love me some ed


No one asked for late night doodles but here I am uploading them anyway. Just wanted to do a personal take on them. Evidently, my take on them is mainly BTAS with hints of other iterations. I dig it. Have a good week ahead folks. :)


mrgoldsdearie  asked:

Flower shop AU: Oswald buys flowers at Edward's shop and immediately gifts them to Ed.

Oswald asked Ed what kind of flowers could mean “I really like you” and “Let’s go on a date” and Ed seemed kind of gloomy, thinking that of course, Mayor Cobblepot has already someone in his life and he was such an idiot to think he had a chance, but right after he paid for the bouquet of flowers, Oswald shyly give them to Ed who took a moment to understand, before blushing like an idiot when he realised ooOOHH

Baby Project

77. “I lost our child.” 

A/N: They’re about… 16-17 in this? Purely because… Home Ec is a highschool course. It also might be more… modern because I don’t think they had electronic children in the 80’s. ANYWAY I apologize if any of them seem OOC, I hope I can get the characterization down.


“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.” Eddie grumbled, etching Richie’s name beside his on top of the assignment in the ‘Partner’ blank space. 

Richie fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe I’m stuck with YOU.” 

The shorter boy shot the other a side glance. “I’m the only reason you’re getting an A on this project.”

 Richie narrowed his eyes a bit. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This baby will love me, Eds.”

 “Stop calling me that.”

 “You know, some people actually appreciate nicknames other people give them. You should try it out sometime.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, getting up to retrieve the electronic baby they would have to take care of over the long weekend. The teacher handed him a list of things to make the baby stop crying and turned it on

. ~ 

On their way home with their bikes, the baby started crying. Richie made a face. “Shut that thing up.”

 “Gee, this baby reminds me of someone. Oh, yeah, you.” Eddie retorted, picking up the baby and proceeding to ‘feed’ it. 

“I am way more attractive than that baby.”

 It finally stopped crying and the two boys made their way home. They set it down, deciding to get some homework done. It cried twice, both times Richie refused to get it, insisting that he “had more important things” to do. 

After about six hours of video games and tending to the ‘baby’, they decided to go to sleep. Around midnight, the baby started to cry. 

“Richie..” Eddie grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “It’s your turn..” The other boy groaned, covering his head with a pillow. “Richie!” Eddie hissed. He groaned, pulling the pillow more over his head. Eddie narrowed his eyes, mustering up enough strength to push Richie off the bed with his foot. He hit the ground with a soft thump, bringing the blanket and the pillow with him. 

“What the fuck?” Richie groaned, standing up. 

“You gotta take care of that damn baby at least once before I punch you.” 

“Damn, Eds, no need to be so violent. I’m the best dad ever,” Richie stated and walked over to the crying baby, before turning to look at Eddie. “What do I do?”

 “For fuck’s sake, Richie!” 


 “Here’s the list of things to do when it cries. Make sure it stops crying so we get credit for it. Got it?” Eddie asked, arms crossed in an attempt to show authority. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I got it,” Richie brushed it off, putting it in his bookbag and hopping on his bike. “See you tomorrow, Eds.” He leaned down and pecked Eddie’s lips before pedaling off. 

As Richie was riding home, unbeknownst to him, the doll had fallen out of his bookbag on a sharp turn. When he got home and realized it was gone, he panicked. He picked up the phone, dialing Eddie’s number. 

“Hello?” Eddie asked. 

“Eddie… I lost our child.” 

“You what?”



We are still kids but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

a poem #2

for @auberginewings on unrequieted love <3

sorry for the wait!

heartbreak is almost always quiet,

and before it happened to me i imagined it to taste

like sweetness on the tongue, warmth, the sound

of white noise and shattered glass,

the way winter can feel soft and darkness full.

but instead i found that it was like a stone’s throw,

a weight on your shoulders made not of warm blankets

or the scent of something bittersweet but of metal and bloodlust

and crooked grins with gazes that lingered a gasp too long.

i was nurtured to find happiness in pink lips and soft fingertips

and a beauty as radiant as the pull of heavens, so when i saw you i guess

it made sense that i was pulled to you just as the earth is to it’s very rotation,

just as humanity is to it’s very nature.

i saw you as the sun but you saw me as a shadow, the way streetlights loom and footsteps miss the glow,

you meet her at coffee-shops and in the corners of parties but you brush past me with little more than a gasp off soft lips on the way to eighth period,

it’s funny really, cruel, that i spent so much time thinking about you on this friday night in the middle of strobe lights and sickly sweet dreams, while i doubt i crossed your mind once, 

i wonder who you think about when you down vodka and hold your lips to her’s, or your mind to hell or your thoughts to anything but me,

i wonder why the hell i ever liked you so much, when there has been little starlight in your eyes, few smiles that mean anything but twistedness.

you found a place for me in your ribcage, not in the heart but in the hollow,

and you forced me to accept it without pity. 

hello @ ppl with eating disorders !! so i’ve been rly rly struggling lately and i thought it would b cool if we could all talk abt some positive recovery things tonight !!


Eight-year-old Blair is the girl on the bus that everyone teases. Chuck is the little boy that comes to her rescue. He, too, is an outcast of sorts, struggling to cope with the loss of his dying mother. Together, they invent an outrageous game of “Dare” to keep their spirits alive. Their game becomes a glorious mutual addiction. It binds them together as it tears them apart. As their feelings for each other grow through childhood into adulthood, each must decide if they are willing to finally acknowledge their love for each other. But can they ever stop playing the game?

AU: chuck and blair +  “jeux d’enfants” // ”love me if you dare”.