Freedom to Play

Sometimes... the world can be a little too much.

Neil posted this bonus clip of santa soap's naughty or nice quiz on his youtube channel and it feels very... personal

I come on Tumblr very briefly for a break and my Dash is almost nothing BUT Cougar!

Seriously.

Even people who have never before posted ANYTHING Losers are posting Cougar!

I’m pretty sure I missed a memo or something, so here, my little quick addition to all the sniper love.

Now I’m getting back to work.

Let's update this sketch! From 2014 to 2023!! What do you think??

You know how you pick up the mannerisms of the people you spend a lot of time with?

Eddie's a biter. Always has been. His friends have learned to accept that sometimes he'll just grab their hand and start nibbling on their fingers. They're startled on occasion when they get a chomp to their wrist or the meat of their palm, but it's just another Eddie thing.

Steve thinks it's cute when Eddie nips him, when he just bites into his shoulder and stays there for a moment, the sting of his teeth dampened by whatever shirt Steve is wearing. When he takes one of Steve's hands and just gnaws on his finger in a decidedly unsexy but still endearing way.

And then Steve starts doing it.

The first time, Eddie is hunched over the table, his hair pulled up into a loose ponytail while he paints miniatures for the next campaign.

Steve comes up behind him and drapes over Eddie's back, being sure not to jostle him or mess up his work, and then he just. Bites into Eddie's ear. Doesn't nibble it like he does when he's trying to get Eddie hot and bothered, just takes it between his teeth and holds it.

And Eddie freezes for a second before letting out a delighted "Oh!" His paintbrush falls onto the worn surface as he turns to take Steve's face in his hands, and he pulls the younger into a hard kiss. Steve chuckles into it even as he kisses back, but Eddie pulls away after just a moment.

"No one's ever bitten me back before," he says, eyes shining with delight, and Steve just grins.

"Well, I just thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine, critter."

Eddie just laughs before tugging Steve into another kiss, and yeah, Steve sees a lot more biting in their future.

Hey so can people stop trying to make Eddie dirty/unclean/unhygienic in fics just because he lived in a trailer park?

The trailer was cluttered, not messy. There was a basket of clean laundry by the washer. His t-shirt and shoes were sparkling white. His hair was a little ratty, sure, but it wasn’t greasy.

“Oh but the trash on the countertop!” So? It was papers and wrappers that was cleared in two handfuls, not six month old mouldy fruit.

“Oh but the mattress!” Take the sheets off your own mattress right now and tell me that it’s as clean as the day you bought it. Sweat makes stains. Spilled cola makes stains.

Poor doesn’t equal filth.

I grew up in housing. Being poor makes you value what you have.

I love the steddie fandom's absolute dedication to collectively not just ignoring canon but active insistence that canon just... doesn't matter. Not that whatever happened didn't happen, but just that it straight up doesn't matter. Character existed for 42 minutes of screen time? Doesn't matter. Characters only interacted a couple of times on screen? Doesn't matter. Anyway here's 16,400 fics and thousands upon thousands of artworks in the last 6 months. That's some real old school fandom vibes. That's the good shit I've missed. Keep it up you funky little gremlins, I love this for us

Cat dad Eddie who was adopted by a weird looking skinny white cat with half an ear and a crooked tail. The thing was mangy as hell and stank to high heaven, but Eddie had watch it repeatedly go up to people, meowing and purring only to be met with disgusted looks and occasionally things being thrown.

Eddie could relate.

So he sat outside the front of the trailer wounds aching at the position until the little cat plucked up the courage to approach him. He rewarded the bravery with pets and pieces of chicken from his lunch time sandwich and didn't flinch away when he got a whiff of the cats rancid fur.

After a few days the cat was waiting for him to shuffle out onto the porch. He'd clearly decided enough was enough and darted through the open door into the trailer itself, exactly where Eddie wanted him.

Wayne was...less than pleased but shook his head fondly. Eddie had picked up another stray.

Steve nodded to Wayne when they passed; Steve going in and Wayne on his way to work. He frowned at the little "good luck, son" which soon turned into alarm at sound of splashing water and swearing coming from the tiny bathroom.

The four large strides took only a second and Steve was greeted to the sight of a pale, soaked looking Eddie and an even paler soaked looking cat. Clearly the stinky cat he had been talking about luring in only days before.

Steve sighed and rolled up his sleeves, fully preparing to be used as a scratch post.

"Let me help and we can find something to dry him off with." Hos soft hearted boyfriend grinned in gratitude.

"She's a girl." He said, running a finger between the cats mangled ears. "She got into someone's garbage I think. She's just hungry."

Half an hour later the cat, preciously a dirty brownish grey, had revealed herself as pure white and forgave both of them the traumatic bath as they placed a bowl of chicken between them on the couch.

"Welcome home, Menace." Eddie muttered tiredly, eyes slipping closed as the exertion of the day caught up with him and the cats loud purr lulled him to sleep.

Menace, Steve thought. Great. Now there are two of them.

This reminds me so much of a cat we rescued. The door to the shelter I was r opened slightly and this black cat was thrown on. She started licking herself and then we thought she was Grey.

It wasn't until we got a hold of her that we realized she had been covered on gasoline. She was a pure white cat and she became the most sweetest loving lady. Her name was Sylvie.

EDDIE MUNSON | MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL I was making this when @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction sent this post to me and yep, I agree.

Look, I appreciate a confident, competent Eddie as much as the next person. I’ll gobble that shit up in fics. But for me, Eddie Munson is a pathetic little freak. He’s a wet rat man. When describing Eddie, you could use the term “scampers”. He bites, and not always in the sexy way. That boy blushes and fumbles whenever Steve so much as smirks at him. He’s a nerdy little virgin who talks a big game and acts like he knows what he’s doing, only to come apart the second Steve so much as lays a hand on him. He’s a horrible little gremlin, and I LOVE that about him. That’s MY Eddie Munson.