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Playing on rooftops since 1994. 🎸🎸

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The first time Wayne meets Steve Harrington, he is nine years old and it's Career Day.

Every year a bunch of people crowd into the gym to tell the kids what they do for a living. This year, Wayne drew the short straw and was sent to represent the plant he works at.

He wasn't expecting his measly poster board to attract a lot of attention compared to the other booths with their models and hangouts. So, it's a little surprising when a kid with big eyes and wild hair marches straight up to him and asks, "What do you do?"

"Plant work."

The kid tilted his head, "Like a gardener?"

"More like an electrician."

The kid stood up a little straighter. His eyes went a little wider the way that his nephew's eyes do when he was interested in something, "Like lightbulbs and wires?"

"Yeah," Wayne answered, and then was immediately assaulted by a series of questions.

The questions were specific like the kid had read a book on electrical work but hadn't quite wrapped his head around it. It made Wayne think of Eddie, many miles away with Al, and all his many weird special interests. He smiled but then the kid asked, "But what if you can't turn the electricity off first? Will you die? I'm Steve, by the way."

"Hi, Steve," Wayne said and then made it very clear, "You should not be messing with any wires without adult supervision. It's very dangerous and you can get hurt."

Steve just huffed at that and then ran off when he saw Mr. Hagan at his booth. He was giving out toothbrushes.

Wayne doesn't think much of that kid after he leaves the school. He doesn't have much reason to until there's a loud insistent knocking on his front door an hour after he got off shift a couple days later.

"...What are you doing here?"

"Hi, I'm Steve. We met before..." The kid said, fidgeting when Wayne just stared at him bewildered. "I asked Mrs. Byers at Melvards where you live. I see you there sometimes."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and Steve rushed, "I need a grown up with super-vision."

This was how Wayne found himself on Saturday morning in the front hall of the painfully empty Harrington household. Steve was beckoning him along and showing him a burnt outlet. He gave Wayne a very serious look, "I need help fixing it."

"Why don't you wait until your parents get back from...?"

"No!" Steve snapped at him. "I'm in charge! Dad said that I have to take care of the house and, and-"

"I don't think he was referring to something like this, kid."

"Yes, he was!" Steve insisted. "Cause I - 'Cause I told him that the lights were flickering when Mama called and he said to figure it out so. So, I got you. That's deli-gate-tion."

And that was how Wayne found himself standing in the Harrington basement with a flashlight and a kid with a death grip on his pant leg. Wayne was looking at the marks on the breaker box where the kid clearly tried to pry it open with a screwdriver when Steve tugged on his leg, "Can you see inside it with your super vision?"

Jesus, Wayne thought and then dedicated the rest of his day to showing this kid exactly why he should not be messing around with electrical wires and maybe. Just maybe, inspiring a future electrician. 

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Breaking Out 🎱💦

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"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?"

i love love LOVE the kas eddie theory so heres my take on it ahsjrjhsdtg

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Steddie girlfriends sketch spread :)

Obsessed with them <3

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Thank you @mardyart 🥺

Eddie ‘bowling league champ’ Munson

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guys!!!!!!!!!! radio!!!!!!!! robin and steve will be responsible for keeping hawkins people safe!!!!!!! with music!!!!!!!!!! it all makes sense!!!!!!!!! it’s not just a silly occupation for stobin arc!!!!!!!!! it’s the arc!!!!!!!!!!

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happy valentine's day! ❤️ prints x

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‘You’re mine,’ Eddie snarls, eyes flashing as he tangles his hand in Steve’s hair, grips it tight, makes his eyes water. ‘Mine to ruin.’ Steve smashes their lips together. ‘Ruin me, then,’ he pleads, hisses. ‘Do it. Fuck me up, Little Bit.’

"You're Divine" by Mommy @azrielgreen

Redraw of this old piece (below)

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✨ Prism ✨ fanart commissioned by @ghostdeb

This piece was an absolute joy to work on since this is one of my favourite scenes from my favourite fic EVER from @azrielgreen and @thorniest-rose 🖤🌈✨🖤✨🌈✨🖤 thank you so much for this beautiful and haunting fairytale !!!

And I hope that wherever he is the little one is safe and sound ✨~

Read it here !!!

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Hello there, writers and artists! Welcome to the Steddie Big Bang 2025!

The interest check is currently live and we'd like to encourage those who plan on signing up to complete it, particularly artists! Like last year, we will be using these numbers to help us determine the cap for this year's bang in order to keep things manageable for participants and mods.

Sign ups will begin Friday, March 15, at 12:30PM PT.

If you have any questions, please take a look at the guidelines and FAQ below. We’ve also linked to the Q&A with additional questions addressed here on Tumblr. For any questions not answered there, feel free to shoot us a message!

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in honor of black history month 2025, i’ve put together a list of books written by black sapphic authors for you to read in the month of february

non-fiction essays/memoirs:

all about love: new visions by bell hooks

black lesbian in white america by anita cornwell

sister outsider: essays and speeches by audre lorde

mouths of rain: an anthology of black lesbian thought by briona simone jones

blues legacies and black feminism by angela davis

does your mama know?: an anthology of black lesbian coming out stories by lisa c. moore

fiction:

the color purple by alice walker

loving her by ann allen shockley

the gilda stories by jewelle gomez

in another place, not here by dionne brand

pomegranate by helen elaine lee

the summer we got free by mia mckenzie

these letters end in tears by musih tedji xaviere

dead in long beach, california by venita blackburn

young adult:

honey girl by morgan rogers

escaping mr. rochester by l.l. mckinney

this ravenous fate by hayley dennings

faebound by saraa el-arifa

so let them burn by kamilah cole

where sleeping girls lie by faridah àbíké-íyímídé

adult:

the deep by rivers solomon

sweet vengeance by viano oniomoh

come back (love concealed) by terri ronald

house of hunger by alexis henderson

short stories:

girl, woman, other by bernadine evaristo

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw

additional info:

-> “why wasn’t this book listed?” probably because it wasn’t black sapphic-centric, the author isn’t a black sapphic themself, or i just simply haven’t heard of it! so feel free to add on if it meets those two criteria

many of these books require trigger warnings, especially some of the older ones that are more likely to feature racial struggles of the time. please do your due diligence and search for tws if you want to read them!

please feel free to add onto this list in the rbs or comments! happy black history month