#but here you go 🤍

[flowercrowngods]

✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)

Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything. 

This very moment is one of them. 

Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows. 

He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.

It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back. 

He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is. 

That might just be life’s greatest gift to him. 

A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst. 

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve. 

“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame. 

Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough. 

Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers. 

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”

Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him. 

He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true. 

He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly. 

I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you. 

That’s what he wants to say. 

But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”

It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too. 

It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead. 

Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another. 

And with Steve, there is always another. 

Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing. 

Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.

Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.

[bos0rka]

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[stars-self-ships]

💞 Can you guess who my favorite Jellystone character is? 💞

[taegularities]

🤍🫂🌹

[marimayscarlett]

[Richard's fashion aesthetic - suit edition]

[pardonmydelays]

i have a confession to make: i'm actually doing better than i ever was

[moonchild-in-blue]

i am curious as to the haunted porcelain baby

I am SO GLAD you asked - I love talking about Eric.

So! Meet my creepy Pierrot baby. He's 41cm tall (about 16.14~ inches), and everyone hates him!

Story time under the cut-

Once upon a time, I used to spend my entire summers volunteering at Christian summer camp with my friends. It was incredibly fun and I miss it a lot. Anyways-

During the summer of '16, in the off-time between camps, we were cleaning out some storage rooms, and there was this big trash bag filled with old toys. This bad boy was there.

Obviously everyone wanted to throw him away but me. Being the weird emo girl that I am, I kept this creepy porcelain doll and named him Eric (which is a reference to someone we knew - we did NOT like human Eric).

The campsite was big and because I am SO funny, I started to place Eric in weird places. Behind windows, on a sidewalk, etc etc. It catch on and we would try to scare the others with him. When the summer was over, I decided to take him home with me. Everyone was so creeped out by it, and we kept saying the doll was a demon (because we were Edgy™ and being Christian this was hella funny. We jokingly said he should be exorcised 💀).

Now, come September 2016, I moved to the UK to study. And who creeped his way into my luggage? Eric. My friends kept saying my plane would crash and I'd be haunted because of him - I told him he was my pet evil spirit and would be VERY safe, since he was with me. (again, we liked to toe the line between fun Christian humour and straight-up heresy because Edgy Teens™).

Throughout the years, Eric has been with me and once in a while I record creepy videos to send to our group chat. He always sits somewhere where he can look at my directly. Very creepy. One time he fell on his own in the middle of the night. It was funny and a little scary (things falling in the middle of the night always sound horrible).

I love him very much.

[avirael]

Since I now have permission to post these pictures here, I can show you some more of the wonderful screenshots Khian took involving my OCs as well as hers.

The precious, sweet and especially very kind blue-haired Miqo’te next to A’viloh is named Aveen. 💙

We were both a little confused at first when we realised that our characters shared the same nickname, often being called Avi / A‘vi.

Although Aveen has a phobia of brightly colored Seeker Miqo’te eyes and also him and A‘viloh not meeting in their canon stories, we thought that character-wise they could be best friend in another universe. Rael would secretly find them adorable because they look so happy and now have two shy cats to take care of. 🤭

If you would like to see/read more of this pretty and cute blue cat (you really should!) you can as usually do so here:

[olgipolgi]

💙 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮 🤍

[t-u-i-t-c]

Masashi Ikeda (x)

[majorpatheticcas]

My sona and Sans watching a horror film 🤡

[harmonictechnicality]

“but this trope/scene has been done before, I’m not original”

okay and every major pop song has used the same chord progression for years and years, but we eat it up every time. it’s the perspective and instrumentation and lyrical ornaments that give a song originality. writing is the same way.

your perspective is unique. you have not lived the same life as the rest of your fandom. so write the overdone trope. add your own lyrics and expression to the chords that have been played a million times over.

it’ll sound different. it’ll sound authentic.

it’ll sound like you.

[tetzoro]

CHEERS TO THE WEEKEND !!! good morning friendz i hope your saturday is going well !! im excited for the day ahead and hoping it is kind to us all ! 🤍

[hillhousebi]

no offense but i love my friends so much

[sunkissedlouis]

saw inhaler tonight and they were sooooooooo good live oh my god 😭😭😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and i got to hear my comfort songs live 😭 love it so much