[reblog account] | mmm, hyperfixation | 20 | writing acct: lumoschild | from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸 ❤��🤍💚
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the sluttiest thing a man can do is whatever this was
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shout out to green. somehow an underrated color despite being everywhere in nature. not enough real green appreciators out there. what can’t she do honestly. mint green sage green sea foam green forest green lime green!!! never have i ever met a green i did not like. true green enjoyers understand.
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One of the reasons why I love Steddie is how sweet Eddie was with Steve in the forest scene. That’s what got me into this ship. It was nice to see someone being patient and kind to Steve like that and it coming from someone like Eddie who viewed Steve so differently means a lot.
I loved how he told him how much Dustin looks up to him, making Steve smile and even after that wanting to joke around a little to make Steve laugh as well.
It was such a nice change, because all the other scenes we just see him bickering with someone or people making him seem stupid when he asks questions. Eddie didn’t make fun of him for not knowing Ozzy like he probably would have prior to things and instead let it be and called Steve cool. I love them.
#omg you're so right#that scene was always my favorite scene of theirs and you've so perfectly explained why#there was like a content feeling when I'd watch/see GIFs of it#and now I know why it stood out so much 🥰
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turns out my life purpose isn’t supposed to be as small and silent and accommodating and convenient as possible
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trump dies of congestive heart failure before being sworn in charge to like cast to reblog
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I'm curious--how do you guys go about creating your OCs?
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Steve gets a tattoo.
Eddie knows that cling film plaster patch anywhere. The thing is, no one is talking about it. Steve just shows up at the next get together with his damn bicep wrapped and NO ONE says a word.
So Eddie doesn't either, still too tentative in their friendship.
No one elaborates, no one mentions it. Days turn to weeks, and Eddie learns to ignore the burning question he has. They're still as close as ever, but he never does actually catch a glimpse of that tattoo.
He almost forgets about it.
Until he's on stage.
He's finally made it on stage, with his boys beside him, he's finally getting back his life, better than even before the bats had tried to take him out.
He's just adjusting his guitar, tweaking the strings, when he looks up into the crowd Jeff is hyping up and sees him.
There, amidst the crowd is Steve. Though for a second, Eddie can't recognise him.
His hair is styled differently, a faux hawk with the sides pressed down. Bold black-lined eyes peer up at him, crinkling at the sides as Steve smiles.
He's got on the leather jacket he and Eddie had thrifted a month ago, only the sleeves are gone, ripped off to show his arms, his guns. Boy are they guns, holy shit he loves Steve Harrington's arms.
Except, something breaks his line of vision, a streak of black along the skin.
Steve's not so far from the stage that Eddie can't see it. In fact, it's big enough that it's all Eddie can see right then.
Red and black glisten on that bicep, mimicking the very guitar he's holding, crossed over with that nailed bat that he's all too familiar with.
He looks up at Steve again and the fucker blows a kiss at him, as if he's not wearing a fishnet mesh under the leather vest and he doesn't have Eddie's guitar melded onto his skin.
Eddie plays the best damn show of his life.
He's got a boy to ask out after.
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After the upside down, Corroded Coffin joins a big battle of the bands competition going down in Chicago because they're getting some attention after he was arrested for murder. But the thing is, his injuries make playing guitar hard enough let alone singing at the same time. So the band is desperately looking for someone to help but everyone offering is doing it because they want to ask about Eddie and the serial killer. They're thinking about dropping out from the competition until one day, Eddie's catching a ride with Dustin in Steve's car and Steve starts perfectly belting out whatever's on the radio and Eddie does everything he can to convince Steve to join their band, including some major flirting because Steve's voice kind of makes him swoon.
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here are my favorite moomin comic panels because why not
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Being an artist is sutch a scam cuz its like an all consuming passion but then u gadda have atleast one more all consuming passion or else u have nothing to draw.
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Eddie’s live-streaming in bed one night, just talking stream of consciousness style, because he can’t sleep. He’s been rambling on for a few hours when Steve rolls over towards him and put his hand on Eddie’s chest.
Steve’s in that not-quite-awake state that usually leads to sleepwalking but this time, he’s just listing off either a grocery list or ingredients for a meal. Either way, Eddie stops talking and grabs a pen and paper to write down what he’s saying in case it’s important.
Steve finishes up by saying, “…tomatoes, pie, it’s a secret.”
“Ooh, a secret?” Eddie teases. “Tell me all your secrets, Stevie.”
He’s joking. He’s not expecting to get an answer because rarely does he ever get a coherent response from Steve when he’s sleep-talking. So it’s surprising when Steve presses his finger into the space over Eddie’s heart and says, “Remember when I broke your guitar.”
All the fond amusement in Eddie’s voice drops out of it, “Yes. I remember when you broke the guitar my mom left me when she died.”
“Dustin broke it,” Steve yawns, rolling away from Eddie onto his back. “Didn’t want you to be mad at him.”
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How well do you see color?
I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind
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my theory is dragons kidnap princesses for the same reason they hoard gold and other treasure, which is the perceived value and the bragging rights thereof. however, unlike precious metals and gems, human attractiveness is way more subjective, so you end up with dragons calculating the most valuable princess to nab and getting frustrated when their math doesn't check out...
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