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#poll#polls#tumblr polls#blog#another family poll!#both sides of my family are rural catholic farmers and both my parents had over half a dozen siblings each#and most of them Also had multiple kids#so im pretty sure i have somewhere between 30-40 first cousins#so whenever i hear someone say they only have like One cousin its always so crazy to me lmao#also i know some people might have adoptive or step-cousins they consider cousins (which is totally fine for this survey!)#but i just realized that i dont know any of my step moms relatives#so i actually have no idea if i have any step-cousins or step-aunts/uncles#(im just not very close to my step mom + she's polish and ive never been with her and my dad when theyve gone to poland)
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Scenario: you want to hang out with your friends. You shoot them a message and they all agree. You also offer to drive. Question is,
“I can’t drive!” Pretend you do for this one post. This is about the mindset, not the reality.
Plz reblog <3
#had another argument with my family and I’m actually curious how prevalent this mindset is#tumblr polls#random polls#poll time
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#yes i do realize there is more than these 10 characters#but i can only do ten#i just chose one woman from some of my favorite sitcoms#sitcoms#the office#parks and rec#friends#schitt's creek#new girl#modern family#community#abbott elementary#it's always sunny in philadelphia#seinfeld#another poll bc im obsessed w making them lol#polls#my thoughts
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one of a kind living in a world gone plastic
baby you're so classic
@most-tragic-character-tournament
(all my thoughts in the tags)
#anyway i found their theme song and lost my mind#tragedyshipping#lloyd garmadon#ninjago#antigone#tagamemnon#pollshipping#i'm gonna be thinking about this for the next hour before i go to sleep#i just wanted to make a playlist for them i didn't think i would find a perfect fit#they have taken over many of my braincells and i can't even complain this is the enrichment i needed#all i'm saying is the idea of a movie trailer for these two is taking shape more and more and this should 100% be the accompanying song#not even a full trailer because that would take forever but like. a 30 second TV spot. family drama. them not really getting along at first#(e.g. glaring at each other while being forced to dance or something)#but then warming up to each other on the road because road trips have my soul when it comes to movies ok#i want them to stargaze in the bed of a hotwired pickup truck while on the run from people who demand bloodshed (a poll winner)#the slow(?) burn of not wanting to be in this mess to actually enjoying spending time together to something more#(trailer/commercial ends on or just after “baby you're so classic” with the cut to the title and in theaters date)#maybe most of the tv spot is them arguing and making life hell for one another but it's hard to deny there's something more brewing#(one of the reviews is just ''A modern classic'' because i think i'm funny)#i really want the title to be a play off of them meeting through the tragic tournament but it's completely different from the tone i want#''tragedy: null and void'' is a fun one#i've never been the greatest at titles if they don't hit me like a truck#anyway hi folks i'm sorry if you have no idea what's happening and see this in your tags#willowarts
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idk if it's a fun fact or not but! Right's favorite color is green. He never wears green but it's his favorite color. then I've been working on silly emotes for my OCs and they're "disappointeddad" and "tryme".
(Also there is an AU where these two are knights along with Paul and Evelyn while Brent/Caspian/Atticus are princes. Chris is basically Caspian's personal guard while Right just runs around trying to do everything to stay busy even when not on duty which stresses Chris out. But since he's kinda busy with the crown prince it defaults to Paul having to babysit Right.)
#my characters#oops i fell in love#genuinely shocked ocs has such a high percentage on the poll i did NOT expect that#bu this isn't even due to that it is just starting to get stormy and im just.... gonna have to shut down soon#and was craving chris today#so he gets an emote and also another doodle with right#bc i dont draw them together enough and that right there was the closest he had to a friend in his mind before brent#like chris was SO proud to be the one right would vent to bc that meant he was trusted AND not the reason right is angry#then hes like oops gotta swing by work on my off day and this is a problem because dottr#so he brings his SWEET LIL GIRL into work who immediately decides right is the nicest person ever and she loves him#and chris is like please anyone but him#but alas he loves his daughter and he adores his work children (p much everyone else) so he allows angel#also fwiw karen is not actually as much of a physical menace as it might seem#like sure she craves the murder as a warlock in a fictional setting but she honestly is v gentle#she might push and shove at paul some times but thats bc thats basically family and then#she just cuddles up next to him when sleepy at a bar bc they always sit next to each other#and it shocks no one to see her falling asleep on him and she is just a usually patient person !#but come on right is a menace verbally and she can only put up with so much until he stops being such a dick
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Looks like Idia found the courage to come COMPLAIN at Jade for taking over last poll.
Jade is following protocol, of course 😌
I think Idia forgot about the mistletoe part, and got a little caught off guard 🫢
#cereal tries to draw#twst#uhh i have no idea what to tag this one lol#idiajade#whatever close enough lmk if there's a better tag jkfdshklgj#shipping#anyway yayyy we are getting more third years on the scene now 😎#rip to the first years theyre almost completely isolated in my mind palace JKFHDSLKJGH we'll see if we make it to them...#silver/idia gets another chance at life...#but can they overtake... well tbh i have no idea what to expect anymore LOL#also i put riddle here just bc i think it would be Extremely Funny considering how they never get along ever jkflshkljdsklfj#riddle and cater keep ending up on every poll can you tell i Love Them jksfjklshfjk#i might get to the next part a little later bc#well im setting this poll at midnight ajdflskh and ill be visiting family the next few days#ill have my tablet w/me but this one may come a day later#ill probably keep it going past christmas too bc im having fun with it lol#I LIKE DRAWING. SILLIES...#i do need to go to bed tho oops i kinda neglected other things for this TEEHEEEEE anyway#surprise me with your votes.
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Question for no particular reason if someone, not me, hypothetically wrote a fix it fic where Izuku goes back in time to save a young Tenko, would you, the audience, prefer that to take place BEFORE Tenko kills his entire family with Decay or AFTER
#I actually am curious bc like. The fix it fics I have seen with this premise all take place AFTER Tenko kills his family#And I do feel like it would be more fun to write from that point forward#But if it were before. Tenko would still have his sister and his mom and his grandparents and his DOG. You know?#And the plot hole that comes to mind is why wouldn’t Izuku go back to before Tenko killed them all#If he has the ability to time travel anyway he’d want to save Tenko’s family too right?#But Izuku taking Tenko under his wing or placing Tenko in the care of another hero is also so good……#AGHHH. AGHFHDH. DECISIONS. I MEAN HYPOTHETICAL DECISIONS.#If it’s after Tenko uses Decay I could probably figure out some way to fill that plot hole. Maybe Izuku just couldn’t go that far back#If it’s before tho that would also be fun bc Kotaro would face repercussions too 😏#Thoughts for after the poll ends I suppose 🤔#BNHA#MHA#Anyway I’ve come to respect and appreciate Shiga as a character and a villain a lot more#But GODDD I wish he became a hero. I wish someone had saved him#Izuku would have. Hence the time travel. Lol#Shima speaks
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EDIT: just realized that i should clarify something. what i meant by "feel bad for nie huaisang :(" was that jiang cheng felt bad for nie huaisang after nie mingjue died, because having to assume the burden of sect leadership while still grieving was something jiang cheng understood as well.
that poll option does NOT mean "jiang cheng thinks nie mingjue is abusing nie huaisang" or whatever. i should have made that clearer and i'm only realizing now my phrasing was in fact Dogshitte. i'm sorry.
#mdzs#jiang cheng#nie mingjue#do you ever think about how. after wwx fucked off with the wens. all the other sect leaders started grilling jiang cheng#who wasn't even there when wwx threatened everyone?? he had to figure out what happened from context#judging from the narration it seems like that was the first night in a long time he was able to go to sleep on time too#instead of pulling another all-nighter. and then this shit.#and when jc tried to argue that he and wwx did owe the wen siblings a debt for saving them#nmj shut him down immediately. “their family killed your parents. where is your filial duty?” an entirely reasonable view given the setting#but also. damn. rip. jc you were a teenage leader with zero experience. no one should expect you to stand up to them. sorry dude#if i were jc that would color my perception of nmj and the rest of them for a while#also if i were jc. and i was co-raising my only nephew with my co-sibling-in-law i dont know that well#and his sworn brother flipped his shit and yeeted him down the stairs. well i would be a lot more worried about my nephew's safety#given that my nephew is spending half his time in jinlintai!!! jiggy keep chifeng-zun away from him!!!!!#who knows maybe they covered up the stairs incident. even though it happened in broad daylight.#yanyan polls#these tags ended up being kind of negative so i think ill forgo the ship tag this time
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Favourite Episode Masterlist
#tma#the magnus archives#tma poll#tma season three#tma season 3#mag 81#tma 81#mag 97#tma 97#mag 101#tma 101#mag 111#tma 111#a guest for mr spider#we all ignore the pit#another twist#family business
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Taglist : @aintinacage , @trapezequeen , @genericficerblog and anyone else who wants to vote or express your opinion.
#bluey#bluey heeler#bingo heeler#bandit heeler#chili heeler#heeler family#bluey polls#my polls#don't be shy to express your opinion 😊#another wrong writing spell from me 😅 there isn't “i” on the last poll
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Like a lesser hero in a fantasy tale, the night was cut clean in two by the dull glow of a flashlight beam, flanked by two boys. It was an odd pastime but a familiar one to them. They had grown at home in the strange dark places of the town, aware of what might be lurking in the shadows between the pines.
Eddie, the first boy, with his hair and clothes as black as the forest floor, shook the silent woods with the intermittent clatter of his stainless-steel rings on the metal shaft of the light, his makeshift weapon. Each ring was a treasured yet well-worn possession. The ear of the pig ring and the temple of the skull were permanently scratched from the repeated action.
Steve, the other boy, was more prepared. He came brandishing a baseball bat, its wooden body a sister to the surrounding trees with a halo of gnarled nails, hinting at the more sinister air of their surroundings.
Unlike Eddie’s fantasy games, the backstory didn’t matter. It was the reason the boys were there, of course, but it was also the imminent threat they didn’t wish to speak of. In their shared pasts, there had been portals to other worlds, monsters beyond human comprehension and near-death experiences that’d brought on the winter of Eddie’s life, and the spring of Steve’s.
Eddie had spent the past month jumping at shadows in the corner of his new bedroom or in the woods beyond the trailer park. Steve, on the other hand, had bloomed beautifully and brutally before Eddie’s eyes. Before the Upside Down, he would look at Steve and all he’d feel was ire, righteous indignation and a small yet frustrating, pang of lust.
When he looked at Steve in the yellow glow of the torchlight, he saw a man who’d come when Eddie called, in the middle of the night, with haste and a plan. He saw someone who believed in him or at least, cared enough about him to go willingly into the night when Eddie had reported seeing sinister shapes shift past his window.
It was enough to get Steve to leave the confines of his isolated mansion and slum it with the poor folk down in the proverbial trenches. Eddie now saw a man he very well might be in love with. Jagged shadows cast by stray branches sliced across his face, resembling the snaking vines of the Upside Down. The boys had barely escaped the place and every moment after felt as though they were living on borrowed time.
“What’d you say we do one more loop past the old train tracks and call it a night?” Steve asked, at last, his body sticking close to Eddie’s side. He felt a pang of guilt for dragging Steve out of bed, again, just to find nothing.
“We can head back now, I’m probably going crazy, man.”
“No, I wanna check. Otherwise, it’ll bug the hell outta me. We’ve all been a little crazy after everything we’ve been through. I mean, I’ve almost died like ten times. Think the eleventh time might be the one that sticks- you know?”
It reminded them of another night, in another world. It had been a quick yet intimate conversation with a stranger. If we get out of this, Eddie had thought at the time, I might actually want to get to know this guy. Months had passed. He still felt like he didn’t know Steve enough to say what he wanted to say, but Steve needed to hear it.
“That’d be a real bummer, you know? If you died. I wouldn’t have anyone to go on long walks in the moonlight with.”
The two boys had fallen out of step with one another. Steve had charged forward in the semi-darkness leaving Eddie a few paces behind.
“Nancy would come with you. After the first time, when Will and Nancy’s friend went missing, she’d swing by my house, and we’d sit on the deck chairs watching the pool. Honestly, you might be better off with her. She’d bring a gun,” Steve spoke, tossing the jagged bat from hand to hand, with the skill of an ex-high school sports star.
“Why is it you and I always end up in the woods trying to set each other up with Nancy goddamn Wheeler?” Eddie spoke disbelievingly as he jogged to catch up with Steve. He laughed, his hand bumping Eddie’s side as the two fell back into step.
“She’s not my type, Stevie. You can have her,” Eddie tacked on, trying to defuse some of the tension that had arisen between them, skimming his light amongst the trees.
“I don’t think she’s my type either. Well— not anymore. We tried it. It didn’t work out. We wanted different things,” Steve admitted.
Once they reached the train tracks, Steve surveyed the old wood and rusted metal. The place also had history. He could smell freezer burn and rotten meat on the breeze. When looking at Eddie’s profile he felt a sudden charge to the air like the calm before a thunderstorm.
He thought of a conversation he’d had years before with Dustin on those very tracks. He knew with sudden certainty why he’d hauled himself out of bed in the middle of the night, once again to chase Eddie’s hunches. He and Dustin had been talking about love. He gave himself the same advice he’d given the kid all those years before.
Don’t fall in love. It’ll only break your heart.
“Right, you wanted that whole hoard of kids and an R.V. vacation thing? Three girls, three boys. A whole brood of Harringtons,” Eddie breathed, kicking up dirt and leaves with his shoes. Steve shot Eddie a perplexed glance, surprised he’d been listening and shocked he’d remembered the statement word for word.
“Right, yeah. I know, make fun all you want, dude. It’s crazy I know.” Once more, they fell out of step.
Eddie stopped while Steve kept walking, playing the role of a funambulist, his hands outstretched as though standing at a great height as he walked foot over foot across the thin metal.
“This might surprise you Steve but for once I wasn’t going to give you shit,” Eddie replied, walking beside Steve, jumping from wooden beam to wooden beam.
The metal track gave Steve a good half inch of height, making it so that for once the two weren’t eye to eye. Eddie kept flicking the light between the vast track ahead of them and the empty woods behind. He still felt as though any moment something could burst through the cracks in the earth left in the wake of the quake and drag them back down into Eddie’s personal version of hell. He couldn’t help but think of Steve’s words. The eleventh time would stick. Eddie didn’t know what he’d do without him.
“So, what do you want?” Steve asked, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. When his answer didn’t immediately present itself, Steve continued.
“I mean, you know what I want. Six nuggets, touring the country. What do you want?”
The question startled a scoff out of Eddie. It wasn’t as though anyone had bothered to ask him that before. He didn’t know.
“I’ve got no clue. I’m not like you. I don’t sit around thinking about the future. I’m just trying to get through today,” Eddie confessed, speaking more candidly than he’d intended.
“Alright. You don’t know what you want to do with the rest of your life. That’s pretty normal, but having nothing? Dude. You’ve gotta have something. Let’s start small. What do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind having breakfast with my uncle and spending some time with the kids and the band. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to see you, hopefully under some better circumstances,” Eddie explained as Steve misstepped, almost falling from his perch.
He corrected himself, placing an outstretched hand on Eddie’s shoulder for balance. Eddie tried not to preen beneath the other boy’s touch.
“I like the sound of that,” Steve confirmed, daring a glance at Eddie.
The storm within him continued to brew. Eddie’s plans for whatever small future stretched out before them involved Steve, which was more than he’d gotten from anyone else.
Nancy wanted a career in investigative journalism. She wanted to change the world for the better. It was a noble goal. One Steve had admired endlessly but he couldn’t help but feel like a small child asking for a seat at the grown-up table when trying to compete with the hopes and dreams of Nancy Wheeler. For her, he would’ve changed his dreams to play a small part in her life, but he’d come to realise that wasn’t a good way to love.
Every relationship Steve had went to hell eventually. He didn’t want the same fate with Eddie. He wanted to continue walking the fine line between friendship and whatever awaited them on the other side of the electric storm. Steve didn’t know if he was ready for all the complications being in love with Eddie would entail. It’d wreak havoc on his sense of self and take a hatchet to his dreams of white picket fences. That was on the slim chance Eddie felt the same way about him.
When Steve looked at Eddie he felt as though he were back at the bottom of Lovers Lake. To love Eddie was to drown beneath the crushing weight of possibilities.
“You okay?” Eddie asked, a hint of concern in his tone.
It was only then that Steve realised he’d stopped walking, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket.
No. Steve was far from okay, but he couldn’t voice it without ruining everything.
“I need a minute,” Steve muttered, stumbling back from Eddie, removing his hand as though he’d grabbed the wrong end of a hot poker.
He’d moved on instinct, forgetting where he stood on his precarious perch. He tumbled ass backwards off the train tracks, trying to save whatever sense of dignity he had left by scrambling to his feet quickly. He heard his bat clatter to the forest floor as he headed off into the woods, unsure of his direction. He needed space to sort his head out.
There were only two ways Steve knew how to face a crisis; two base and primal instincts, fight or run. Eddie wasn’t a wayward creature that devoured cats or a schoolyard bully. He couldn’t punch himself loveless and doing anything to hurt Eddie was worse than torture.
Steve wanted Eddie to hit him. It’d shake loose some of the tension in his chest at the sight of the boy’s brown eyes; the eyes that reminded Steve of the deep warm wood that was fashionable in homes during his childhood. The familiar floorboards of the entryway where he’d lay with Tommy after hours of swimming, drip-drying on the wood, warping it to the shape of their bodies.
Eddie’s eyes reminded him of home. Not the place he’d grown up in, but the sensation one felt when they recalled a fond memory, years removed from context and complications. Steve couldn’t imagine a future where Eddie would hurt him, even if that’s what he wanted.
He did what he did best. He ran away.
Without Eddie’s flashlight, the woods were a gaping maw of some unseen creature. Even the breeze on the back of his neck felt warm. Steve collapsed at the base of a tree and searched his pockets for a lighter. He didn’t bring his cigarettes but there was something soothing about the weight of the object in his hand and the repeated action of sparking the flint and extinguishing the fire with a twist of his wrist.
Steve heard approaching footsteps signalled by the crunch of leaves underfoot. He prayed Eddie wouldn’t ask why he’d run. If he asked, Steve knew he’d tell him. Then they’d both be screwed.
Steve tried to spark the lighter again, but no flame would ignite. It was out of lighter fluid. Just his goddamn luck.
“Steve?” Eddie’s voice echoed through the trees.
The direction was all wrong. Eddie’s call came from a distance. The footsteps were close. Right goddamn on top of him. Fuck.
Steve acted fast, fumbling in the underbrush, trying to find a weapon. He grabbed a stray branch with enough heft to wield. He was good at making use of what he had. He held the wood aloft, scrambled to his feet and fumbled with the lighter, desperate to get one last spark out of it. He knew how much the creatures hated fire. In a way, he was thankful that he knew what he was dealing with for once.
The swiftness of the footfalls and the length of the shadows cutting through the blackness let him know within seconds he would be face to face with a full-sized Demogorgon.
Steve felt the creature before he saw it. A sudden force collided into his body knocking him from his feet. He had just enough time to get the jagged end of the stick between himself and the creature. He felt the branch wade into the creature’s soft flesh.
Eddie called his name once more, drawing the creature's attention away from him. Steve had an opening.
His trembling hands flicked the lighter again. This time, for a brief and brilliant moment, it sparked. He shoved the naked flame against the creature's wound. He wasn’t sure if he’d hurt it or just made it mad. It thrashed and writhed, grabbing at Steve’s body, and pounding him into the damp earth. Now Steve had its attention.
He tried to strike out but this time the monster was too quick, its body bared down on Steve and before he knew it, he was face to face with the monster's strange unfurling flesh mouth and razor-sharp teeth. So, this was how he’d die.
“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered as two shifting figures caught his attention.
Steve was pinned to the ground by something that looked fresh out of his nightmares. The others had told him there were more things out there than the bats and demonic, skinless hell-wizard they’d faced but Eddie’s mind had never been able to conjure a creature that would match the true beast before him.
Steve was doing his best to keep the creature at arms-length. A rotted wooden branch cut at the palm of Steve’s hands and had gone straight through the thing’s body. Eddie scoured his brain, trying to remember everything he’d been told about the creature. Heat. They hated heat.
Eddie had grabbed Steve’s bat as he followed him. He’d wanted to be the kind of person who could give Steve space but every fibre of his being had told him to chase after the boy so he had.
He dropped the flashlight to free up a hand and searched the pockets of his jacket, thankful he always had his lighter handy. He knew Steve would be pissed if Eddie torched his favourite weapon, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d rather have Steve pissed than not have him at all.
He set fire to the bat, throwing more hellish shadows over the wicked tableau of the snarling beast and the desperate boy pinned beneath its grasp. The smell of burning wood and flesh hung heavy in the air. He had the element of surprise on his side.
The flaming bat collided with the creature’s skull sending it reeling. It let out an inhuman whaling that scattered the nightbirds. Eddie readied the bat to swing again, expecting the beast to charge. Instead, it ran off into the blackness of the night. It’d finally happened. What they all knew had been inevitable. The Upside Down, and in turn Vecna was back. Though for now, he and Steve had brought themselves time.
Eddie watched as Steve sat wide-eyed but seemingly unharmed. He guessed Steve Harrington had more lives left in him yet. Thank Christ.
“Please tell me that looked as badass as it felt,” Eddie breathed trying to alleviate some of the tension between them.
He dropped the bat, snuffing out what was left of the flame and moved unthinkingly to pat down Steve’s body, checking for wounds. He had a gash on his forehead and a split lip, but he’d live.
“It looked pretty badass,” Steve confirmed and froze as Eddie’s hands raked through his hair.
“You’ve got something in your...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he pulled a leaf out of Steve’s hair, holding it aloft in front of his face.
Steve’s eyes glanced from the leaf to Eddie before tentatively reaching out, his hands searching the planes of his body, dancing cautiously over the barely healed wounds that’d once littered his side. Steve was checking him over.
“I’m okay. You okay?” Eddie assured holding up a hand before reaching into the back pocket of his jeans.
He pulled out his bandana and inched forward to wrap it around the gash on Steve’s head. The boy cringed beneath his touch. Eddie muttered an apology.
“I’ll live,” Steve confirmed leaning back, trying to get some space between them.
Eddie hadn’t realised how close they were. He shifted back, remembering with sudden clarity that Steve had practically begged Eddie to give him a second alone. He wasn’t willing to do that, given they’d already run into one hell beast that night. There could be others. He did something uncharacteristic. Eddie Munson sat with Steve in silence.
They sat in stillness for so long that the birds and insects returned to the woods around them.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke when the silence was too loud. He didn’t know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say.
Steve looked up at the boy with alarm.
“What’re you sorry for?” He asked, feeling as though he was caught in another echo of the past.
He remembered a seemingly endless car ride to Nancy’s house, trying to find ways to apologise for some transgression he wasn’t sure he’d committed. He’d wanted to apologise because he’d loved Nancy and he’d been scared of losing her.
He wondered what motivations were behind Eddie’s apology. He worried that The Upside Down’s strange relationship with time had leaked into Hawkins, that some pasts were destined to repeat.
“I don’t know,” Eddie admitted after a breath, letting out a nervous laugh.
“I’m sorry for doing whatever I did to make you go all space cadet on me. Tell me what I did, and I can tell you I’m sorry,” he continued.
Steve was certain at that moment, Eddie loved him too. It was already too late to change things. They were trains on a track, their futures seemingly already locked in place.
“You know if you want someone to talk to about whatever’s going on in that head of yours, I’m here Steve,” Eddie kept pushing, unable to take Steve’s silence as an answer.
His tone was so soft, sincere and unlike anything that Steve expected from the boy that he couldn’t help but speak the words out loud, despite his better judgment.
“I love you.”
Eddie had thought he’d been prepared for anything, but he hadn’t been prepared for that. It was then that Steve let out a strangled sound between a scoff and a groan.
“And it's screwed now. I always mess it up.”
Eddie could hardly hear the boy’s voice over the rush of blood in his ears. His heart was a high-strung choir, singing the same repeated tune, ‘Steve loves me’. When his common sense kicked into gear, he noted the panic in Steve’s eyes and knew he needed to say something.
“I love you too,” Eddie managed, feeling both heavier and lighter.
He’d never said it before. He sure as hell hadn’t pictured a world where he’d admit he loved a boy before they’d started dating. Steve was moving at a breakneck speed and Eddie was desperately trying to catch up. To his surprise, Steve hardly stirred at the confession.
“I know,” Steve admitted sounding broken as his eyes met Eddie’s. He gave the boy a tight-lipped grimace. All of Eddie’s momentary joy fell just as it’d begun to soar.
“Please tell me that was a Star Wars reference,” Eddie whispered, earning a real smile from Steve. It was soft and fleeting as freshly felled snow on a warm palm. He knew despite all of Steve’s posturing, he was a huge nerd when it came to science fiction.
“Eds, my track record...” Steve’s voice trailed off.
Eddie realised the thing Steve had been dancing around. They were still talking about Nancy goddamn Wheeler in the woods.
“Stevie,” he breathed, for once at a loss for words.
He was a storyteller, but he didn’t want to give Steve a story. He couldn’t promise him a world where everything was perfect. They lived in a land of blight and monsters, a time of trouble. The town was still after Eddie’s head on a pike and Steve was running out of goodwill with those that’d once called him king. He wanted to show Steve what they were.
Damn the past. Kill all possible futures. All they had was the brief and infinite present.
Eddie wanted to show Steve what they could be at that moment.
He crossed the space between them, pausing for a breath, leaving room for Steve to push him away. When no such protest arose, he placed one hand on Steve’s cheek, the other cupping the nape of his neck.
“I’m not good at this either,” Eddie admitted tentatively.
He’d kissed guys before. It’d always been desperate and sloppy. He didn’t want loving Steve to feel like an afterthought as it had with the other men.
“But I think it’s worth a shot,” Eddie concluded.
He’d laid everything out on the table, all that was left was for Steve to pick it up or turn it down.
Steve didn’t surge forward. Instead, he moved achingly slow. One hand landed on Eddie’s thigh, the other tangled in his hair. He gave a gentle tug to pull him that last inch closer.
Eddie’s lips were wind-chaffed and cool, melting ice on bare skin, shocking and a good kind of painful. Steve’s face had the faintest hint of stubble, it was rough as the rocks, and forest foliage beneath their bodies. He smelled of wet earth, blood, and faded cologne. Their hands traced each other’s topography with fingers, lips and tongues, toppling over in the process.
When they pulled apart the whole world seemed to hold its breath. The wind was still. The night was silent. An invisible audience waited with bated breath for a conclusion.
“Christ,” Eddie choked, hand fluttering dramatically to his heart. It was a kick drum in his chest.
Steve’s hand followed, sliding beneath Eddie’s shirt.
“Christ,” Steve echoed with a goofy grin. Eddie loved him. The thought came easily. It was the only thought populating his mind.
“We should probably, you know, shelve this and try to stop the world ending... again,” Eddie proposed, trying to think straight.
“Only if you promise to take me on a date after,” Steve countered. He pulled himself to his feet and extended a hand to Eddie.
“Me take you? You’re meant to be the ladies' man with the killer dates,” Eddie argued, falling into step with Steve easily.
“Exactly. It’d be nice to be the one getting the flowers for a change. Technically you’re the one who wanted to give this a shot. I’ll get the second date.”
Eddie scoffed disbelievingly. The cocky bastard. He’d never picked Steve as someone who liked flowers. He’d give Steve a garden, a forest, a kingdom.
“Alright, save the world. Buy you flowers. Go on a first date. Go on a second date. Seems like I might actually have a plan for the next few days down pact.”
“And after that?” Steve prompted.
“If you want me to say six nuggets and a Winnebago you’ve gotta buy me dinner first.”
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#ficlet#metalhoops writes#this was originally#meant to be for the poetry poll#but the story went in another direction#as always my stories run away with themselves#I feel pretty proud of some of the lines in here#also I just want to state#when Steve's worrying about not getting#his white picket fence if he's in a queer relationship#that doesn't mean it's not possible#I just imagine the guy would have a clear idea#of a nuclear family in his head#so he might have to tweak his dreams#it's still the 80s#But I do think Steve would be scared shitless#when he realises he's in love#because of all the stuff with Nancy#and his conversations with Robin#about striking out with girls and#not wanting to get into another relationship just for sex#and he's just as much of a 'runner' as Eddie canonically#also I wanted to have a life in strange style#interaction on the train tracks#also complete with all the metalhoops bingo card tropes
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OKAY SO, its been a week so the results are completely through for the polls I sent off into the universe. Put under a cut because it's a little lengthy. The results are as follows:
Vongola: 1st place: Tsuna with 22.6% 2nd place: Hibari with 22.1% 3rd place: Yamamoto with 16.9%
Followed by Gokudera, Chrome, Mukuro, Lambo, then Ryohei in that order.
Varia: 1st place: Squalo with 32.4% 2nd place: Xanxus with 19.7% 3rd place: Belphegor with 18.3%
Followed by Fran, Mammon, Lussuria, Levi/Gola Mosca
Arcobanelo: 1st place: Reborn with 21% 2nd place:Fon with 18.3% 3rd place: Skull with 17.7% Followed by Mammon, Lal Mirch, Colonello, Verde, Uni, Luce, Aria
Throughout it, I watched Tsuna climb from hardly any votes on the first day to winning first place through the skin of his teeth and isn't that just like him lol. Also, Varia fans.. y'all really know who you love. I respect it, but also my joke option of Gola Mosca got the same amount of votes as Levi..which was 0.9% of them. THE POOR MAN. As for the Arcos, I'm honestly genuinely surprised Fon was as high as he was! Maybe I just don't frequent the arco side that often, but yall really love him!! Skull and Reborn aren't really surprises on that end. BUT FOUL ON THE ARIA LAST PLACE. Luce beat her with no real "canon" scenes to her name...amen fly high aria you died so your daughter wouldn't be last place. BUT YEAH, what are yalls thoughts? Surprised or not surprised? :)<3
#katekyo hitman reborn#vongola#varia#arcobaleno#khr polls#khr#THIS WAS A LOT OF FUN. ill be doing another set soon with other families
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So how do you headcanon Leo lost his arm in each of the aus?
I'm not entirely sure for most of them. I know FW!Leo lost his fairly cleanly, either by an arching strike or a lazer. He actually lost a good portion of the other two limbs on his right side as well in that same strike. Hold on, i might have a reference doodle
He lost his primary arm a little past his shoulder, his secondary a little past his elbow, and the end of his spiderlimb. he never got a prosthetic for the secondary, since he didn't see much use for it.
The others probably loose their in a similar incident (unless i find a plot reason for them to loose them differently.)
(i actually toyed with non-apocalypse Seer Leo loosing it as well during the invasion, b/c the whole "leo's fated to lose that arm" would have worked really well for it. Like Leo changed so much by keeping the apocalypse from happening, but the future isn't so easily changed and it takes the arm he was supposed to loose later, right then as a sort of cost/payment/last stand. but that would be a pretty big change so i'm not entirely sold on it. even if it does fit with the theme really well. Let me know what you think.)
Thank yoU!
#asks#tmnt#rottmnt#family web au#seer twins au#apocalypse timeline#i could run another poll for seer leo's arm#seer twins has always been a very interactive au#so it would make sense to#but then again#that would be another very weird poll#hmmm
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Summary: Kakashi lives in the darkness, which is more than he deserves, but for Naruto he'll step into the light.
Author: @chrononautintraining
#official fic poll#haveyoureadthisfic#pollblr#fanfiction#fandom culture#internet culture#fanfic#tumblr polls#fandom poll#Family's Just Another Word For Something Left To Lose#naruto#kakagai#ao3
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reblog for a bigger sample size and please feel welcome to talk about your culture in the tags !!
#for me i think it might be social dynamics#im italian and slavic and theres like. nothing better than when i get together with family#and my grandparents (both the italian and slavic ones!) are like. overbearing. and tell me stories and make food#and my cousins and i are close. ajd we laugh a lot and !!! idk i just think its great#and i love that all of the other options are part of the social dynamics.#like. food brings us together. i cook with my grandparents#we can listen to music together!! if i we wear certain clothes we can all feel closer to our culture and therefore closer to one another!!#eurmm ueah! just wantwd to see how tumblr dot com felt :3#polls#my poll
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#spy x family#sxf#yor forger#thorn princess#tumblr polls#okay in case you didn't know: Yor has references to sleeping beauty#first ref is her code name. Thorn ironically being what put the princess to sleep while it's what Yor uses to put others “to sleep”#Technically her weapons aren't thorns but they could seen as one with her being “the rose” and her stilettos the “thorns” she uses 2defend#herself. Also the rose being her signature flower shown both in her headwear her pin and her assassin clothing#The less obvious fact is her maiden surname#Briar is the name in Little Briar Rose. The ENG title translation in the german version of this tale#Another fun fact considering Ostania is based on Germany so obviously none of these were coincidences#At first I thought the rose could be one of the emblems of the organization as a whole or in general#but after seeing the shopkeeper the only resemblance I could find between his design and Yor's is that both wear those daggers accessories#Yor wearing them in plain sight as earrings while the shopkeeper has them hanging from the ends where he ties his apron behind his neck#so maybe those are the emblems much like that symbol with an eye is to WISE#Of course given how the organisation is called Garden I suppose one of the main themes are plants/flowers/nature#Which has me wondering if other characters may have tale inspo as well or Yor is one the few/only who has references to a tale#it could be something that appears frequently perhaps? Just like many spies have code names related to the different times of day 🤔#anyway this is just a chance to bring the topic and see if others are cooking theories. Feel free to shout your speculations here#sxf manga spoilers#just in case#god now I want to make a sona just to shove on them all my interest about flowers and tales#MY BAD the shopkeeper has the stilettos (?) hanging at the ends of the strings to keep his hat in place ☠️
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