I think the dynamic of Steve being so fucking stupidly gone on Eddie Munson and Eddie not noticing because he's trying to not think abt Steve like that "because Steve is straight and his friend and he can't go there (he goes there, he crushes so hard but he will deny)" is so underappreciated
Like so many fics paint Steve as this himbo and he is! He is our lovable himbo! But just
Let him look at the rat feral man that Eddie Munson is and be like "i want this man's dick in me ASAP" and being so obvious abt it
Confident in his sexuality and determined to get what he wants Steve Harrington just flirting with Eddie and, sure, being a cringe fail loser abt it, but like HE'S SO OBVIOUS
Everybody knows he wants that dick EXCEPT Eddie
Steve is in misery, in hell, by this point he thinks that either Eddie isn't into him or just is letting him down
And Eddie thinks he is the one in misery because Steve is just always there™ and trying to be his friend and is so hot™ and jOkIngLy flirting with him and he wants to kiss him so bad but "stevie is straight and totally not into him guys :(("
Robin is just laughing at them "this world is so lucky you two can't have biological children together, because let me tell you, these kids would be so dumb"
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WE ARE :D
okayokay and also a lot of it has to do w transness
i am a t4t gayboy and i met this other guy whos the coolest ever and hes also a gayboy (i dont think hes t4t but !!)
ESSENTIALLY, as is in true gay fashion, i became friends w him at the beginning of the school year, and weve gotten more and more close ever since.
i have my seminar with him, and every day during seminar we sit under the table and talk about life, and his favorite bands (which are now mine, because i like to steal the interests of the people i love) and its awesome. i love being around him, his presence is comforting.
on A days, i sit with him and a few friends at lunch, and the cafeteria is quite loud (and i have major overstimulation issues,) so sometimes ill get overwhelmed and he always notices and makes sure im okay, and sometimes when i don’t feel like i can do it, hell sit with me in the stairwell and let me talk about whats bothering me and he’ll just listen and give advice. On B days, during lunch, we just sit in a corner somewhere and talk. he’ll always listen and help me and ill so the same for him. if its not him comforting me, i get to talk to him and hear him ramble about his bands and his favorite things and i love the way he sounds when hes happy - i love the way his smile is so bright, and i love the way he looks when he gets embarrassed and realizes hes loud (i dont mind it - its not aggressive.)
every day after school, we hang out for anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, just. coexisting. its awesome. i love him. and we spend this time working on hw together, and talking about the things we love.
i have a very all-over-the-place tumblr blog, which comes with a lot of yearning, because im lonely and in love. but this boy, my boy, my crush, follows me and we like constantly support each others blogs. so sometimes, ill post yearning posts and HE’LL REBLOG THEM 💞. maybe im overthinking it but like if were looking for the same things in a relationship.. i mean !! it cant mean nothing!! like the other day i reblogged a post that was like “all i need in life is a boy to lay on my lap and let me play with his hair” and he reblogged it with the tags “#all i need in life is a boy to let me lay on his lap and play with my hair” AND OMG??? LIKE MARRY ME UGH gosh this is so exhilirating.
also the other day i wrote him a long paragraph about how much i love him (we say “i love you” to each other consistently, presumably in a platonic way, but its never been specified or indicated, sadly :() and it was like (ill include a little excerpt)
“[…]nothing can come close to [describing] the feeling i get when im with you, not by a long shot. its so much stronger in a way that youd think it would have its own word, like how "a lot" has "a myriad," and ones stronger, more intentful, more meaningful. if there was a word that was as to love as myriad is to lot, my love for you would still be stronger. i am more than eternally grateful for your presence and where you have brought me since ive met you. talking to you has been the actual light of my life lately.” AND SO SO MUCH MORE IT WAS LIKE 700 WORDS LONG - AND IT WAS ALL LIKE THAT YK
and the next day i get this:
“I love you a alot (name). […] I love you so so much. […] I want to give you all that you deserve. Because people don't remind you of your actual worth. And if I can be a start to help you to that path, I'd be so fucking happy. I, more than anything need you to know just how much of an amazing person you are. […] I promise to always listen to you. Always. It's the least I could do. You're an amazing person <3” WITH A LOT MORE BUT I CUT A LOT OF IT FOR WORDS SSKE BUT AAAAAA HE WROTE ME A PARAGRAPH!!!!!!
ALSO we call almost every night and i always text him good morning and hes the awesomest and i love spending time with him.
sometimes i also get text exchanges where i say “text me when you get home” and he says “im not home but i just couldnt wait <3” AAAAAAAAAAA
and “wish i had a boy to hold me n warm me up <//3” and he said “i volunteer as tribute!” AAAAAA
i think the point of this is i dont feel like he likes me back but im in love w the man dude like the other day he let me lay on his shoulder and he played w my hair and i nuzzled into his neck a bit and he giggled and i was like “hm?” and he said “youre adorable” AAAAAAAAAA SOBBFIANDBSJ and i just buried my red ass face in his neck and he giggled at me again and i said fuck you and UGH i love him so much and all i wanna do is just be his i just wanna be his boy and he can be mine and we can be boyfriends!!!
and also hes also so awesome because he makes me feel so validated and sometimes when i like my outfit ill send him pics of it and he’ll say “you look very boy / very cis” and ill be like “no” and sometimes hell tell me how i look cis and sometimes hell say he wishes i could see myself the way he sees me. i wish i could understand how he sees me. i wanna know how he thinks of me, i wanna know if hed ever love me the way i love him!! i love him. so much. id do anything for him.
thank u for letting me ramble, i needed to get it out of my system because i cant tell anyone else cause theyd tell him but god i love him. so much.
p.s. if you see this, i love you dude. youll know its you. if you dont love me back, just . idk . act like u never saw it ty <3
-🧷
send me an updated ask when u two get together
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fic idea every day #9
Trope: First Time. Setting: Coffee Shop. Word: Sport.
Everything was going well. They woke up in the same bed, and Ollie didn't look at him like last night had been a mistake, and he even smiled that douchebag smile when Pacer courageously kissed him good morning. Neither of them had a no homo, dude panic the entire walk to get coffees, and honestly, Pacer isn't even too freaked out about it. People hook up in college. Being gay and playing sports isn't that weird when you go to Samwell.
Or. Everything was going well, at least, until Annie's front door bangs open to reveal half their hockey team, and Pacer remembers he has hickeys all over his throat and Ollie is wearing his sweatshirt.
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🌎 SIDE MUSE | Madhu Kumar
Character Relation: Deacon's employer and criminal mastermind.
It was never Madhu's intention to test Decaon's faith. In the early years of his grand plan, he needed dependable people around him. Individuals that could be led, that could keep their mouths shut, and, more importantly, could handle guns as needed.
Because Madhu is not a hands-on sort of criminal. Blood turns his stomach and corpses make him gag— thankfully, he had found someone in the same town as his new headquarters who knew their way around loaded buckshot without a military or law enforcement background.
See, he would never trust his operation with anyone who's seen both sides of the coin and thought they were actually doing something for the greater good. Nor would he trust the pessimistic former cop or soldier who just wanted to rail against the establishment. No, he needed a third-party observer. A completely unbiased person to fight the good fight with—
No one could be better than a man of God.
Even if Madhu's master plan involved a myriad of sins all rolled into one; a cleanse, if you will. He markets it as the eventual result of mankind's folly— the world will heal itself with or without us and it had more than enough power to destroy them all. So why not destroy it first? Send the masses into chaos until the population thins, the world's on fire, and, eventually she'll rise from the man-made apocalypse, reborn.
It's an absurd idea, but one that can be preached to those who already believe in the end of the world.
And Madhu's part in all this? Well, he owns the farms and can sabotage those he doesn't, creating scarcity. He owns several manufacturers, including an ammunition factory, so he'll cause conflict worldwide. He's put so much dirty money into medical research and he'll bring back the plagues of old...for the profits.
If you're going to play God, you might as well get paid well, no?
So Deacon is his right hand, a stoic, looming henchman of all henchmen, escorting him from town to town, city to city to see how it could be utilized, running the odd job that needed a heavier hand, and, of course, keeping Madhu safe at all times.
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