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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Steve snaps at Eddie.

It happens so fast he doesn't have a chance to stop himself. "Can you just fucking shut up about it?! It's not happening." He's never seen Eddie flinch so hard. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from Steve. The cigarette they were sharing now discarded in the ashtray.

Steve wants to apologise, but he knows if he tries to speak again it'll just come out wrong and angry. Eddie had started talking about Nancy again. He's so hellbent on getting Steve and Nancy back together even though Steve has explained over and over that that's not what he wants. It's so frustrating and he can't figure out why Eddie is so determined to play matchmaker.

"Guess I'll go." Eddie murmurs, so uncharacteristically quiet it makes Steve feel sick to his stomach. He did this. He shouldn't have yelled at him like that.

Steve snags the chain on Eddie's pants and pulls him back down onto the plush couch. They were smoking inside Steve's lounge room because it's too cold outside; their fingers nearly went blue when they tried to sit out there for 5 minutes. "Eddie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just... why do you keep bringing it up?"

Eddie shrugs and tugs a piece of hair in front of his face. "Dunno, you guys just seem like a perfect match." He's avoiding Steve's eyes, choosing to stare at the wine stain on the white carpet instead.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "That part of my life is over. I don't love her like that anymore. We're just friends." Steve tries to meet Eddie's eyes as he says quietly, "I- I like someone.. else."

Eddie stiffens and Steve watches as he masks the clear hurt written on his face with his best winning smile. He nudges Steve with his elbow, almost a little too painfully. "Oh? Well, I guess I'm trying to match you up with the wrong person then. Who is the lucky girl?"

Steve exhales shakily and when Eddie finally meets his eyes, he whispers, "You."

#GAHHHHH #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie

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ike-mcswains-mortician · 2 months

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so like. imagine being normal oak. you have a crush on this boy who’s so obsessed with acting that he literally becomes whoever he’s trying to emulate. you’ve seen hermie unworthy become the joker, poison ivy, the riddler, two face… even a friend. you want nothing more than to be close to him, to maybe get a glimpse under the makeup. behind the stage. you don’t know if this is love, but god damn the way he makes your pulse jump and your mind run in circles… it feels like something.

you are unconscious when this boy is shot. you are unconscious when he tells you that he liked you too. you can’t tell if he was ever telling the truth. you try everything to bring him back but nothing will revive the hermie you might have loved.

it’s hardly a day later, and everything has gone to hell—er, heaven in a handbasket. you had a funeral but you haven’t been able to properly grieve. you may not know how to process your emotions about hermie, but you know exactly what you need to finish your mission. you need a scam… an actor. because you’re in a personal heaven room, anything you desire becomes accessible. you call upon scam likely and beg him to give you and your companions another hermie. you know it’s not going to be the same hermie, you know it’s going to hurt, but you take the risk.

he appears before you, but it’s a pristine version. before the adventure, before the burns, before the betrayal. it’s just joker hermie. but it’s HIM. it’s not him. before you get a chance to think, hermie-not-hermie grabs you, dips you, and does what you had wanted so badly for so long: he kisses you. it feels exactly how you had always imagined hermie’s kiss would be like, and that’s how you know. it’s hermie. you resist the urge to hold him and kiss him back. you have a mission to complete, and he has a role to fulfill.

the show must go on.

#they make me so fucking SAD #GAHHHHH #WE WON BUT WE LOST BUT WE WON BUT WE ALSO LOST????#WAILING AND SOBBING #anyway im normal and well-adjusted #dndads #dndads spoilers #oakworthy

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01432853 · 8 months

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This is just how I am. I am.. someone who belongs neither here nor there.

My Dearest (2023) - EP 9

#my dearest #mbc my dearest #kdramaedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #periodedits #kdramasource #kdramadaily #asiandramasource #asiandramanet #kdrama #asiandramaedit #mer gifs #aqwljqlwjlq #that's it i have two ships nowww #i'm finey di fine #gahhhhh #i had to gif the gulping too sksksks you get me #“i belong to your side”

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falsehero · 9 months

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#! doodles #genshin impact #tartaglia #i feel like i haven't drawn him in forever -- HELL i haven't posted Anything in forever #gahhhhh #but happy birthday dearest i hope you come back soon i miss you a lot

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sunshineandlyrics · 7 months

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😧

#gahhhhh #Louis Tomlinson #Louis memes #mine

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okinomiyaa · 2 months

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I DREW SILLY VIOLENTINE DRAWIMF WITH @redvelvetbunny :33333 this was so fun HEH

#twdg #violentine #yuriwins #THIS WAS SOO FUN and silly #thankyou for drawing with me.. i enjoy it a lot #we’re double posting this and you will have to deal with it. sorry ;-;#GAHHHHH #YOUR CLEM IS SOO SO CUTE SO CUTE #AND YOU DID DO WELL WITH THE BACKGROUND #i had such a nice time doing this with you #i hope to draw more together in future #heheheh #the walking dead game #clementine #violet #my art #this is the violentine drawing ever i fear

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grelleswife · 1 year

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The family’s walk home after a successful first field day together: Featuring Rei’s smile.

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#buddy daddies #miri unasaka #rei suwa #official art #my heart just melted #gahhhhh #father and daughter #he loves her so much

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 20 days

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The Coming Days (2010) Daniel Brühl as Hans Krämer

This man could recite the phone book and he'd have my undivided attention.

#daniel brühl #hans krämer #my beloved #the coming days #die kommenden tage #db with glasses #my gifs #gifset #gahhhhh #he's so dreamy #it's a problem

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madame-mongoose · 9 months

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What the FUCKKKK

#nobody look at this #i hate wheatley so much #how to kill a fictional character for real #GAHHHHH #NOBODY TOUCH ME #my art

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elendsessor · 3 months

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“all right, man. you take care of yourself.”

“yeah.”

#GAHHHHH #i love them both so much #shantien uploads #like a dragon infinite wealth #infinite wealth #infinite wealth spoilers #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #gif #gamingedit #yakuzaedit

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pjshermann · 3 months

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the parallels in this book make me insane but yk when Harold was talking w Liesl for the first time in sixteen years and discovered she had been doing the same thing he had, which was seeing Jacob’s essence in the faces of students or just passerbys in the street.

“Only to realize later that she had imagined they might be our son, alive and well and away from us, no longer ours, but walking freely through the world, unaware that we might have been searching for him all this time”

And then later on, after Jude’s death, Harold finds that in everything he sees, he sees him. He seeks his son’s face once again, finding comfort in the idea that he might be somewhere off in the world, walking free, without pain and without grief, but he is no longer his and Julia’s.

Was that the price that Harold and Julia paid to let Jude be freed? That he might be off somewhere else, no longer really Jude but something or someone else that does not carry the pain or grief that Jude carried with him? But in return, he would no longer be Harold and Julia’s? They would never be able to reach him again, but he is free now.

“And if a child can no longer be comforted, is it my job to give him permission to leave?”

#im at the end of my rope dawg #off my kelter #GAHHHHH #a little life #a little life play #jude st francis #een klein leven #a little life book #harold stein #julia altman

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ljsarts · 3 months

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Happy 8th Anniversary to Oxenfree by @nightschoolstudio !!

Oxenfree's been such a huge inspiration to me art wise and i've found so many amazing artists and friends in the community. The gorgeous artwork, story design and witty dialogue holds up so well today and the sequel last year was so exciting to see. Looking forward to whatever is next and never forgetting these goobers

#oxenfree #oxenfree anniversary #Id in alt text #oxenfree fanart #also redrawing them all made me so nostalgicccccc #gahhhhh #the whiplash of realising its been 8 years tooo my god

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fangirlmodeactivated · 4 months

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The many shades of ILY ft. Cory Ellison

#the morning show #cory ellison #bradley jackson #cory x bradley #billy crudup #the way he reeled off four of them #will i ever be over this #probably not #definitely not #absolutely not #gahhhhh #his face though

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myaimistrue · 1 year

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shiv's panicked and tearful "no i can't have that!"

#GAHHHHH #succession #succession spoilers #del's posts

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wexhappyxfew · 4 days

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hiya shannon hope youre doing well 😚 now ill let you pick the pairing because i actually haven't watched mota yet (which is treason and all, i know), but can't miss out on a chance to read some of your amazing writing. i thought these prompts were interesting:

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

29. “Don’t lie to me. I was there.”

xoxo hope to hear back from you soon and can't wait to read!

HI FRIEND!!!! i hope you're doing well toooo!! thank you so much for stopping by! awe it's no worries, you know that!! i always say watch when you can or want haha!! :D you're too kind, friend, thank you for the love and support and i hope it lives up to it!!! i picked my OC Judy Rybinski and who she is ~eventually~ paired up with, a fav of favs, Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal, who i have a few more pieces for as well posted and coming in the next few days!! and, i went with the first prompt offered (#3) as it fit the vibes more here! these two have my HEART! and i hope this piece captures that too :) (also: i will absolutely be getting back to you soon my friend hehe 🥹🫶✨)

let it linger

(a/n): for the judy x rosie girlies again - giving you all the soft, slightly awkward and nervous vibes there is, with a hint of that eagerness and excitement as we near the end of the war! and judy gets a promotion (which she deserves and earns), so please enjoy that! plus, enjoy the slight hint of the imagery of a swan above! they're beautiful!! :D also....just incase i didn't mention it anywhere else (and thinking back i probably didn't) after some of the silver bullets girls get split up, judy gets a position as rosie's turret ball gunner on rosie's riveters!!

"Lieutenant Rybinski, that has a ring to it."

Lieutenant Judy Rybinski. In her eyes, it really did. Lieutenant Rybinski - with her new crusher cap, A-2 jacket fit to the length of her arms and rather tiny form, the Lieutenant bar on her lapel, and the new level of standards she seemed to hold herself to. Judy looked up from underneath that shiny new crusher cap at Rosie Rosenthal and grinned.

"You think?" she asked him with a chuckle, crossing her arms as they approached the mess hall, "I'll be honest, Rosie, I didn't expect it. They don't do that sorta thing real often around here it seems. I know Francis just got the big promotion, but I don't know…." Judy shrugged, "a ball turret gunner doesn't see that sorta stuff." Rosie watched her for a moment, before breaking out into a wide grin and stopping in the path and turning to her, his hands placed firmly on his hips.

"A ball turret gunner like yourself deserves to see that sort of stuff." he said, and then offered her a wink to which she gave him a look. Judy gasped.

"You know something, don't you," she said, leaning forward and popping his shoulder lighting with a finger of hers, "c'mon, spill, what is it?" Rosie watched her and shook his head.

"I just think that Operations really has seen the lengths you've gone in the line of duty," Rosie said with a gentle smile, "your leadership skills, your capability to remain calm under pressure, stepping up to the plate. How you had to come up outta the ball turret and take on tail gunner for the second half of a mission. That sorta stuff doesn't just happen. Some people panic, some stall up. You jumped right in." Judy watched him.

"How would anyone know….?" Judy started, trailing off after his spiel, only to grin like a loon and drop her jaw, when she saw him grinning like he always did.

"It was YOU." Judy managed in a mixture of gasping-whispering-and-excitedly-yelling, before placing her hands on her reddening cheeks and grinning, "You didn't have to!" Rosie laughed lightly and shook his head, before stepping forward and placing his hands on her shoulders comfortably, like they'd been there all her life, his presence both warm and kind.

"I know how hard you work, Judy," Rosie said quietly, the feel of his gaze on her both pleasant and peaceful all at once, "I got mixed up in a conversation with Jack Kidd, he brought up the Silver Bullets, and….well, I couldn't help but bring you up." Couldn't….help? Judy was probably red in the face, but she didn't mind. He couldn't help but bring her up?

"You got that look on your face," Rosie said quietly with a chuckle, "I know you don't like the spotlight, but when people do what you've done, you deserve it." Judy stared at him, fighting back a bit of pent-up emotions that have been living inside her body for months. Despite her feelings towards Rosie as a whole (which had continually grown deeper without fail and had been increasingly harder to hide), and her emotions towards the war (which were ever-present), having someone like himself, taking away her emotions towards him, recognize what she's done, and what her sacrifice has been, made her want to have a breakdown.

"People don't usually tell me that sort of thing," Judy said softly back to him, smiling up at him with her rosy cheeks, "so thank you." Thank you for seeing me, like you always do, Judy thought to herself. Rosie smiled at her genuinely, and then squeezed her shoulders.

"It's always my pleasure, Jude, you know that." Rosie said tenderly, before dropping his hands from her shoulders and crossing his arms, nodding to the mess hall, "Ready for breakfast?" She nodded, but felt rooted in place, eyes somewhere towards the ground.

"You okay?" he asked her, reaching forward and bumping a pointer finger lightly under her chin as she looked up towards him, his hands going back to his hips. The longer she stared at him, the more she couldn't contain her thoughts inwards.

"You're really amazing you know?" Judy managed out, with a nod, "And you've probably been told that a million times, by a bunch of guys, as well as a bunch of girls wanting to have your last name, but, genuinely Rosie, meeting you has meant everything to me. Please know that." Rosie watched her, his turn to get rooted in place as a silence fell around them. Judy's cheeks grew a darker red just as the realization of what she had said to him and she suddenly wanted to take it all back with that look on his face.

"I…" Judy started, "listen, tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again, but, you do so much for me and everyone else around you and you put so much of yourself out there to better others and help other people. And you make sure people are cared for and comforted and doing well and are healthy, which damn, I barely look out for my own health, and you just…" Judy fell at a lose for words as Rosie stood there soaking in her jumbled mess of speech that he was definitely trying to decode in some sort of way. There she goes again, just saying whatever came to mind, right in front of Rosie Rosenthal, her emotions edging her on even more so in recent days it seemed.

Even if all he saw were friendship between them and they'd never be able to explain what all those touches and lingering looks were for whatever was to come, he'd know that she thought he was incredible and someone who has genuinely changed her life. He'd know that for as long as he lived, even it meant embarrassing herself until the point she was red in the face. She noted his slightly red cheeks and the wheels working in his head to speak.

"Thank you, Judy," Rosie said quietly with a nod, catching her gaze as she stared at him, whatever was swimming in his eyes enough to get a smile on her face, at the way he seemed breathless enough without words to stand there in front of her and look at her like that, "it's the right thing to do. Here. Right now. In the world. Help people. Make them know they're an important part in all of this. I….wow, bit of a loss for words, Jude." Judy watched him and then smiled grandly up at him.

"You take a minute to catch your breath," she whispered, before stepping forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, where she might've lingered a little longer than needed, but the spark of connection with that gentle touch was enough to keep her boldly functioning, "I'll meet you at the mess hall." Pulling back she looked at him and so up close, she could see every bit of his eye that you never saw from far away, and it made her smile softly within his general gaze, enough to keep him smiling, himself.

"Even if there are a lot of girls who'd like my last name," Rosie started, referencing her rather bold display of emotions, "none of them have ever kissed my cheek like that."

Judy froze up as she stared at him, her heart pounding so loud in her ears, she swore she had imagined that last part. She stared at him, swallowing her words and thoughts to try and get her body functioning and looked up into his eyes again.

"Maybe because none of them ever had the courage to really get to know you," she whispered back, holding his gaze like a sun to the moon, "and know how much you deserve to be loved like that." And then Judy was stepping away from him, trying to tell herself not to regret every word she was saying, spilling out of her mouth in that moment.

They could go down any day of the week - she was done watching her friends fall in love and then get their hearts torn out of their chests. She was done with the war getting what it wanted. She was tired of people letting the war take away the one thing that was ever-present. Love. Even if it meant a few bold, rather embarrassing forms of half-confessions and awkward, nervous laughter.

And Rosie.

Rosie deserved to know. She just had to find the courage to tell it straight to his face all these feelings she had wrapped up deep inside of her. For now, she'd let those thoughts linger longer.

Maybe.

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