#things that live rent free in my head

[prometheus-ghost]

Can I just say how much I love this little moment of Daniel sneaking into the engine room and overhearing that hilarious convo between Darrel and Landon about werewolves and garlic? 😂

[gotmolokoplus]

When my love swears that she is made of truth,

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutored youth,

Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:

On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?

And wherefore say not I that I am old?

Oh, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,

And age in love loves not to have years told.

Therefore I lie with her and she with me,

And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Sonnet 138

[kai-ni]

Anyone else have fanfics that were just... so brilliant, better written than most novels, that they permanently changed your brain chemistry?

Mine are:

Blue Sky (Portal 2) by wafflestories

and

Children, Wake Up (Kylux) by hollycomb

[cultofthewyrm]

The duality of man

not to be dramatic but i would die for this cat

[urgentkettle]

spooky lil grilled cheese flip flop bullshit club

https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tiktok.com%2F%40theschmucksquad%2Fvideo%2F7273638032706784555&t=Y2U4OWZjNzVjNDA5MmVlOWU4ODBlZWVmYjEyNDRjYjdkYWM3YjkxYiwyNDViOWFjNTBmZTQ3ZTI1NjE1ZjhmNzc2N2FjMzcyNDFlNGUzODM2&ts=1714773633

[redysetdare]

I will say that Minecraft story mode was so fucking funny for killing the pig in a super emotional scene only for that bitch to poof and leave a floating pork chop. That shit was so goddamn funny

Edit: yes I know of the typo. Please leave me alone about it. It's too late to fix it because no matter what it'll always show up on reblogs before it was fixed. Phones are difficult for me to type on so please just stop pointing it out and making fun of it. If I could delete this entire post from existence at this rate I would ffs.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

marriage life.

[weedle-testaburger]

this will always be the greatest moment in the history of doctor who documentaries tbh

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

"oh i'm excited for titans curse so we can see nico!!" NO I'm excited for s5 the last olympian so we can see the curse of achilles, our first instance(s!) of dark percy, the nonstop battles, silenas death, percy saying pay your fuckin child support, 'family, luke. you promised.' the underwater kiss

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[unperceiveme]

I know I'm late to the trend but- here's my offering before summer is truly over 🤲

[timethehobo]

Exhausted but the brain went autopilot and scribbled.

[jerswayman]

hockey moments that make me insane: THAT double hug

[steviesbicrisis]

Steve’s best relationship wasn’t even a relationship. He could barely call it a fling, a flirt. They never even went on a date. They never kissed.

Steve still thinks of it as the best whatever-it-is he has ever had with someone.

At the beginning it was mostly infuriating, how quickly Eddie managed to win the kids over, compared to Steve’s months of work as babysitter/nailbat swinger/monster fighter. Steve had to literally bleed multiple times to get an ounce of respect, Eddie only had to run a nerdy club about fictional bleeding and monster-fighting.

Then somehow, and Steve still has trouble pinpointing when and how it happened, everything changed.

Taking the kids back home from hellfire became something he impatiently waited for.

He and Eddie would barely talk for a few minutes and he would find himself replaying the conversation in his head for days. Anything he could say to get a reaction out of Eddie became fundamental, and if he started by picking subjects to piss him off, he ended learning about Eddie’s favorites, because few minutes after hellfire were never enough and Steve needed Eddie to talk as much as possible, until the kids were begging to drop it and go home.

Steve never questioned the change, most likely out of fear. He doesn’t think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dude’s eyelashes as he goes on a rant about why Ozzy Osbourne is the best artist of his generation. Or blush whenever said dude would call him “baby”, or “sweetheart”.

Steve convinced himself that the thing he and Eddie were having was as good as it was going to get, nothing more.

Then Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie ran, and Steve realized that the thing will never be enough for him.

He couldn’t not have Eddie. Not watch him as he entertains a bunch of freshmen, as he stomps with his worn out sneakers on top of forniture, as he puts his terrible music on to push away anyone who doesn’t care enough about him to stay.

Steve needed to see Eddie being alive, doing what his heart desires, and he needed to be next to him when he does.

Obviously, this realization came at the worst possible time.

Steve tried to tell him so many times: when they found him at the boathouse, when he was hiding at refer Rick’s house, when they were taking a stroll in the upside down, and even when they were driving a stolen trailer to a gunshop.

But, it seemed, Eddie had come to a realization just as important and he tried his best to avoid Steve at every given chance.

Steve tried to initiate the conversation as Eddie did his best to run away from it. And he ran until Steve had no chances left to tell him how he actually felt.

———

Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to say he lost something he never had. To mourn a relationship he never began. A partner that, technically, never became a partner.

After Eddie dies, Steve has no one to be next to but he can’t say he ever did.

Steve just exists waiting. He can’t tell if he’s waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell “ah! I got you sucker!! By the way, I’m in love with you too.”

For obvious reasons, that never happens.

What does happen, is a call.

It’s a normal Tuesday, as normal as you could define it after Hawkins almost collapsed into the upside down. Steve got into a routine, between checking on the ones at the hospital, helping out at the shelter, allowing Robin to check on him to see if he’s still alive.

The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that he’s eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.

“Harrington residence, this is Robin” she says, cheerfully.

Steve doesn’t pay much attention to it as he’s folding his dad’s old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robin’s loud gasp.

“What is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?” He rushes to the other room where Robin is.

She doesn’t answer but she gives him a look as she passes him the receiver.

Steve goes quiet, a million thoughts going through his head as he takes the phone from Robin.

He’s still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice “Baby”.

Steve gasps for breath “Eddie?”

Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isn’t this impossible? Is what goes on in Steve’s head, but he ends up just asking “are you okay?”

He can hear a chuckle, Eddie’s wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, “I’m- hanging in there… are you okay?”

Steve finds the question absurd. He isn’t the one who got left in the upside down, the one that got eaten by demonic bats, the one who died before Steve had the chance to tell him how he felt.

He answers truthfully nonetheless, “I’m… I’m not okay.”

“I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“Please Eddie, come quick.”

“I’ll break the sound barrier for you.”

[the-ominous-owl]

She is my scar.