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The weather was being unnecessarily dramatic today:

I don't know what stunt that cloud was trying to pull, but it is highly unnecessary.
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work anxiety really sucks because I can’t dismiss my most crazy fears as irrational because I can’t stress enough how much they’ve actually happened to me
#todays example: my boss asks me to reach out to a specific person. I double check the instruction 6 times#because what if that person reaches back out to my boss and tells her I talked to them and then my boss gets mad#that’s not irrational that’s something that actually happened once 🙂#spending from 16-31 in insane toxic work environments really did a number on me#unnecessary dramatics
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i know tim would most likely already have multiple samples of his own dna while cloning BUT the thought of him just slashing across his palm in order to get his blood... deep enough to leave a scar that will forever remind him of what he did... in a desperate attempt to, if not get kon, but at least get something... like idk. kinda sexy if you ask me
#that would be so unnecessary dramatic plus lab safety rules are like bro wtf#but i just can't help myself#im just a girl#dc#dc comics#timkon clone baby au#timkon clone baby#tim drake#red robin#timkon
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obsessive
#did i put more effort into this than i needed to? yes. did i put myself through unnecessary pain drawing fighting scenes? yes#but i learned how to outline my strokes so maybe i won after all#i thought about it and i think it turned out ok drawing the eyes differently. like the way i usually draw em#although i dont know if that says much since i change my art style every couple weeks but eh#had fun playing with grayscale and limited palette. i want to do that more often dhghdg#although idk whens the next time i will have enough energy to commit to the bit and do.. this#theyre fucking stupid your honor. for every art we get of them acting dramatic and yearning (/pos) i make dumb shit like this#equivalent exchange girlies!#lego monkie kid#lmk#monkie kid#lmk shadowpeach#shadowpeach#lmk sun wukong#lmk swk#sun wukong#lmk macaque#lmk six eared macaque#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#my art#myart#doodles#comic#lmk monkey king#lmk fanart
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Canon gay rep is good, really it's good but oh...it is OH SO boring....Pass the Queerbait cocaine....
#nothing is more romantic than queerbait#“You saddle me with unnecessary feelings”#“i bet we'd make a great team if we worked together#TRUE YAOI is found in the two fictional men with a stronger and more toxic relationship with eachother than anyone else#akeshu#shuake#i tag shuake but let it be known im an AkeShu girlie#narumitsu#wrightworth#and all the several other dramatic male friendships#yaoi
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AVOIDANCE: the only real solution to all of Eddie’s your falling-in-love problems!
(0 out of 10 participants in this approach have proven its INeffectiveness; talk to your ✨love interest✨today to avoid this heartbreaking waste of your energy!)
It’s not like they were bosom buddies for years and years. A week at the outset, a couple months since, and now they’re all back in their own homes living their own lives and Eddie can avoid the way he’s most definitely, one-hundred-percent certainly in love with Steve Harrington. Very effectively. By simply avoiding Steve Harrington.
rating: t ♥️ tags: post-s4, eddie munson and his newfound obsession/unprecedebtedly-close-to-love feelings for steve harrington, answer: avoid steve harrington like the plague, excellent and emotionally-mature ways of dealing with your problems! /s, primary hiccup in existing plan: forgetting steve harrington doesn’t take well to failure, (oops), miscommunication, boys so dumb, confessions, hint of angst (because eddie is a very silly boy with very silly ideas sometimes), self-confident!steve, steve harrington facing the issues head-on, feelings confessions, peak eddie dramatics, happy ending♥️
for @steddielovemonth day fifteen: “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”―Jane Austen, Emma
True fact: Eddie thought he was playing things cool. Thought he was totally copacetic, in, you know, keeping it all subtle. He can do subtle, y’know: being loud and proud, shouting on tabletops and shit, screaming at drunks—that was a choice, not a…a rule. He’s a freak, he’s an outcast, he’s a weird-ass motherfucker: he’d have had far more brushes with his actual-factual demise in this podunk town if he was literally incapable of blending in with the background, and not just kinda sickened by the concept, let alone the effort involved to appease fucking…normies.
So yeah, he’d…he’d thought he was flying under the radar. And anyway; why the fuck would Steve Harrington even notice eddies absence in his day-to-day? They were apocalypse ‘friends’. Hospital buddies at best.
They’re back in the real world now.
Eddie supposed Vecna or whatever the fuck his name is will come crawling back in the foreseeable future, but brighter minds than his are preparing for that shit. The sheepies will let him know if they need his assistance—pending what that assistance may or may not be worth dependent on how far along his PT journey he stands at that point.
But it’s not like they were glued to the hip. It’s not like they were bosom buddies for years and years. A week at the outset, a couple months since, and now they’re all back in their own homes living their own lives and Eddie can avoid the way he’s most definitely, one-hundred-percent certainly in love with Steve Harrington. Very effectively.
By simply avoiding Steve Harrington.
It’s kind of a foolproof plan, really. He starts wrapping Hellfire earlier, tells the little shitheads he’s gotta run, Wayne needs a hand with a revolving door of household projects now that they’ve got their own place with more than one bedroom. Gotta mount that hangers for that ball cap collection just right, you know, yadda yadda.
He thinks they gave up being suspicious without a week or two, now just hit him with annoyed eye rolls. God bless the scourge of self-centred teenage bitchiness playing directly into eddies hand.
What he failed to account for, however, about eleven weeks into his up-to-now flawless scheme, was…well. The leading man himself.
Showing the fuck up at Eddie’s door, which Eddie answered for once like a fool and now can’t back out of cleanly because there’s no truck in the drive—it’s clear he’s here on his own.
Motherfucker.
One thing can be said for the plan, in terms of like, general side quest observations—absence definitely made the heart grow fonder. Or at least didn’t contribute at all to the opposite. Which Eddie hadn’t been entirely sure was possible, because the speed and strength of how he fell with every fucking cell in him had honestly terrified the shit out of him on its own. But after avoiding Steve, nodding at best if he canoed paths and sneaking away when the man called out like he was gonna snake through a crowd at any of the number of the family dinners for interdimensional-trauma-survivors-anonymous that Eddie couldn’t weasel out of: it’d been clear pretty fucking quick.
The almost-indefensibly-absurd affection he’d developed for the King of Hawkins—it wasn’t just reign over the high school if the parents were so charmed, if the fucking hospital has cowed into acting and quick when they tried to hesitate in treating an accused murderer, as Eddie’d been regaled with by everyone but Steve, who shrugged his kinda crucial role in saving Eddie’s ass with a shrug and of course, man, like there was ever even a question—but his indefensibly overwhelming and absurd infatuation that spent every month expanding further to try and crack his fucking ribs, well.
It was chronic, at best. He wasn’t gonna shake it…any time soon.
Any time soon.
So: best to at least keep the catalyst at bay, stop it from causing the condition to worsen.
He’d made the mistake of thinking it couldn’t get worse already. Learn from your mistakes, and all the shit.
So what if it’s been months now and not only has the malady of being ass-over-nipple in-fucking-love persisted, but got so much fucking worse? Deeper? More, when that shit should have even been possible?
No. He just has to be persistent. Keep at the plan. Eventually, it’ll die off. It’ll whither and blow away. It’ll fucking fade—
He does, however, fail to calculate all contingencies.
Namely Steve Harrington’s incapacity to accept defeat.
He’s also too fucking scatterbrained to check the door before opening it when there’s a knock, just after Wayne’s left for his shift. When Eddie has no excuse to slam it back shut on the exceptionally exquisite face waiting when the hinges swing open.
Exquisite, but looking…pinched. Sour.
Pissed the fuck off.
And worst of all of it—because so far the list only server to underscore that unfortunate state of being fucking beautiful, on every possible level—but worst of it all, because it’s worst on its own but also because it twists, distorts all the beauty, and it’s so clearly Eddie’s fault because Steve is standing right here, and not elsewhere, after all this time.
Looking hurt, under everything else.
“I’m done with this, yeah?”
Eddie could run. He’d only make it to his room; Steve would probably be able to break down the door and get to him before he could slither through the window and run, but he’s still not 100%, right, he’s physically at a disadvantage anyway, it’s not even gonna be a question—
Steve’s got him cornered.
So he just stands. Blinks.
Doesn’t…know what Steve’s ‘done with’, but he feels his literally twist, wring like a dishrag, when he figures out the most likely answer is just:
Eddie.
Even trying to keep the maximum distance, he either knows, and hates it, hates him, or…
He doesn’t know, and doesn’t need to. He just is over Eddie and his bullshit.
It’s in the heart-piercing distraction of either and both possibilities that Steve pushes past him into the front hall.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?”
Steve crosses his arms as the door latches closed, caging them in.
Eddie’s heart starts kicking hard, which is painful. He assumes that’s because it’s been pierced by the hurt still on Steve’s face.
“I thought we were, like, that at least we were friends?”
He says it like he also has maybe had thoughts like there’s something else they were, or could have been. That by association and context would be somewhere more than friends?
Eddie’s pieced-through heart switches to a double-thumping sort of thing that’s really just as confused as the rest of him.
Hurts like a motherfucker, too.
“Did I do something?”
Steve asks, finally sounds more defeated than any of the other things Eddie can pick up in how he holds his body, and honestly that’s what breaks Eddie’s resolve, of everything; after everything. After holding out this long and failing for the entire fucking effort, after hurting Steve, the last thing he could ever want, probably the main underlying reason he’s been running from him the whole goddamn time—to not hurt him.
He’s suck a fuck up. He’s such a fucking fuck up.
“You know how sunflowers grow?”
Steve startles a little, grows the slightest bit.
“They find the sun, and the grow toward it,” and Eddie’s not stupid enough to think the whole disaster that’s unfolding in front of him, from his own chest, his own fucking mouth—he’s aware.
He can’t do nothing, but he also doesn’t think he can sugarcoat this in a way that goes down easier; sand the rough edges to make it make better sense.
He has to wrench it raw and bloody from his ribs, caught on the jagged bone like the messy fuck he is.
“You were the sun,” Eddie finally says it out loud, and his voice is so small and wondering, he can’t hide it. “You were the sun and I woke up broken, I had to grow back so much and I did, because I had the tools,” he swallows, takes a shaky breath:
“I had the sun right next to me, to do all the growing toward. To…rebuild around.”
Eddie’s always been a weirdo, and outcast—he’s spent a lot of time in libraries; often hiding.
But he’s read a lot of random shit. And enough of it’s stuck to make some sense of this fucking mess.
Steve’s face gives nothing away. It’s usually so…so generous with its feeling, even if there are some feelings Eddie knows Steve’s careful to never let show.
But in the now, he just stares.
“Otters,”Eddie blurts out, fingers twitching, wrists shaking; “they hold hands when they sleep,” and he looks up for a second before looking away again, pulse a mullet in his throat.
“I used to hold onto your hand when I fell asleep in the hospital,” and he says it like it’s a secret, a confession, even though of all people, of course Steve already fucking knows. The part he doesn’t, though:
“I still reach, and how fucked that? Like I deserve it as a rule, like it’s mine.”
Like you’re mine.
He can’t say it. But he doesn’t have it. It rings out on its own.
“But then there are the trees that shoot up all tangled,” Eddie can’t remember what they’re called; “where the trunks split off into one another, or they’re so braided up together the share their bark, whole pieces left Bernal’s, naked but the other tree covers it, makes it strong and safe but only so long as they’re literally fused together indefinitely,” and Eddie hopes that one…that one explains itself.
He pauses, waits for any reaction.
No dice.
“Bats sleep in pitcher plants.”
That at least gets the slightest lift of the chin. Probably because it’s weird, and also…bats.
Right. So Eddie’s gonna have to spell it all out.
Which he kinda knew. The examples are fucking weird. But they’re…they’re true. They’re where he is.
“If I get too fucking close, I will destroy you,” Eddie says, because that’s the fear, right—or no.
That’s the fucking truth. Eddie always ends up with the tatters of the things he loves the most.
“I’ll take too much, I’ll take everything,” Eddie confesses, pleads in his tone to be seen, which Steve’s always been weirdly good at, and understood—the bigger gamble.
“There won’t be any stoplights, there won’t be a barrier or a boundary where I’ll know I’ve gone too far because I won’t even think of what that fucking is, what it could be to even watch for, like the barebones idea of ‘too far’, let alone what it looks like, I won’t,” and his breath runs out, so he gasps, and he thinks he sees Steve move to reach, to help, to steady.
He thinks.
It’s probably just wishful thinking.
“I won’t stop holding on just when I’m sleeping, I’ll,” Eddie licks his lips, because now…now he’sstarting to hurt, closer to what it felt like with teeth ripping his flesh than anything has felt, than any loss has threatened. He has to clear his throat, because otherwise the rest will just spill out like a sob:
“I’ll tear your bark so you bleed, and you’re exposed and you die off slow, because I was selfish, so selfish, I held to close, I fucking…” eddies voice cracks; his eyes fucking burn; “because I fucking demanded the whole of you, and damn the cost because I couldn’t process an end, why would I stop doing to even think to be logical and careful when an end to you was, is, well, fuck,” he huffs, and a tear spills out white hot down his cheek;
“It’s incomprehensible, because that would be the end of everything, that was made real fucking clear for me with the bats, both times,” and Eddie means that—he’s had time to think through the origin of his aching and it was early, it was any hint of being in the world without this person in it, too; “and the end of everything, well,” he shakes his head, some of his hair sticking in the single trail of salt on his skin:
“Tied up in you, so tight we couldn’t physically untangle?” His voice drops to a whisper, and he knows his smile has to look sad, but he means this is the deepest places his heart even holds:
“What better way to go?”
He maybes watches Steve’s throat bobbing. Maybe.
Probably not.
So Eddie just sighs. Because…none of that matters. None of that matters in the face of the core truth:
“Those pitcher plants dissolve things inside them, it’s how they eat,” he half-recites, retreating into those deep-heart places, where the feeling is most saturated, but hard to find, somewhere to hide as he whispers, cowers in himself as he flats his own flesh:
“I’ll leech from you for wanting too much just the same. I’ll fucking destroy you, Stevie,” he moans, feels his arms wrap around his chest, protective. Trembling.
“I’ll love you so hard I’ll suffocate you, I’ll tear you to pieces trying to get closer, trying to hold the heart of you closer to mine,” he doesn’t even make a conscious decision to press a palm over his flailing heart where his arm already holds, hugs himself so fucking tight. His lungs are sore. It’s tight, trying to breathe.
“It’s not an overstatement, though, the other plants, the flowers,” Eddie feels overwhelmed, suddenly, with a need to make clear that there’s only one person at fault for this, and it’s him—Steve didn’t deserve to get hurt. Eddie should have found a better way to keep him safe—from Eddie—from the very start. Because—
“You are my sun,” Eddie makes himself look up, look at Steve. “I didn’t realize how little I was growing even before spring break. I didn’t notice, how fucking thriving wasn’t even in my goddamn vocabulary, until there was you.” His breathing shudders again, followed by the rest of him:
“I turn toward you as a rule,” because here’s the thing. All these weeks and months.
Eddie’s been shrivelling. Eddie spends his nights dreaming of sunlight.
It’s inescapable.
He was going to have to find a more sustainable compromise soon, anyway. Might as well…lay it all out now.
He’s already ripped off his bark. He’s already prepared to dissolve in the acid, to burn for what it means to have left the feeling grow so big.
“I hope,” he coughs, starts slow, formal-like: “I hope you can do me the favor of just,” he has to clear his throat again; fuck, it’s hard; “politely ignoring that part. Like, even at a distance, it’s not something I can seem to stop.”
He was aiming for apologetic for that last bit, honest.
He fucking fails spectacularly, so. That’s cool.
“I swear, I won’t bother you,” he tries to convey how he’s sorry, for all of it, save for the core of the loving, because he as granted. A taste, no matter how it’s fallen to ruin; he’s selfish that way anyhow, to have seen some of the sun versus darkness alone for always.
Still:
“I won’t come near, I’ll do what I’ve been doing but better, I’ll be better, I’ll try harder, it will—“
Eddie thinks maybe he’s finally died. Of heartbreak, of whatever the Upside Down did to him. Of living without his sun for a long.
Any. All of the above.
Because the next thing he knows is pressure. Heat.
On his lips.
He barely processes responding before its town away: of course death wouldn’t be a reward. Not for him.
“Are you fucking telling me,” a voice bites out close enough to Eddie’s lips that he can feel how sharp they cut:
“That you have been avoiding me, running awayfrom me,” and Eddie knows that voice—
“Breaking my heart,” and fuck, fuck Eddie knows he knows that voice because when it’s hurting—and those words are irate and disbelieving and they’re hurt—
“Because you’re fucking scared of loving me too hard?”
And Eddie pulls back, opens his eyes: Steve.
Steve’s eyes are fucking vibrant with feeling, so many feelings. He’s…he doesn’t think he’s dead, because a lot of those feelings are ones Eddie’s not familiar with, and how would he know to place them there if he’s never known them at all?
He doesn’t know of it’s better or worse, to not be dead right now.
Because he just apparently got to feel Steve’s lips on his lips.
But then:
“Because that’s what you’re saying, right” Steve raises a brow, demands in posture as much as in tone:
“You’re in love with me.”
And then on the flip side of being alive-or-dead: he has to deal with the consequences of spelling out the answer to…that.
Which he’s apparently broken Steve’s heart over handling…the only way he could figure out. And still fucking it up.
“That sounds less than what it feels like,” Eddie whispers; it’s the only thing he can latch on to.
Steve’s eyes narrow at him, contemplate him.
“And you think me, of all people,” Steve finally asks, slow, his tone wrenchingly deliberate; “that Iwouldn’t meet someone loving that big and that much,” “and he huffs, shakes his head in searing disbelief Eddie almost wishes he could flinch from, but it’s so warm, it’s his sun:
“That that wouldn’t feel like there actually was a heaven, and I’d died and somehow made it there?”
Eddie’s breath catches, then stops entirely. He can’t seem to properly suck in another one because…
“That finding that wouldn’t feel like I’d won the lottery, like I’d figured out what it meant when people talk about a blessing, and all that shit?”
Because what…what it almost sounds like Steve is saying can’t actually be—
“That finding it, with you,” and oh, oh Steve is a lot closer than he was last Eddie processed the world around him, his chest is grazing Eddie’s chest when he seems to have no trouble breathing, just is doing it really deep and reallt fast—
“That it’d be anything less than a gift,” Steve murmurs half against Eddie’s lips; “a dream come to life?”
And Steve’s eyes flick up, and it’s when they land on Eddie’s and see him that his lungs shiver and he chokes out the only word he thinks his every molecule knows by heart:
“Steve?”
And Steve doesn’t move, neither. Loser nor farther away.
Doesn’t look away; doesn’t blink.
Just asks:
“Do you love me?”
And something in Eddie unfreezes, some string holding him up, holding him back snaps free and he just grabs Steve’s hand and presses it to his chest, like he needs to be tethered now that the string in him’s been cut, and the touch, this touch: Steve is really all he’s been wanting to keep him.
To keep him at all.
And maybe this is the one shot he gets.
But Steve, Steve said…
He presses Steve’s hand to his chest a little harder, because he’s bathed in the sun again. Their hands are linked, and they’re not asleep. He’s peeled off all the pretense, he’s as bare and vulnerable as he can possibly get. His heart’s beating into Steve palm. Eddie will happily fucking drown in this, dissolve and be…
He’s already consumed.
How is it any different, save that maybe, just maybe, beyond all odds and against everything he’s feared—
“More than I can hold in here,” Eddie scarcely finds the air to breathe; “more than I can say.”
“Then share it,” Steve says, the assuredness, the rightness in his gravity that’s always been at his core radiating forth and warming Eddie in a way he’s never known to feel before.
“Let me know it, let that feeling not be alone anymore,” and the words hold more than their syllables, by so much; “let it out to see the sun,” and then Steve’s flipping their hands so eddies the one caught agains this chest, but he’s always pulling them close enough that Steve’s knuckles are still catching the drum of Eddie’s pulse. It feels…
Eddie didn’t know what to expect, to let the feeling be felt beyond his own chest.
It’s breathtaking in a new way. It’s…
“Let it meet its match here, in how I feel,” Steve doesn’t suggest, just speaks, instructs, leads with a match to what Eddie feels, has been drowning in, save where it stole his air it’s breathing into him; where it took his light it’s reinventing the sun as Steve murmurs close, so close to his lips:
“Let it see how it was killing me all this time without you,” and Eddie whimpers for the cost of what he’s done, what he felt so sure he had to do—
“Let the feeling inside here,” and he presses his touch back to Eddie’s chest just a little bit firmer; “know how much sharing it’s like stitching my broken heart back to rights.”
Eddie’s exhales shakes so fucking hard; he can’t be this lucky. It can’t…he can’t…
But his heart’s beating so hard, so fast, so free.
So fucking alive.
“You can’t say it, big enough?” Steve pushes, his breath so goddamn warm, his lashes so thick, Eddie wants to feel them on his skin like a blessing, a sacrament:
“You can’t say it? Then show me, instead.”
And Steve looks up at him before he grabs around the back of Eddie’s neck, pulls him close enough that speaking rubs their lips together, more combative than affectionate but still undeniably intimate as Steve growls:
“Fucking months, Eddie, Jesus,” and his grip is firm, but there’s no force, Eddie could pull back, Eddie could try to run, and fail, but how could he, how could he ever—
His hand’s crushed to Steve’s chest. The same wild thrum he feels in his veins is there.
Let it meet its match.
“Make up for it,” Steve’s breath trembles on Eddie’s lips, taunts him, begs him, asks so many questions.
Eddie flips their hands one more time, presses Steve’s hand to his heartbeat with nothing less than desperation until his ribs goddamn creak, and then he leans, makes the pressure bigger—
Meets the feeling in Steve with all the feeling in him with their lips on each other like they mean it this time, ready to dissolve in it. To grow themselves to protect around the soft parts. To keep their hands entwined for always.
To come alive inside this sun.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#post s4#fluff#boys being absurd#(mostly just eddie)#unnecessary drama and angsting#(again: it’s eddie)#feelings confessions#getting together#eddie munsons’s A+++ plan to solve all his problems: AVOIDANCE! 🎉#problem being: falling in love with steve harrington#solution: avoiding steve harrington post-vecna at all costs#it’s FOOLPROOF#/s#(also: eddie is a first class fool so—this was fucked from the start)#SUCH EXTENSIVE DRAMATICS THOUGH#KING OF DRAMA!EDDIE#eddie putting some of his weirder knowledge-dumping skills on display#but steve’s unfazed; he knows his royal drama well#self confident steve harrington#(that boy didn’t take that you rule/you suck board in stride by NOT being a self-assured queen bitch at his core mmkay?)#stranger things#steddielovemonth#prompt: if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more#hitlikehammers v words#hitlikehammers writes
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Ya'll probably know this by now given how much I post about it but one of my favorite pastimes is watching people react to Stranger Things. I bring this up this time because I've noticed a pattern.
People root for Mileven in seasons 1 and 2 with no problem (with the exception of a couple of reactors who took forever to pick up on it in s1 or just didn't like the idea of rooting for such young kids to be kissing). Esp s2 because everyone wants them to reunite and then said reunion is absolutely adorable.
However, by about halfway through ep1 of s3, everyone just seems to be so bored of them. Like nobody I've watched has ever really expressed the want for them to get back together when they break up. I realize this is probably partially because of the annoying nature of their relationship and the way their whole breakup is played off like a big joke, but that's actually precisely what I'm getting at. Why would the writers choose to make it so easy to stop rooting for the "main couple" of the show??? Just so they could have a comeback arc or seven? If Mileven is endgame, this will probably be one of my biggest hangups, esp given the way Mike was the brunt of the "joke".
One of the main reasons I always go back to Byler endgame despite all of my doubt is because of how the writers treat Mileven's relationship. It's pretty toxic and so it's easy to stop rooting for them or just the repetitive-ness of their story as a couple makes them boring. They wouldn't make the "main couple" the most annoying couple in the show if they were actually going to be endgame.
#wow i feel like i just rambled so much unnecessarily so i italicized the more important parts 😂#but yeah i'm now halfway through s3 with my current reactors and they literally prefer Jopper and Jancy all the way so it made me think#many of the other reactors i've watched have been this exact same way#it doesn't take long for them to get uninterested in Mileven#ig it also might just be cuz they're the only teen couple and the drama is seen as just that: dramatic. as well as unnecessary.#oh well i'm still sticking by what i said 😂#anti mileven#byler#mike wheeler#el hopper#stranger things#stranger things 3#jay's saying stuff :)#jay's talking ST <3
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too much crowposting im thinking of minerva/zev
#watching an austen adaptation that does not apply at all and thinking of my ships is my favourite activity#just puts me in the right headspace for unnecessary dramatics
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2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)
#daniel ricciardo#autumn posts#the (edited) is quite unnecessary as it is most readily apparent lol but!!#I tried to rotate it 45 degrees ish and my lack of photo editing skills leaves much to be desired#anyways arm 😵💫❤️✨#I fear I'll be in a perpetual state of missing him#but I'll be savoring memories of him like light from a star still reaching earth years after its gone out 🌠#also that's overly dramatic hehe a new journey awaits!!! and I will be excited if he wants to share it with us!!!#until then I'll be blogging like its 2017 at times hehe#omg I was looking up top 2017 tracks and man there were some bangers that year 👏😎#okay nostalgia trip over I've been meaning to write but tbh I got myself all needlessly stressed!!#2025 is the year of not adding so much undue stress on myself - it's keeping me from flying!!!#also 2025 goals include drinking more water and less coffee 😒 sigh hehe#hope everyone has a very wonderful last day of the year!!!!#enjoying time with friends or fam or favorite hobbies ❤️#off to another chapter!! I hope good things are in store!!! 🎁🎉✨❤️#also if you read this far then hello and also my silliest yearning is Dan comes in to replace Liam in the summer#even tho RBR does Not deserve him and the stress of the sport with travel and media scrutiny are so much#retiring at 35? a dream!! but I do wonder what the vibe will be like after DTS drops#it feels like a proper goodbye had yet to come...idk#I'm still excited for Carlos and Max and Lewis and new faves too but#ahh I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said before#and he himself said he's done!!! so! c'est la vie#not goodbye but see ya later (in supercars or as a globetrotting dashing sponsor or just kickin it on the farm)#I'm at peace with all for the most part!!! but I'll be missing what could've been all the same#anyways I should go touch some grass! I'll be back soon!!#thank you everyone for all the kind tags my heart is like 💖💞💓💗💕!!!!#I appreciate this space and y'all so much ❤️❤️❤️ onto another year together!!#many more memories to make!!!
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u ever just have some time to urself to think about bkdk (ur first mistake, bc u are now spiraling) and how it's the "[A] fell first [B] fell harder" trope and how that's like. more or less canon now. perhaps not romantically but how else are u gonna describe bkg's whole ... thing
#man has realized his feelings for deku and it has changed him so dramatically that he DIED#u know how it goes. deku falls first during childhood where he admires and fawns over bkg from afar#always happy to see him happy and viewing him as the image of victory from the beginning#then shit happens and now bkg is left yearning endlessly upon realizing how his mistakes growing up ruined their friendship#and he doesnt see himself as quite worthy of deku's forgiveness but he tries anyway and he is SADDLED with UNNECESSARY FEELINGS#and then he DIES and literally while he dies he is STILL YEARNING#and for what? TO HOLD DEKU'S HAND????????? 😭😭😭😭😭#these bitches are awful i hate them sm#bakudeku#bkdk#becki rambles about stuff
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"You're so dramatic."
"Only for you."
#villain loves doing dramatic entrances#and each time they get more and more extravagant and unnecessary#and they just do it because it makes hero laugh#and they love making hero laugh#writeblr#writing#enemies to lovers#spilled ink#hero x villain#writing prompts#villain x hero#villains and heroes#hero and villain#villain#dialogue prompts#dialogue prompt#character dialogue#writing dialogue#dialogue ideas
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[at Goldie’s funeral]
Scrooge: could I just have a moment alone with her
Other guest: yes of course.
Scrooge, leaning over her casket: okay, listen here missy, I know you’re not fucking dead
Goldie: yeah no kidding dipshit
#if you think she hasn’t pulled this shit MULTIPLE TIMES you are sorely mistaken#bec this has Goldie written all over it#the dramatics#the flare#(bec you just knows she plans herself a good funeral)#and the overall unnecessary-ness of it#like why take the easy route when you can fake a funeral#((Scrooge had to take his inspiration from somewhere))#he’s actually so sick of her shit tho#like this is his third fake funeral in 10 years#he’s so over it#does he turn up each and everytime#well Yeahh#but only to be sure#and also maybe to find out the drama of why she’s “died” this time#bec you can bet they make some interesting stories#she doesn’t just fake her death for the fun of it#well~#maybe once#goldie o'gilt#scrooge mcduck#ducktales#scroldie#incorrect quotes
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i forgot about fucking guild yaoi in explorers of the sky
#finished the main game a few hours ago and I'm still laughing about it#the walking marshmallow and that gay ass parrot had a whole ''dramatically jumping in front of the bullet and getting badly hurt'' thing#good game. FUN game. i worried it might have been the nostalgia speaking but no after replaying the game play absolutely holds up#well paced well balanced the learning curve is just steep enough to keep things fresh as you go along#unbelievably good ost. unbelievably breathtaking pixel art#REALLY could've done with 70% less unnecessary flashbacks but remembering my attention span ag age 9 I'm gonna chalk this up under#''i am no longer the target audience for this thing. good for kid me''
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HWAT DO YOU MEAN THREE ENTIRE MILGRAM CHARACTERS ARE DEAD AND IN THE GROUND??? HELLO???? IT ISN'T EVEN SEASON THREE??????
AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU
#milgram#im gonna be fr idgaf about haruka#but SHIDOU???? MAHIRU???? THEY DID NOTTTT DESERVE THIS#AMAN IDGAF IF YOU'RE A LITERAL CHILD YOU SHOULD BE BEHIND BARS !!!!!!#THIS IS NOT OK!!!!!!!!!!#well at least i know yuno and kazui are alive and well! my blorbos <3#i know their ass is leaving with three innocent wins !! they should NOT be on the same level as the rest of the prisoners in there#the crimes being the right to choose and homosexuality...... like damn bitch sure#let's throw you in with brainwashed cult child organ harvester manipulative bully and self-proclaimed vigilante#yuno is fully guiltless idgaf she just needs to get through her skull that what she did was a REASONABLE CHOICE for someone her age#kazui should probably not have lied but given the stigma and everything.#trusting someone with your deepest secret only for them to kill themselves over it like let's be real!!!#ms girl could've done literally ANYTHING ELSE !!! 'oh but she just found out her marriage was a sham' DIVORCE?? LISTENING AND COMMUNICATION#but nooo her first choice is LEAPING from her BALCONY like so dramatic for what!!#and i ranted again. anyways who gaf my post my tags my rules#edit tags below#ok so obviously nothing is confirmed. amane might not have been it she might've had help whatever#i still think this is not an environment in which she can heal. sorry. get her OUT and into therapy STAT#here she's only causing a slew of unnecessary problems! let the nine year old LEAVE and get PSYCHOLOGICAL HELP!!#amane is here just for the shock value and the infighting she causes bc nobody in their right mind would put her ass in here#that being said#AMANE WHEN I GET YOU WHEN I GET YOU AMANE
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hi guys it’s time for my monthly cyno post. this time i bring you a redraw of the first cyno i drew almost 2 years ago YIPEEEE

#the willem dafoe picture is me. holding out 2 versions of the same drawing with different outfits because i can never pick one i like bette#had fun with this one though!! always love some unnecessary dramatic lighting#and always love cyno!!! what a freak!!! MY freak!!!#ok bye!! i’m gonna go not draw for 2 months again#cyno#cyno gi#genshin impact#wiklm art!!
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Cassandra: I've been here in jail for so long I think I've lost my mind.
Cassandra: The days turn into weeks, weeks into months.
Cassandra: How long have I been there now? Almost a year, no? Decades? Probably...
Daniela: ...
Bela*huge sigh*: This is Monopoly.
Bela: why didn't you study theater instead of math?
#house dimitrescu#resident evil village#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#resident evil 8#bela dimitrescu#re8#alcina dimitrescu#asks#incorrect quotes#and she'd just go on and on and on with these monologues it's endless with her#and makes it more dramatic the longer it remains#her sisters just roll their eyes @ her and carry on playing#while trying to ignore her and her unnecessary drama
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