network to pressure him to be a perfect "all-American" kid even off screen.
Meanwhile, Eddie's an impossible level of famous. He's had number-one hits, won a Grammy, headlined an arena tour, achieved every dream he had for himself as a kid growing up in a trailer park in Indiana. He's not shocked by the news that Steve is leaving Hollywood, but he's flabbergasted that the guy isn't straight. When Eddie reads the interview, he gets this weird pang in his chest, almost like regret. But he never even liked Steve.
Steve isn't in the news again and Eddie doesn't think of him for a long time.
Steve goes to college. He loves it. Not because he's great in his classes, or anything, but because he's free to be himself for the first time. He makes friends and goes to parties and relaxes. He and Robin share an apartment.
After a few semesters, Steve decides to take a couple of theater classes, and is quickly cast in campus productions. In the vague anonymity of college theater he rediscovers his love of acting. No one has expectations of him, no one forces him to perform. He graduates and slowly starts appearing in small roles in Indie films, gathering critical acclaim. He feels good. Happy. Hopeful.
Eddie is blissfully unaware of Steve's career resurgence, experiencing his own musical highpoints, until the day where he's scrolling Twitter, sees a Variety headline that's getting a bunch of attention, "Steve Harrington in talks to star in Max Mayfield's first film." Eddie's livid.
"Maxine, what the fuck?" He growls when she answers his call.
They grew up together in the same Indiana trailer park. When she moved to Hollywood to start a career as a screenwriter, Eddie was by her side. And when her first script wound up on the Black List, his involvement on the soundtrack and original songs sealed her production deal.
She gives a long suffering sigh. "Munson," she grumbles. "I know you have a weird history with this guy, but I swear he's the right choice."
"He's a stuck up rich boy who's never been in trouble in his life."
"He's changed."
"Doubtful," Eddie sneers.
"Look. I'll set-up a meeting. Come hang out and you'll see what I mean." Before she hangs up she adds, "Call me Maxine again and I'll end you."
They invite Harrington to Eddie's recording studio. His hopes are not high for this meeting, so he's already a little thrown when Steve Harrington walks in, all grown up. He's in a crimson sweater, tight jeans, hair grown long so that it flops around his face in tousled waves that actually look genuine, windswept and golden. Eddie's eyes instinctively trace the scatter of moles on Harrington's face and neck, a pang of something hitting deep in his gut. Fuck, this dude is beautiful.
"Harrington," he greets, sticks out his hand. Eddie barely hears the answering, "Munson," because instead of a handshake, Harrington pulls Eddie in for a hug. Muscles bunch under the sleeves of the sweater, against Eddie's chest, and he's assaulted by the scent of cedar and sunshine and Steve. Eddie's not prepared for any of this.
They make small talk, Harrington sharing about going to college, falling in love with theater, Robin Buckley who he calls his soulmate. Eddie's head rings with how wrong he was about this guy; the pretty kid he grew up alongside who seemed to have the world in his hands. Max was right, he's perfect. Except.
"Let's get down to it, Harrington," Eddie says. Can't bring himself to call him Steve yet, feels that will somehow change everything and he's not ready. "I'll admit that Mayfield had the right idea about you, but can you sing? Play guitar? You have to perform my music, dude. That's not a small ask."
Harrington smirks, asks for a guitar. He gets it settled across his lap before he speaks. "I started taking piano lessons when I was 4. Voice and guitar at 7."
Eddie belatedly recalls that Harrington's parents were the worst kind of stage-parents, pushing their cute kid to perform even as he sobbed about wanting to play soccer with his friends instead of going to auditions. He has a moment of shame that he forgets as the other man begins to play. It's one of Eddie's biggest hits, a ballad about a teenaged broken heart from a kid whose name he can't even remember.
Harrington's hair flops in a swoop over his forehead, his fingers move across the strings with ease, skill. His voice is a rasp, close mimic to Eddie's own, but not quite deep enough. Goosebumps spread across Eddie's arms, his neck, and warmth pools low in his gut.
Steve finishes the song, looks up, cheeks glowing pink, honey eyes bright. Eddie's fucking gone for this guy. He wants so badly he might choke on it.
"Good?" Steve asks.
Eddie's embarrassed suddenly. Unsure. He tugs at his hair. "Yeah," he laughs. "Good."
He reaches out to take the guitar, the one Steve's already handing to him, and their hands brush. Eddie flushes. Their eyes meet and Steve smiles. Eddie's thoughts are consumed with the desire to kiss his plush pink mouth.
"You wanna get dinner? Just you and me?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, Steve," he laughs. "I'd love to."
🎬🎸🎬🎸
Fifteen Months Later
"Former Teen Heartthrobs Make Love Connection?"
Fans of musician Eddie Munson and former child star, Steve Harrington, were in for the surprise of their lives last night as the men arrived together for the premier of Harrington's new movie, Small Town Sins, written by up-and-coming screenwriter Max Mayfield, featuring original music by Munson. While Harrington's performance and the movie itself are garnering quite a bit of positive buzz, it's being overshadowed by gossip about Harrington and Munson's budding romance. They walked the red carpet together, pausing for photos as a duo, holding hands and flirting. When asked for confirmation of their relationship, Munson answered, 'we're bros,' before winking and pulling Harrington close.
There's a TikTok video embedded below the article, showing the men being interviewed on the red carpet. Their arms are loosely around each others' waists, and when their eyes meet they catch and hang for a beat.
"So, longtime fans of both of yours are going feral online right now because of the rumors that you two used to hate each other. Is there any truth to that?" An off-camera voice asks.
The men laugh. "We've always been great friends," Eddie answers.
"Eddie thought I was stuck up," Steve giggles.
"I did not." Eddie slaps at Steve, who gives him an affectionate smile.
"Liar," Steve answers.
Eddie leans into the camera like he's telling a secret. "Harrington here was afraid of me."
"Fuck off, I was not." They wrestle around for a couple of seconds.
Steve shrugs Eddie off, straightening his suit jacket. "Okay, maybe I was a little intimidated back then, but then this morning you found a pretty rock and cried about it."
Eddie shrieks, swatting at Steve until someone in a black suit and name tag shoos them down the red carpet.
Eddie walks off first, so he misses Steve withdrawing a hand from his pocket and saying, "Still have the rock, though." He flashes the red, grey, blue striped stone at the camera.
His gaze drifts away, landing somewhere in the distance, hazel eyes soft and heart-wrenchingly fond.
Eddie is used to getting recognized in public, but it doesn’t mean he likes it.
And Gareth knows how much he doesn’t like it, so Eddie’s not really sure why his best friend has completely abandoned him like this. Well, maybe abandon is a little dramatic. He said he’d be right back, but that was half an hour ago, and there’s only so many times he can circle the park and dive into bushes anytime someone gets too close. Which is why Eddie left the park altogether and is now sitting at a bus station. No one would expect notorious Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson to be at a bus station, right?
Except he’s not sure the hat and sunglasses and incongruous location are quite doing their job. A group of kids across the road have stopped and they’re all whispering amongst themselves as they look at him. Eddie really wishes he had something to conceal himself with, but his hand over his face would definitely look way too suspicious. He’s thinking he might just have to cut and run and take his chances back in the park bushes.
That is, until the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life sits in the seat next to him, unfurling a giant map that easily shields both of them. Eddie’s fucking savior.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to Japantown, would you?” the guy asks.
As it happens, Eddie does know how to get to Japantown. He hasn’t actually ridden the bus in years, but he still remembers the route. “Yeah,” he says, pointing it out on the map. “You just get on line five headed east and ride it like nine or ten stops until you get to McAllister and Fillmore. From there you just have to walk a few blocks to get into the area.”
The guy looks at him with big eyes, brown and a little droopy. “McAllister and Fillmore,” he repeats, like he’s trying to memorize it. He has pretty pink lips, glistening a little like he’s wearing lipgloss.
Fuck, he’s adorable. And looks a bit prone to getting lost. And Eddie’s still kind of mad at Gareth for leaving him high and dry out here. So as the bus pulls up to the stop, Eddie figures what the hell?
“I’m actually headed that way,” Eddie says, standing. “I can show you.”
The guy’s whole face brightens and fuck, he really is gorgeous. “You don’t mind?”
“Not at all, big boy.”
The bus is blessedly empty other than one shriveled up lady sitting towards the front with her groceries and a teenager in the middle with giant headphones and their nose in a book. Eddie heads to the back with the guy, who now has a faint blush dusting his nose and cheeks.
“I’m Steve, by the way,” he says as he sits in the seat next to Eddie. “What’s your name?”
So that confirms that Steve doesn’t know who he is. It didn’t seem like he did from how he was reacting, but it’s a bit of relief to know for sure. “Eddie,” he says, bumping his shoulder into Steve’s. “Nice to meet you.”
Steve gives him a smile that’s about as radiant as the sun as he nudges Eddie’s shoulder back. “You too.”
“So what do you have going on in Japantown?” Eddie asks.
“I’m headed to a baby shower for some friends who live near there,” he says, “Well, it’s not a real baby shower.”
“No?”
“‘Cause it’s not a real baby. That is, it’s not a human baby.”
Eddie lifts his eyebrows. “I think you lost me.”
Steve twists in his seat and starts gesturing with his hands. “Well, it all started when they found out that one of their cats wasn’t actually spayed and had gotten knocked up by a stray,” he says, “And Robin was like, ‘Hey, more cats, that’s a good thing,’ and Nancy was like, ‘No, our neighbors already think we’re crazy cat ladies.’”
“Uh huh.”
“So they compromised and decided they would keep one kitten and give the rest away,” Steve says, “So it’s less of a come give us presents for our baby shower and more of a please take our babies away shower. You know?”
“Oh yeah, one of those,” Eddie says, and Steve laughs.
“Hey, are you in the market for a kitten?” he asks. “Cause if you are, I totally know where you can get one.”
It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. “Honestly?” he says, “I’ve got nothing else going on. Why the hell not?”
Steve gives him another one of those radiant smiles and Eddie can’t help but hope he gets more than a kitten by the end of this.
(Not a Battinson post but) Brucie Wayne is such a solid cover story. I’m convinced that even if Batman was unmasked in public, Gotham would just be like “Oh no! Poor Brucie Wayne thought he could be his favorite hero for a day! Now, the Joker is going to hurt him D: Where is the real Batman so he can save the day?!” The JL would have a laughing fit in the watchtower, but deep down, they’d respect the fuck out of Bruce for developing such a good cover story.