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there's nothing i can do, a total eclipse of the heart

@stcreators event 04: music

@lgbtqcreators creator challenge: [transition, music]

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They're being chased by a monster and yet their first instinct at hearing Dustin singing on the radio is to judge him. I love them so much.

#icons #stobin #scoops troop

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TONIGHT THE SUPER BOOPER MOOTS ARE GONNA FIND ME

SHINING LIKE THE SUN (SUPER BOOPER)

SMILING, HAVING FUN (SUPER BOOPER)

FEELING LIKE A NUMBER ONE

TONIGHT THE SUPER BOOPER MOOTS ARE GONNA BOOP ME (SUPER BOOPER)

BUT I WONT FEEL BLUE (SUPER BOOPER)

LIKE I ALWAYS DO (SUPER BOOPER)

CAUSE SOMEWHERE ON MY DASH THERES YOU

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Patrick Swayze, Wesley Snipes, and John Leguizamo in: TO WONG FOO, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! JULIE NEWMAR 1995 | dir. Beeban Kidron

#gay 80s #(adjacent)

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bru & dee’s friday movie night (2/?) ◆ the rocky horror picture show | 1975

#gay 80s #adjacent

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tumblr right now

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if there's one thing we can learn from this booping experience it's that we need to give people notes and interact with them for tumblr to be fun and thriving

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#happy boop day to those who celebrate

#boop

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#im here to boop and be booped and then disappear into the aether again

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steddie | M | wc: 789 | cw: none

tags: steddie dads (not a major focus), farmers steddie, modern au, light dom/sub

idk what this is. i had the image of eddie and steve and their kids on a morning before school and then it got a little steamy.

Eddie stands on the front porch in his robe and takes a sip of his coffee as he watches Steve get the girls on the bus. It's a cold morning, in the low 30's, and he chuckles as his daughters blow out hot air like they’re dragons. The sun is barely even up yet but it casts a bright glow across the frosty grass of their yard and the field across the road.

Steve and the girls do their dorky handshake once the bus pulls up and Eddie waves at them and blows them each a kiss. When the bus is around the curve down the road, Steve puts his hands in the pockets of his Carhartt and starts the trek back up the long gravel driveway, their dog Daisy trotting at his side.

Eddie goes back inside to the warmth. He drains the last of his coffee and puts the mug in the sink before he starts clearing up the mess left from breakfast, made by the mini tornadoes he calls children. As he washes the plastic kiddie plates and cups and forks, he goes through the list of what he and Steve have planned for the day since it's rare that their days off overlap.

Well. What Eddie has planned. He knows what Steve's plans are and none of them involve doing anything on the list pinned to the fridge.

The hole in the chicken coop needs patched before the ladies and their gentleman caller get snatched up by a bobcat or coyote. Eddie's been trying to find the time to go over to Wayne's and help him with the boat so he can take the girls out on the river this summer. He and Steve need to make a trip to Rural King if their oldest is seriously considering showing rabbits for 4-H.

All are things that'll take up a good chunk of their morning and afternoon. But of course, when Eddie feels arms wrap around his waist and lips press to the skin underneath his ear, he knows good and well all of it will be tossed out the window.

"Mornin', handsome," Eddie hums, leaning back into Steve's hold, his hands still submerged in soapy dishwater.

"Mornin', baby." Steve kisses Eddie's shoulder and starts to gently sway them. "The girls are gone."

Eddie chuckles. He knows the game Steve is trying to play. "Oh really? I couldn't tell, with how quiet it is."

Steve's lips trail from his shoulder to his neck. "We both have the day off."

Eddie hums in agreement, his eyes sliding shut as he tilts his head back on Steve's shoulder. "I know what you're trying to do, baby," he says. "It won't work. We have stuff to do."

Steve ignores him. "We could go back to bed right now," he says against Eddie's ear.

Eddie sighs quietly, making a valiant effort to not acknowledge the way Steve is starting to chub up.

"You could take your time." He nibbles on Eddie's earlobe and lets out the smallest moan when he starts to grind against Eddie's ass. "Open me up nice and slow so you can fuck me deep."

Eddie's own quiet moan betrays him at the thought of laying Steve out on their bed and getting his tongue and four fingers in his ass until his husband is begging for his cock.

Steve pulls Eddie's hips against him and Eddie lets him, the dishes now abandoned as he grinds back on the hefty bulge Steve's now sporting in his sweatpants. They stand there for a few minutes, Steve whimpering hotly into Eddie's shoulder they hump like teenagers.

Eddie's melting point is when Steve whines, "Wanna use my toys, too."

He'll blame it on the fact that they haven't had the time for anything more than stolen moments while the girls are busy with homework or chores, and quick handjobs before bed.

Eddie drains the sink and rinses the soap off his hands before drying them on a nearby rag. He turns in Steve's arms and preens at how flushed his face is just from a little grinding.

He gets a hand between them and massages Steve's heavy cock over his pants, a dark spot already soaking the fabric. "You get five minutes to get yourself naked and on that bed," he says. "No touching yourself. Am I clear?"

Steve gasps and bucks in his grip and whines out a "yes, sir," before prying himself away from Eddie's grasp and almost tripping up the stairs.

Eddie takes a deep breath looks at the clock on the stove.

8:24am

He mentally wipes away his previous list in favor of replacing it with how many times he can make Steve come before 9:30.

#mmm i feel....toasty #Steddie #cj fic 🍂

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platonic stobin | wc: 1,156 | cw: none | tags: background steddie, insecurities, light angst

i've had this in my head for a while now bc i'm tired of the stobin vs steddie argument and the mindset that one relationship is inherently better and more important than the other.

robin knows she gets cagey around people in relationships. both expecting and dreading being asked if she has a boyfriend or has a crush on anyone. her palms get sweaty and prickly and her stomach clenches like she's about to vomit and she stammers through some sort of half-assed answer to throw them off. she knows it makes her seem weirder than she already is, but she's fine with that.

her being a lesbian definitely plays a big part in it. when she got in middle school and her friends were asked out by boys in her class, she'd shrink down in her desk and silently hope that none of them would notice her.

she got her wish, but not in the way she hoped.

her friends started hanging out with their boyfriends more and more until robin was eventually forgotten, cast off to the side for more "grown up" things, and barb was left as her only friend. she was okay with that. barb wasn't boy crazy like the rest of them.

but then barb met nancy wheeler in 8th grade and the same thing happened all over again. barb would call and say she couldn't hang out with her today because nancy asked her to come over and their sleepovers were soon replaced with homecoming dress shopping and makeup and boy-talk.

robin was forgotten once again.

then barb died and robin actually got to know nancy and discovered she wasn't actually deserving of the mean thoughts robin said about her in her thoughts.

none of this really seems important, but robin's trying to rationalize why she feels so anxious when steve tells her that he and eddie are dating. obviously she's happy for him, maybe a little envious that he got a boyfriend before she got a girlfriend, and she can tell that he's trying so hard to equally split his time between the two of them.

it doesn't explain why she gets uncomfortable when steve asks her if she wants to hang out with him and eddie. or why she wants to pull steve behind her and hiss like she's some sort of feral cat claiming her territory when eddie comes into family video and steve gives him his undivided attention. that's not fair on him or eddie and, frankly, it's a little childish on her part.

but steve is her platonic soulmate and she doesn't know what she'll do when—if—the other shoe drops and he leaves her like everyone else. she isn't expecting it when steve asks her the question that makes her rethink how her insecurities are manifesting themselves.

"do you hate eddie?"

robin blinks down at the microwave dinner she was reading the instructions for. the nauseating feeling returns and she can feel her whole body go numb.

"what are you talking about, of course i don't hate him," she laughs, putting the dinner in the microwave and shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary. "why would i hate eddie, that's ridiculous."

"you look like you want to maul him every time he's around."

she's gonna puke all over the counter. "dingus, i do not. that's just my face."

"robin."

tears prick the corners of her eyes. steve never calls her by her full name unless he's serious. she turns to look at him. his arms are crossed over his chest, leaning against the island. his eyebrows are drawn together in a frown.

like he's mad at her.

but then, his features soften and he pushes off the island and steps closer, his arms opening to draw robin into a hug. she hugs him back just as tight, burying her face in his neck to hide the fact that she's crying.

he holds her a few minutes longer until she's composed enough to speak.

"i don't hate him," she says into his shoulder. "i'm jealous of him."

"why are you jealous?"

"because i'm scared that he'll take you away from me."

steve pulls back and puts his hands on her shoulders. "what do you mean, 'take me away from you'? i'm not going anywhere, robs, you know that."

robin shakes her head and pulls away completely so she can pace the kitchen. "you're here for now, but what about next year? or the year after that? when you guys start to get more serious and want to move in together and get married and have kids and a life away from hawkins and you forget about me?"

steve's expression falls, his droopy puppy eyes suddenly so sad that it makes robin want to reach out and grab all the words she'd just said and stuff them back into her mouth.

"is really that what you think is going to happen?" he asks, his voice fragile. "do you actually think that i could ever forget about you?"

robin shrugs and wraps her arms around herself, feeling very small in her own kitchen. "everyone else did."

"so you're lumping me in with everyone else, now?"

she swallows the lump in her throat and rolls her eyes. "of course not."

the silence is tense between them, neither of them meeting each others gaze, their eyes firmly locked on their feet and the cabinets. they haven't had an argument like this before and robin doesn't know how to go forward. if he walks out, would she stop him?

steve is the one that breaks the silence. "he's been trying really hard to win your approval, you know."

robin frowns and lifts her head. "why?"

steve's lips tick in a small smile. "because you're my best friend and he knows that your opinion is the highest in my book."

oh.

robin never realized that it was the same for him as it was for her.

"oh," she says, ineloquently.

finally, steve smiles for real, and he chuckles. "yeah. oh." he holds his hand out and robin takes it without hesitating, stepping back into his space until their socked toes are touching. she laces their fingers together and he draws her in by the back of her neck to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"he isn't going to take me away from you," steve promises. "there isn't any universe where you aren't my main focus, that hasn't changed. but eddie is included in that focus now, and you have to be okay with that, because he isn't going anywhere anytime soon."

it takes a minute, but robin eventually nods and gives him a small smile. "i think i can handle that."

steve grins. "good. you two actually have a lot more in common than you think, actually."

"really? how so?"

"you both love me," steve says confidently.

robin snorts and steps out of his hold and presses the timer on the microwave, biting her lip to fight the grin on her face and to hold back the giddiness that she feels in her chest.

"shut up, harrington, don't be cheesy."

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I feel like all of CC jokes about stealing Steve from Eddie. Except Jeff it’s not a joke for Jeff. Also when CC gets famous someone asks Steve who his celebrity crush is and everyone expects him to say Eddie but he says Jeff

#i am indeed a Steff truther #Steff #Steddie

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Bangin’

Platonic Stobin // 1.2k // Missing Scene set in between s3 and 4 // Canon Compliant // No Warnings // Read on Ao3

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“Are you sure about this?” Steve asks for what has to be the millionth time. Or the fifth, at least. Robin’s getting tired of his caution.

“It’s just hair, Steve.” She rolls her eyes, careful to keep her head as straight as possible. “And I’ve had bangs before. And if I hate them, I can grow them out again.”

Steve purses his lips and squints, but thankfully seems done with his attempts to talk her out of this.

“Okay. But I’m not taking the blame if it ends up wonky ‘cause you can’t stay still.” He takes a strand of sectioned off hair and holds up the sharp little scissors. “Why are you even trusting me with this?”

“Well, you've got the best hair of anyone I know-”

“Which I get cut professionally,” he interrupts.

“Shush, Steven. I wasn’t done.”

“You need to stop calling me that,” he mutters with no conviction at all.

“As I was saying, you’re the one who said you wanted to have a real life sleepover experience,” she quotes. Steve opens and closes his mouth, but doesn’t make a sound, so Robin continues. “And doing something stupid to your hair is quintessential sleepover fare. Just be glad I’ve already had a perm and know it doesn’t suit me. You would not want to help me with all those little rollers.”

Steve huffs, lets go of her hair again.

“I thought we were gonna, I don’t know, eat ice cream and paint our nails. Watch a cheesy romance movie. Talk about girls.” He says that last part carefully, like he expects Robin to balk, but somehow she doesn’t even flinch.

It’s not like they’ve never talked about it. Even barring the whole Russian Drug Confession of it all, Steve’s been… trying.

Trying to broach the topic from every angle until he finds one that doesn’t spook Robin. And she appreciates it, she really does! It’s just that every time she remembers someone knows her deepest, darkest, most dangerous secret she kinda wants to die.

So she does what she always does. Robin diverts.

“You want me to paint your nails?” she asks, with barely a tremor in her voice. “‘Cause you know I have such shaky hands ever since Starcourt and if I tried I’d get nail polish all over your hands. And probably not on your nails at all, which totally defeats the purpose of-“

“Robin.” One word, and Steve halts her ramble in its tracks. “We don’t have to talk about it. I just don’t want you to think you have to hide it. Or pretend I don’t know.” He gives her a goofy grin. “And I promise to be nicer about your crushes from now on. Unless they’re as bad as Tammy, but that’s just ‘cause I know you can do better.”

“I know,” she says, her voice quietly contrasting the pounding of her heart. “I know, and I know you know. I don’t want to talk about it, and it’s not because you made fun of me. And it’s not because I don’t trust you. I think I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever known in my entire life but this, this secret, this part of me, it’s not something I’m used to sharing.

“And I just can’t shake the feeling that the more I accept this part of me, the more I embrace it, the more likely it is that someone finds out what’s wrong with me and then I’m ruined.”

As the words spill out of Robin’s mouth, tears spill from her eyes. She does her best to blink them away.

“Oh, Bobbie. Come here.” Steve opens his arms and wraps her in a crushingly tight hug. “You don’t have to talk about it. Not with me. Not with anyone if you don’t wanna.

“But listen to me. There is nothing wrong with you. And anyone tries to tell you there is-“ He leans back, looks her dead in the eye with a startling seriousness. “They’re gonna get friendly with business end of my nailbat.”

Robin giggles between her tears. She’s never seen the bat in action, though she’s heard Dustin describe the experience at length. The thought of Steve wielding it against any common homophobe for her is as hilarious as it is heartwarming.

“I’m not joking,” Steve insists, now laughing too, and contorting his arms into a bastardization of a karate chop. “I’ll take ‘em out.”

“You’ll take them out?” she asks, sniffling but smiling.

“Oh totally.” Steve’s eyes widen and he raises his fists like a boxer. “Nobody messes with my best friend and lives.”

Oh, that's… Robin hadn’t thought about it like that before, but then again, she’s never had much success in the friend department even before adding best into the mix.

“Your best friend?”

“Oh.” Steve flushes, runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. “I mean, yeah, right?”

“Yeah.” Robin smiles. “Right.”

“Right.” Steve slaps his knee like he’s someone’s dad, and not her teenage best friend. “Now we’ve got that settled, let's cut you some bangs.”

—

Later, when Steve and Robin are snuggled up beneath a quilt on the sofa, watching Muppets Take Manhattan and sharing a pint of ice cream. When the polish on their nails is drying. When the sense of peace that usually follows time with Steve has returned, Robin takes a breath, and makes an admission.

“Vickie Robinson.”

“What?” Steve asks, glancing over at her.

Robin tucks her head into his shoulder, eyes locked on the screen. She can’t look at him.

“Vickie, you know, from band? She, uh, she’s got a real nice smile. And she’s funny, too.” Robin doesn’t say the word crush, but she knows Steve hears it. “She sits beside me sometimes. And I like when she does.”

“Ohhh,” he says slowly, like he’s turning the revelation over in his mind, examining it from every angle. “Okay, yeah. You really have a thing for the redheads, doncha?”

“Do not!” Heat floods Robin’s face. “It has nothing to do with her hair.”

“Course it doesn’t,” he says sarcastically. “Well, Vickie’s cute for sure. Big eyes, right?”

“Right.”

“Yeah. And you’re both in band. That’s good, she probably has some actual skill, then. And you’ll be spending time together during practice.” Steve ruffles her hair, no doubt messing up her new bangs. “Miles better than Tammy, that’s for sure.”

Something deep inside Robin’s chest unclenches, and she lets out a deep, peaceful breath. She never thought Steve would react badly. If he could accept her while doped up on truth serum, he’ll accept her now. Obviously. But there’s a difference between believing, and knowing.

And Robin knows with blinding certainty that no matter what happens, no matter what she is, or who finds out, that she’s got Steve in her corner.

“So what about you?” she asks, her voice barely wavering at all. “Any hot dates on the horizon, Stevie?”

He wraps an arm around her shoulder, and sighs deeply.

“Oh Rob, don’t even get me started.”

But Robin wants to get him started.

In fact, she never wants him to stop.

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huge thanks to @dodger-chan for beta reading this one so quickly💕

#😭😭😭 #💗💗💗 #my heart is so full #stobin #fic

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WELCOME TO STRANGER THINGS OC WEEK!

This writing challenge is to encourage even more creativity in this fandom by encouraging you to create original character(s) within the Stranger Things universe! The event will take place between February 12-17 and have daily prompts (see below).

What does this mean? Your original character (OC) should be involved in the Stranger Things universe: maybe they are related to a canon character, maybe they moved to Hawkins during the Upside Down events, maybe they met a character later on, whatever way you can make them connect is fine!

The rules are simple: Along with the above statement, the only rules are to make sure to properly tag any submissions with content warnings at the top of the post AND put any explicit material under a read more.

Please consider using this type of format for your posts:

Title rating | word count | link to ao3 if applicable cw | tags

Here are the dates and themes for the event:

You can take creative liberties with any prompt, but if you're worried about your idea not fitting the theme, feel free to message this blog!

A special thank you to @steves-strapcollection for introducing Tig to the Steddie fandom, and encouraging so many of us to create our own characters. This challenge would not be possible without you and your encouragement!

Please keep in mind that this is a creative exercise and overall engagement with original character-focused work may not be as high as it is with canon characters/ships. This should NOT stop you from enjoying this challenge! If anything, I hope you carry your OC(s) into your other fandom works as often as possible!

The following link is for the AO3 collection for this challenge. This will not be moderated, so please be considerate and only include submissions for this challenge in the collection. If you have a late submission, please feel free to add it to the collection when complete! Stranger Things OC Week AO3 Collection

#*crawls out from underneath the rock that fell on me* #*taps mic* is this thing on #great #HELLL YEAHHHHHH

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He Would Express Those Sentiments, But Not In That Vocabulary

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Polaroid #1 May 28th, 1987