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I hope today is good to you and if not I hope tomorrow treats you better

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i love eddie always pitying and judging the girls of hawkins high that fawn over king steve

only for years later after that one spring break, steve’s charm starts working on eddie a little too well and he’s suddenly like “holy shit i have to write apology letters to every girl i made fun of, they were right”

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a nice little life

written for @steddiemicrofic ‘rose’ wc: 367 | rated: T | cw: none

Eddie smiled from his rocking chair, the cool air twisting with the steam of his coffee. They’d made a nice little life of it all, he figured, seeing as how he never expected to make it to 25, let alone 50. Lord knows plenty of people (and a few supernatural horrors, if one was being specific) tried to stop him. He was alive from pure spite by now.

The grey sky couldn’t dampen his mood, not as long as those lemon-yellow overalls puttered about the yard. They’d have been garish on anyone else, but they were just right for Steve, his sun, his heart.

“I think this is the year!” Steve called, waving a trowel in the air. Time had been kind to him, evidenced only by the silver at his temples and the lines around his eyes. “This is the year the Eddie wins!”

“It’s not even spring yet, but I respect your confidence.”

“Yeah, but come look at this bush!”

Shaking his head, he stood, wrapping a calloused hand around his cane as he slowly made his way to the railing. He couldn’t move like he used to. Demobats did that to you.

He glanced at where Steve gestured. “That sure is a bush.”

“But look at it. You see those branches? Those are going to hold the good buds. I’ll submit those.”

“I’ve been familiar with ‘good bud’ once or twice in my day.”

“Roses are serious business, Eds. I’m not losing to that bitch in Hopkinsville again.” Steve’s glare was lovingly annoyed. “American Ingenuity is a stupid name for a flower. They weren’t even pretty.”

Eddie shrugged. “I’m telling you, I think she slept with the head judge.”

“Ew, they’re like 90. I don’t want to think about them having sex.”

The scrunch of Steve’s nose made him grin. “Come inside. It’s going to rain soon.”

Steve hurried up the steps, wrapping a dirty arm around his waist, but he didn’t mind. In a few months, this little house would be surrounded by a riot of colors, warm and inviting despite the thorns hidden in the leaves, a place built from years of love and dedication. It was theirs, and it was home.

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there’s just somethin about steddie, man…

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@griefabyss69 asked if anyone had written a fic where someone teaches el all the good swear words so i said:

gimme the fic where hopper’s like “you’re not allowed to hang out with dustin anymore” and then he marches up to steve’s house intending to be all “harrington control your sailor-mouthed son” but instead he finds steve and eddie shirtless in the backyard blasting music and covering each other in hickeys and he’s like, actually i’d rather have more war flashbacks than see that ever again. el, hang out with whoever you want i’m going fishing

cut to wayne and hopper by the river. hopper’s stiff-backed and his left eye’s twitching but wayne (who’s already caught eddie with a handful of boys by now and has given up entirely on the keep the door cracked policy in favor of just giving the kid condoms with a sex ed pamphlet or two) is relaxed as can be, whistling a tune and tapping his foot like he thinks he’s in a rocking chair, and he’s all “first time?”

“fuck off and get me another beer i don’t wanna talk about it”

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anxious-avoidant blogging style

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Do the birds know we grieve?

Do their lungs constrict with mine

in the warm agony, fighting to take in life

with each expansion?

Or do they look on with pity

at the glimmering light of our existence from

their circling far above, mocking in every cry?

“Look at me.

Look at what I can reach.

The tears cannot consume me in the sky.”

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EDDIE MUNSON Stranger Things, 4.05 | “The Nina Project”

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Therapy is risky because sometimes they'll just ask you their standard "why can't you, though", and you think you're making some good point by saying something like "well if I don't do anything with my life then what's the point of being alive in the first place" and your therapist gets that look on their face and you immediately realise that your dumb ass just got caught, pinned to the ground with your stupid-ass neck between the spikes of a pitchfork, and you are not going to wiggle out of there before you two unpack what the fuck you just said.

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Me: Alright I’m going to be super productive tomorrow!

Me, the second my alarm goes off:

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Anyways, Steve and Robin do one of those ‘Hear Me Out’ cakes and Robin puts Steve’s mom on it.

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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

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Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.

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Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on

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