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daily-ethoslab · 8 months

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[473] have you considered?

#idk what this is actually #etho #ethoslab #etho fanart #ethoslab fanart #hermitcraft #day 473

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asbealthgn · 1 year

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Eddie loves funerals.

Despite what some may think, it has nothing to do with an interest in death or the supernatural—though he does have that—and it has nothing to do with loving seeing everyone dressed in black—though that is always a plus. It doesn’t even have anything to do with that phase he went through in elementary school where he got obsessed with learning about burial rituals from different cultures and recreating them with his stuffed animals (that eventually ended when his teacher called Wayne to say that Eddie really needed to stop trying to embalm his friends).

No, Eddie’s affinity for funerals has everything to do with the fact that they’re a guaranteed source of free food.

It’s become a bonafide pastime. He keeps an eye out in the paper for obituaries and makes note of when the funerals will be. He reads through the obituary and may do a little extra research if necessary so he has an answer ready if anyone asks him about the dearly departed. When in doubt, he can always fall back on “He was such a fixture in the community” or “She always reminded me of my grandma.”

Of course, he only goes to funerals for old people. Anything else would be too depressing. But for old people he can show up and hang in the back while some priest or family member makes a few remarks and then hit up the buffet without raising too many eyebrows.

Eddie strikes metaphorical gold when he cracks open the obit section of the paper and sees the name Maureen Harrington—apparently, one of those Harringtons, someone’s great aunt or something. She’d been living in Chicago but she’s getting buried in Hawkins next to her parents. The name alone is a good sign; the Harringtons are rich as shit so they’re definitely gonna swing for a good spread at the memorial. Eddie’s not even worried that she was from Chicago so he shouldn’t have any reason to know who she was, because the obituary says she was a romance novelist. He’s just gotta skim one of her books so he can pass himself off as a fan.

The day of the funeral is nice and overcast. Those are the best funerals. So atmospheric. He rolls up to the funeral home with his best mourning outfit—dark button-down shirt tucked into black slacks under his most serious black coat that just so happens to have plenty of deep pockets that are great for stashing food in. He claims an empty seat at the back of the funeral home chapel so he can listen to the service.

As memorials go, this one is remarkably formal. Guess the Harringtons are all about appearances even in death. Eddie’s favorite remarks are from Elaine Harrington, wife of infamous businessman James Harrington, who manages to both artfully brush away nonexistent tears and work in that Maureen was never married and has a bastard son. God, Eddie loves rich people.

After the service, Eddie lingers in the chapel for a few minutes so it doesn’t seem like he’s only interested in the food. Then he falls in behind a couple of old men as they head for the buffet. Decent spread—there’s some sandwiches on croissants, overly fancy crackers with spinach artichoke, a frankly bizarre amount of shrimp cocktail. The dessert is the real star of the show with multiple overflowing tables. Eddie dishes up a little of everything, surreptitiously slipping things into his coat when no one’s looking.

“Munson,” a voice says. Shit, did someone see him shoving all those brownies into his pockets? He turns and finds himself looking into the disconcertingly beautiful honey eyes of Steve Harrington. He doesn’t actually know Steve that well—they went to high school together but they didn’t run in the same circles. He just knows of Steve because he was the most popular kid in school, the King. And Steve probably only knows of Eddie because he was the weird fucker who climbed on lunch tables to yell at people. They haven’t ever spoken.

Eddie’s not gonna pretend like he’s never lusted after the King though.

“There’s no way you knew my great aunt,” Steve says. There’s no suspicion in his voice, which is a good sign, just confusion.

“On the contrary,” Eddie says, “I was a big fan of her work.” It’s actually not even that much of a lie anymore. He tracked down a few of Maureen Harrington’s novels and they were surprisingly good for pulpy romances with shirtless dudes riding horses on the cover.

“You were a fan of her work,” Steve repeats, clearly disbelieving. “I’m pretty sure the target audience for those books was ‘middle-aged women in loveless marriages.’”

Eddie grins. “Okay, first of all, how dare you insult middle-aged women in loveless marriages. Second of all—” He reaches into one of his coat pockets and pulls out the book he brought. “See?” he says, tapping the cover. “I like this one because the guy looks like me.”

He doesn’t. The only resemblance is that they both have long dark hair. But cracking half a smile, Steve nods. “It’s uncanny,” he says.

“And the girl looks like you,” Eddie says. Weirdly, she really does. She has the same slightly droopy brown eyes and pouty pink lips. Her hair’s even the same color, her bangs swooping like Steve’s do.

“Nah, she looks like Maureen,” Steve says, “And Maureen looked like a Harrington.” He points over to where there’s a display of pictures of the deceased, including one where she’s probably in her thirties. Sure enough, she looks a lot like the woman on the book cover. Looking around the room, Eddie realizes that he’s able to pick out who the family is because they all have those same eyes. Weird.

Eddie turns back to Steve. “My point still stands.”

He shrugs. “Actually though, what are you doing here?” he asks, “Funerals are the worst.”

“I couldn’t disagree more,” Eddie says, tucking the book back into his coat pocket. “Funerals are a great place to meet people.”

Steve lifts his eyebrows. “Not sure I agree with that.”

“That hurts, Harrington,” Eddie says, clutching his hands to his heart. “Here I thought we were really hitting it off.”

That makes Steve laugh. “You’re right,” he says, “I was just gearing up to ask if you wanted to come to my dad’s old business partner’s funeral next weekend.”

Whistling, Eddie takes a step closer, resting his hand lightly on Steve’s arm. “Second date already? You move fast.”

“What can I say?” Steve spreads his hands out to encompass the funeral around them. “Life is short.”

#idk what this is actually #i wrote this instead of the other two fics i'm supposed to be working on #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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navnae · 1 year

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Thinking about Steve and Eddie deciding to leave Hawkins then coming up with the idea to change their names/ identities to truly get rid of any form of anything that reminds them of their past. It’s the hardest thing that they’ve ever done, leaving not only their friends behind but the memories that they shared along the way. Nonetheless it’s understood that it was probably for the best and over time they were able to live their truth. They could be comfortable in the relationship that they’ve formed with each other and they loved each other deeply despite all the obstacles along the way.

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lokiiied · 7 months

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i love how it’s just understood that in real life, even if you’re certain this person is on tumblr - your tumblr is not something that give out freely in the real world. your tumblr account is sacred. and everything i need my in person people to know about me…they already know it. but my tumblr following/mutuals?

i am like their personal demon that has attached itself to you and he sits on your shoulder smoking a blunt and tells you every impulsive thought, dumb idea, gay fictional character headcanons, philosophies, feelings, and commentaries he has while you try to move your way through the real world. he’s kind of comforting and relatable in a kinda concerning way but he’s also a dumpster fire and like a wise ent or gandalf and you might say he’s sexy and mysterious aside from the fact that you know the most obscure lore of his life and he’s actually like a concept and not a presence that you can touch.

#tumblr #idk what this is actually #tumblr rant #?

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lacrymarial · 2 years

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“i was saved….by that person i called my enemy” ~ miles edgeworth, farewell my turnabout

narumitsu week ‘22

day 4: trust

#ace attorney #nmweek22 #narumitsu #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #aa #farewell my turnabout #ace attorney justice for all #calligraphy #lettering #idk what this is actually #narumitsu art #narumitsu lettering #< is that a real tag yet? oh well #lacry creates #?

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orangesrotting · 2 years

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was thinking abt nhie again and i honestly found it rlly fucking weird how no one...acknowledged that what devi did to aneesa wasn’t. intentional?? like i 100% believe that it merited consequences but it also wasn’t. intentional like she did not intend to start that rumor and that’s fucking. important like everyone is acting like she deliberately went behind aneesa’s back to ruin her when in reality...she was out of her mind w grief for her dad thinking she had lost the only thing she had left of him...like bro. she deserved to learn that her actions have consequences but not like that

#idk what this is actually #btw i love devi devi antis dni #notes #devi vishwakumar #nhie #tv

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gobackimhaunted · 10 months

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ohhhh now it makes sense

#idk what this is actually #raquel rambles

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ildi-dragonheart · 1 year

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starting off my term break by finally writing something

Minoura is so done with them.

or: how things go whenever Minoura works with Ranpo and Akiko

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Happy April Fools!

#ildi writes #ranposano #bsd #ranpo x yosano #idk what this is actually #probably not even that funny but okay #enjoy

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too-young-to-fall-in-love · 10 days

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help

NAPOLEON: (whispered) Peril. ILYA: Fuck u bitch NAPOLEON: Ur mom ILYA: Heyyyyyyyyy NAPOLEON: Ur dad ILYA: NoOooOooOOOOO NAPOLEON: My brother in Christopher ILYA: Ur done NAPOLEON: *sobs* ILYA: I eat drywall NAPOLEON: *surprised pikachu face* ILYA: *eating drywall* Call forth the rats. NAPOLEON: Menstruating all by yourself, beautiful? ILYA: There is a big booty pheasant by your ear NAPOLEON: Go on, go to sleep, I'll- ILYA: But i wanna watch over the oatmeal NAPOLEON: While you watch the oatmeal, I'll eat sand. ILYA: It can be your little treat for letting me watch the oatmeal NAPOLEON: Are you feeling the power of the flower yet? ILYA: OOOooooooOOooOOOOoooOoOoOo NAPOLEON: There's a lion storm ILYA: *points* Boyliker NAPOLEON: *gasps* MEEEEEEE? END SCENE

#sorry not sorry #napollya #tmfu #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #the man from uncle #chat #crackfic #idk what this is actually #college dorm shenanigans #it's a thursday night yall what else r we supposed to do

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084392 · 1 month

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had never heard of "mlp infection aus" until this month and ngl i still dont know what they are but. it made me want to draw some of them getting taken over by their cutie marks or something......

#if any of this needs to be tagged pleaseee tell me idk how to tag this kind of stuff for blacklist...#mlp #my little pony #twilight sparkle #apple jack #rarity #fluttershy #my art #mlp infection au #<-again. no idea what thats actually about but this seemed like a fun design thing...thats literally all this was to me.#also i havent watched the show in years.#body horror

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eanatirea · 3 months

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Hehehe tiny unobtainium

#Idk what this is actually #Stole it from my high school Chem class over a decade ago lmao

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strawb3rry-shark · 5 months

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is emotionally closing myself off to everyone good? no. is it the best coping mechanism i have currently? yes! so by the logic of self care, it is clearly the best solution

#personal post !!!#slight vent #idk what this is actually #it’s my self care though

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gravesaint · 3 months

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part of my job as archivist for a LGBTQ center involves working with an interviewing elder queers, and the disconnect between our generation and theirs is so upsettingly palpable. so many young queers think that elders aren't up-to-date on identity politics and are "set in their ways" when it comes to understanding the nuances of gender and sexuality, but that is so incredibly far from the truth.

if anything, the real problem is in the reverse. young queers aren't giving the time of day to our elders and its only alienating all of us from our shared history. just about every elder I've spoken to is doing their best to understand how our identity politics have evolved and is actively supportive of our generation adding our language and experiences to our sprawling rainbow tapestry.

there is also this strange idea that elder queers no longer contribute to that tapestry, that their time is gone and its only the youth making progress. but again, that prevailing idea is just alienating our generations from one another. most elders I've spoken to are extremely active in the community and work hard to do what they can to preserve our histories and assist in current activism.

the fact of the matter is that we are losing our elders, both to time and estrangement, and it is critical that we make conscious efforts to bridge the gap before its too late.

TLDR: We have to do better when it comes to including queer elders in our current activism. They are our history, they are our family, and we need to give them the same love they give to us.

#lgbtq #queer #pride #idk what to actually tag this but. yeah #thoughts from the archivist's desk #im digitizing interviews from 2004 and.. ough #ok to rb #my stuff

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roseworth · 10 months

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the making posts limit not reading posts this isn’t twitter

#i don’t think i’ve ever come close to hitting the post limit #i’m willing to bet the closest i’ve come is nov 5 #but even then idk how close i was bc idk what the limit actually is

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tibli · 2 months

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I love when arthropods have a pseudopupil. It's so whimsical and cute, and they come in so many varieties!!