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Thought about this today.

So long ass drug addiction Steddie fic idea.

Steve's always bought weed from Eddie and as far as rich jock assholes go, he isn't a bad customer. Eddie always overcharges because he knows the Harrington's are rich and Steve never notices or throws any slurs his way during the deal, which all in all, equals good customer.

After Steve's very public break up with Nancy, his face getting beaten in, and his fall from royalalty he turns up at Eddies trailer and asks for something a bit stronger.

Which Eddie is like yeah, sure, of course Steve probly intends to throw a rager, get back into the good graces of popularity, and probly find some beautiful girl to rebound with. Cool. Win win since Eddie could really use some of that Harrington wealth for himself since this asshole has so much of it.

So Eddie shows him the wears and asks what he wants, but Steve doesn't go for the coke or the MDMA or the real wild party drugs. He asks about the very big bag of special k that Eddie had just bought for a pretty penny. Eddie hypes it up a little, because well he is a businessman trying to make a sale and Steve looks keen on the whole 'peaceful bliss' spiel. So he asks how much Steve wants and he just kinda shrugs and shrugs and says "All of it?"

Which Eddie is more than happy to make a quick sale and move product but he isn't a monster and thats a lot of drugs and the last thing he needs is for a party to go south with kids ODing on drugs he sold them cause they don't know what the fuck they are doing. So he pumps the breaks a little and tells Steve he won't sell him the whole bag until he tries a single dose first, here, with Eddie showing him how much he should take so he doesn't OD later.

Steve is hesitant but agrees after Eddie assures him his uncle is on night shift, he can crash on Eddies bed if he needs to while Eddie works on his nerd shit. So Eddie measures out a bump and watches as the King of Hawkins High snorts drugs off his coffee table and its a bit surreal.

Steve is out of it, loopy and sedated so Eddie puts him in bed, puts on a record, and sits at the bottom of the bed with a joint and his campaign notes spread out to basically babysit the dude.

Once he looks over and Steve is glassy eyed but smiling in a way he hasn't really seen before. "How you feeling your highness?" Because he can't help but tease just a little and be a bit smug. And Steve just kind of let's his head loll towards him and smiles wider. "Great." And Eddie laughs and thinks that's the end of it but then- "It's like I know I hate myself, but I just don't care" and he is giggling while he says it but. Eddie thinks he has made a terrible miscalculation. He thinks maybe there isn't any big party.

He isn't sure what to say so he just let's Steve zone in and out and decides once he comes to, he will tell him the deals off and that the first dose was just on the house this one time. He continues working on his campaign, stealing glances at Steve every now and then who shifts from blank contentment to sad smiles and he thinks he sees him crying once or twice.

Eddie is feeling a bit shaken because like what the fuck Steve Harrington is crying in his bed high off his ass and smiling while he does it so he lights himself another joint or two and then he accidentally falls asleep.

When he wakes up Steve is gone, his special k is gone, and in its place is a fat wad of bills thats actually way more than the figure he gave for the price of it all. Eddie feels like utter shit because he thinks he just made a massive mistake.

Que Steve becoming an addict because he just wants to sleep and his life has pretty much fallen apart from everything he has ever known and now his drug dealer seems to be stalking him for whatever reason.

Would love to see Steve being an extremely functional addict slowly getting worse and worse (especially his memory and zoning out), with Eddie popping up everywhere and anywhere trying to look for signs of him falling apart and in active addiction but struggling to find the signs since Steve is still acting so fucking normal but he knows there hasn't been any parties, so where the fuck did all the drugs he sold him go? Also Robin makes things just a tad better on Steve and the Russian drugs make him slow his roll a bit, but well he is an addict so he falls right back into it. Would also love to see Eddie refusing to sell him more but Steve can always find another dealer and then when shit hits the fan with Vecna he is going through withdrawal cause he never restocked and he can't really just do that while babysitting.

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I’ve been watching Danny Phantom and I get it. I get it now.

This show loves to make some offhanded comment, not a hint of consideration or concern in its tone, and just moves on without addressing it like that wasn’t the most creatively horrific concept this side of Nickelodeon. Shit makes up wackass lore on the spot and then disregards it immediately after, asks fascinating questions then looks at you funny when you try to answer them.

I now fully understand how this show has legions of fans dedicated to taking this somewhat mid cartoon and running so far with the implications of the premise they created an entirely different show that’s so much more interesting I’m upset it’s not real.

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I’ve gone to the women’s restroom a lot in my life, and not once have I ever seen genitalia besides my own while there. No penis, no vulva, nothing.

I’ve literally seen a bathroom full of baby lizards, one time a whole fucking fish on the floor, and someone come out of the stall with a plate, knife, and fork like they just ate a meal before I’ve seen genitals. Why would I ever be worried about seeing some woman with her cock out

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Thinking ‘bout a Celeb AU where Steve & Robin are ‘dating’ cause they’re co-starring in a film where they play love interests and they’re full on media darlings, absolutely beloved

Cut to the biggest scandal of the year when Known Wife Girlfriend Guy, Steve Harrington is photographed hand-in-hand with a dark haired mystery girl, going to far as to kiss her before they spot the cameras and run

The tabloids are rife with speculation, twitter’s even worse, and Steve ends up pulling out of the promo tour for their movie cause of the harassment (they try to spin it like they’d broken up before those photos were taken, but everyone thinks Robin’s just saving face)

Imagine the world’s surprise then, when a video of Eddie Munson (a gaming streamer and amateur musician with a small, but dedicated fanbase) goes viral because someone sends him a meme while on stream that’s zoomed in on one of the photos and points out that from a certain angle, it looks like him. He laughs, of course, and tells the viewer they’re very creative, but it’s not him.

Then, still streaming, he calls his boyfriend over. Eddie’s boyfriend has remained a mystery to his viewers, with Eddie claiming he “doesn’t care for the spotlight,” on many occasions, so even an appearance from his torso is a Big Deal.

“What?” the guy says, shuffling into frame, voice distorted by his distance from the microphone.

“Look at this! Someone thinks it was me in that photo with Steve Harrington.”

Then, to the shock of everyone watching, Steve Harrington himself bends down into the frame and squints at the screen.

“Nah,” he says, “I don’t really see it.” He leans back up, kisses Eddie on the top of the head, and leaves.

“Well there you have it, folks,” Eddie says, trying to keep a straight face as his chat goes wild. “Couldn’t have been me, sorry.”

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They stand there for a moment just looking at each other. Raindrops hitting the pavement, and  Eddie’s musical ears hearing the rhythm he had come to cherish: tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

It’s the first time they’ve been face to face in months.

Eddie wonders if he might have fallen asleep on the couch, that it’s just a dream, and Steve isn’t actually standing at his door right now.

That thought is shattered as both men step forward into a firm embrace.

Steve squeezes Eddie so tight, like he also can’t really believe this is happening. He smells exactly like Eddie remembers; a mixture of his cologne, hairspray, and just Steve. He smells like home.

They stand like that for a while, neither being able to tell exactly how long as they’re lost in the feel of finally having each other in their arms.

When they eventually pull away, there are tear tracks running down both men’s faces. Steve moves his hands to cup both sides of Eddie’s face, and Eddie can’t stop his eyes from closing and savoring the feeling.

“I’m sorry too,” Steve whispers. Eddie’s eyes open and lock onto Steve’s own.

An invisible string pulls their lips together. It’s chaste, slow and sweet, savoring the feel of each other. Eddie feels like he’s been set on fire, body alight at finally, finally having the love of his life back. The rain is soaking them both, and they only pull away when Eddie notices Steve start to shiver.

Their lips pull apart, Steve still cupping Eddie’s face as he leans to touch his forehead to Eddie’s.

“We still have stuff to talk about. I can’t…I can’t go back to how it was before.” His face is wet either from the rain or tears, completely indistinguishable.

Eddie nods against the other man’s face. “You’re right. We do.”

Steve pulls away, not removing his hands from Eddie’s face.

“But I want to try again. Maybe we can both go talk to your therapist.”

“Janine.”

“Yeah, Janine. Or whoever. But…I want to try.”

“Okay, we’ll take baby steps.” Eddie’s face is practically split in half with the huge smile on his face.

The smile on Steve’s face slowly grows to mimic Eddie’s and he runs a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, baby steps. I can do baby steps.”

The hope Eddie had been clinging to, the hope he could now feel in its entirety, was a tidal wave. He had already been crying, but the relief in knowing that, no, it wasn’t over, it was only just beginning again, caused the tears to flow freely. Steve leaned forward and kissed Eddie’s cheeks, kissed away the tears.

When they first met, they didn’t even like each other. The jock and the freak. But then, all hell broke loose and brought them together, first as members of the party both had been thrown into, and then as the people they relied on most. They fell in love, and then they fell apart. The love was still there, but they both needed to figure that out for themselves.

Eddie stands to the side and motions him in. They’re on the same side of the door, no more barriers between them. Everything isn’t magically fixed, they both know this, but they’re making their way along that path.

Because sometimes things don’t work out, but sometimes they do despite every reason they shouldn’t.

The rain is still coming down. The door closes with a soft click, both men on the other side. Together.

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I'm having Thoughts.

How about Eddie having a stupid advice piece in Nancy's stupid newspaper that his stupid English teacher forced him to do if he actually wanted to pass English that year (he hated the 'he's got really bad marks, this is an academic charity case' vibes the teacher had when she explained to Nancy exactly what she had in mind and absolutely abhorred how she tried to explain it to him putting a nice spin to it like 'oh you're not bad at this, you just need structure. You'll see how you thrive here') but okay! Okay.

He can do it. He'll do it.

Surprisingly, he does it, and even more surprisingly, his advice piece becomes a really popular piece. No one knows it's him writing it, he uses a pseudonym, but still. It's nice to see that people read his 200 words answers to deep phylosophical questions such as: 'aita for telling my best friend that her new sweater is ugly'. That people think that his replies are witty, extra and funny. Perhaps he really is good at something, that is, writing?

Anyway when he goes to get his anonymous questions from the newspaper he starts seeing questions that look a lot like either Billy or Steve are asking for advice about what to do with a crush. But he hasn't told anyone that he's doing the advice piece!! Not even them

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Whenever Corroded Coffin play at a new venue, getting bigger every time Eddie is the only one with demands and the list is simple. 

Eddies princess gets anything they want.

The guitarist always looks particularly intense and the heart of the venue coordinator always sinks in the face of another potential diva groupie. 

"My princess gets everything and anything to make them comfortable. I don't care what it costs or takes. Got it?" 

So the coordinator tries to prepare for anything; bottles of expensive champagne on standby, the purest water they can find, plush cushions in the green room and dressing rooms. 

But the groupie never shows, just a guy in yellow sweater that politely thanks everyone, stays out of the way and smiles widely at the band as they give everything to the stadium crowd they were playing for that evening. 

They watch as Eddie descends into the back room after the encoure and grins at the guy. 

"Princess! You made it." He takes the man's face in his hands and kisses him softly like he was made of spun glass. "You OK? Do you have everything you need?" 

Steve has anxiety, and Eddie is an overprotective little fucker.

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Fuck you!

What do you mean that’s not how S2 went? And after that they went Monsterhunting, so Billy didn’t have to much time freaking out.

That idea wouldn’t stop nagging me so here it is. Hope you all having a great weekend! 💙

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Tlou ep 3 was so beautiful in every but especially because even after their deaths you can feel Frank and Bill’s spirits in their house. The open windows. The door slamming when Joel goes to their bedroom. When Ellie is playing with their things. The paintings on the wall. The song playing as they drive away. They are there. Their love is a presence. Death is not the end for them.

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LNC: STEVE HARRINGTON (inspo)

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The daggers aren’t supposed to exist. 

They’re stuff of myth, urban legends that don’t usually make it past middle school lunchrooms, whispered around tables amidst gasps and giggles. The daggers don’t exist because they shouldn’t exist; their function violates nature in the eyes of the most zealous and makes even the most progressive person deeply uncomfortable. 

The daggers aren’t supposed to exist. Eddie has one in his hand. 

He doesn’t know where he got it from. Maybe it was a gift, or maybe he found it somewhere. Every time he thinks about it too hard, his head feels like it’s swimming. 

It’s not his mother’s. Hers had a smooth brown handle and a straight blade. Eddie’s has a black handle and a jagged blade. Never mind the fact that hers disappeared from her hand after it was used, as the daggers are wont to do. 

Eddie hasn’t used it. His string is hardly ever visible, so it’s not an inconvenience. If he doesn’t think about it, he doesn’t have to deal with it, and he doesn’t have to use the dagger. 

Win-win. 

Eddie cuts the bedsheet after Dustin goes through the gate. The kid yells and yells and yells but Eddie ignores him. He thinks, and that red string comes into view, tied around his finger and heading… 

Not through the gate like he expected. 

It goes through the walls of the trailer, into the Upside Down- 

Shit. 

It’s fine. Eddie can do it. Eddie has to do it, even if he knows who his soulmate is. 

He hopes Dustin isn’t watching. Watching might hurt just as much. Eddie would know.

He raises the dagger, takes a deep breath, and cuts the string. 

There was no possible way he could have prepared for the pain. 

It shoots through every cell in his body, trillions of tiny voices screaming at him in outrage, in pain, in despair for what he just did. He keels over, his voice joining them, and curls in on himself, trying to find relief. 

There isn’t any. 

Especially when the sound of Steve screaming with him hurts more than anything in his body physically could.

When Eddie can breathe without gasping, he stands. He looks at the dagger, looks at the way its blade is stained red even though Eddie isn’t bleeding. Not in any way he can see.

He still wants to throw up from the pain.

He spots the remains of the string on the floor of the trailer, watches them snap up to his finger, wrap around it, and turn black like a fresh tattoo. 

Like his soulmate died. 

In that same instant, the dagger disappears from his hand. 

It doesn’t matter. He has to fight the bats. He has to make cutting that string mean something. He has to find a way to fix this. 

And he knows he’ll die trying. That’s the point.

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📸 6 new/old behinds the scenes photos of Joe Keery from Stranger Things Season 4 added!

🔗 https://joe-keery.org/photos/thumbnails.php?album=127

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Reblogging this as I know the TV show is coming out and hopefully people can get an idea if they should watch or not. Protect yourselves ❤

The Last of Us — Content and Trigger Guide

Overview: Blood, fungi, suicide, brutal murders, child death/family member death, torture, violence, gore, animal death, zombie related-gore, sexual violence, implied cannibalism, and a pedophile character.

Contains spoilers, but no mention of character’s names. Has been amended since the original post.

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