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i havent been on my computer in a week what do i used this for again

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youre telling me a ham fisted this metaphor??

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Eddie teaches Steve how to fight. The Munson name might be good for nothing but they were a scrappy lot. Eddie learned early how to throw a punch. His dad said real boys knew how to fight, so put your whole body into it, twist your hips.

Eddie had heard King Steve got his face beat in by the Byers kid. Also heard he might’ve deserved it. And that Byers got off with hardly a scratch. But none of that was his business. He was just trying to graduate.

The second time Steve showed up to school with a face full of bandages, he took pity on him. This time he’d apparently gotten into a fight with that mouthy new kid, the one who gave Jeff the heebie jeebies. They ended up in detention together and Eddie leaned into his space and asked some questions, like “how come you get beat up more than my ducklings?”

Apparently the pretty rich boy had never learned how to defend himself, never needed to. What a waste of muscles. Which is how Eddie ended up giving Steve a lesson in the middle of Ms. Pratt’s room. Keep your fists up, turn your body so you’re a smaller target, shift your weight to your toes, and if you need to: scream.

“What?” Steve lowered his hands, bewildered.

“Yeah, man, just scream.” Eddie said. “At the worst, it’ll give you a second while they’re confused and at best they’ll think you’re nuts and disengage entirely. It’s a win-win scenario.” He shrugged.

“Is that how you fight?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed my reputation around here, Harrington, but half the school wouldn’t touch me with a rainbow colored pole and the other half thinks I’m straight up insane. No one’s gonna fight a crazy person, ‘cause crazy people might just kill ya.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Steve remarked. He packed up the singular sheet of homework he’d tried to do.

“No problem, that face is too pretty to be marked up all time.”

But Steve couldn’t stay out of trouble for long.

Eddie was trying to see if the new mall theater was as easy to sneak into as the Hawk when he passed by some teens in sailor costumes slumped by a water fountain. One of them pointed at him as he walked by.

“Munson! It worked!”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things

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Ecosocialist praxis

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Steddie playing that couple’s game testing how much you know about your partner. Eddie is asked “What is Steve’s favorite fruit?”

Eddie, grinning, holds up his sign that just says “Me.”

Steve, pinching the bridge of his nose, holds up his sign that says “It’s peaches but he wrote ‘me.’”

#steddie #stranger things

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A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR @matchingbatbites 🫶🫶🫶🫶 soulmate Steddie time 🙌🙌🙌

(She’s messy but ahhhhh)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things

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Steve is mostly deaf by the time he is 20. One more concussion during the last stand against the upside down stole his sense from him.

It's a struggle. But his friends are amazing. Robin and Dustin and Eddie learn sign language with him, and eventually, all of the party knows enough that he never feels left out of conversations.

He can still hear some low sounds. Robin's voice is lost to him, but Eddie's is low enough that he can still hear the timbre of it. He can still hear music with low pitches, too; he develops a new appreciation for rock and metal music.

It gives Eddie an idea. One afternoon, he drags Steve to Gareth's garage, where he sets up Jeff's bass guitar and an amp. He shows Steve how to hold it, how to pluck at the strings, and how to play a basic scale. Half an hour later, Steve is laser focused, sitting on the amp and listening and feeling the low thrum of the guitar.

A week after that, Steve drags Eddie to Indy to buy one of his own.

He sets it up in his garage, and he and Eddie spend hours playing together. Eddie teaches him as much as he can, but there is a lot that Steve has to figure out for himself. He's never had a challenge quite like this one, and he finds himself loving it.

He finds himself loving his time with Eddie, too. Eddie is funny and awkward and talkative, even with his hands. He's passionate about music and is an eager and enthusiastic teacher. They add dinner nights to their routine afternoon jam sessions, and Steve discovers Eddie is also very physically affectionate when he doesn't have a guitar in his hands.

One evening, as they are reclining on Steve's couch with the radio turned up way too loud, Eddie starts to sing along with the song. Steve doesn't really think about it. He just leans over and presses his ear to Eddie's chest, listening to the low pitch of his voice. If Eddie thinks it's weird, he doesn't say anything. After a while, his arm wraps around Steve's shoulders and holds him close. The song changes, but Steve doesn't move, and Eddie doesn't stop humming along.

It's easy after that. Easy to exist in Eddie's personal space, easy to fall for his goofy smile, easy to realize his new favorite spot is sitting in his garage beside Eddie.

And when Eddie's hands are flying as he tells Steve about this new song he's writing, it's easy to lean over and kiss him.

#so sweet my chest hurtin #HOH steve is so personal #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things

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Steve jokes that he needs physical affection to survive and going too long without a hug is life threatening but the group has been through so much weird shit that they just... believe him.

Steve can't bring himself to feel that guilty. It's very nice to get at least one hug a day.

#steve harrington #stranger things

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✨And he fell in love✨

#he’s just like me fr #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things

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JOE KEERY 2023, Behind The Blinds Magazine

#he is so #joe keery the man you are…. #joe keery

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spotify users!!! tell me the most recent song that you liked

#my car is not yellow by david arnold from the good omens 2 soundtrack #shit goes crazy!!!!!

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anyway,. back to your usual queue'd posts.

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login tumblr at 2AM n everyone posting they lil fetish. n it be some shit like "i love men that look like bill nye n wear scuba suit"

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Cat, I’m a kitty cat, and I dance dance dance and I dance dance dance. Can you say the same, imperial?