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no more touching grass, I need to be embraced by moss and decompose to become one with the forest

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Greenhouse reading nooks 🌱

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oh to be slowly unfurling fern in the long-forgotten valley of a forest

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what we do in the shadows 5.08

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#HIS EYES!!!

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am i wrong?

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“yes but in canon” shhh idc about canon, let me be delulu. in the au fics everyone is nice and funny and cute and gay and i’ll continue to read them 🥰🥰

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“Here, we remember our friend, with a view as calming as his voice, on stone as strong as his spirit. He was not just our rock, he was our oak, sturdy and stoic, whose presence brought us comfort and whose branches touched us all. Rest in peace.”

“Sounds like he’s truly missed.”

Horizon Forbidden West (2022)

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Steve Harrington is infamous in his group of friends for saying no.

No to Dungeons and Dragons.

No to the Party's suicidal plans.

No to Max's attempts to persuade him to let her drive.

No to the oh-so-benevolent offer from his father, probably born out of guilt, to join him and his mother in their new life, to have a chance to be come their perfect son again.

No to Argyle's insistence on pineapple on pizza superiority.

He has a heart of gold though, so of course his "no" isn't set in stone, except for the one to his father. He says no to Dungeons and Dragons, but still drives Dustin to the Hellfire Club and makes himself comfortable on the couch, listening to Eddie's fantastic tales and all the voices he makes. He forbids the Party to do anything stupid, but when they inevitably do, he jumps in front of them, the spiked bat in hand, and protects them without a single second thought. He knocks on Max's door one day and tells her that if she intends to be a little menace behind the wheel, at least it will be on a parking lot and under his supervision. And when he hosts a pizza night, he does buy a canned pineapple, even though his nose crinkles in disgust when he slides it towards smiling Argyle.

So Steve's "no"s aren't set in stone, but they are still there, there's a "no" behind corner, waiting for another stupid plan, another silly decision.

But Steve Harrington can also say yes, and it's the sweetest sound in the world to Eddie Munson.

"Yes" to Eddie's insecure, panicked question if he's perhaps not misinterpreting the signs, if Steve perhaps likes him (Steve's "yes" is incredulous, accompanied with a bitchy roll of eyes, because he's just had his hands in Eddie's hair, his lips on his own, and how else would you interpret that, Munson?)

"Yes" to Eddie's question, hidden behind a strand of wavy hair and a shy smile, if Steve wants to spend the night.

"Yes" to whether Steve would happen to be free for Christmas, that there's always a free spot at his and Wayne's table (not for anyone, but Steve is special), and this "yes" is quiet, touched, followed by a lot of self-deprecating, typical-Steve rambles not to worry, that he's used to being alone on Christmas, but it's a "yes" all the same.

And finally, years in, when world perhaps becomes a kinder place, when all the horrors are behind them and Steve gets comfortable with a small belly over his muscles, when Eddie finds grey hairs in his mane and is overjoyed because they look like guitar strings, he slides a small box with a ring towards Steve, finally voicing the question that has been on his mind for years. Steve starts tearing up, almost spills his morning coffee as he grabs Eddie by his t-shirt and kisses him.

"I didn't think you'd want to, I mean, I do, so much but I never wanted to force you into anything, so...I...I don't know what to say," he whispers when they break apart for air.

Eddie smiles at him, traces those beloved moles with his fingertips. "That's an easy one, Stevie. Say yes."

And Steve Harrington does.

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Andreil + Physical Intimacy

Neil is usually the little spoon, but every once in a while, Andrew will let Neil press himself against his back, ghost his lips over the skin of his nape. He’ll let Neil hold a hand over his heart to feel his rapid, living pulse, and Neil will whisper, “Who’s the rabbit now?”

Andrew likes to ruck Neil’s shirt up in the mornings while they’re still in bed. He’ll trace the scars on his stomach, the lithe carvings of muscle. If things are headed in a particular direction, Andrew will run his tongue along his favorite lines.

When Neil is looking to drive Andrew crazy, he’ll take his thumb and drag it along Andrew’s lower lip. He’ll take Andrew’s earlobe between his teeth, walk his fingertips down the length of his spine. All Andrew can do is hold onto Neil’s shoulders for dear life.

When Andrew is looking to drive Neil up the wall, all he has to do is show off a little. Put in some effort on the court, give Matt a run for his money at the gym. One time, Andrew wore his (and Neil’s) favorite muscle tee to bench in and Neil actually biffed it on the treadmill.

Neil will sit on Andrew’s lap when there isn’t enough room. The other Foxes have learned not to mention it. Card games are the only exception; Neil is a chronic and compulsive cheater.

When Andrew can’t stand the feeling of his own skin, let alone someone else’s, the closest Neil can get is the other end of the couch. He doesn’t waste the space, though—fills it with various details about his day, interesting things he read online, things he likes about Andrew. Andrew grips the lifeline with both hands and lets it drag him back to safety. When he finally gets there, Neil’s arms are open, loving, and ready.

Neil’s bad days are characterized by sporadic bouts of dissociation. Andrew doesn’t like to touch him when he’s like that, but Neil has made it clear that it’s okay—it helps—so Andrew will clamp a hand over the back of his neck. He’ll stroke his thumb over the bone that juts out at the top of his spine, press his forehead against Neil’s. “You are Neil Josten,” he’ll say. “You are real, and you are home.”

When they move in together after college, Andrew declares Sundays a “no-run” day. Sometimes, Neil sleeps in with him. Others, he’ll roll out of bed to make them both breakfast. When that happens, Andrew will find him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist from behind, forehead pressed into the space between Neil’s shoulders. Neil will smile, let the back of his head rest against the top of Andrew’s, because this is it, for him—Andrew will always be it.

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childhood friends in a zombie apocalypse AU? Cute:“)

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HZD Photo Mode - 10/∞

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I never had a mother.                          What are you talking about? You had two.

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Happy Birthday, Horizon Zero Dawn!

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flirting 101

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Had some musings about how Ikrie would cope with the Meridian heat if she had gone to help in the final battle - Not all that well!