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cuoredimuschio · 11 months
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okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??
edit: i started writing it
#steve x eddie#steddie#stranger things#someone tell me this has already been written because i need it. please.#bonus points if steve shows up to the first practice session empty-handed#and eddie nearly calls the whole thing off when he has the Audacity to grab at eddie's sweetheart as if eddie'd ever let him play her#and he doesn't even teach steve anything that day because rule number one get your own fucking guitar and keep your mitts off mine#but by the end when eddie is deep deep deep in love and it's time to send steve off to woo this lucky girl of his#he offers to let steve take his sweetheart because she's guaranteed to make him look ten times hotter and cooler#and he'll have no trouble sweeping his girl off her feet and maybe eddie's breaking his own heart but it's fine—as long as steve's happy#except steve doesn't seem nearly as happy as eddie thought he would be#he seems sad actually and eddie kind of hates that so he starts to make some lame joke about how steve should be honored#because eddie wouldn't lend his baby out to just anyone and that gets steve to crack half a smile#but then he puts the guitar down on eddie's bed (with all due gentle reverence) walks over takes eddie's face in his hands and kisses him#kisses him like he's been dying to do it for weeks. because he has#because somewhere along the line it stopped being about wanting to impress a girl and started being about wanting to be with eddie#it started being screwing up on purpose so that eddie would grab his hands and show him how it's supposed to be done#and forgetting about lessons entirely and just sitting around and listening to eddie talk or just watching him play#because somewhere along the line steve fell out of infatuation and into love with the last person he ever expected....#anyway idk where i'm going with this
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terriblegam2r · 3 months
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PSA to my fellow Richonners and Walking Dead Fans:
Some asshole is posting spoilers for The Ones Who Live in the Richonne tag (and literally every other walking dead/cast member tags) without any warning or consideration for those who don’t want to be spoiled for this show.
If you don’t want to be spoiled make sure you block user “twdspoilers4theprivileged”.
Danai literally begged a few times at the premiere for no one to spoil this show, so anyone who goes against that is purposefully disrespecting her, Andy, Gimple and everyone who worked hard on this show.PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU CAN TO HELP GET THE WORD OUT TO MORE FANS. I know a lot of people still don’t want to be spoiled, and they shouldn’t be bombarded with it unexpectedly in a tag that’s suppose to be safe.
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faradayys · 6 months
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its clear that astarion covers up his hurt with anger, as seen when you 'replace' him with another companion in act 3. he instantly backtracks and calls the entire relationship a mistake.
with that in mind, I wonder how he must've been feeling after you reject helping him in the ascension ritual and he storms off, wishing that you'd die screaming. i wonder how he felt when he comes back to his senses, finally free from the blood that was confusing his mind back in dungeon, and realizes that he is completely alone again, without the party, or the rest of the vampire spawn, or, hell, even cazador to go back to. i wonder how he felt when the party defeats the absolute, and what he must've thought when he realizes that he can no longer walk in the sun anymore. when his skin starts burning, he has no one to mend his wounds, say a soft word, or look after him.
do you think he keeps to himself in your old campsites, wishing he hadn't left? hugging his knees, wishing he could take back what he said? after a long time of traveling with others, do you think he can bear the emptiness that he becomes far too aware of every second he's awake? do you think he forces himself to get up when he hears the crowds chanting your name and the others, his feet stumbling over each other, in the desperate hope that he'd get to see your face and the others'? but perhaps, by the time he clumsily manages his way out, the parade has already passed by, and all he can do now is watch your dwindling figures from afar, as he's left behind in the shadows.
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Soff n spoopy idea for the spoopiest day!
You end up making a mask matching FL’s and he is just OVER THE MOON- you’re twinning for a day!
Plenty of face bonks for each other but he might end up snapping off one of the horns cause they’re just paper mache :’3
a day late for spooky day but this is still SO CUTE!!!
you start making the mask a couple weeks in advance- paper mache isn't exactly a fast thing to craft- Legacy often peering curiously over your shoulder. he nudges you, chirping questioningly, but you playfully refuse to tell him what you're making. slowly the mask comes together, the horns looking more pointed and the structure becoming sleek and sharp the longer you work. Legacy lets out a trill of utter delight when you finally paint and wear the mask, holding it up to your face with a laugh. you're like a tiny him!! headbumps are many and plentiful, even if they do eventually end with one of your carefully crafted horns breaking off. he feels so bad, whimpering and whining and pressing his head into your hands for forgiveness, but it's okay- you can just make it again next year!
however, if you don't feel like making the mask again, there is another option- Childe's Harbinger mask! it's even better if you can get your hands on one of his uniforms, so you can really scare people into thinking you're the Eleventh Harbinger. Legacy thinks it's hilarious and even gives you Childe's bow (without arrows) to carry around- it's a little surreal for the people who know about Foul Legacy to see you and him walking around, and once Legacy relinquishes control of Childe's body, the actual Eleventh Harbinger lifts the mask off your face and gives you a gentle kiss of appreciation
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landonor · 8 months
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this article is absolutely shocking to read. Lando was struggling with sleep and between sessions because of how bad his back pain was, and he's cut down on track walks because they make the pain worse.
"It got to quite a bad point last year. Every day I was struggling, struggling with sleep and everything just in constant pain, and now I’m in a much better position."
Andrea also said they were helping Lando deal with the pain and I'm really glad he feels a bit better now because I did not expect it to be so bad.
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ghouljams · 3 months
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I’ve never wanted to gut König like a fish before but now I fucking do
König cameo what will he do?
OH NO König cameo what will he DO
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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 5 months
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Carl-centric episodes evoke such a strong emotion in me that I can't quite articulate. He's just a kid. Growing up at the end of the world. It's all so desolate and hopeless. But also so.. Free. Finding a bag of roller skates, dropped by someone who was just eaten alive. Driving a car for the first time only to run over a monster. Eating a whole can of pudding on a rooftop, overlooking a barren suburb where he once would've laughed with friends, gone to school, had homework. Where he would have been told ''get down from there!'' and ''you're grounded!''. Where he would have been told ''I'm proud of you'' and 'you're going to do great things''...
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cadybear420 · 6 days
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Look, I completely understand that plenty of m!MC players (mlw route players included) prefer to play their MC with more masculine or masc-associated behaviors. Like, I'm about as "All MCs should have options in how you make them act/behave" as you can get, it's really that simple.
But there's a HUGE difference between "I like to play mlw routes and I personally prefer my MC to have the more masc roles, I'd like MCs to be written with those options" and "MC behaving effeminitely or having more fem roles even with a m!MC/mlw route makes no sense and is poor coding for m!MCs". If you want more options for how MCs behave then I 100% sympathize with that, but the moment you start crying about how "unrealistic" or "behaving like a woman" it is for m!MC to giggle or cry be saved by the LI or whatever the fuck, it's very difficult to take that seriously.
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hecatesbroom · 5 days
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every time I rewatch the Rusty Anchor bathroom scene, it becomes gayer and gayer
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lilyharvord · 6 months
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I need people to understand that my hyperfixation ships are limited to one thing: a man who is usually in full control of himself meeting 1 woman and losing complete and utter control over absolutely everything he does.
I just like to watch when they go full feral for a woman who could literally chew them up and spit them out, but choses to let them stick around because I don't know, it's nice to have someone carrying their bag or whatever.
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akkivee · 7 months
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kuukou’s mic isn’t a weapon for its hypnosis capabilities or bludgeoning potential, it’s this part that makes it lethal lmao
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BREAKING NEWS: canon character banned from own series for being "too problematic" (by the same community that also thinks visibly disabled characters(and likely people in general) need to be censored or otherwise hidden because "some people think that's gross" which is a mixed signal at best. Do we care about their feelings or not)
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secret-bug-pain-blog · 5 months
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[THURSDAY]
Buried Alive - Outlived Family - "Not growing old was fun at first, but then everyone around me started dying."
Hi! Hello! We're here, Late To The Event. Technically, we have plans for all these days! We only remembered this event was ongoing halfway through the week, and by then... well, you know how it is. Technically, this isn't fully compliant with the prompt, but it's close enough that we figure it counts, since outliving his entire family was actually slightly less impactful than outliving his husband for our boy.
Fic below the cut, and @species-whump-weekly we sincerely hope this isn't too late to count.
You have been asleep for long enough that you aren't even sure if he'll still be alive.
His swarm finds you before you find them.
Marina gasps when she sees you. She's years older, now - wings worn at the edges, shell thin and flimsy, aged far beyond the young butterfly you saw her as last.
She looks older than you ever have been. She looks older than you suspect you ever will be.
Her father, your friend – your paramour, your years-long companion – isn’t with her. You fear, for a moment, you’ve stumbled upon them too late. You nearly cringe away from the migration them and there, fearful of discovering yet another thing that’s slipped away while you hibernated.
But you don’t have the heart to walk away.
He’s been waiting for you.
He is old, and frail, and dying. You can taste the creeping end in his veins from the moment you step foot into the tent. His shell is pitted with age, now, cracked and chinked in places, brittle enough that you fear taking his hand will hurt him. Time has weathered him, his wings transparent and paper-thin around him, and you… you stay the same, looking just as young as the day you first met him on the stolen life of those who unearthed your grave.
“I knew you’d come back,” he tells you. “You wouldn’t die that easily.”
You hold his frail, trembling claw in both of yours. You aren’t sure how he can say that so confidently. He has always had more faith in you than you have in yourself.
He invites you to drain him.
You hesitate, at first. Every instinct you have picked up over your long, long life is screaming for you to run. To survive, to keep your secret- he knows, and it's against everything you've ever learned to remain, to let him speak, to not preserve your life-
He knows. But maybe he's known for a long, long time.
You take his offer. You take his life.
You know what it is that killed him the moment you bite. The magic of the wastes, the low hum that seeps into your bones, the constant background noise that sometimes threatens to tear you apart - it gathers within him, down to the deepest parts of his shell. There are lumps of flesh in his heart, his lungs, full of the same mind-jarring, skull-shattering buzz.
He has the wasteland sickness.
You think that, perhaps, he has had the wasteland sickness for a long time.
You drain him until he is dry, until every last flicker of the wasteland sickness is gone from his body, until he is stiff and his flesh holds the texture of jerky, and you let your fangs linger on his shrivelled veins until you can't bear to remain anymore.
You are sick, the next day.
And the day after that, and the day after that.
The buzz is in your bones, now - too close, too loud, rattling through your shell like a twisted beast. You have the wasteland sickness, stolen from his dying body, and it is trying to take you the way it took him.
You do not die.
You don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, anymore.
It is energy. It is vitality, the buzzing, throbbing pulse beyond the heart of a beast on a scale you cannot comprehend.
It is life force, and you can stomach it just the same.
A week passes. Two weeks. The symptoms slow, as you digest it. It becomes your life, your energy, it bends to keep you alive, it becomes you, while you lie weak and dizzy and throwing up blood.
It becomes you. You become it, in turn.
It is the last pulse of your husband, and you refuse to waste it.
You stumble out of the tent two weeks later, exhausted and bearing injuries you cannot see with your naked eyes. You are tired, and hurt, and you have burnt through most of the life you had, but you are alive.
His body is still waiting for you.
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flamestar126 · 1 year
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How to hold your Mandark
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jonny-b-meowborn · 5 days
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I go to this support group thingy every tuesday, I love it, the therapist there and most of the people are super sweet, but last week I had. idk. and unpleasant one, I guess. I brought up my concerns about my skin picking disorder, and while I'm not diagnosed with anything I used the word dermatillomania, because I just know the name for that disorder and I'm pretty sure that's it. and the therapist mostly just dismissed it saying that everyone sometimes feels anxious and picks their skin or nails about it. I tried explaining that it's not just that, it happens all the time and on multiple occasions I gave myself an infection from picking skin, but her main giveaway was that I need to think about what makes me stressed and try to do something about it. and then she kinda went on this small, mostly lighthearted rant about youth these days self diagnosing with everything because they hear it on tik tok or whatever. and idk, the therapist is a genuinely lovely lady, so that was weird to hear her be so dismissive about this. I definitely am going to bring my skin picking with my psychologist or psychiatrist if I don't forget tho. it's getting real bad recently and I think I need some professional help with it lmao
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neurosses · 2 months
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i went down a rabbit hole rereading my favorite jordan and hennessy scenes from td3 today... they are excellent.
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