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enii · 16 days
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These days...
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musictyme · 3 months
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LaRussell- 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's
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vic394 · 2 years
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Days like this --- Steddie
It’s a bit of a surprise for Eddie when Steve shows up at his trailer’s doorstep at 1am, clutching Eddie’s denim vest in his hands.
It’s a bit of a bigger surprise for Steve when, several hours later, he walks out of the trailer wearing that same vest on top of a Metallica t-shirt, the chill morning air drawing goosebumps on his arms.
Not that he’s complaining, he thinks as he enters his car, passing one hand through his completely disheveled hair and blushing slightly at the sight of his reddened lips in the rearview mirror.
There’s a reason he and Nancy eventually drifted apart after the first few weeks from the battle with Vecna. Steve just was not sure exactly what the reason was, at the time. Or, more accurately, who. And he cuts himself some slack for needing time to figure himself out. After all, developing a crush on another guy is kind of a first to him.
He turns on the car engine and can’t help a little annoyed groan when he realizes he barely has any spare time to make himself presentable before he has to pick up Robin for school.
Oh, she’s gonna love this.
Indeed, Robin does. While Steve’s overall messy appearance could have been justified by a quick encounter with any girl, his outfit gives him away before Robin has even jumped into the passenger seat.
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It goes on for weeks that bleed into months. Meeting up at the trailer, sneaking through Steve’s empty house, stolen caresses by the poolside, kissing each other's moans quiet so Wayne won’t be able to hear them in the middle of the night.
Steve cannot get enough of it. He sees Eddie everywhere. He’s on the shelves of Family Video when Steve restocks the horror section, in all those spooky movies they’ve never watched because they were too busy tearing each other’s clothes off. He’s in the boys’ Hellfire Club shirt, the one Steve likes to sleep in when he stays the night at Eddie’s, even though he couldn’t yet be convinced to participate in the D&D sessions.
A passer-by is having a smoke on the other side of the road and all Steve can bring himself to think about is the lingering smell on Eddie’s skin of a cigarette after sex. A shiver runs down his spine as Steve starts walking faster, his head lowered to hide the flush on his cheeks that seems to be ever present, these days.
He is such a goner.
It’s the way Eddie’s features light up when he talks about his interests, with Steve trying to make sense of the obscure fantasy references, and he does put in the work, eventually understands what Mordor is. Eddie smiles his sweetest smile and his hands can’t stop moving, drawing maps in the air, acting out scenes and characters for Steve - who will barely follow despite his best efforts, Eddie being all over the place with his narrations. Eddie kisses him stupid and goes on about how cute Harrington is for even trying to keep up.
 It's the genuine laughter that escapes Eddie when Steve gets all worked up because his music taste has never been so continuously and consistently criticized before and he’s all protective of Toto and Cindy Lauper and why won’t Eddie let him listen to anything lighter than Black Sabbath- that’s usually the part when Eddie starts getting defensive too because how dare Steve complain about Black Sabbath and they end up having the most pointless arguments, until suddenly Eddie is in Steve’s arms and looking at him in a way that makes Steve’s heart melt. And yeah, if having this means he’ll have to give up on his pop tunes, Steve is more than happy to make the sacrifice.
It’s the soft forehead kisses when Eddie bids him goodnight, wrapping himself around Steve and tickling his cheeks with long, unruly hair. Steve kisses Eddie’s bare chest and feels him smile in the moonlit bedroom. He turns around and lets Eddie spoon him, hands intertwined as chest presses against back, their bodies glued together as Steve wishes he could freeze this moment and live in it forever.
Away from every real-life problem the dawn will bring.
It’s almost comical how the smallest smile on Eddie’s lips has Steve’s heart flutter like he’s back to being 17 and hopelessly in love for the first time all over again.
The kind of puppy love that makes him want to do all the things Eddie would probably give him a lot of crap about; buy flowers and chocolates and rip off every movie cliché as he screams from the rooftops that his heart belongs to metalhead Eddie Munson.
It kills Steve to know that he can’t do that, can’t hold Eddie’s hand or kiss him in public or brag about how he has the single best boyfriend in the world. Because he’s seen how some small-town people can be a worse threat than anything the Upside Down has deployed against them.
So, he makes the best of what he has. Because after all, how could he care about what the rest of the world thinks when the only thing Steve needs is for Eddie to keep whispering his name like a prayer when they’re together.
And that’s why it happens over Chinese takeout instead of a table at Enzo’s, in front of a rented movie instead of the new cinema release, when Steve stops playing with Eddie’s hair and finally says it.
“I love you”
And Eddie turns towards him just enough for Steve to see his devilish smirk before he pulls him in for a kiss that leaves both of them breathless and still longing for more.
“I know ya do, big boy.”
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A/N: because Eddie would 110% pull a Han Solo move on Steve.
I had so much fun writing this, it feels amazing to be writing again and explore a new fandom. I hope you enjoy!
Title inspired by this.
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a-carpediem · 10 months
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Days like this...
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phierecycled · 2 years
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Marvin’s little “Jason.” When Jason says Whizzer looks awful isn’t talked about enough
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x-heesy · 10 months
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Phuck yeah 🪩
Every night with my star friends
We eat caviar and drink champagne
Snifing in the V.I.P. area
We talk about Frank Sinatra
Do you know the Frank Sinatra?
He's dead, he's dead
Hahahahahaha
To be famous seem so nice
Suck my dick, Kiss my ass
In Limousine's we have sex
Every night with my famous friends
Mother fuckers are so nice
Suck my dick, lick my ass
In the mix we have sex, every night with my famous friends
Shake your body like the dance
Stupids smiles, top of groove
Shake your body like the dance
Stupids smiles, top of groove
Mother fuckers are so nice
Suck my dick, lick my ass
In the mix we have sex, every night with my famous friends
Every night with my star friends
@luna-zylum @wetwicksdry @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bko69er @derflaneur @boanerges20 🪩🏴‍☠️😂🕺🏼⚠️⚠️⚠️
Ave Dementia leX 🕺🏼
Frank Sinatra 2001 by Miss phucKing Kittin, The Hacker v3.0b
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🎶 "and soup made from chicken, that though unexotic, it's antibiotic!" 🎶
CORDELIA. HONEY. SWEETHEART. DON'T WORRY ABOUT "UNEXOTIC" YOU'RE SO CUTE KEEP IT UP YOU BEAUTIFUL CHEF HUMAN
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justanillvampire · 2 months
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I’m so fucking mad at myself. (And I’m up, so todays update)
Today has been shit from the moment I was cracking my tired ass eyes open at the ungodly hour before 400.
I was immediately sickened by turning the lights on. I’m photosensitive, I was nauseous and dizzy and bloating and my head was starting to hurt. Not to mention the god awful tiredness that seem to have every cell screaming in protest if I moved. It’s like when you write too long with your hand and you get that burn but in this case that burn is in every movement.
Don’t forget the impending DOOM knowing how sick I felt, knowing that working was most definitely going to cause further damage since I dont know your not supposed to talk when you have acid reflux (Gastroesophageal reflux disease). Queue anxiety. Queue 🌈 Panic!
Then the orchestra of symptoms really began to crescendo to form the perfect symphony of pain.
At work my anxiety was further triggered, followed by just constant stomach issues. I was so uncomfortable and there was so much pressure in my stomach and ofc I couldn’t get any air out.
I frequently have to gargled salt water to try and help my throat and talking ability but fuck did that make me feel sicker. I dont know why I thought perfect time to try and force up some air. It ended up still somehow to my surprise that I threw up, just once. As I finished a second but unproductive gag I got a phone call (the phone just answers it’s not a choice on my part) and I was mortified but after struggling to regain an acceptable composure I went on feeling like shit.
I ended up laying in my recliner after work for hours and that’s what I’m so pissed about. I didn’t eat anything but one maybe two bits of oatmeal this morning before 600.
That’s why I feel extra terrible right now because I didn’t eat. How stupid do you have to be to fucking forget?! (Not talking about anyone but myself) to eat!! This is why i have so much air in my stomach and I can’t get any air out and it’s making my acid reflux so much worst and I can’t fucking sleep when it’s like this. And! if I eat now I’m still just as fucked because it will cause the same reaction since it’s too late I missed the window where it’s okay to consume food.
I don’t ever feel valid calling myself disabled(i feel guilty even having the thoughts), but days like this I feel like maybe I might be. I still fucking can’t even believe it’s been almost a year since I got sick and just never returned to the normal I was used too. This is my bad normal, it’s less like this on less bad days/days I don’t work.
My body hates me. I hate myself (not like that I have some self love but in the sense of I cause myself more pain and suffering by being stupid) and we work together to create a miserable existence.
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atiredmuslimah · 2 months
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the move ~
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zeetys · 11 months
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DLT Malta.
It was a vibe ☀️💦
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kseenefrega · 4 months
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Van Morrison - Days Like This
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prun-ella · 6 months
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lets cuddle
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drkerrysweaver · 2 years
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2x06 - Days Like This (1995)
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laineystein · 2 years
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I think when people think of the Emergency Room they imagine a place where people go to treat sporadic, spontaneous, temporary things - broken bones, skin lacerations, severe allergic reactions, etc. Yes, we do those things. But the ER is often not the end of a problem. We’re not always the solution. A lot of our work is uncovering long term, often chronic and incurable, diagnoses - cancer, HIV/AIDS, lung/kidney/heart disease, etc. We are not the end of treatment, we’re the start. And so many patients leave the ER (or are transferred out to a different unit) with absolutely terrible news.
And that is all I dealt with all day. An entire shift — 10 hours — of no real fixes just bad news. And I’m thoroughly exhausted.
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saphirdevil · 2 years
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Today’s color is red from the spilled kimchi in the carpet and blood blood and paper cuts
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