#clauses

[aalt-ctrl-del]

The Santa Clause is a hilarious movie if you view from an outsiders perspective.

Your kid has a vivid imagination and the mother and step father blame the divorced father, who doesn't spend a lot of time with joint kid Charlie to begin with. They essentially think the kid is having some sort of dangerous psychotic break that needs immediate intervention.

Your kid is 10.

Like man, Laura and Neil are pointlessly cruel in the movie. Your kids going through a phase, but because they were hurt during one Christmas when they were kids, they just lose their shit on anything vaguely Santa themed. Scott Calvin triggers their "irrational lashing out" as Charlie put it in the beginning.

And in all this, Scott is having this weird midlife crisis he doesn't understand WHAT THE HELL is going on. From Scott's perspective, he's in this bizarre metamorphosis transitioning to become thee Santa Claus, with omniscient powers and memetic influence over Christmas themed animals and other children - all of which he has no control over.

And Neil has some wild issues he needs to work through. It's ironic 'coz he's a psychiatrist, but he's kinda abusing his role - the sweaters are an obvious giveaway. I hope Neil got the help he needed.

I like the Nordic themes in the first movie.

#the santa clause #the santa claus #clause #scott calvin #charlie calvin #clauses #santa clause stories where someone inherits the role santa is like coming of midlife age story #its so funny #i would like a black man becomes santa story #cause they found evidence that indicates the og saint Nicolas was a black man #an original story and the guys journey to becoming santa #NOT A FUKING REMAKE AN ORIGINAL STORY

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The Santa Clauses: Cast and Character Guide

The Santa Clauses: Cast and Character Guide

After over 15 years, Tim Allen is finally getting fitted for his red hat and coat and checking a certain list twice, because The Santa Clause franchise is coming to town once again, this time with the Disney+ original series, The Santa Clauses (2022). As the recent teaser trailer shows, Allen will once again be stepping into the shoes of Scott Calvin, the man who accidentally acquired the title…

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#cast #character&8230; #Clauses #guide #Santa

[kathswonderworld]

- Clauses - (Exercise!)

Heya there! It's me again! And below is the ultimate-super-duper important main quest that you must push through before I let you pass! I have already told you before, right? So you must be prepared! As I always say: be a good human being and don't cheat. Well, here we go!

Exercise! Part I Put "i" for independent sentence and "d" for dependent clause in the blank space! 1. We are going to get some sandwiches. [...] 2. Because I want to eat a sandwich. [...] 3. After all that we have went through. [...] 4. I was watching Courage the Cowardly Dog on the TV. [...] 5. So I got that gorgeous table. [...] Part II Identify the part in italic and put "n" for noun clause, "adj" for adjective clause, or "adv" for adverb clause in the blank space! 1. Courage, who was actually a coward, was fending off an alien chicken. [...] 2. Whatever you choose is what we are going to order. [...] 3. I was brushing my teeth when my cat came barging through the door. [...] 4. I was doing stuffs before she came. [...] 5. Whatever that is outside that door will probably murder us. [...] Now, to the fun part: the answers! Answers: Part I 1. i 2. d 3. d 4. 1 5. d Part II 1. adj 2. n 3. adv 4. adv 5. n ...Are you done? Heh, well done. Now you can finally move on to... wherever you want to, I suppose. Anyways, my job here as a simple quest giver is done. How about that? Are you still confused? The posts before are always there and my corner is always open. Just letting you know. Welp, since you are done here, I guess I gotta go too... Bye!

#clauses #sentence writing #literature #noun clause #adjective clause #adverb clause #english #exercise

[deliasamed]

Punctuation Marks in English

Punctuation Marks in English

Punctuation marks in English serve various purposes, including indicating pauses, separating elements, clarifying meaning, and organizing text.        

Period (.):

Here are various cases in English grammar where the period (full stop) is used:   End of a Declarative Sentence: A period is used at the end of a declarative sentence, which makes a statement or expresses an idea. Example: She went to the store.     End of an Imperative Sentence: A period is used at the end of an imperative sentence, which gives a command or makes a request. Example: Please pass the salt.     End of an Exclamatory Sentence: A period can be used at the end of an exclamatory sentence to indicate a mild or understated exclamation. Example: How beautiful the sunset is.     End of an Abbreviation: A period is used at the end of an abbreviation to signify the abbreviation is complete. Example: Dr. Smith is waiting for you.     End of an Initial in a Name: A period is used after an initial in a name. Example: J. R. R. Tolkien wrote “The Lord of the Rings.”     End of an Ellipsis: A period is used at the end of an ellipsis when it concludes a sentence. Example: “Are you coming to the party...?”     End of a Decimal Number: A period is used as a decimal point in numbers. Example: 3.14 is the value of pi.     End of a URL or Web Address: A period is used in URLs to separate different levels of domain names. Example: www.example.com     End of Abbreviated Time: A period is used to separate hours and minutes in abbreviated time. Example: The train arrives at 6:00 a.m.     End of an Abbreviated Title: A period is used at the end of an abbreviated title. Example: Mr. and Mrs. Smith are our neighbours.          

Comma (,):

Here are the various cases in English grammar where the comma is used:     Separating Items in a List: Commas are used to separate items in a list of three or more. Example: I need to buy apples, oranges, and bananas.     Separating Independent Clauses in a Compound Sentence: Commas are used to separate two independent clauses in a compound sentence when they are joined by a coordinating conjunction (and, but, or, nor, for, so, yet). Example: She likes to read, but she doesn't enjoy writing.     Setting Off Introductory Elements: Commas are used to set off introductory words, phrases, or clauses at the beginning of a sentence. Examples: After finishing her work, she went for a walk. In my opinion, the movie was excellent.     Separating Coordinate Adjectives: Commas are used to separate coordinate adjectives (adjectives that independently modify the same noun). Example: It was a beautiful, sunny day.   Setting Off Non-Restrictive (Non-Essential) Clauses or Phrases: Commas are used to set off non-restrictive clauses or phrases that provide additional, non-essential information. Example: John, who is my brother, lives in New York.     Separating Direct Quotations: Commas are used to separate the speaker's words from the rest of the sentence when introducing a direct quotation. Example: She said, “I’ll be there by noon.”     Separating Appositives: Commas are used to separate appositives (noun phrases that rename or explain a nearby noun) from the rest of the sentence. Example: My friend Sarah, a talented musician, will perform tonight.     Separating Adverbial Clauses and Phrases: Commas are used to separate adverbial clauses or phrases that modify the main clause of a sentence. Example: If you study hard, you will pass the exam.     Setting Off Parenthetical Elements: Commas are used to set off parenthetical elements (words, phrases, or clauses that could be removed without changing the essential meaning of the sentence). Example: The weather, surprisingly, remained pleasant throughout the day.     Joining Independent Clauses with a Conjunction: Commas are used before a coordinating conjunction (and, but, or, nor, for, so, yet) to join two independent clauses in a compound sentence. Example: She went to the store, and she bought some groceries.          

Semicolon (;):

Here are the various cases in English grammar where the semicolon (;) is used:     Joining Independent Clauses in a Compound Sentence: Semicolons are used to join two closely related independent clauses in a compound sentence when they are not connected by a coordinating conjunction (and, but, or, nor, for, so, yet). Example: She finished her exam early; however, she still had to wait for the others to finish.     Separating Items in a List with Internal Punctuation: Semicolons are used to separate items in a list when the items themselves contain commas. Example: The participants came from various countries: France, with 10 representatives; Germany, with 8; and Spain, with 6.     Clarifying Lists: Semicolons can be used to clarify items in a list, especially when the items are long or complex. Example: Our itinerary includes visits to London, England; Paris, France; and Rome, Italy.     Joining Independent Clauses in a Complex List: Semicolons are used to join independent clauses in a complex list, where commas are already used within the items. Example: For dinner, she ordered pasta with tomato sauce, which was her favorite; salad with balsamic vinaigrette, which was his favorite; and pizza with extra cheese, which was their favorite.     Clarifying Complex Sentence Structures: Semicolons can be used to clarify complex sentence structures or to prevent confusion when there are multiple commas within a sentence. Example: The conference was attended by representatives from New York, New York; Los Angeles, California; and Chicago, Illinois.     Joining Clauses with Transitional Phrases: Semicolons can be used to join clauses when the second clause begins with a transitional phrase or conjunctive adverb (however, therefore, consequently, moreover, nevertheless, etc.). Examples: She decided to take the job; however, she was still hesitant about relocating.     She finished her exam early; however, she still had to wait for the others to finish.   The participants came from various countries: France, with 10 representatives; Germany, with 8; and Spain, with 6.          

Colon (:):

Here are the various cases in English grammar where the colon (:) is used:     Introducing a List: Colons are used to introduce a list of items, especially when the items are preceded by a complete sentence or clause. Example: Please bring the following items: pen, paper, and notebook.     Introducing an Explanation or Expansion: Colons are used to introduce an explanation, elaboration, or expansion of the preceding clause or statement. Example: The recipe calls for three main ingredients: flour, sugar, and eggs.     Introducing a Quotation or Dialogue: Colons can be used to introduce a quotation, dialogue, or speech. Example: He said: “I’ll be there by noon.”     Introducing a Subtitle: Colons are used to separate a title and a subtitle in books, articles, and other works. Example: The title of the book is “The Elements of Style: A Guide to Effective Writing.”     Introducing a Formal Statement or Announcement: Colons are used to introduce a formal statement or announcement. Example: The announcement read as follows: “Due to inclement weather, the event has been postponed.”     Indicating Ratios and Time: Colons are used to indicate ratios and time. Example: The ratio of boys to girls in the class is 2:1. The meeting is scheduled for 9:00 a.m.     Introducing Examples or Illustrations: Colons can be used to introduce examples or illustrations. Example: She has one hobby she enjoys most: painting.     Introducing Direct Speech or Thoughts: Colons can be used to introduce direct speech or thoughts in certain contexts. Examples: His question lingered in her mind: What should she do next?   Please bring the following items: pen, paper, and notebook.   The recipe calls for three main ingredients: flour, sugar, and eggs.   The meeting is scheduled for 9:00 a.m.            

Question Mark (?):

Direct Questions: Question marks are used at the end of direct questions. Example: “Where are you going?”          

Exclamation Mark (!):

  Expressing Strong Emotions: Exclamation marks are used to indicate strong emotions, surprise, excitement, or emphasis. Example: “Congratulations on your promotion!”     Interjections: Exclamation marks are used after interjections. Example: “Wow! That was amazing!”    

Quotation Marks (" "):

  Direct Speech: Quotation marks are used to enclose direct speech or dialogue. Example: She said, “I’ll be there by noon.”     Titles of Short Works: Quotation marks are used to enclose titles of short works such as articles, poems, and short stories. Example: “The Road Not Taken” is a famous poem by Robert Frost.     Quoting Words or Phrases: Quotation marks are used to indicate that a word or phrase is being quoted or used ironically. Example: His so-called “friends” abandoned him when he needed them most.     Scare Quotes: Quotation marks are used to indicate irony, skepticism, or to distance the writer from a term or phrase. Example: The “rules” of the game were constantly changing.        

Parentheses ( ):

Parentheses, also known as round brackets, are punctuation marks used to enclose additional information within a sentence. Here are some examples of their usage:     Clarifying Information: Examples: The seminar (scheduled for next Friday) has been postponed.   John Smith (the CEO of the company) will be joining us for the meeting.     Inserting an Explanation: Examples: The results of the experiment were inconclusive (due to equipment malfunction).   The new policy (implemented last month) aims to streamline our workflow.     Including Acronyms or Abbreviations: Examples: The World Health Organization (WHO) has issued new guidelines.   Please refer to the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) website for more information.     Indicating Optional Elements: Examples: The participants (including managers and team leaders) are required to attend.   Please submit your report by Friday (if possible).     Nested Parentheses: Example: Our office hours are 9 am to 5 pm (Monday to Friday, excluding public holidays).          

Dash (– or —):

Dashes can be used to indicate a sudden break or change in thought, to set off explanatory or parenthetical statements, or to emphasize a point. Example: She was finally ready to leave—after hours of preparation.   The students—all of whom had studied diligently—performed exceptionally well.          

Ellipsis (...):

This is used to indicate omitted words or a pause in speech or thought. Example: “Are you coming to the party...?” “I thought we agreed to meet at... oh, never mind.”      

Apostrophe ('):

The apostrophe has two main uses: Contractions: It is used to indicate the omission of one or more letters in contractions, typically to combine a pronoun or verb with a preceding word. Examples: “They’re” is a contraction of “they are.” “Can’t” is a contraction of “cannot.”     Possessive Forms: It is used to indicate possession or ownership, typically by adding’s to singular nouns and’ to plural nouns ending in -s. Examples: The dog’s tail (possessive form of singular noun) The students’ notebooks (possessive form of plural noun)            

Hyphen (-):

The hyphen is primarily used to join words or parts of words, often to create compound words or clarify meaning. Compound Words: It is used to join two or more words to create compound nouns, adjectives, or verbs. Examples: Well-known High-speed Self-confidence     Word Division: It is used at the end of a line to indicate that a word is divided between syllables. Example: He lived in a small-town atmosphere.     Clarifying Meaning: It is used to clarify the meaning of a phrase or avoid confusion. Examples: Recovered-memory therapy (therapy focused on recovered memories) Re-sign (to sign again) vs. resign (to quit)     Prefixes and Suffixes: is used with prefixes and suffixes to avoid ambiguity or awkward spellings. Examples: Pre-election Anti-inflammatory   These are the primary punctuation marks in English, each serving its unique purpose in clarifying and organizing written communication.           Punctuation Marks in English Complex Sentence With Multiple Dependent Sentences Conditional Sentences without “IF” Direct (Quoted) and Indirect (Reported) Speech Compound Sentences Declarative Sentence in English Grammar English Fractional Numerals   Read the full article

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[happi-speech]

I have finally mentally differentiated the clause nominalizing "that" from the demonstrative distal pronoun "that" lol

#idk why it was takin me so long #linguistics #my speech #pronouns #clause nominalizer #clauses

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Frazsanta (inspired by Frank Frazetta’s Death Dealer) by Regin Wellander

#art #illustration #digital art #dark art #horror #fantasy #folklore #santa #santa clause #reindeer #sorta #christmas #winter

[harmonizingsunsets]

Running Gags in Hatchetfield Musicals pt 10 | Fake Musicals within a Musical

#StarKid #robert manion tw #team starkid #gwdlm #Black Friday #black friday musical #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #working boys #the guy who didn't like musicals #Santa clause is going to high school #barbecue monologues #joey richter #jon matteson #lauren lopez #emma perkins #ted spankoffski #angela giarratana #mariah rose faith #mariah rose faith casillas

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb could kill Macbeth!

This is due to the fact that, canonically, neither of his parents "bothered to show up" to his birth, putting him under the Unconventional Birth category.

#Unconventional Birth Clause #Phineas and Ferb #Heinz Doofenshmirtz

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve’s mother was the black sheep of her family.

Stella hated the snow, and the isolation of the small town she grew up in. Hated the bright colors, and sheer friendliness of the neighbors. How everyone was always involved in each other’s business, at all times--and how getting involved meant sharing.

Giving up your time for the greater good.

‘We’re one big family!’ Her father had told her, and hadn’t understood why she found the concept utterly revolting.

Just like she couldn’t understand why they never agreed with her ideas. Things would run so much more smoothly with more rules, better regulations. They didn’t need to rely on magic when they had spreadsheets.

Who cared if some people were upset? If some of the workers where put out of jobs, or “hurt” by her changes?

That was how evolution worked.

The strongest survived, and the business world demanded only the strongest of leaders.

She didn’t regret leaving.

Didn’t look behind her for a second, all too happy to go to college and find herself a rich man to make miserable.

Even had a child, though they were never her favorite things. Her Steven of course, would be so much different from the children she’d grown up among or the ones she helped oversee for her father's work.

He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t shriek or scream or make demands of busy adults. Steven would know his place, and he would stay in it until he had grown into a reasonable adult.

No unrealistic expectations, not from her son.

And absolutely, 100%, no magic.

(Unfortunately for Stella Harrington and her relationship with her son, magic does not obey the whims of one person.

Particularly not that kind of magic, one far older than Stella could comprehend.)

See: Steve knew where he came from. Would never say it of course, outright refused to put a name to it.

Knew better, even when he was young, than to speak it aloud.

Though his mother had long abandoned any powers given to her, Steve was still born with his. When lonely, he often found he could wander into a different kind of woods. 

One absolutely covered in snow.

Steve should have been cold in those woods, but he never was, not even the first time he stumbled into them at the tender age of seven.

These trees never scared him. Not like the ones in his backyard sometimes did.

The whole place felt rather welcoming in a way his own house had never been, and as Steve had stumbled along following the faint glow of lights, he found himself feeling more relaxed.

Happy.

Even at seven, Steve was smart enough to know he needed to turn back, after a while. That his mother would be furious with him if he caused her to miss the meeting she needed to go to.

That he had a responsibility to be where she put him.

He hadn’t crested the hill yet. Hadn’t quite figured out where the glow was coming from, when he realized he needed to go home--but his trip wasn’t wasted.

A baby reindeer distracted him.

It peeked around a tree, and upon seeing him, came dashing his way.

Steve should be scared, would have been scared, but something in him told him this creature was his friend. He held out his hands and greeted it as such.

He was right.

A few more little reindeer came up over the hill, running around him, and together he played what felt like a game as he walked back in the direction he thought his house lay.

Said his goodbyes when the snow started to wane and made promises to return.

Found, sadly, that he wouldn’t get another chance too for almost a full year. He was too busy, signed up for multiple sports, handed over to tutors and taught life skills by a parade of nannies, none of whom ever stayed for long.

He dreamed of the snow.

The gentle way the woods felt.

It was what made him tell the lie that let him go back.

Steve was eight by then, and smart to how his parents and nannies worked. That some of them overlapped their stays when his parents went away.

So it was easy to tell Mary that she could go.

That it was okay, really. Carla had just called, she was on her way.

Just like it was easy to tell Carla that his parents' plans had changed. Let her know she wasn’t needed after all.

What harm would it do if he was alone for a night? His father kept telling him he was a big boy. Soon he’d be on his own anyway.

The snow found him faster this time, when he went for his walk in the woods.

Delighted, Steve kept an eye out for the reindeer, fingers skittering across tree bark as he looked around, once again tracking the soft glow that came up over the hill.

It was a long walk to that light, but Steve didn’t mind.

Not until he heard the crying.

“Hello?” Steve called, voice prim and proper as always. It was a little high--Tommy teased him endlessly about it, but he had been assured it would deepen.

The crying didn’t stop, but things got quiet for a moment, in the way that happens when someone was trying hard not to be found.

(Steve knew exactly how that felt, not wanting to be found. Wanting to cry for a moment, without someone telling you to toughen up, be a man, ‘God Steven you’re too old for all this--’)

“It’s okay!” Steve rushed out, trying to locate where the muffled sounds were coming from before they ran away. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

Which is right about when he almost tripped over the other kid.

He was hunched against a tree, knees drawn into his chest with brown hair hanging into his eyes. His clothes were a odd--a little like how his teacher had made Steve dress when they’d done a play about the middle ages.

“Who’re you?” The boy asked defensively, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

“I’m Steve.” He said, before kneeling down himself. “Did you get hurt?”

“No.” The boy sniffled. After a moment he added; “M’ Eddie.”

His eyes were large, and reminded Steve of a puppy he once saw. All cute and round and shiny.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” The boy said and it wasn’t an accusation, but it wasn’t friendly.

“I’m not from around here.” Steve told him. “At least, I don’t think I am.”

It was kind of hard to know, given Steve wasn’t sure where here was, exactly--and absolutely knew better than to ask his parents.

“Well then you should go home.” The boy sniffled again.

Steve wasn't put off by it. Tommy had been a lot meaner than this after all, when they'd first met. 

Given their parents made them play together anyways, Steve felt he he could get this kid to like him too. 

"I'm gonna, later. I'm looking for something right now though--you wanna come?" 

Which he felt was a pretty nice offer. Might distract Eddie from whatever was bothering him.

(Steve liked distractions, when he was upset. It made it a lot easier to swallow down the bad feelings.) 

“You shouldn’t hang around me.” Eddie said suddenly. His nose was as red as his eyes, and he refused to look Steve in the eye as he hunched further into himself. “I’m bad.”

“You’re not bad.” Steve told him. 

He got a glare for it.

“How would you know?”

“I dunno.” Steve stopped, brows furrowing in thought. “I just--kinda do. I always have.”

Which was true. Steve was awfully good at identifying who was good and who was bad, from adults to his fellow classmates. It had gotten him in trouble before his mother had sat him down, and told him he just had a good business sense.

That he needed to keep to himself who was good and who was bad, especially the adults, because it wasn’t his place to say such things.

(‘But it’ll serve you well in the future.’ His mother told him, tucking an errant strand of hair back behind his ear. ‘Particularly for business deals.’)

“Well you’re wrong then, because I was born bad.” Eddie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Everyone says so!”

It was dramatic as hell, and Steve couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.

“I’m sorry!” He said immediately, when Eddie’s face flushed angrily. “I’m sorry it’s just--you look kinda silly.”

He mimed Eddie’s stance for a moment, including a dramatic little huff of breath. It unbalanced him, and Steve ended up dropping on his butt, which made him to laugh even louder.

“No one who does that can be bad.” He said finally, through the giggles. 

“That’s--stupid. You’re stupid.” Eddie said, except he was clearly trying to hide his own laugh at Steve’s antics.

“I’m not stupid--and you’re not bad. I promise.” Steve said, before reaching out a hand, one pinkie extended. “I’ll swear on it.”

“What’re you doing?” Eddie asked him, but he didn’t sound sad now. More curious. 

Curious Steve knew, was a lot better than sad. 

“You wrap your pinkie finger with mine. Then it’s a pinkie swear, which is like--unbreakable!”

That’s what Carol had told him at least, and so far it had held true. Steve figured it must work doubly so, in a place like this.

Cautiously, Eddie reached out, entwining his pinkie with Steve’s. Like any minute Steve would snatch his hand back, and tell him it was all a joke.

Instead, Steve bobbed their hands up and down once, before letting go and asking; “Do you wanna go find that light with me? I wanna see what it is.”

He pointed up the hill, toward the glow that had haunted his dreams.”

“Oh that’s boring.“ Eddie told him, but he had a grin on his face that felt infectious. “It’s just the town. I’ll show you something way better!”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, and let Eddie snatch his wrist, launching to his feet and bringing Steve with him.

In doing so his hair blew, revealing that he had pointed ears.

Steve stared at them in awe as Eddie tugged him further into the trees, until they burst into a clearing filled with gingerbread houses. They ranged from teeny tiny, to large enough that Steve and Eddie could walk in them, and it wasn’t long before the two started a game of tag, broken only by laughter. 

In retrospect, this was his downfall.

Because the little gingerbread houses were really cool, and Eddie was a lot of fun. It was easy to play with him--like the two of them had been made for each other.

Steve had never connected like this with a person before. Never had so much fun with someone before.

Not even with Tommy and Carol, his very best friends.

Eddie seemed to feel the same way, and not even an hour into meeting him, Steve knew he would remember this for the rest of his life.

Remember Eddie.

Steve ended up losing track of time. Stayed so long that his lie was discovered.

The person who came looking for him wasn’t his parents, but looked weirdly like his mom--if his mom were a boy.

He introduced himself as Steve’s Uncle Nick after he called the two boys to him, hands on his hips in a way Steve kind of wanted to mimic.

Steve knew it to be true, in the same way he knew how to find the forest, and if someone was good or bad. A feeling inside him he could tap into, warm and fuzzy in a way that, should he ever be pressed, he might admit to feeling like magic.

“Now how did you get here?�� Uncle Nick asked him, like Steve's presence was a surprising little puzzle.

Knowing better than to lie, sensing that his Uncle would be able to tell if he did anyways, Steve told him the truth.

It got him exactly what he expected, which was an upset adult.

Unlike his mom or dad however, his Uncle didn’t yell at him, or grab Steve’s hand in a punishing grip. No nails dug into his skin, no harsh words were hissed. Uncle Nick simply pinched the tip of his nose, before giving a sigh that shook his massive frame.

“Your mom is going to be very upset.” He said finally.

Like Steve didn't know. 

“I just wanted to see the lights.”

“The lights--oh.” Uncle Nick glanced over his shoulder. “Could you see them from your house?”

Steve shook his head.

“No but I could feel them.”

Like a pulse in his chest. A compass, or--a guide.

“He says he can tell who's naughty or nice.” Eddie chimed in, oddly quiet for how loud he had been. “He says I’m good.”

This was said as a challenge, and Steve eyed his new friend out of the corner of his eye. He’d never dared speak to an adult like that, and was both a little in awe of Eddie doing it, and afraid for him.

Something his Uncle seemed to sense.

“Edward, go home.” He said, firm but kind.  Not like how Steve's mom was when she was mad, or his dad when he had a bad day at work.“I’ll come talk to you later. Come on Steve, let me walk you back. I best explain this in person.”

Then he took Steve’s hand in his, while Steve called out a goodbye to Eddie over his shoulder.

“You’ll come back and visit, right!?” Eddie yelled back. 

Steve shouted an affirmative, even knowing it wasn’t likely he’d be allowed.

(Wished with all his heart, that he'd be allowed.) 

“Eddie is really good, you know.” Steve said once he no longer could see his new friend, because it felt important to tell his Uncle that. Necessary, for some reason.

“I know.” Uncle Nick replied gently. “But let’s not worry about him right now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then they were back in Steve’s woods, the ones that were sometimes unfriendly. In his backyard, and up to the door, and even from here Steve could hear his mother and father screaming at each other, in a tone that made his stomach curl.

“Come on kiddo. Time to face the music.” Uncle Nick told him, and Steve found he really didn’t want to let go of his Uncle’s hand.

He did though.

He was a big boy, and well trained. He didn’t flinch from his parents. Didn’t disobey when his mother demanded he tell her exactly how he got to the fun place, with all the snow--and listened further still when she demanded Uncle Nick take it out of him.

Take what Steve didn’t know--not until his Uncle lost the argument.

Reached into Steve’s chest and did something to him, something that killed that warm and fuzzy thing that had always lived inside Steve.

He cried harder than he ever had before that night. Cried and begged for Uncle Nick to put it back, that he was sorry and he wouldn’t ever use it again if they just let him keep it.

(He promised, he promised, he promised-!)

Sank to his knees and told his parents that it hurt.

They didn't listen, and they didn't put it back.

His father told him to get up off the floor, and then pulled him up when Steve found he couldn’t.

Hauled him to his room, even as his Uncle warned his mother that he couldn’t get rid of it. That he could only suppress it, the same way she suppressed hers, but those words didn’t really matter to Steve just then.

Not when he was hurting, and tired, and found himself wishing for his new friend.

(His mother told him he’d feel better in time.

Steve never did.)

xXx

The hole in Steve’s chest had never filled.

It kept him up at night. The yearning for something just out of reach, tormenting him with a feeling of being hollow.

He didn’t know how his mother could stand it.

Steve stopped fussing about it though--or rather, he stopped the first time his father had slapped him over his complaining.

“Enough, Steven! You’re perfectly fine. Now start acting like it, for fucks sake!” He’d roared, and shocked as he was, Steve had still done what he’d been taught to do.

Toughed it out. Sucked it up. Got over it.

Dumped his entire life into basketball and swimming and other parent-approved activities, even if he felt empty.

He was eight, then ten, then fourteen and soon Steve wasn’t healed, but he'd adjusted. 

Got aloof to the pain as his popularity skyrocketed, and his parents left him on his own while they chased the almighty dollar.

(Secretly, Steve tried to fill the void in his heart with parties and people, alcohol and even the occasional drug, though most just left him feeling worse than before.

It was perhaps how he ended up acting as he did.

Turning from the sweet boy who was always helping others, to someone who was fast with their insults. Popularity was a sharks game, and though he refused to participate in the bullying his friends enjoyed, he made sure everyone knew who the biggest fish in the pond was.

Because the hole was always there, in the back of his mind. The thing inside him that was missing, that made him crave the snow, and the lights, and the boy with pointy ears. 

He might be able to force himself to forget about all of that, if only the hole in his heart would allow him.)

xXx

Five days before his fifteenth birthday, some random guy showed up in Steve’s yard.

This wasn’t unusual--Steve invited a lot of people over.

Tommy and Carol both had a standing invitation to use his pool and Steve often used it to curry favor with the upperclassmen--but even underwater, Steve didn’t recognize the teenager leaning over to watch him swim.

Plus it was a little weird for someone to pop up on a Sunday.

Refusing to be intimidated, Steve surfaced right under the guy, head whipping up to make sure he splashed him in the face.

Laughed as the other guy sputtered.

“Can I help you man?” Steve drawled, hooking his arms on the lip of the pool.

“I’m looking for someone. Steve Harrington?” The guy told him, glaring as he wiped water off his face.

His hair just touched his shoulders, in that awkward stage of growing out that made him look like a pageboy.

Steve tucked that little observation away for later, in case he needed it.

“Congratulations, you found me.” He said, eyeing him over.

Black jeans with holes in the knees, wallet chain and a black shirt with a faded logo of some band Steve had never heard of proudly displayed. A checkered plaid shirt topped the whole outfit, with a red guitar pick dangling around his neck from a chain.

Like the guy thought he was some kind of rockstar, and not in bumfuck Indiana.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Though I think you’re in the wrong place. The audition for the new town jester is being held at the high school.”

He got a frown, like the guy knew he was being insulted but didn’t quite want to believe it. “I’m not here for an audition.”

“You sure? Cause you’re definitely dressed the part.”

“Okay, you are definitely not Steve.” He said, arms crossing his chest. He had a ring on each hand, catching the light as he clutched at his arms. “Steve wasn’t this much of a dick.”

Which wasn’t the first time Steve had been called out for his behavior--but it had never been by the people he was supposed to care about.

Those people, the people his parents liked?

They loved it.

“Times change.” Steve told the stranger. Kept his tone light and playful, the way that always made girls giggle at him and guy’s listen.

Well the ones he wasn’t making fun of, anyways.

“People do too.”

He rearranged himself, planting both palms flat against the concrete, bouncing once to build energy before rocketing out of the water.

Stood, and watched with interest as the new guy’s eyes raked over his naked torso, before his whole face flushed red.

How he looked away, like he suddenly couldn’t bare to look at Steve.

“You shouldn't have changed that much.” He muttered, but Steve already had his number.

"Why were you looking for me anyway?” Steve asked as he went and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it around his waist, but kept his upper body shirtless.

Idly scratched at his hip and watched as the guy acted like Steve had practically stripped naked in front of him.

Weirdly enjoyed the little spark it gave him, to watch this guy appear so affected by his bare chest.

Defensive, the stranger bit out; “We were friends. I haven’t seen him in a long time, I was just checking up on him.”

That made Steve pause.

Really look over the guy standing before him.

The fidgeting, the blushing, the way he avoided Steve’s gaze.

He opened his mouth, an odd urge to draw this out guiding him when the hole in his chest pulsed.

Like a convulsion, a miniature seizure that took Steve entirely by surprise.

It had been a long time since it had done that, long enough to throw Steve off his game.

Make him feel unsafe, unmoored.

Abandoned.

“Yeah?” He wheezed, before covering himself and the flood of wrong/want/need with a harsh cough. “Well now I know you’re definitely barking up the wrong tree. I’d never be friends with a fucking queer.”

At that, the guy’s mouth dropped open, head whipping around to stare at Steve in shock.

"Don’t deny it, I can tell. You’re practically drooling over there.” Steve smiled with all his teeth, even as he struggled to keep his breath even. “It’s disgusting.”

“You know what, fuck you. I thought you were different and you’re not.” The stranger spat, with far more venom than Steve was prepared for. “You’re the same as all the rest.”

He scoffed, before whirling on his heel, middle finger high in the air as he stormed off into the woods.

“Have fun with your sad, beige fucking life!” He yelled, voice a little choked up.

“I will!” Steve yelled back at him, oddly heated.

Rubbed his chest when he was gone, before sitting down to try and figure out what the hell just happened--and why the hell his chest hurt so much.

xXx

Steve’s life remained completely and painfully normal--until Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy and her smile, Nancy and her reminder of what it felt like to be loved. 

She didn’t fill the void inside him, but what she did came close.

Felt similar.

Steve found he’d do anything for her, looking at life once again through the lens he had back when he was seven.

It was great.

Better than great--it was the best he’d ever been.

Then Barb went missing.

Shit hit the fan so fast that in retrospect, Steve still doesn’t understand it. There was Jonathan and his camera, with the background of his missing little brother. Tommy and his insults, grabbing Steve up by the collar. Nancy being weird, Nancy ducking him to hang out with the guy who took photographs of them having sex.

Steve's brain tracks it all in little snapshots. The way he realized that maybe Nancy was right--he was way more of an asshole than he thought. How he decided to clean the theater, and then apologize to Jonathan.

(Creepy shit or not, Jonathan’s brother was gone. Steve had never had a brother, but he understood how it felt when something important was taken from you.

How it made you act after.)

There was a shift inside him. Not coming from the void, but from how Steve dealt with it.

And then there was a fucking monster coming out of the ceiling.

This is how Steve learns the magic he once had wasn’t special. That it’s not the only supernatural thing that exists in the world.

Only unlike the snow and gingerbread house and boy with pointed ears and an Uncle that looked a hell of a lot like Santa Clause, this version came with evil government laboratories, the Upside Down and his girlfriend holding a gun.

It was kind of a lot, really.

Particularly because his parents weren’t home.

(They still came home of course, but it wasn’t with the same frequency as it used to be.

The business trips went from once a month, to every other week, to long stretches of away periods. Long enough that Steve spoke to them over the phone more than he did in person, and knew more about business mergers than he ever cared too.

Also his fathers love life, courtesy of his drunk mother.)

Steve didn’t exactly handle it well.

Doesn’t think any of them handled it well, really, even if Nancy blamed him for trying to pretend he was okay. But right as their relationship blew up in Steve’s face, shit started happening again.

Flickering lights and freaky monsters. A group of kids Steve found himself in charge of, who were doing their level best to commit suicide.

(“We’re helping El and Will, idiot!” Mike Wheeler protested in the back of Billy Hargrove’s Camaro when Steve brought up that this was not what being benched meant, and Steve let him have that one given the way the world was spinning.

God that asshole hit like a train.)

Another snapshot, full of fear and fury, and things were over once again. 

Steve was telling Nancy it was okay. She could go with Jonathan, that he could tell it was what she wanted.

It hurt him to do it, but he wasn’t going to be like his own parents.

Realized with a weird amount of clarity, that he wanted to be the very opposite of his parents.

Late in the night, feeling every ache and pain in his body but knowing everyone was safe, Steve finally started the long trek home. 

He didn’t have his car (he hoped that was still at the Byers place) and he didn’t have his keys (no clue where those went but he was praying it wasn’t in the freaky tunnels) and was well into the middle of his walk when his chest started acting weird. Really weird. 

Steve ignored it.

He kept ignoring it, focused on getting back to his bed, and his bed alone.

(Maybe he had been thinking more than that. About how the last time he had truly been happy wasn’t with Nancy, but with Eddie. That he’d give anything to go play in the gingerbread houses again.

Maybe he was even thinking of how warm his Uncle had been, the way he was so gentle when he held Steve’s hand.

How he’d argued against Steve’s parents, when no one else ever did.

It was probably just the head injury.)

Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on who you asked later--the weird feeling didn't stop.

It grew and grew, until it felt like something was breaking out of him.

Like a cough you’d long suppressed that crawled forcefully up and out of your throat, it both hurt and felt amazing, a pang echoing out through his very core--

Then suddenly there was snow on the trees and Steve was stumbling into a teenager with fluffy hair.

“Sorry.” He muttered, right before he went down on his knees.

“What the hell---” Fluffy haired guy said, spinning around and looking at Steve like he was a ghost. “Oh shit, are you okay!?”

“I’m fine.” Steve lied, even as he gave in and laid down.

Man, this snow was nice.

Comfy and soft, and cold on his face.

There was a string of curses coming from above him, and Steve made the effort to twist his head so he could watch fluffy hair kneel frantically next to him.

“ What happened!? How did you get here!?”

“S’long story man.” Steve slurred, feeling bad and looking worse. His head fucking hurt.

“Don’t suppose there’s a guy named Eddie around? He has uh,” Steve fumbled, hands trying to point to his ears. “Pointed. You know.”

He gestured to his own ear again.

(Figured he might as well ask, given all the snow.)

The Fluffy Hair pulled said hair back at that, revealing his very own pointy ear. “Dude you’re in the North Pole, all us elves have pointy ears.”

The North Pole.

The words Steve had only ever dared to think, and never said out loud.

“Cool.” He said instead, not really feeling like he was inside his own body.

“Just--stay there, okay? My name's Gareth I’m gonna go get someone.” Gareth the elf (an elf, wasn’t that a trip. Did that mean Eddie was also an elf?) said, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, before he darted off, out of Steve’s sight.

“Can you get Eddie?” The question came out in a whine, the hurt in Steve’s chest overtaken by the pain in his head.

He didn’t get an answer.

Which was okay, he thought.

He didn’t really need one.

He had the snow, and the woods that weren’t straight out of a fucking nightmare, and, he could just sleep right here…

“Steve!”

He blinked, and found he must have passed out.

“There you are. Stay with me.” A blurry face was saying. A couple more blinks brought it into focus, and Steve knew this person, even if he couldn't put a name to a face.

The hair was longer, and there were more rings on his fingers, ones Steve could both see and feel as a hand ran along the back of his head.

Worried doe eyes met Steve's own, and just through the curtain of curls, he caught the outline of a pointed ear.

“Ed--ie?” He croaked, unsure.

“Yeah Stevie, it's me. You're okay, we brought you back to my place. Gareth is getting help.”

He was trying to sound reassuring but he mostly just sounded worried.

Not that Steve cared, because he finally figured out why older Eddie was familiar.

“Oh.” He managed, the words feeling like he had to push out. “It was you. By the--pool.”

“What?”

It felt like eons ago. The weird guy, asking after him. Back when Steve had been doing anything he could to fill the void his magic had left behind, and turned into a raging shithead as a result.

“M sorry.” Steve slurred, voice cracking in its honesty. “I was--asshole. M'sorry.”

The look Eddie gave him was wild. Like he couldn’t believe Steve was here, and definitely couldn’t believe Steve was apologizing.

Which was fair. Until last year Steve wouldn’t have ever apologized, to anyone, ever. 

“Yeah you were, but we can talk about it later. Right now I just need you to stay awake.” Eddie said instead. It was gentle, a lot more gentle than Steve felt he deserved.

It made him want to explain, more than anything, what had happened.

“I was tryin to fix…the hole. Inside.” Steve needed Eddie to understand. Needed it more than breathing, just then.

“I know, big boy.” Eddie soothed, and his hands were back in Steve’s hair.

It felt nice.

“S’not an excuse, promise it's not. I was hurt--hurting, and--I was mean.” Steve continued. It was getting harder to think, the world swimming in and out of focus, but this was important.

Perhaps the most important thing he’d done in a long time, sans saving the kids from the demodogs.

“It’s okay, Stevie. I didn’t get it back then but I understand better now and…”

He might have said something more. Steve thinks he was, but then Eddie was shaking him harshly, and Steve realized he might have tried to pass back out.

“Come on Stevie, sweetheart, you can’t sleep right now. You have to stay awake for me, okay? Steve?”

Steve tried to shake his head and hissed when he found out how much that hurt. Breathed in and out through the pain, before his brain connected back to what he’d been trying to say.

“Not jus’ to you.” He panted. “Wasn’t mean just to you.”

That was important too. That Eddie knew he hadn't been targeted. That Steve was a dick to pretty much anyone he came across.

“I know. I've uh, been watching you, from here."

“Yeah?”

“We have this giant globe. Like a crystal ball, but it’s set deep into the floor so you can only really see half of it. It can also connect to snow globes, and it can let you see places. Watch people.”

Eddie’s voice was soothing, the deep timber of it echoing through Steve’s chest. Belatedly he realized his head was in Eddie’s lap.

That felt nice too.

“I was real mad at you but the Bossman--uh, your Uncle, he kinda showed me you once or twice and then I started watching you myself. Sorry I know that’s weird--”

“Least you didn’t take pictures.” Steve wheezed and then tried to grin because that was very much supposed to be a joke.

(He definitely had felt more put together when he dropped the kids off in Billy's Camaro--so what the hell was happening? Had the shock worn off? Adrenaline?

Fuck maybe he should have just driven Billy’s stupid car back to his house, instead of leaving it at Max's house.

Asshole deserved to not know where his car was anyway.)

Then suddenly there was a lot of noise and light and fuck did that all make his head hurt. Hands went all over him, people barking orders, and a girl Steve was pretty sure was his age was peering at him.

“Steve?” She asked, but it sounded distant. Echoey and unclear.

“I can’t keep him awake!”

That from Eddie, who sounded much clearer, if not utterly panicked. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got him.” The girl said, tight but professional in a way that typically belonged to someone used to medical emergencies. “You can let him go now.”

“Are you kidding me, Buckley you’re an apprentice medmage-!”

Steve frowned at that, but found something was drifting over him. A weight, like an invisible blanket pressed down gently, and he had a second to recognize that this too, was some kind of magic before sleep tried to take him.

He fought it for a moment as a thought occurred.

One last thing he needed to say.

“You’re still good. Eddie. You’ve always been--”

The magic took him away.

xXx

It smelled like cinnamon.

Cinnamon and sharp hints of peppermint, the kind that tickled at Steve’s nose as he slowly rose back into consciousness.

Steve winced as he sat up, head itching like ants were crawling all over it. Idly he tried to scratch at his forehead and found himself touching a thick bandage, at about the same time his body seemed to catch on that he was awake.

It reminded him that he had had a hell of a night in the form of an onslaught of aches and pains.

His fingers traced the edge of the bandage as he took in the cheerful red walls surrounding him. The room was the exact kind of kitschy his mom hated, little twirls of white here and there making the place look like the inside of a candy cane.

The center piece was the full size window, taller than Steve was and twice as wide. Fat, fluffy flakes of snow drifted lazily outside it, some sticking to the window panes as they floated on by.

It was a little like being knocked out and waking up in the Wonka factory, but given all the shit that he had been through the past twenty four hours, Steve didn’t mind it.

Snow was infinitely preferable to the weird ash that came out of the Upside Down.

As if sensing he was awake, the door opposite the window swung open. A tray came through, positively stacked with a stupid amount of pancakes and oozing with maple syrup, the type Steve could smell.

“I,” Eddie announced, head just visible above the good, “had a very embarrassing meltdown when they tried to take you away from me. So suck it up Harrington, because you’re stuck with me now.”

Steve stared at him, mildly concerned he was a hallucination.

“I brought you pancakes.” Eddie added, pausing as he approached the bed like he hadn’t actually thought through to this point.

“I see that.” Steve said, just to fill the sudden, awkward silence. “There’s…kinda a lot there, man.”

So much so it was threatening to escape the confines of the tray and drip down onto the carpet.

“You play sports things don’t you?” Eddie defended, making the executive decision to put the tray down on the bed. “Kinda thought you’d need like, a lot, especially if you're healing." 

Steve snorted, but didn’t bother to hide the smile that crept onto his face.

Even if it hurt.

Dragged his gaze from the pile of pancakes now laid before him, to the man fidgeting awkwardly by his bedside.

Realized belatedly, that Eddie hadn’t changed much.

Not since Steve had last seen him, though he never in his life would have thought one of Santa’s elves would wear so much black.

(Frankly Eddie looked just like every other teenage metalhead Steve had ever met, sans the pointed ears. One of which was now pierced and had little metal hoops threaded through it.)

Eddie realized Steve was looking, and bashfully twist a strand of his hair in front of his face.

It was cute.

It made him look cute.

“You might as well sit and help me with this, it’s way too much.” Steve told him.

Which was the truth--Eddie had brought him a shit load of pancakes and Steve wasn���t exactly sure he could chew all that well right now, considering his left cheek was so puffed out it felt like a chipmunks.

Didn’t want to turn down a gift though--or rather, turn down a gift from Eddie.

Who he absolutely still needed to apologize properly too.

“I guess I should start off with a thank you.” Steve began, as Eddie dropped onto the bed. “I think you might have saved my life, though I swear I wasn’t doing that bad off before I got here.”

“Robin said the shock wore off.” Eddie told him. He didn’t wait for Steve to dig in, grabbing a pancake and rolling it up like a sausage before stabbing one end in syrup. “She also said you had a hell of a concussion, two cracked ribs and a literal boatload of scratches,”

Which sounded about right, considering.

“Still though.” Steve frowned, looking at his hands. “I mostly just fought off Billy, the demodogs never got me.”

Something he was incredibly thankful for, given the sheer amount of teeth.

“I think you’re downplaying your injuries here, handsome, you gave Robin a hell of a fright. She cursed in four languages." Eddie talked fast, just like the little boy Steve remembered him as.

It made him grin. 

“Handsome, huh?” Steve teased, and regretted it the second it slipped out of his mouth.

He hadn’t meant to call attention to it. Not just yet anyway. Wanted to work his way up to his apology and then the things he had kind of realized on his walk home (and possibly before that, though he thinks he might have…repressed it.)

Given the way Eddie froze, Steve figures he’s got about two seconds to talk himself out of it, before Eddie rightfully shut him out.

“I like it. The nicknames.” He said, which is also not what he intended to come out of his mouth and God he was really blowing this, wasn’t he?

“Steve,” Eddie started, sounding a little strangled and nope, no, he was going to fix this dammit!

“I’m sorry.” He said honestly. “I know I was an ass when you came to check up on me, and I know I said some terrible things to you. I regret it. I regret it a lot, and I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“You weren't wrong.” Eddie cut in, twirling a ring on his finger, eyes firmly on it. “I am gay. I am flamingly gay. And I understand if after today, you don't want me here.”

Which apparently answered the question about whether or not elves gave a shit about such things.

(Or maybe they did, and it was humans who cared, and Eddie was giving him an out for it.

Steve figured he’d ask later.

After he had finished groveling.)

“I want you here.” He said, as seriously as he’d ever said anything. “I think the real question is why you would want to help me?”

It was the one thing that didn’t add up. Why Eddie had been so nice, when he’d shown up.

Sure it was one thing to be a good citizen or whatever, help out a guy who was passed out on the ground, but Eddie hadn’t just gotten help.

He’d stroked Steve’s hair. He’d kept him awake.

Hell he called Steve sweetheart.

And now he was here again, right by Steve's bedside, checking up on him.

You didn’t do that for the guy who was a downright douchebag too you, even if it had been a few years.

Eddie bit his lip, before he chanced a look back at Steve, up through his bangs. “Because you said I was good Steve. You were the first person who ever said I was good.”

Quieter he added “And because we were friends once.”

“I'd like to still be friends.”

“Even if I'm gay?”

Steve took a deep breath, and let out a truth that he’d maybe been ignoring for almost as long as he’d tried to forget about the hole in his heart.

“Cards on the table Eddie, I’m not sure I’m not gay Or whatever both is." 

He'd heard the word once from Chrissy, but hadn't cared to remember it.

(Regretted that a little bit.) 

He got a mighty frown in response.

“Don’t do that. Don’t--joke, like that.”

“It’s not a joke.” Steve said slowly, feeling the words as he spoke them. “I think this is part of the stuff I always just--ignored. Didn’t want to deal with it, because my--”

Steve couldn’t bring himself to say magic, and so, aborted the sentence entirely. “I couldn’t deal. So everything connected to this place, to the rest of my family, to you, I just pushed aside. Pretended it didn’t exist.”

Pretended that he was normal.

Just like his parents wanted.

Then he’d met Nancy.

Realized what he felt about her, he’d always felt about Eddie. That the way she looked at Jonathan wasn’t the way she looked at him--and even then, in the love he had for her, Steve hadn’t looked at her like that either.

Steve had been attracted to her for her yes--but initially, maybe, because she’d looked a little like someone else.

Admitted to himself that he the reason he could clock Eddie so fast back when he was fourteen, wasn't because he was that good at reading people, but because he recognized what it looked like to get caught checking out a guy.

“But I could never forget about you.” Steve added because well. “I’ve never been able to forget about you.”

He’d already said cards on the table, hadn’t he?

Might as well reveal his whole hand.

“You were the last thing I thought of, when I was trying to get home. I wasn’t thinking about my house, or my parents. I was thinking about you. I’ve never been able to come back here, not after Uncle Nick,” He cut himself off again, frustrated that he couldn’t just fucking it, but made himself take a breath.

Continue.

“--but I could, last night. I could get to you.”

Technically he’d gotten to Gareth, who Steve probably also owed a thank you too, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

Gareth had found Eddie anyway, in the end.

“I absolutely get if you want nothing to do with that, considering I think I’m just now accepting this about myself but. I wanted you to know. You’re important to me, Eddie. You always have been.”

It was weird--Steve should have felt laid bare. Vulnerable now that he’d laid out all these things he’d suppressed, that he thought taken away alongside his magic.

Instead he felt lighter than air.

Like the weight had finally been lifted and he could breathe deep once again.

For a long moment no one said anything and Steve figured this was it, he’d gone too far, when Eddie darted in, pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek.

He pulled away just as fast. Wide eyes searched Steve’s face, as though expecting Steve to change his mind. 

If anything, it just solidified it.

Steve reached out slowly, gently grabbing on of Eddie’s hands. Brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it, while maintaining eye contact.

Enjoyed the way Eddie’s face went bright red.

“You’re important to me too.” He managed, voice awed. “You’ve always been important to me. Stevie.”

Finally feeling like he knew where he belonged, Steve grinned back. 

xXx

Bonus

“When I said let him sleep Munson, I didn’t mean with you!” Someone screeched a few hours later, jolting Steve awake.

“He was awake when I came in!” Eddie protested, shoving himself up onto his elbows when the women from yesterday--Robin, Steve thought her name was--stormed in. “We fell asleep together after Robbie, I swear!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Hi.” Steve said with a little wave, before the two of them could screech some more. “I’m Steve.”

“I know, Dingus.” Robin told him, eyes narrowed in fury. “You’re a member of the Clause family, everyone knows who you are.”

“Oh.” Steve said, though it felt less cool and more weird that someone had finally said it out loud.

That he, Steven Harrington, had an Uncle, and that Uncle was Santa Clause.

‘Dustin is gonna freak.’

“I’m sure Mega-Idiotson here hasn’t told you, but I’m the medmage that saw you last night. Or kinda--see I’m an apprentice medmage, but my teacher was kinda out with the Boss seeing someone a town over and time was tight and we couldn’t exactly wait--”

“Breath, Buckley. In,” Eddie teased, before demonstrating a deep breath on himself, hand sweeping into his chest before he loudly exhaled. “and out.”

“Shut up, Eddie, I’m working up to something here!”

“What is it?” Steve said, feeling like if he didn’t interject Robin would take a while to get to the point.

“I might have accidentally undid whatever was on your magic?” Robin rushed out, so fast Steve nearly didn’t catch it. “Like I can tell that’s the Boss’s magic, and that he did--whatever that was, but I couldn't figure out how to heal you with it there and it was kinda already leaking out so I just--took it off?”

Steve gaped at her.

“You fixed me?” He managed after a moment, hand darting out to squeeze at one of Eddie’s.

“Um. Yes?” Robin cautioned, like she wasn’t exactly sure that’s what she did.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Steve laughed, then felt absolutely stupid for not checking in with himself.

Because Robin was right.

The hole was gone--and his magic was back.

How had he not noticed that his magic was back!?

“Eddie, Eddie she’s right--I have it back!”

He turned in bed, dropping Eddie’s hand so he could cup his face and kiss him instead.

“Okay, I don’t need to see this--” Robin complained, but Steve didn’t care.

Could only laugh delighted into Eddie’s mouth, before Eddie deepened the kiss.

(“Guys seriously I am still right here! Can’t you at least wait until I’m gone!?”

“No. Now get out Robin, you’re ruining my moment!”

“It’s okay, Eds. I’ll give you as many moments as you want.”

“Ew, ew, ew-!” )

This whole ass thing on A03 if you'd rather read it there!

#Steve is a member of the Clause family #yes that Clause #Steddie #ACTUAL STEDDIE! #FOR ONCE LMAO #eddie munson #steve harrington #0o0 fanfics #stranger things #Steves shitty ass parents #TW child abuse (yelling and a slap) #TW period related homophobia/slurs #well a badly coping fourteen year old steve throws one at eddie anyway #canon typical violence #this is canon to S1 and S2 #A more realistic look at steves injuries in S2 #dont worry he gets better #childhood friends #elf eddie #this is FLUFFY #angsty #but FLUFFY #ALSO LOOK YOU GUYS I ACTUALLY WROTE A ONESHOT #the second half to the other holiday fic is also done dont worry #this idea just hit me like a TRAIN #1/1 complete

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Same As It Never Will Be

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[jestonisalvana-blog]

Hello friends,

Here is my Summary and Response for the lessons:

Clauses: Noun Clause, Adjective Clause, Adverb Clause, and Subordinating Conjunctions

To read it, please click the link:

Enjoy!

#clauses

[eccentricmya]

I like to think that JRRT labelled his books as 'translations' specifically to leave greater room for reader interpretation.

If JRRT himself is translating from somewhere, then what he says cannot be 'canon'. Things get lost in translation after all. And since he's translating written history, that gives us even more leeway as that is one version of what transpired in Middle Earth. Actual events may vary as memories are prone to fade and twist.

In other words, your headcanons are like Schrödinger's cat. Maybe they happened, maybe not. For none now live who can confirm it, least of all JRRT.

#tolkien #silmarillion #lotr #jrrt's plausible deniability clause #JustBizarre

[deliasamed]

Nominal (Noun) Clauses

Nominal Clauses

(Forms and Functions of Subordinate Clauses)

 Subordinate clauses can be classified into three main forms based on their functions within a sentence: nominal clauses, relative clauses, and adverbial clauses.    Nominal Clauses (Substantive Clauses): These clauses function as nouns within a sentence. They can serve as the subject, object, or complement of a sentence. Example: What he said surprised everyone. (Nominal clause as the subject)    Relative Clauses (Adjective Clauses): These clauses provide additional information about a noun in the main clause. They are introduced by relative pronouns (e.g., who, which, that). Example: The book that I borrowed from the library is fascinating. (Relative clause providing information about the book)   Adverbial Clauses: These clauses function as adverbs, modifying the main clause by providing information about time, place, manner, condition, etc. They are introduced by subordinating conjunctions (e.g., because, although, when, while).  Example: Although it was raining, they decided to go for a walk. (Adverbial clause indicating a contrasting condition.)          

Nine Functions of Nominal Clauses with examples and grammatical explanations:

Nominal clauses perform nominal functions performed by noun phrases:   Subject: A nominal clause can function as the subject of a sentence. Example: What she said is important. (Nominal clause What she said serves as the subject of the sentence.)     Subject Complement: A nominal clause can act as a subject complement, providing additional information about the subject. Example: My goal is to succeed. (Nominal clause to succeed functions as a subject complement.)     Direct Object: A nominal clause can serve as the direct object of a verb. Example: I don't know what happened. (Nominal clause what happened functions as the direct object of the verb know.)     Object Complement: A nominal clause can act as an object complement, providing additional information about the direct object. Example: I found the decision difficult to accept. (Nominal clause difficult to accept functions as an object complement.)     Indirect Object: A nominal clause can function as an indirect object, receiving the action of the verb indirectly. Example: I gave whoever asked for it a chance. (Nominal clause whoever asked for it serves as an indirect object.)      Prepositional Complement: A nominal clause can act as the complement of a preposition, providing more information about the object of the preposition. Example: She is afraid of what might happen. (Nominal clause what might happen functions as a prepositional complement.)     Adjective Phrase Complement: A nominal clause can serve as a complement to an adjective, providing more information about the adjective. Example: I am happy that you are here. (Nominal clause that you are here functions as an adjective phrase complement.)     Noun Phrase Complement: A nominal clause can act as a complement to a noun, providing additional information about the noun. Example: I have a belief that honesty is important. (Nominal clause that honesty is important functions as a noun phrase complement.)     Appositive: A nominal clause can function as an appositive, providing further explanation or identification of a noun. Example: My friend, whoever needs help, can always rely on me. (Nominal clause whoever needs help functions as an appositive to my friend.)          

Nominal Roles of Gerund Clauses:

Gerund clauses are clauses that use the gerund form of a verb (the -ing form) and function as nouns. The gerund clauses fill nominal roles, showing their versatility as subjects, direct objects, subject complements, objects of prepositions, indirect objects, and object complements within sentences. Gerund clauses are particularly useful when a continuous or ongoing action needs to be emphasized in a sentence.   Examples for gerund clauses serving different functions:   Subject: A gerund clause can function as the subject of a sentence. Running in the morning is refreshing. (Gerund clause Running in the morning serves as the subject of the sentence.)   Direct Object: A gerund clause can act as the direct object of a verb. She enjoys reading novels. (Gerund clause reading novels functions as the direct object of the verb enjoys.)    Subject Complement: A gerund clause can serve as a subject complement, providing additional information about the subject. His favorite activity is swimming. (Gerund clause swimming functions as a subject complement.)   Object of Preposition: A gerund clause can function as the object of a preposition.  He succeeded by working hard. (Gerund clause working hard acts as the object of the preposition by.)   Indirect Object:  Sarah paid little attention to her colleague's presenting at the conference. (The gerund clause her colleague's presenting at the conference serves as the indirect object of the verb paid, while little attention is the direct object.)   Object Complement: A gerund clause can act as an object complement, providing additional information about the direct object. They considered his singing a beautiful song. (Gerund clause his singing functions as an object complement.)          

That&Infinitive Clauses as Nominal Clauses:

Both That Clauses and Infinitive Clauses are types of nominal clauses. Nominal clauses are clauses that function as nouns within a sentence, and they can serve various roles, such as subjects, objects, or complements.   In the case of That Clauses, the clause introduced by that functions as a single unit, often acting as a noun in the sentence, taking on roles like subject, direct object, or subject complement.   In the case of Infinitive Clauses, the infinitive phrase (to + base form of the verb) functions as a nominal unit, often acting as a noun in the sentence. It can take on roles such as subject, direct object, or subject complement.       That&Infinitive Clauses in the context of filling the functions of subjects, direct objects, and subject complements.   That Clauses: Subject: That he arrived early surprised everyone.   Direct Object: I believe that honesty is the best policy.   Subject Complement: The challenge is that it requires a lot of effort."       Infinitive Clauses: Subject: To solve complex problems requires creativity.   Direct Object: She wants to learn a new language   Subject Complement: His dream is to become a successful entrepreneur.          

Bare Infinitive as a Nominal Clause:

The bare infinitive, also known as the base form of the verb without the to particle, can indeed function as a nominal clause, particularly filling the role of a direct object. Direct Object: She made him eat vegetables. (Bare infinitive eat functions as the direct object of the verb made.)          

Nominal Roles of Indirect/Embedded Questions:

Indirect questions, also known as embedded questions, are questions that are incorporated into a larger sentence as part of a statement or another question. Indirect questions can fulfill various nominal roles within a sentence, including subjects, direct objects, and subject complements.   Indirect Question as a Subject: Whether we should proceed is unclear.   Indirect Question as a Direct Object: I don't know what the answer is.   Indirect Question as a Subject Complement: The mystery is whether they will attend.          

Nominal Relative Clauses (Headless Clauses):

Nominal relative clauses, also known as headless clauses, function as complete noun phrases within a sentence. They can serve various roles, including subjects, direct objects, indirect objects, objects of prepositions, and object complements in the main clause.    Subject of the Main Clause: Whoever arrives early will get the best seats. (Nominal relative clause Whoever arrives early serves as the subject of the main clause.)   Direct Object of the Main Clause: I will support whatever decision you make. (Nominal relative clause whatever decision you make functions as the direct object of the main clause.)   Indirect Object in the Main Clause: She gave whichever book you prefer to her friend. (Nominal relative clause whichever book you prefer serves as the indirect object in the main clause.)    Object of a Preposition in the Main Clause: We had a discussion about what was said in the meeting. (Nominal relative clause what was said in the meeting serves as the object of the preposition about.)   Object Complement in the Main Clause: I found the answer to be whatever suited the situation. (Nominal relative clause whatever suited the situation functions as the object complement in the main clause.)                 Nominal (Noun) Clauses Subordinate Clauses Complex Sentences Types of Interrogative Sentences What is a predicate? Predicate Types Read the full article

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[hi-intrepid-heroes]

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[kathswonderworld]

- Clauses -

Welcome to my humble abode. Or welcome back, if you have ever stepped into this realm before.

Now, before we even start, have you ever heard about my friends, clauses? They are quick to adapt, small, and hides between sentences. We are going to learn about them today.

I am kind of excited to introduce them to you, so without further ado, let's get right into it.

Independent Clause What is an independent clause, you might wonder. Well, you have learned about simple sentence, haven't you? A sentence that can stand alone. An independent individual, if you will. Yes, that very same simple sentence can also be called an independent sentence. Not super-duper-ultra confusing, isn't it? This clause has more than one name, just like we all do. In case you forgot, here's a simple example of an independent clause: I like cats. No need for further explanations. Simple, short, yet meaningful. The very definition of a good sentence.

Dependent Clause Now, here comes the opposite of an independent clause. A dependent clause. You might be able to guess what a dependent clause is by its name, but I'm going to explain it again. A dependent clause is a clause that can not stand alone. It needs an explanation, another sentence, that can help it be understood by the mass. There's several hints that can help you find them quickly, such as: after, while, where, because, if, etc... For example: Because she isn't hungry. It is a sentence, alright. But the way it is presented make you question its existence. And that's no good. If a simple sentence make you confused, sometimes it really isn't your fault, you know. That's why, for this kind of clause, we need to add another sentence to complete it, to explain its existence. For example, why don't we add this sentence in front of that dependent clause? She didn't take the bread because she isn't hungry. Now, isn't that better? It provides the answer that we might have about the dependent clause. Oh, don't forget, you need to add independent clause to make it coherent. Because, think about it, what happens if you add more dependent clauses to an already dependent clause? That's right: more confusion.

Oh, have you realized? The fact that a clause is another word for a sentence. They're the same, see? Good. Now to the next part. The trio that we call Noun Clause, Adjective Clause, and Adverbial Clause. They're closely related, too. They are also most likely to be a dependent clause. Think of them as the three variety of dependent clause. Okay? Okay. Let's continue, then.

a. Noun Clause Noun clause is a clause that serves as the noun in a sentence. How does that work? Hm, let's look at the example first, shall we? Whichever book you choose is probably a good one. In that sentence, the noun clause is 'whichever book you choose'. It doesn't point to one, single noun in particular. The subject can be whichever book that you choose. In the sense that it is not bound permanently. The subject is up to you. Or the book that you choose, in this case. Also, look at that sentence beginning. There's the word 'whichever', which is a hint towards both a dependent clause and a noun clause. Here are some other hints: whatever, what, which, whoever, that, where, wherever, etc... Note that those hints could be found in other kinds of clauses, too. The most important thing in these variations of dependent clause is the function. Remember? The function. b. Adjective Clause Unlike noun clause, an adjective clause is a clause that is used to provides information or description about the noun in the sentence. You know, like the name itself. It isn't called an adjective clause for no reason, after all.

Before the explanation, here's an example: Alice, who is wearing a blue apron dress, is chasing the White Rabbit. The adjective clause is 'who is wearing a blue apron dress'. It provides information about Alice, the noun. Through this clause, we can tell which one is Alice. The one wearing a blue apron dress, that is. Simple, ain't it?

c. Adverbial Clause Here's the last variation. An adverbial clause, or an adverb clause for short. Like the name suggests, it acts as an adverb in the sentence. It provides information like time, condition, place, manner, comparison, reason, purpose, and any other information you can get from an adverb. It can be a bit complicated, but you can easily identify it since its function differs from noun clause and adjective clause. An elimination process, if you will.

Here's an example for you: Let's go get that money while he is distracted! The adverb clause is 'while he is distracted'. It provides information about the sentence as a whole. No, it doesn't serve as a noun and no, it doesn't provide information or description about the noun. It is on a different league altogether. This one is the hot shot. Here's some hints for adverbial clause, although, of course, it can be used for other clauses too: as if, while, when, because, as, if, as soon as, after, before, etc... Easy, right?

You shall not pass! ...or you can, if you want. But not that easily! I have another quest for you to conquer before that! This post right here is only the weapon. And there's not much use for a weapon if not for use, right? Just give me a moment and I will be back with this important main quest!

Until then, farewell, internet stranger.

Bye!

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