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don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."

Fucking wild to be teaching about Rosa Parks at the same time as a trans woman in Florida does an act of civil disobedience to use a women's restroom in the state capitol

isn’t it insane though how schizophrenic people are viewed as violent and dangerous by the majority of society when in reality schizophrenic people are nearly 14 times more likely to be on the receiving end of violence than to be the perpetrators…

Whoa, I never thought of fanart for Criminal Minds! This is so cool💜🍪

lil criminal minds fanart

Oh wow

Love this album

Happy 10yr anniversary!

Texas Toast Garlic Bread Pizza

(dinner request)

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Hey y'all, it's my bday! 🎉 *insert thunderous applause*

Lol, but, yeah, I'm older. And it's been a stressful year; but, I'm persevering and been trying to keep positive! So, today I'm going to have some fun and celebrate with the family.

Gifts and well wishes are greatly appreciated though 💜

( So, here's my PayPal link, if y'all wanna send anything:

paypal.me/Tanisha2199 )

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Watched Encanto...it was so GOOD! Bruno was my favorite. Which reminds me, I saw and have seen so much content for this movie. And, have a few headcanons

_I don't think anyone has mentioned Delores's room. I feel like it has windchimes or built-in soundproofing so she can sleep.

_I at one point, imagined Bruno saying Anakin's lines about sand from Episode II

_But, I also feel like Bruno actually liked his room when he got his gift. Like, since the rooms reflect them and their gifts, Bruno actually liked the tower and giant sand floor because if he wants to be alone, it wouldn't be super hard for him to get through his own room. But, Pepa could make it rain, and they make sandcastles and have picnics with Julieta's cooking.

_Ooh, what if Pepa's room had the 4 seasons, simultaneously.

_Julieta's room is a mix between Tiana's Place and an infirmary.