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Chapter 7 prediction

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Party interactions, can't get enough of 'em 🦕🐏

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poor quality joke i spent too much time on the other day lol

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i think janitor should be the highest paying job in a society

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Raph and Donnie <3

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I heard this fantrack and then I couldn’t stop thinking about this theoretical secret boss fight until I drew something about it

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thinking about these goofballs (MY SHAYLAAS)

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the doctor getting to meet a future incarnation of themself in the tardis: im so happy for you and your ugly fucking console room im serious

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MAN_2.ogg

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Claudia had a small grudge against Eddie, not because of any of the satanism or murder allegations, God no she knows those are all false, baseless lies the grudge she holds he from when he came over to pick something up/ drop something off/ hang out with Dustin and Steve had been over helping with the yard work and the first words out of his mouth were

"what the hell are you doing here Harrington?"

She watched years of attempting to get steve to accept he was her son, of getting him to accept check ins and food to coming over to dinner to even staying over some gone in an instant

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when ur little brothers an aquatic turtle

close ups below

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im gonna kill myself [remembers that suicide jokes make people uncomfortable] uhh [in valley girl voice] im like soooo totally gonna blow my brains out... [waiting for polite laughter that never comes] sorry [remembering that i apologise too much and i need to work on that] No im not

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thinking about how hiccup holds his hand out to toothless and then closes his eyes and trusts toothless not to eat his hand and lets toothless choose whether or not he interacts and toothless hesitates for a bit before putting his face in hiccups hand and trusts him not to hurt him. and it is a consensual optional interaction based on mutual trust and understanding. and then the first line we hear after this scene is gobber saying "and with one twist, he took my hand and swallowed it whole" and the Parallels and the Themes and the Narratives im running in circles in my room

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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(Continuing in this universe and this one)

Eddie is not having an asthma attack.

Or well…

He’s trying not to.

He shakes his inhaler, brings it to his lips. He breathes in, holds it, breathes out, and…nothing.

Well, not nothing but it does very little to release the vice tightening in his chest. So Eddie finds himself back in the nurse’s office, cursing Midwest winters.

Nurse Martin hands him a nebulizer and sends him to sit in the back room while she goes to the office to call his uncle. Eddie thinks, well.

He thinks, at least I can suffocate on the comfy cot.

He thinks, are you kidding me??

There, on the only cot in the room that doesn’t feel like lying in concrete, is Steve Harrington.

Eddie thinks he might be sleeping, slack-jawed and eyes closed. He has a notebook clutched loosely to his chest, a poorly-drawn basketball court covered in random (to Eddie) X’s and arrows is on the page.

Eddie doesn’t actually say anything, just grabs a chair and drags it over to an outlet so he can plug the nebulizer in.

Steve’s eyes snap open as soon as he touches the chair and he watches him almost vacantly before saying, “Scene of the crime.”

Steve sounds tired. He looks tired. Eddie warns through wheezing, “If you have a seizure…”

“I’ll try not to,” Steve replies absently, frowning at the rasp in Eddie’s voice. “You sound like shit. What’s that thing you got?”

“Helps me breathe.”

Steve nods but he doesn’t get up. Fora while, the only sound in the room is the nebulizer.

“Pretty shit drawing,” Eddie eventually says when it becomes easier to breathe. He gestures to Steve’s open notebook, “What is it?”

“Not a drawing,” Steve hums, flipping the notebook face down. There’s a second where it seems like he isn’t going to eleborate but then the jock adds, “I figure Coach isn’t gonna let me play the rest of the season. I might be able to convince him to let me be an assistant coach.”

Oh.

That’s probably devastating for a jock.

“Sounds like you’re putting the carton in front of the horses, man,” Eddie hums with a wave. He’s going for comfort, not really sure that he gets there when he adds, “Not like concussions are forever.”

Steve stops Eddie’s waving hand and directs the nebulizer back to his face before saying, “The shakes might be the bigger issue.”

Ah. Well..

“Most people who have a seizure never have one again. Could’ve been a one-n-done.”

“Yeah, I know,” Steve says, rolling onto his back. He makes eye contact with the ceiling when he says, “I’ve had three.”