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Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé - "The Parthenon after the Storm"

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Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

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Incorrect Steddie Stranger Things - 15/? buy me a coffee?

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just a bisexual who doesn’t know he’s a bisexual yet and his lesbian best friend who has seen him fully check out the freak of the town multiple times

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Robin: Eat the rich.

Eddie: I do, every night.

Steve, from across the room: He's damn good at it too.

Robin: Oh God.

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Steve: Yeah, I used to like Robin but it didn’t work out.

Eddie: *Looks over at Robin*

Robin: *Dressed in baggy slacks and suspenders, a plaid button-up shirt, a blazer, thick-soled Doc Martins and a million chunky rings, bracelets, and chain necklaces.* *Choppy, short hair* *and a THUMB RING* *leaning against the wall next to Vickie* *clearly trying to be charming* *and kind of succeeding*

Eddie: I… can’t imagine why, honestly.

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“𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌!

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘,

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.” 🥀

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Just had to set a firm boundary with the floating demon skull :/

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redraw of a 2024 img

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would you please excuse me for a second? -

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Stranger Things ➯s1e08

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wip wednesday 8/6 | rooster x hangman 🛩️

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“I appreciate you not talking shit in there,” Toledo says. “With Jiffy.”

Jake hums in his throat. “You don’t have to sound so surprised about it.”

Toledo grins, wide and warm.

“God, pilots gossip more than all the old ladies in my hometown put together.”

“That’s the navy,” Toledo agrees.

“It’s not my fault the guy’s got a stick the size of Kansas shoved up his ass.” Jake shakes his head, feels a prickle of warmth in his ears. Just the memory of Rooster like that, feral and furious, makes him feel two kinds of pissed. It was three days ago, and ever since, Rooster’s kept a wide distance between them and been damn quiet on comms. Like Jake doesn’t even exist. “What’s his fucking problem, anyway? Apart from flying with the parking brake on.”

“You were pretty tough on him,” says Toledo, voice mild. Like Jake, he’s watching the ocean, the crowds. “I wish you’d quit pulling his pigtails and get on with it.”

Jake doesn’t dignify that with a reply. “I’m tough on any pilot who doesn’t pull their weight.” He takes a slug of beer.

Toledo glances behind them, clears his throat. “Listen. I’m not about to tell you what to do. I know you like talking shit, it’s your love language or whatever. But unless you want him to rip out your teeth with rusty pliers, I’d steer clear of any comments about his mom. His dad, too.”

“Why?”

Toledo’s voice drops, almost impossible to hear beneath the waves and seagulls and music from the bar’s speakers. “I’m pretty sure his parents are dead, Jake.”

“Shit.” Jake blinks down at his beer. That explains Rooster’s reaction, after everything else seemed to roll off him like water off a duck. “Really?”

Toledo nods.

“How do you know?”

“He’s only got one photo of them in his room. From when he was a baby. And when we were gaming one night, he said something like…” Toledo shakes his head. “Call it an educated guess.”

“He’s an orphan?”

“Shit, yeah.”

“Fuck.” In spite of himself, guilt pools in Jake’s gut. “Okay. Yeah. I won’t... yeah.”

Toledo nods once. “Good.”

“Not that it matters, when he’s avoiding me like I've got the plague.”

“Can you blame him?” Toledo fires back, and yeah, he’s got a point.

Still. “He could’ve at least had a drink with the rest of us.”

Toledo frowns. “He was here, Jake. You probably missed it, since you were busy making a fool of yourself at the pool table.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fair enough, he wasn’t here long. He just stopped by on his way.” Toledo gestures to the water with his beer bottle.

“He’s swimming?”

“Surfing,” Toledo says. He eyes Jake. “He keeps his board in his Jeep, so you don’t bite his head off about the sand.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Nice, Greg. Really nice.”

Toledo grins at him, all shit-eating and no remorse. “I learn from the best, Jakey.”

Jake just sips his beer, watches the water. Distantly, he thinks he sees a figure on a surfboard, dark against the white churn.

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wip wednesday 8/6 | steddie 🌃

🌃 modern AU / hot mess, post-breakup teacher steve / hot musician eddie / missed chances

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Eventually, Steve fielded the questions about himself. “I teach full time,” he said, topping up his glass of wine. “I think the last time we saw each other, I was at the tail-end of my masters, right before my practicum.”

“Really.” Eddie frowned at him, but it was playful, exaggerated. “King Steve the teacher. What grade?”

“Sixth,” said Steve.

“And you like it?”

Steve shrugged. “Love it.”

“God, man, better you than me.” Eddie turned to Robin. “He cooks, he cleans, he works a table within an inch of its life, and he knows how to wrangle eleven year-olds. Where the fuck did you find this guy?”

“Intro to business,” she said, flashing Steve a grin. “Before we both came to our senses.”

“Fuck,” said Eddie, reaching for the bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”

Things blurred then, just at the edges. Steve smiled and drank, sinking back into his chair. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this, mostly happy, like he was floating down a lazy river, drifting easy. The last time he’d gotten drunk it hadn’t ended well. Or started well, actually. But this was good. This was different. He was at Robin’s place, and Eddie wasn’t so bad, not at all.

They ended up back in the living room, pawing at the fancy bar of chocolate Steve had sprung for at the Whole Foods. “Hey,” said Eddie, after they’d poured out the rest of the second bottle. “I got a little something.” He went over to where his jacket was hanging on the coat stand, rustled around. Produced a thick joint.

Robin whooped, and Eddie howled like a coyote. Steve just shook his head and grinned, because they were too old for this nonsense.

But he watched as Eddie lit up, took a hit. The movement was so practiced, so feline, that yeah, okay, it was pretty sexy. Steve felt his face pulse, his jeans tighten, then Eddie looked up, met his gaze.

Grinned.

Shit, thought Steve.

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Hang it in the louvre or whatever

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steddie skull rock makeout session pre-season 4