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5ftjewishcactus —> 2ambiace

Decided it was time for a change. I use 2ambiace elsewhere and decided I want everything to match.

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I’ve reblogged at least three posts today that I already reblogged earlier today because my brain is soup and I don’t remember what I have and have not already reblogged. I think that’s a sign I should go to bed for today. Sorry for the duplicates. It’s the adhd and lack of attention span.

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keep you by my side for the rest of my days

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

“You’ve always been beautiful, Eddie,” he says, looking at Eddie.

“Steve,” Eddie says, voice wavering a moment, as though he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

Fic Preview:

Three days after Steve told Robin about his feelings for the other boy, Eddie woke up. Wayne had been there for it, the first face Eddie saw when he opened his eyes. As much as Steve had wanted to be there, he was glad that it had been Wayne. That the two Munsons had been able to reunite in that moment together, without any other prying eyes. It had been early morning, just after visiting hours had started. Wayne had come directly from his shift at the plant, working to be able to pay off Eddie’s medical bills. Eddie had been looked over by the doctors and told that he would need time to heal and that resting as much as possible was best.

Wayne had called Steve to tell him, so he could tell Dustin and the others. Eddie had gone back to sleep, still in too much pain. Steve had made sure that the kids all gave Eddie space to heal. He promised he’d drive them all to see him, in groups of two per the nurses, if they agreed not to overwhelm him when he was awake.

Continue reading on ao3.

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your insults burn like fire in my veins

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

“Oh, my god. It’s like you two were flirting or something.”

“Kind of. Yeah.”

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Pausing to stare at the unconscious boy on the hospital bed, Steve let his eyes linger on Eddie’s chest, watching the rise and fall, the main sign that Eddie was still alive. The heart monitor played a steady beat nearby, but the sound wasn’t nearly as reassuring as seeing the physical movement of Eddie’s chest. Of each breath in and out. Not after Steve had seen Eddie so still in Dustin’s arms. His lifeguard training had paid off again when he’d started giving chest compressions to Eddie, which got his heart beating. Then he’d given directions to Nancy, Robin, and Dustin to secure his wounds long enough for them to get him out.

Steve still didn’t know if it was the doctor’s Hippocratic oath or his throwing around the Harrington name that had ensured Eddie received proper care. He didn’t care either way. Eddie is alive. His wounds had been patched up as best they could, the worst of them stitched back together and currently covered in layers of gauze and bandages while his body healed. The doctors told them that it was up to Eddie when he woke up and given the extent of the damage to his body, that he might not be the same when he did. Steve didn’t care. He just wants Eddie awake. To be there with them again.

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Loving a badass battle boy

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

“Okay. Let’s say Steve does like me back. Why hasn’t he said anything?” Eddie asked.

“Because he’s scared,” Max replied.

“What? Steve Harrington, badass monster fighter. Steve Harrington, who dives headfirst into danger to protect everyone else. Steve Harrington, who dragged me out of literal Hell? That Steve is scared?” Eddie asked, in disbelief.

“Yes. Eddie, he almost lost you that day."

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Eddie’s fingers stilled over the strings of his guitar, his Warlock cradled on his lap. He’d been struggling to work on a song. The lyrics were only half-formed and so far the chords weren’t good enough.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, setting his guitar down on his bed. “My head just isn’t in it, right now.”

He stood and headed outside to the small patio just outside the door by his bedroom. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and his silver lighter from his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As he took a drag, he thought over the song he’d been trying to work on. He knew the real reason he was struggling. His heart and his mind were at odds. His heart wanted to write a song for the boy he’d fallen in love with but his mind didn’t think the boy could ever love him back. It was difficult to write a love song for something that felt like a lost cause. If only his torturous heart would agree.

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Written for @steddieeddiee for the Annie’s Nook Valentine’s Day Exchange on Discord.

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Happy Gotcha Day to this little bean, Raja! I adopted her three years ago on January 20th, 2020. Best decision I ever made that year.

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I don’t have a notebook problem. I don’t know what you’re talking about. /j 😜

Top row is full/half-notebooks with three continuous stories. Second row is started stories. Third row is new blank notebooks for upcoming ideas or some rewrites of the top row stories.

(I bought four new notebooks tonight because I forgot I had three blank ones already sitting at home. Each notebook is 6”x8” and contains 192 lined pages. The first two are a MCU Wanda/Loki AU that I will probably never finish or publish. The second two are a Kas!Eddie AU that I plan on rewriting now that I do want to type it up and publish it. Most of those rewrites will take place in some of the new notebooks, so they will get used. The third two include the current chapters of ‘There’s a feeling that’s new to me’ before I typed them up. The rest are the start of other AUs and ideas that I either have already typed up and posted or will be typing up and posting in the future.)

This is a very precarious stack of notebooks sitting on my tv tray I use to write from when I’m not using my laptop desk in my bedroom.

(I also bought labels tonight so I could write what stories are in which notebooks so I can stop flipping through them every time I want to write.)

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But then there’s a misunderstanding

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Eddie is in love with Steve Harrington. Too bad Steve is hung up on his ex, Nancy Wheeler.

A few misunderstandings and some harsh words, lead to revelations that might make everything better.

Preview:

“You know, Stevie, if you wanted a ride, you could’ve just asked. You didn’t need to break your precious beemer,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes as he closed the door to Eddie’s van.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he replied, clicking his seatbelt on.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?”

Eddie began driving away from the mechanic shop he’d picked Steve up from.

“I’ve been saving up for months to get an apartment and this is putting a huge dent in that savings,” Steve explained.

Eddie glanced at Steve and saw how he was slumped into the seat with his arms crossed.

“I’m sorry. Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

“Well, I could use a ride to work the next couple of days.”

“Anything for you, Stevie.”

Eddie glanced over to see Steve smiling, even as he ducked his head down.

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Went over to a friend’s house to hang out with my irl friends for the first time since before thanksgiving (holiday hours at their jobs made our weekly hangouts kind of difficult the last month and a half) and we watched Fellowship of the Ring. I wore my new favorite shirt. It was just as we were getting ready to leave that one of my friends finally looked at my shirt and then looked at me before saying “Nice.” I am not subtle haha.

Honestly they shouldn’t be surprised. Back in 2018/2019 I dressed like Hank Anderson from DBH and then 2019/2020 I dressed like Crowley from Good Omens. 2020/2021 I mostly wore leggings and comfy shirts. So honestly ending 2022 and going into 2023 in my Eddie Munson era is an upgrade. Plus I’m happier than I’ve been in a while. I used to dress like this back in high school and then somewhere along the way I lost that part of myself. So getting it back has been nice. Makes me feel good. Makes me happy.

2022 wasn’t a perfect year by any means. But I made a lot of progress in regards to both my mental health and my physical health. I hope to continue that going forward into 2023. As well as focusing on my gender identity. For now I am still identifying as nonbinary, but I think I’m gonna switch to using they/them pronouns instead of she/they. Feels right.

Happy New Year!

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Happy Eighth Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Seventh Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Sixth Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Fifth Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Fourth Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Third Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject

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Happy Second Night of Chanukah! #chanukah #chanukahproject