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I simply don’t know what to do with myself after listening to this album.

People already ranking songs when I haven't processed a single thing... as if Taylor's works don't marinate... I simply can't serve raw chicken

#ttpd #taylor swift #who gave her the right

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i may not be the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest but i sure am the sleepiest

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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

#steddie #merthur #wolfstar #drarry #ronance

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Reblogging so I can read this in full when AO3 ain’t down and ruining my life 🙃

They say it’s for his own good. Because he’s dangerous. But Steve doesn’t feel any more dangerous than he did before this whole mess. Like, seriously, he could kill literal monsters with nothing more than a bat covered in rusty nails. He doesn’t feel any more dangerous now than he did when he hit Billy Hargrove with a fucking car or when he held back in all the fights he’s ever lost. Because he could kill fucking monsters. He wasn’t gonna find out if he was capable of killing teenage boys too.

He sees Eddie sometimes.

Eddie looks dangerous, but then he always has. Even if he never was. He always had that look to him, with his leather and chains and heavy boots. Dangerous in a good way.

Now he looks bloodthirsty.

Well, ha, Steve thinks. That’s because he is.

Steve is too, but he doesn’t think that’s grounds for imprisonment. He doesn’t think that’s grounds for being held hostage in the newly reopened and renovated Hawkins Lab.

They say it’s because he’s dangerous, but if that’s the case then they should’ve locked him up years ago. They should’ve seen what was wrong with him back when he was that asshole popular kid at Hawkins High.

Every time he sees Eddie these days it’s when they’re being shoved down hallways. They have Eddie in a mask to prevent biting. Some clear plastic thing that shows his snarling face as he’s pushed. His teeth are sharp and pointed, and he has this wild look in his eyes. There’s blood inside the mask more often than not. Whether it’s someone else’s every time, or if it’s Eddie’s, Steve never really knows. A mix of both, most likely.

They make eye contact and Steve tries to tell him they’ll get out of this mess, and Eddie looks back at him like he wants to believe him, but just can’t.

Steve doesn’t blame him. He’s lost track of how long they’ve been here. He stopped counting after six months, after the lines he carved into his wall with a sharp fingernail — talon, really — became too numerous to hide behind the one pin-up girl poster they gave him for good behavior after the second week.

Weird reward, if you ask Steve. The orderly that put it up for him smirked, said something about tissues in the cabinet in the corner of his room, and then left without another word.

Really fucking weird.

The head scientist comes into Steve’s room. Steve can’t remember his name. Matthews or Mathson or… Something. Doesn’t matter. Not like Steve really needs to know. He’s just called The Doctor and that’s that.

“According to our records, today’s a very special day, indeed. Happy birthday, Steven,” he says, looking down at Steve’s chart.

So it’s February fourteenth… But —

“How old am I?” Steve asks.

“Twenty-two,” the doctor answers.

Twenty two… Which means it’s 1988. Steve’s been here over a year and a half, since June ‘86 when they took him in the dead of night. Things had been weird before that. He’d been having cravings, and Eddie came back from the dead, clawed his way out of the Upside Down all by himself. He came back different, but still the same Eddie that Steve had mourned.

Twenty two years old and he doesn’t even remember turning twenty one.

“Since it’s your birthday,” the doctor continues. “We decided you deserve a reward for being so cooperative during your stay. Something you choose yourself, anything you want — within reason, mind you. Don’t ask to get out of here because that won't be happening. But if we can get it for you, it’s yours to keep.”

“Eddie,” Steve blurts out. “I want Eddie. I want him moved into my cell permanently. Get us bunk beds or some shit.”

“Ah, yes, well,” the doctor sighs. “Mr Munson is quite….”

“Dangerous? Insane? I can keep him in check,” Steve says quickly. “Look, we were friends before all of this and now we’re in the same boat. I understand him. If you want to get through to him, do this for me and I can help.”

None of that is true, of course. He’s not gonna make Eddie do shit, and he really doesn’t think he could if he wanted to. He’s wild, a little more monster than Steve is. It probably has something to do with being stuck in the Upside Down after he died. Different, but still Eddie.

Steve doesn’t blame him for the trouble he’s been causing. He’s seen it firsthand only a couple of times, but sometimes his doctors go missing and never come back. Sometimes they’re covered in blood when they come to see him after being with Eddie.

It’s not hard to guess what happens there.

“We’ll try it,” the doctor says. “But I can’t imagine why that’s what you want.”

He writes something down on his clipboard, clicks his pen with a sigh, and stands.

“I will see what we can do.”

And then he‘s gone.

Steve waits two days. Two days where no one comes to see him, to poke him with needles or flash lights in his eyes. He’s delivered his meals through the slot in his door, but that’s all that happens. He drinks the blood they give him. Animal today, he knows. They switch it up on him, and he’s found he can tell the difference easily now. It’s not the same as human, but it does the job.

It keeps him alive. It keeps him from wanting to tear himself limb from limb because of hunger and thirst. There’s still an itch in his throat and a nagging in the back of his mind saying he’s not satisfied, but it’s better than nothing.

On the second day, he’s told to stand against the back wall, and he complies easily. Complying means rewards — it means he doesn’t get hurt. The first few days he was here he was uncooperative and they beat him. It was too much like being in the Russian bunker beneath Starcourt again.

So he stopped fighting back. He stopped spitting and hissing, he stopped trying to sink his teeth into anything he could reach. And in turn he got rewards. He’s given more time outside his room, more time to sit in a room with a rainbow around the walls and a bunch of old children’s toys.

He knows he’s at Hawkins Lab. He can feel it, can feel something in the back of his head that tells him his family is close. His real family — Robin and Nancy and Dustin and everyone else. He knows he’s in Hawkins Lab and he can’t help but wonder if El lived in the same room as him, if she pushed around the same Hot Wheels car he does when he’s bored.

He stands in his room now, and it’s really a cell, but he doesn’t like to call it that, and he watches as two men carry his bed out. Two more come in with bunk beds that look like two of the regular beds welded together — thin metal frames with thin mattresses. Straight out of a prison.

The doctor comes into the room and he’s carrying a box in his arms. Steve can’t see what’s inside it, but he thinks they might be the few personal belongings Eddie has. The box gets set on the bottom bunk. An orderly comes in with a pile of extra blankets and two pillows. Those get set on the beds, too.

They all leave without a word, but Steve knows he won’t be alone for much longer. He knows that they’re going to get Eddie to him, and soon enough, they’re both going to be able to escape. Together.

Steve doesn’t know how long he sits there on the bottom bunk, but it’s a while. He only spares a single glance into the box, and he sees a spare hospital gown, and some clean underwear inside it. There’s a book sitting on top, tattered and splattered with blood. At least Eddie has that, Steve supposes.

The heavy metal door to Steve’s room opens and Eddie is shoved in, snarling and snapping at the guard behind him, holding his hands in shackles behind his back. They have heavy wool mittens on him, his plastic mask covering the bottom half of his face. Steve’s surprised they don’t just put him in a straitjacket and throw him into a padded room.

They make eye contact, Eddie’s formerly chocolate brown eyes now deep red. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail and shows his slightly pointed ears. Steve’s look the same, and his eyes are still mostly brown, but he can see the red swirling around inside them during the few occasions he can look in the mirror.

Eddie sniffs the air through his mask, bares his teeth. Steve can see the blood in his mouth through the clear plastic.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. What if Eddie hurts him too? What if he’s… What if he’s not Eddie anymore? If the last bits of his humanity have drained out of him, if he’s been forced to let the monster inside take full control… Steve doesn’t know what he’ll do.

I’d let the monster take me, too, he thinks, and then immediately regrets it. He doesn’t want to be that, and in his head he’s holding a snarling beast back with wrought iron bars, in a cell not too different from the one his physical body stands in. He’s gotten this far. It would be a waste to not even try.

The guard leaves Eddie where he stands, still cuffed, and backs away to the door. He slams it shut and locks it, then slides open the food slot. Eddie growls, jerks at his cuffs, trying to get free.

“Munson!” the guard barks. “Back up against the door.”

Eddie backs up until he’s against the door and Steve hears the key unlocking the cuffs around Eddie’s wrists.

The mittens come off next, and both things get pulled through the slot. The guard quickly slides it shut. Eddie is free from his restraints, and now he and Steve are alone.

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Eddie: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Steve: You and me!!!

Eddie, tearing up: Okay.

#🥺🥺🥺 #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #my babies

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Only the Flying Dutchman can save them now

I’m finding it really hard to view the Titanic submersible nonsense with appropriate gravity because goddamn this was the most avoidably stupid way to die we’ve seen in a while.

Oh it’s an untethered, van-sized tube, steered by an off-brand PS3 controller, that navigates via text messages from the mothership, the texts are transmitted by Musky’s satellites, and it has no hatch, instead being bolted together around the occupants from the outside. The CEO of the company considers “safety” an obstacle, and the vehicle is unregulated and unapproved, so you have to sign a waiver that mentions death three times in the first page to board it. Every single one of those points is a reason to not board the thing.

And to top it off, these dipshits decide to name their ACME-ass submersible the Titan, and take it to the most legendary monument to Man’s Hubris on the planet, 3.7 kilometres into the abyss. Like there’s tempting fate, and then there’s this horseshit.

These MFs paid $250000 for a Darwin Award and a starring role in “Worst ways to die” Youtube videos for decades to come.

Don’t weep for the stupid, you’ll be crying all day.

#titanic submersible

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#happy birthday to me #2 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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Saying that Daenerys is ‘mad’ and ‘evil’ and ‘tHeRe WeRe sIgNs fRom tHe bEgiNniNg’ because she smiled while watching her brother die is ludicrous. Can she not be glad that she’s finally rid of the abuse she received all her life at the hands of her brother and that he no longer has the power to abuse her anymore???

Anyway she wasn’t smiling she was expressionless. Two different things but I digress.

If you want to talk about smiling while watching your abuse die then look at sansa. Now I’m not saying it wasn’t badass or that it wasn’t well deserved because let’s be real it was well deserved and matter of fact it’s the only time I can bare to stand her throughout the entire series. But you can’t vilify one character and not the other over the same situation.

Both outlived their abusers. Both were happy they were gone.

End of story me thinks.

#slander cannot kill a dragon #I’m rewatching got #wish me luck #Daenerys Targaryen

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childhood: the care bears would never allow anakin to fall to the darkside. they would simply explode palpatine and save padme and obiwan would be friends with tenderheart.

adolecence: don't be cringe don't be cringe don't be cringe.

adulthood: the care bears would never allow eddie to die. they would simply explode henry and save eddie and set steve and eddie up on a date because steve and tenderheart would be friends.

#in this essay I will… #steddie

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steddie really is morticia and gomez. jessica and roger rabbit. the dragon and the donkey in shrek. flawless.

#flawless indeed #steddie

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Bestie where’s the rest of it 🥺👉👈

Steddie Twilight au with Eddie as the new guy at school who gets stuck next to some dude that won't stop covering his nose like Eddie stinks and sitting as far away from him as possible. And then, when the bell rings, he flies out of his chair like a bat out of hell. Just the other day, he walked in on him trying to change out of the one class they shared together. It pisses Eddie off. What did he do to piss off some guy he hasn't even had a conversation with yet? No one else seems to think his behaviour is weird or rude, and that drives Eddie insane. He's not putting up with it any longer.

"What's your deal, Harrington?" He slams his hands down on the back of Steve's expensive car one morning before school to get his attention. Steve barely jumps; it's almost like he heard Eddie coming. "I get that you're probably not used to people standing up to you and calling you out on your shit behaviour, but I'm not gonna just sit there and let you treat me like shit."

Steve seems confused. He furrows his brows and stares at Eddie as if he's trying to understand him, like Eddie didn't just speak fucking English. "I'm sorry- " his sentence gets cut off by a loud screech coming from behind them, there are people shouting and scattering. Eddie doesn't have time to react because there's suddenly a car sliding across the icy road towards him. "Eddie!" Steve yells, and before the car can crush Eddie against the back of Steve's car, Steve grabs a hold of him and stops it with his hand. Eddie's in shock, unable to take his eyes off the huge dent in the van that nearly crushed him. The dent from Steve's hand.

"Are you alright?" "Is he hurt?" "I'm calling 911."

There are so many voices around him but his ears are ringing and all he can do is nod. Steve's gone from his side. He didn't even see him leave. But he knew for certain that Steve just stopped a fucking car with his hand without even a scratch. Or maybe he hallucinated that. No. The evidence is right in front of him. "Where's Steve?" He asks nobody in particular as they help him up to the very unnecessary ambulance.

"Steve? Steve wasn't here. He left early with his sister, Robin. His cars broken down."

"I think he has a concussion."

Eddie feels like he's gone crazy. Steve was there. He'd literally spoken to him. Felt his arm around his waist as he pulled him to his side and ... stopped the van. He stares up at the roof of the ambulance and tries to remember everything clearly but it had happened so fast. One minute he was confronting Steve, the next he was flush against Steve's side and fearing for his life.

He needs to talk to Steve. He doesn't care how crazy he sounds, he knows what he saw.

#steddie #plz update this

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When you find a new OTP and swear you're going to be normal about it this time

#steddie #ronance #gallavich #destiel #johnlock #merthur #sterick #anidala

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Kitkats have no right being this tasty

#3am thoughts #kitkat

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Gross

Dany antis are something else. First there was that Dany anti with the url “daughter-ofthe-harpy” (they changed their username now, I guess they realized how that sounded). Now I just saw a Dany anti in Dany’s tag with the url “grazdan”. They sure seem to be proud of their slaver usernames. (And of course they’re both stansas and j0nsas).

#how embarrassing #daenerys defense squad

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and i’m right !

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It’s funny, in media (tv shows, movies etc) I’ve noticed that everyone refers to themselves as ‘Khaleesi’ when referencing got even after the show ended and those misogynistic see you next Tuesdays tried with all their power to destroy her reputation. But my queen still slays 👑👩‍🦳

(I’m referencing Tegan price from HTGAWM btw but I’ve seen it so many times in other things)

#everyone wants to be Daenerys #nobody wants to be a sansa #sorry not sorry #fire cannot kill a dragon #daenerys defense squad #pro daenerys #Daenerys Targaryen

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If not supposed to ship why “you need to spend less time looking for a girlfriend and more time looking for Eddie” 🤔

#Dustin said it not me #steddie