#willow talks

[willowscasual]

The only "steamboat willie public domain crossover" production I will personally be participating in is relistening to re:dracula, but imagining steamboat willie in the segments from the captain of the Demeter

#things swiftly got out of hand with the number of Edgy Mickey projects as one may have predicted #and i will not be drawing anything myself #but this feels like a fun compromise #willow talks

[willowworkswithwords]

Steve receives love the way he gives it and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

so i was going through my drafts folder because i'm thinking it's time to dip my foot back into the fic writing pool, and I found this collection of snippets and ideas that all stemmed from this post from @rogueddie. I thought about maybe elaborating on some of these, but I also wanted to share because I really enjoyed this idea. I also think I may have posted about this a long while back, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the whole thing.

-Future -> uses a pen like a sorta-stylus to hit each of his computer keys sometimes. Eddie figures out it’s because the keys don’t have enough physical separation between them (they’re so shallow) and it sometimes messes with his eyes [is this a feasible vision issue he might have??] so Eddie buys him an “old fashioned” keyboard with the big keys, one of the big colorful trendy ones.

-Eddie and Wayne keep the foods he like, foods he’ll always eat no matter what. Eddie notices that he’ll never ask for any special foods when Wayne makes the grocery list (when he moves in with them) so he starts being sneaky and goes on a recon mission a.k.a. asking Robin, Nancy, and the kids what he likes. Since Steve also loves to cook, Eddie looks through his cookbooks and recipe box and finds the ones with notes on them and him and Wayne practice how to make them

“Hey Wayne?”

“Yeah?” Wayne calls from the couch, beer in hand and the game on.

Steve steps out from the kitchen, box of tea in hand.

“Where’d this come from?”

Wayne doesn’t turn around.

“What is it?”

“Uh, the tea?”

“Picked that up for you the other day, since you were saying you like it better than coffee sometimes.”

“Yeah but… you and Eddie don’t like tea?”

He doesn’t know why he says it like a question.

Wayne tilts his head against the back of the couch, craning it to look at Steve in a way that’s so reminiscent of Eddie it makes Steve smile a little.

“You do, though.”

-Right before Steve moves in, when he’s an anxious mess because his parents are coming back but he doesn’t realize he’s anxious for that reason, he starts hiding little bits of his stuff in the trailer, mostly in Eddie’s room and around the kitchen. This puzzles Eddie but Wayne thinks it’s like Steve’s trying to expel his energy in a not-so-productive way, though there are worse ways. So, Wayne starts asking Steve to help more around the house, but especially with repairs bc they found out that Steve knew a lot about repair.

Steve’s been around a lot. Wayne sees his pile of folded bedding tucked behind the couch, and sometimes he sees the Beemer leaving the trailer park as he comes up the road from the plant. During daylight hours, when Steve comes by to help Eddie or brings the kids over or stays for dinner, he shows almost no signs of anything being wrong.

But Wayne is a combat veteran. It’s been a long time for him, but he hasn’t forgotten, and he never will. He knows his nephew went through war, and that Steve was right alongside him. From what Wayne has gathered, Steve had been in that war for a few years, and had been dealing with the ups-and-downs for two years before Eddie ever knew about it.

It hurts Wayne deeply, to see the children (because that’s what they are—as he and all his comrades had been) endure the aftermath. So he sees when Steve flinches, when he clenches his fists, when he holds his breath and makes himself breathe evenly.

Tonight is the least in-control he’s ever seen Steve.

He’s over for dinner again. All three of them are in the living room, a baseball game on, much to Eddie’s long-suffering sighs.

-Steve will make his opinion known about arbitrary stuff like movies and music, but if it’s been a Bad Day or a Bad Time, and he does, and Eddie reacts to it in a way Steve sees as criticism, he will then defer everything to Eddie to a frustrating degree. Eddie finds out that when it comes to their relationship, not any other relationship Steve has, Steve is extremely afraid of screwing it up so he thinks that means he should let Eddie call all the shots.

-Eddie memorizes Steve’s orders at restaurants

-Eddie sews Steve’s clothes without Steve ever realizing

The sun is just peaking through the windows of the trailer on a Thursday morning when Eddie gets to work. Steve, when exhausted, will sleep through just about anything, and the week had been a long one. Eddie had the opposite problem, finding little respite even curled around Steve. So, the early morning found him gathering up Steve’s clothes and taking them out to the front porch of the trailer.

Already out there on the side table was his sewing kit, spools of thread and thimbles neat and ready. Already out there on the couch was Wayne, sipping his morning post-work coffee and looking out over the misty park.

Without a word, Eddie settled onto his end of the couch, knees pulled up, and grabbed one of Steve’s jeans. There was a rip along the inseam, and Eddie took to it with steady persistence. After the jeans were shirts and three sweatshirts. Stitch after stitch after stitch, and soon Steve wasn’t left with a single hole in all his wardrobe.

“He still hasn’t figured it out yet?” Wayne asks, grinning into his coffee.

“Nope. I’ve almost convinced him of the existence of brownies.”

Wayne barks a laugh and Eddie smiles down at the last rip he’s fixing, laughing with his uncle. Steve has been with them for a month and is just now finally easing up, finally letting them both in—for the big and small. Noticing Steve get frustrated with all the holes in his clothes was the least Eddie could do for him, and if it warms him from the inside out when Steve excitedly rustles through his pile of clothes and realizes they’re all perfectly wearable, well. That was just a plus.

-Eddie compliments Steve on his personality and who he is more than what he does, because especially in the first couple years after Vecna, while both of their bodies are still healing, Steve feels a lot of guilt about not being able to do all the things he used to be able to do to the same degree. Even once he’s healed and starts being able to be physical like he used to, Eddie knows Steve equates his value with his service, and tries to help him realize that he is so much more.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #wayne munson is a good uncle #wayne munson cares very much about eddie and about steve #wayne munson is an excellent ally #and excellent uncle #eddie loves steve so much #and he tries so hard to help steve see that #acts of service #speaking in your partner's love language #speaking other people's love languages as the secret sixth love language #willow writes #my fic #willow talks

[yearningsaphic]

Is anyone else not able to be in relationships because it gives you anxiety, your fear of a abandonment and your self-sacrificing tendencies as well such intense emotions you don’t know what to do with them and they end up turning into sewersuicidal thoughts?

#tw self destruction #tw self destructive behavior #tw s3lf harm #tw sh related #tw sui ideation #tw self h4rm #tw sh implied #tw self destructive thoughts #tw sewerslide #willow talks #miscellaneous #misc. #misc.txt

[bettercallwillow]

GUYS ME AND MY BESTIE WERE FUCKING AROUND LOOKING AT FUNNY PORN WHEN WE DISCOVERED THIS ABSOLUTE GEM LIKE HOLY FUCK YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW

defo frank castle vibes

NSFW

#willow talks #p.links

[willowbrookesblog]

I'm literally hurting so bad rn and it doesn't help that I am sick to my stomach, so some of you know that I had my tonsils and adenoids taken out yesterday and yesterday it wasn't that bad but today - today I literally am sick to my stomach and the pain when I swallow is about a 8/9 but when I don't swallow it's like a 5/6 and it doesn't help the fact that my allergies are kicking my ass rn so I keep coughing even though I'm not supposed to and I keep eating cold and soft foods but I can't really keep anything down bc of the pain medicine and I can't even suck on my fav popsicle bc it tastes like the pain medicine 🤮 sooo if I don't answer it's probably bc I'm past tf out

Love you guys 😘 @skxllz @oceansrose2002 @charlizekkelly @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @house-of-slayterr @blondrockerpaul @auntvamp

Pls kill me 🤪

#vent ig #willow talks

[wiliowisp]

you know that meme of showing a victorian boy something of the modern world? yeah that victorian boy is sebastian sallow. imagine trying to explain the internet to this mf. show him a meme and i think he'd have a seizure. try and explain the dense sociopolitical context of the trump mug shot and he'd simply pass away.

#willow talks #imagining explaining our world to him is so funny to me #i think he'd fuck with the minecraft soundtrack tho #dont ask me why just vibes #sebastian sallow

[maybefandomstuff]

#portal 2 #GLaDOS #willow talks

[artic-willow]

send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome💜💜💜

Awww thank you so much!!😭❤ sometimes I have the feeling the people I knew from the Duskwood fandom kinda forget about me because I don't post Duskwood content anymore but I promise I will❤

#angie 01040 #willow talks #chain game #duskwood #love y'all <33 #<33

[rosecunts]

cannot believe i have to mf pay for apple tv to watch a god damn football show

#willow talks #i cannot Find it anywhere to stream!!!! #ted lasso

[willowsquest]

i will not join artfight this year, i will not join artfight this year, i will not-

artfight theme: werewolves vs vampires

me:

#YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I DON'T HAVE THE TIIIIME #someone padlock one hand to my commissions and the other to my comics and throw away the key until august #willow talks #hi i need to post art here but also twitter is hell for posting any kind of blogging so i'm thinking out loud here lol #artfight 2023

[willowscasual]

Its a shame that tumblr live was implimented the way it was, because i personally would have LOVED to have a locally-integrated lightweight* way to stream directly onto my art blog, and then have the option for the VOD to be automatically saved as a video post that can be reblogged as normal. Or like, if they wanted to go a bit experimental with it (and save on the inevitable ballooning of data space), have the option to clip gifs out of your stream to then make into a gifset. Aesthetic girlies and art folks alike could surely have a hayday with that, right??

(*lightweight as in, announcing you're streaming on twitch is a whole effort and you're expected to have a LOT of customization and interaction and a lot of fiddly bits in OBS or Streamlabs to run it, but a "drop and go" type of stream right on your blog feels less formal, to me)

I've never had tiktok and have no plans to change that, but i DO think there could be a niche for short/mid-length streaming that's getting overlooked in the rush to tokify every website. (like a 1hr cap, compared to twitch's "hang out with me for 3-8 hours every day" style.) Tumblr will never ever have the funds to compete with twitch or youtube on video hosting services, but i think there are options for putting a creative spin on the concept of a livestream that could have integrated a lot more smoothly into the culture here

#thinking out loud about it since there's been a lot of yelling about the staff changes etc #i just want a low commitment way to stream that isnt walled off on discord yknow #willow talks

[willowworkswithwords]

Eddie looks at the empty fridge. Then his laundry. Back to the fridge.

Eddie’s brain’s been swimming in fog all night. The bites have been itchy, the nightmares had kept him up until he’d not bothered trying to sleep at all, and he feels like he’s gonna cry and for what. Just a basket of laundry and a near empty fridge.

It dawns on him that Wayne hasn’t left the factory yet, that Eddie could call him and ask him to get groceries on his way home. But Wayne’ been working longer shifts for a couple months now, to make up for the time he spent with Eddie in the hospital those first two weeks when no one was sure what was going to happen. Eddie’s been trying to do things on his own when Wayne isn’t there, to let him help when he is, to balance physical recovery and mental trauma and school and the bills sitting on the kitchen table.

Eddie won’t call Wayne.

He looks at the phone on the wall, weighs the pros and cons, tries to imagine himself getting into his van and driving all the way to the laundromat and then the grocery store by himself and already feels tired by it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Steve, it’s me.”

“Eddie, you ok?”

Eddie wraps the phone cord around his finger, grimacing at the worry he can practically see emanating from Steve.

“Yeah man, I’m uh, I’m like, fine? But could you help me do some, some errands?”

Eddie holds his breath, pulls the cord tight around his pinky finger.

“I’m on my way, Eddie. See you soon.”

And that’s that. Eddie hangs up, sliding his fingers from the cord and sits down on the couch, knee bouncing, until he hears the Beemer roll up onto the gravel drive. Steve let’s himself in and Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat when he realizes he’s left the door open this whole time and anything could have happened and—

“Hey Eddie,” Steve says, sliding onto the couch right next to Eddie, knee bumping bouncing knee.

“Hey.”

Steve presses his hand, just for a second, to Eddie’s knee. Eddie stills his knees but pulls a lock of hair into his mouth, can’t stop himself from doing it even as the voice that’s always in his head tells him to just stop.

Steve squeezes, then lets go. He stares at Eddie for a second more, then smiles softly and grabs the basket of laundry.

“Ok man, let’s go.”

“Can we, uh, run to the grocery store too?”

“Sure. Anywhere else?”

“No,” Eddie starts to lever himself up off the couch. “Thank you, Steve.”

Steve is already at the door, holding it open for Eddie as he props the basket up against his hip.

“No problem, man.”

His smile is soft, and Eddie feels his own lips curl up and knows Steve can see his eyes crinkle.

The early dawn of the morning is beautiful, promising. Eddie feels the anxiety of the night still gripping onto him, but it’s moved from his chest to his legs, which is better but still not best. Steve doesn’t try to make conversation as he sets the Beemer in motion, letting Eddie watch the passing trees to the tune of Tears for Fears. Maybe it’s because Eddie doesn’t even reach for the dial that Steve keeps quiet, or maybe it’s the gentle morning still making its way over the horizon, still burning off the last dredges of sleep.

Glancing at Steve, Eddie doesn’t think he got much sleep either.

The laundromat is on Eddie’s side of town, close enough to downtown that they’ll probably just walk to get groceries once the clothes are in the dryer. There’s no one else there, though a machine is running in the corner. Steve starts setting up the machine immediately, and Eddie suppresses his surprise behind a lock of hair. He wouldn’t have thought that Steve would know how to work the machine but wonders never cease. It lets Eddie sit down gingerly on chair by the window.

The restlessness in his legs has turned into an ache. Steve glances at him as he put the clothes in, separating lights and darks into two different machines. Eddie starts to push his hand into his pocket for change, but Steve, facing away from him, not even realizing, takes nickels and dime from his own pocket and pops them into both machines, setting them running.

“Here, I grabbed this for you,” Steve says, book in hand. It’s an old, tattered copy of a collection of science fiction Wayne had given him. It’d been sitting next to him on the couch, Eddie realized, and he takes it from Steve’s outstretched hand with a grin he can’t help.

“Thanks, Steve-o.”

Steve’s own grin breaks out. He pulls out his own book, which was in his back pocket, for whatever reason, and Eddie tries (and fails) to hold back the look of utter confusion that crosses his face. He swears Steve did that on purpose.

“Anytime, Ed.”

They sit in the loud-quiet, the clunking machine and soft sound of each other’s breaths, and for a little while, they just are.

#just a little something #drabble #domesticness #doing chores together #steve loves eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #willow talks #willow writes #two stories in one day this is craziness

[yearningsaphic]

Mom said it’s my turn to summon the Old Gods and bring about the destruction of the universe and mankind

#miscellaneous #misc.txt #misc. #willow.txt #willow talks #willow text posts #old gods #elder gods #eldritch #eldritch horror #hp lovecraft #lovecraft #lovecraftian

[bettercallwillow]

UPCOMING FICS

LATE NIGHT SMOKE - dbf!joel x reader

joel catches you sneaking out for a joint

read here!!

AFTER DARK - obi-wan x reader

you sneak into obi-wan’s room after hours

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - professor!sirius x reader

you accidentally send the wrong file to your professor

#willow talks #pedro pascal #joel miller #ewan mcgregor #obi wan kenobi #ben barnes #sirius black #dbf!joel #professor!sirius

[cliffsides]

i have three connecting flights today please send me good vibes so i make all of them and get to go homeeeee

#thank youuuu #mwah love you all #will update when i’ve made it home #willow talks

[wiliowisp]

my opinion is right so im saying it: if sebastian sallow existed in our world he'd be a broke english student with a twitch streaming career LIKE

#willow talks #im right dont even lie #sebastian sallow