#it's been in my drafts forever

[hairmetal666]

The high summer sun glints off the lake, illuminating Eddie's dark curls in a golden shine. He plays Hopper's old acoustic, just noodling around with notes and melodies, while Steve watches, transfixed.

He's so beautiful, Steve thinks, before shaking the thought away. He turns from the man at the end of the dock, looking across the yard of Joyce and Hop's lake house. His two kids tumble across the grass with Max and Lucas's toddler on their heels. Max and El weave flower crowns--well, El weaves and Max makes a mess of petals and leaves. Dustin, Erica, Mike, and Lucas cluster around the solid wood picnic table Hop built, arguing about a new d&d update, while Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan sip glasses of lemonade on the porch. Through the wide, plate glass windows that line the back of the house, Steve watches his wife, Joyce, and Argyle bob and weave through the kitchen, while Hop mans the grill a few feet away on the patio.

He looks back to Eddie, whose fingers have stilled on the guitar strings.

"What's up?" Steve asks. It's been twelve years since Eddie almost died saving the world, and he still goes distant. Still slips out of time to another place, another world, that can be hard for the others to reach.

Not this time, though. Eddie glances up, soft smile on his face, one that's rare enough it makes Steve's heart trip. "Working out how to play something," he says.

There's yelling now, from the picnic table, an actual fight broken out, and Steve laughs. "Think we should get up there before someone gets punched?"

Eddie isn't paying attention, though. His head bent intently over the guitar as he strums out a familiar melody that Steve can't quite place. It's slower, he thinks, than the original.

It's so familiar, watching Eddie play. Back when they lived together in Indy, he used to lose entire afternoons to a shared joint and Eddie practicing. It's always transfixing, the movements of his fingers, the light glinting off the shine of his rings; his intensity and precision.

It hits Steve then, what the song is, isn't something he expected Eddie to ever know. Assumed his interest in any member of Nirvana ended in 1994, that he'd find the Foo Fighters hopelessly lame, but Eddie's eyes flash up to catch Steve's as he starts the chorus.

"And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever; if anything could be this good again"

The sun is lower in the sky, casting Eddie in bronze, and god, god he's the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen. His stomach twists, goosebumps spreading along his arms.

"The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you've got to promise not to stop when I say when, he sang"

The deep chocolate of Eddie's eyes sparkle with softness and care and, and--

Realization hits.

Steve loves him.

"Breath out, so I can breath you in, hold you in"

Has always loved him. Every second, every moment.

His heart trips, doubles. He doesn't understand how he missed it, that it's always been Eddie.

It crashes over him, a cascade of understanding, of unquestioned longing. Years, years have gone by without him recognizing the feelings for what they are. And now, now--

His wife is in the kitchen with Joyce and Argyle, and their two kids play on the lawn with Max and Lucas's toddler.

And he's been hopelessly in love with his best friend since 1986, when he first realized his entire world revolved around Eddie Munson's laugh, the specific smile he gave that brought out his deep set dimples, the softness of his voice at 3am when nightmares drove them both out of bed.

Eddie blinks a few times, looks down, eyelashes casting long shadows against his cheeks. His playing slows, and he ends the song with a crack in his voice as he sings.

"Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong"

The only thing Steve can hear is the pounding of his own heart. He wants--he wants--

The shrieking delight of his children carries down to the lake, his wife's wind chime laugh tinkling just behind.

He doesn't know what to do, what to say, can't stop hearing the way Eddie's voice broke on the last line that wasn't even in the original song, and--

Hopper calls out, "alright you animals, come and get it."

His wife yells, "Steve, come help with the kids?"

He shoves to his feet, yells back, "be right there."

Steve doesn't know what to do, what to say, how to process any of this.

He walks away from Eddie without glancing back.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #feelings realization #mutual pining #wrong time #1990's au #married steve harrington #musican eddie munson #found family #everlong #i had the idea for this while doing a peloton ride to the acoustic version of everlong #i could not get eddie singing it to steve out of my head #it's been in my drafts forever #haven't posted a ficlet in months sorry it's a bummer

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Waiting

All there is to do these days is wait.

Wait to hear back from that 'doc of hers in Night City. Wait to hear from the most recent 'doc that they don't know what else to try. Wait for the next miracle cure that doesn't pan out, for the meds to stop holding the pain at bay, for the next time she collapses and blacks out and doesn't wake up.

So they wait.

#mitch anderson #valerie vermilion #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk photomode #videogame photography #think it's filter no. 9? been a minute #definitely no reshade #wash's writing #post no one's gonna love you #please take this #it's been in my drafts forever #wasn't sure what i wanted to say #female v #fem v #cyberpunk female v #streetkid!val #from the queue #mitch x val

[finitevux]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑:

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒  /  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:   moto! or mar 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘:   oct 02 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍:   libra 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:   5′6″. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒:   drawing....????  i think. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:   medicine wheel!  red, yellow, white and black 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊:         (fiction) House of Leaves has a weird place in my heart.                                          (non) Anything that’s by Caitlyn Doughty. I love her sm 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆:   No Spill Blood - Oingo Boingo 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄  /  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖:  Puss in Boots 2!! (which you should go watch)  /                                          and the last show.... uhh uhhh.... it’s been a long time....                                          i THINK del toro cabinet of curiosities? very good btw. 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃:   1Q84  by  Haruki Murakami 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐔𝐑𝐋:    fini’s name (-: 𝐅𝐔𝐍  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓:  i have a frog beret  :-)

#▐ㅤ—ㅤOOCㅤ❜ #FUN && GAMES #i actually cant remember who i got this from #it's been in my drafts forever

[jellyfishmakeoutparty]

I love butterfly rays because half of the images of them online come in two varieties and it’s

a) a baybey!

b) I know what you are.

#been sitting in my drafts forever #marine biology #marine bio #biology #science #marine biology memes #ray #butterfly ray #chondrichthyes #cartilaginous fish #creatures #sea creatures #cryptid #marine biodiversity #marine bio meme #meme #science meme #bio #ocean lover #ocean #thalassaphobia #thalassaphobia cw #post #also ty guys for 170+ followers!! :.)

[magicshopaholic]

Fan favourite couple fic this weekend <3 It's a short drabble because I haven't had a ton of time to write but I hope you all like it anywayyy. I'll be on vacation next week (yay) so not sure if I'll get to write a lot so I'm glad to be posting this fic before that and responding to all the feedback!

#it's been in my drafts forever #finally seeing the light of day #you guys really manifested this one so give yourselves a round of applause

[spiderversegf]

#this tiktok screenshot is making me fucking cry #this has been in my drafts forever bc i laugh every time i see it

[myrcella-lannister]

TOM BLYTH AS CORIOLANUS SNOW | The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) Academy Orientation

#tom blyth #tomblythedit #thgedit #the hunger games #dailymenedit #coriolanus snow #flawlessgentlemen #the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this has been forever in my drafts i'm so embarassed #i see a man with a questionable blond wig and i start acting up #mine

[reedrchards]

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us - "Please Hold to My Hand"

#been in my drafts forever idk if i like #pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #the last of us #mine

[kabukiaku]

found this papa terzo in my drafts, decided to finish it!! 💜💛🖤 𐕣

#my art #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa terzo #terzo fanart #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost band fanart #papa emeritus fanart #digital art #bro--this has been in drafts for like FOREVER #im just happy i finally got around to finish it

[drarw]

supa old homestuck art for you!

#i see im gettin followas cuz my old rezi art is circulating again… #might as well drop this thang that been in my drafts for forever #hope the spvtw show gets me posting again.. hope everyone is doin well :’) #hard to get over the hurdle of posting again when my blogs been stagnant so long naow #homestuck #june egbert #john egbert #eitha #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #roxy lalonde #deaspite the glasses.. it is a roxy actually #calliope #yeah not tagging any ships but heres this! #hs #rart

[tom-is-online]

My fav headcanon is still that they swapped hair colours

#I DREW THIS FOREVER AGO ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS #akito shinonome #ena shinonome #vbs akito #niigo ena #fanart #tomisonline #my art #25ji #25 ji nightcord de #n25 #nightcord at 25:00 #vbs #vivid bad squad #shitpost #pjsk fa #project sekai #colorful stage #pjsekai #prsk fa #proseka #pjsk fanart #pjsk akito #pjsk #pjsk ena

[tennant]

Come on, we can all have a good flirt later!

+bonus

#doctor who #dwedit #david tennant #dtedit #userlanie #userteri #userveronika #usertoph #userdiana #miatendos #gifs #mine #it's been in my draft forever might as well as post it

[wispscribbles]

why are you and your drawings so cool 😭🙏

afdsasdfasg thank you !! irl ppl would laugh at me being called cool lol - Have a ghoap as thanks <33

#ask #chloe-is-slightly-epic #ghostsoap #doodle #i'm trying to get better at letting myself be a bit more open online #a bit more uncool if you will #im an anxious perfectionist so a lot of art and posts end up in drafts forever #like this sketch i drew..... 4 months ago #hope you all wont mind if I start posting a bit more #unfinished work like sketches or fic snippets #Im constantly making stuff and writing but I just dont post #womp womp anxiety #so yeah decidedly uncool but im happy you like my art :') #btw if youve ever sent an ask or asked a question that i've never answered... yeah its probably in my drafts because i got stuck on somethi #and then forgor #and now its been so long that it feels weird to reply #sorry!! I super appreciate everyone who take the time to write

[seo-changbinnies]

my favorite binnie looks (257/∞)

#stray kids #changbin #seochangbinet #createskz #bystay #staysource #jypartists #malegroupsnet #seo changbin #stray kids gifs #stray kids changbin #skz #my.gifs #favoritebinnies #could have sworn i posted this before but .. ig not? if i have pls let me know. it's been in my drafts for forever

[actual-changeling]

"It would have been you."

It's raining.

Of course, it's raining.

A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.

Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.

"What?"

His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.

"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."

The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.

"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."

"I don't."

Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.

He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.

(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)

They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.

There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.

"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."

"Angel, don't lie-"

"I'm not lying."

Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—

"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."

The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."

His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.

"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."

Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.

Just this once.

Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.

"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."

Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.

"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"

"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."

Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #this has been in my tumblr drafts forever i swear ugh #finally finished it

[artilite]

some sort of siffering for @drabdoodler ;;; how is he moving... woah!!

would appreciate it if this wasn't used for pfps for the time being, thank you! <3 (this may change in the future haha)

#in stars and time #isat #isat siffrin #isat fanart #siffrin #siffrin fanart #in stars and time siffrin #artilite #artilite art #can you believe this is my FIRST EVER isat fanart. #i sure can't #it's been sitting in my drafts for forever #he's great fun to animate tho #drawn before i forced him thru the horrors.... #i was so clueless... #that one hair bothers me but it's okay... (coping)