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I don't have the energy to write this out but it cracked me up so greentext it is

> Eddie comes over for a party kickback and of course Steve cooks

> Eddie doesn't believe Steve made the food despite multiple reassurances from Dustin that he literally watched Steve make it with his own two eyeballs.

> "no, no see I remember good food and this tastes exactly like the stuff Mrs. Cooper brought over when Wayne had his little slip on the ice last year."

> Steve leans forward in interest. "Mrs. Cooper you say? And she said it was her recipe? Blue Pyrex? Nine by nine pan?"

> Eddie leans away from Steve's oddly interested look. "Er. Yeah? Said it was her Nana's award winning recipe. Had this beautiful story about how she came to America and learned english by copying old family recipes. It was really sweet actually."

> without further ado, Steve stands up from the table and leaves the room.

> everyone is deeply interested because Steve only gets that Look when he's about to be A Bitch (tm)

> complete silence across the table until Steve can suddenly be overhead from the kitchen

> "It's not about the pasta, Brenda it's the principle of the matter! No! No, i'll tell you what it's about! Its about passing of something as yours when it isnt. Sei un ladro! Sei fortunato che mia nonna non sia qui per vedere questo. See if I ever cook you a lasagna again you old bitch."

> Steve calmly returns to the table. "Don't bother returning the Pyrex."

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the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.

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a comic about brothers

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Part 1 | Part 2

Please enjoy this cute sapphic comic about accidentally adopting a werewolf from the pound based on this post. (Except I made it gay.) Meet Sabine and Jazz as they fall in loooove.

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I put together a label for my Film Noir blind bags :)) the pins just shipped to me and I hope to have them ready for the October Etsy shop update.

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【REUNION】

Sort of a messily drawn part 2 to this comic. People kept asking for the hug and i.....,,, I have a lot of feelings about reunion hugs ok. those hugs that are so emotional you dont even know how to hang onto the other person, or what to say. also i know realistically there'd be a fucking crater where Ingo stood after Emmet came in flying in like that, but we're here to have fun and cope.

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I had Octodads on the mind but I didn’t really know what to draw for them.. So I went with some wholesome hugs with the fam :}}}

Well, mostly wholesome. It wouldn’t be a Factual-Fantasy post if there wasn’t at least a little emotional gut punch in it somewhere <XD

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TW//

substance abuse, addiction, self medicating

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eddie munson does not trust steve harrington.

more specifically, eddie munson does not trust steve harrington to be driving his sheep.

now don’t get him wrong, eddie likes steve, he really does! they get along wonderfully and spend a lot of time together since dustin brought them together. thats not the problem.

the problem is that when billy hargrove rocked harrington’s shit a few years back, eddie gained a new customer. a customer who asked for “something stronger” because weed wasn’t helping his migraines and his night terrors.

when robin notices eddie staring daggers into the side of steve’s head because he watches him wipe his nose on his hand as he steps out of the bathroom, she tells him it’s a nervous motion to calm himself down. eddie doesn’t buy it for a second.

he stares at steve all night. waiting for his nose to start bleeding or to catch a glimpse of something dusty on his hand or around his nostrils. but he doesn’t say anything though. at least not until it starts getting close to curfew and steve is standing from the couch.

“alright, kiddos! time to pack up before your parents start to panic,” he claps his hands together before reaching into his front right pocket for his car keys. eddie’s up in an instant with a nervous smile, ignoring the groans of protest in the wheeler basement to focus on steve.

“hey, why don’t i drive the rats home? you- you said you’ve got an early shift, right? go home, go to sleep.” he hopes he sounds convincing. eddie shoves his hands in his back pockets, awkwardly rocking back and forth on his feet. steve’s brows pull together in confusion and he lets out a chuckle.

“it’s alright, man. you drove them, i can take them back,” steve says and shakes his head. eddie has to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“i just mean, you seemed tired during the movie. sort of…nodding off…” eddie can see the tension in steve’s body. his jaw clicks closed behind his lips and he’s suddenly staring at eddie with a stronger intensity than he would like.

“i’m fine, munson,” steve says firmly, quiet for only eddie. eddie holds his ground. this isn’t king steve, this is just steve. there’s nothing to cower from.

“steve,” he says softy, almost pleadingly, “i’m not okay with you driving them tired.”

“i’m. fine,” steve punctuates. his eyes are wide, hurt, as they flick between eddie’s. he knows he won’t back down.

“steve.”

after a few beats of silence, steve scoffs and turns on his heel. without even a goodbye to the group, he’s out of the basement and out the door.

eddie turns back to the party who’s staring at him like he has three heads.

“…okay. rats, buckley, let’s head out.”

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Thinking about something

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Fuck the system

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RAAAA

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Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933