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pillsopa · 6 days
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shall we dance? 🥀
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betomad · 2 months
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📸 by Phil Flasche (scan from ‘Flesh’ c 1987)
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would love to see any drawings/ur design on jeremy fizgerald (if u have any)!! /nf
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Been working on a design, can tell me what yall think!
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kitsunetsuki · 6 months
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Albert Watson - Guy Laroche "Clandestine" Perfume Ad (Vogue Italia 1988)
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aj-artjunkyard · 21 days
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I think even funnier than Anakin being a Big War Hero is if he was like. The Temple’s resident tech guy. Cal or Kanan find out who Darth Vader is and they’re like ‘the guy who reset my password???’
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Shovel Talk(s) Part One
Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four
Steve and Eddie aren't even together when Steve gets the Shovel Talk from Eddie's uncle, but it is what tips Steve into talking to Eddie about his feelings, so he's not upset by it.
They aren't dating, not because he doesn't want Eddie, because he absolutely does. It's just that he wants to be sure Eddie wants him back. There are times when he's sure, when Eddie gets into his space a bit too close, or more often, than he does with anyone else. Eddie calls him a thousand and one nicknames, ranging from sweet to irritating but just when Steve thinks that's a perk left just for him, Eddie hands someone else a new nickname (just the one, a voice in Steve's head that sounds suspiciously like Robin says).
Not that any of that is the point. Wayne wouldn't bother to give Steve a shovel talk at all unless he knew how Eddie felt. Wayne is a man of action, and he's never done anything unless it mattered. Meant something. Steve and Wayne have sat in plenty of (what Steve considers to be) awkward silences because Wayne doesn't talk to fill the void of silence.
The point is, Steve drops Eddie off at the house the government so graciously bought for the Munsons, walks Eddie to the door and giving Eddie a hug goodbye. He stays on the porch until Eddie shuts the door and then nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Wayne call out his name.
"Harrington," Wayne says from the shadows of the wrap around porch.
So, Steve jumps and it's only then he notices that Wayne is sitting at the table and chairs set up on the porch. "Mr. Munson, sir, hi. Hello."
Wayne lets out a chuckle, but it doesn't really sound amused. "I have come to accept that you are nothing like your father, boy, but I do want to make it clear to you, that Eddie means more to me than anything else on this Earth."
"I know, sir."
"I know you do. And while I will forever be grateful that you helped return him to me alive, know that I will not hesitate to make you disappear if you hurt my boy in a way he can't bounce back from."
Steve's not afraid of Wayne, not really, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the need to flee. He doesn't, though, because he'd gotten enough shovel talks from concerned parents in high school, and he knows they can sense weakness. "I can't promise I'd never hurt him, sir, but I can promise it'll never be intentional."
He can't actually see Wayne's face in the darkness but he feels sized up all the same.
"I believe that, Steve," Wayne says, and it's the first time Steve's ever heard his name leave the man's mouth, "now go home."
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Wayne's shovel talk was expected. Robin's is not.
"You took Eddie on a date date?" She whispers it as though they aren't alone in Steve's living room. They're laying on the floor in a line, heads next to each other so if they turn slightly to the side they can make eye contact. Steve's not sure why they always end up on the floor for Serious Talk Time.
"Yeah," Steve says, looking away from Robin's face to stare up to the ceiling, "I mean, sorta? We can't like... be open that it was a date, but we went to dinner and a movie and it was nice. Shared a popcorn and played footsie under the diner table."
"Whoa," Robin says. "I never thought you'd- didn't think you'd be brave enough to ask him."
"Me either."
"Steve," Robin sounds serious, so Steve turns to look at her. She studies his face for a moment before she's the one to look away, speaks to the ceiling, "be careful with Eddie, yeah?"
"What? Careful how?"
"I just think you could really fuck him up," Robin says. "You're his first boyfriend, right? That's going to set a precedent for relationships that might happen if you two don't work out. And I hate to say this, because I know you've changed, but like, I saw how a lot of those girls you dated in high school ended up when you broke up with them."
Steve's a little hurt, because Robin's his best friend. She should be giving this talk to Eddie, not him. But, also, he understands. He knows that Robin knew about Eddie's sexuality before he did, knows they bonded over being queer while Steve was still figuring himself out.
Steve also knows that Eddie's never been in a relationship before, Eddie'd told him at much when Steve asked him out. Steve doesn't like that Robin implied that he and Eddie will eventually break up, but no matter how much that thought makes Steve's heart ache, he won't know if it'll happen unless it does.
He just doesn't understand why she seems to think he'll be the one breaking Eddie's heart. It could go the other way.
"Did you OD over there?" Robin asks, trying to lighten the mood.
"No," Steve answers, "I'll be careful."
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They've been on four more dates before Nancy knocks on his door. She doesn't accept his invitation to come inside. Just starts speaking on his doorstep.
"As Eddie's Capital P Soulmate," is how she starts that sentence, and it makes something hurt deep inside Steve as he tries not to think about Robin, "I am obligated to remind you that I do own several guns now. And I don't miss."
"Jesus Christ," Steve says, because even Wayne was more subtle, "I got it."
"Good. I do know you'd never hurt him on purpose," Nancy says but Steve doesn't feel reassured.
He thinks that, if she really didn't think he's going to end up hurting Eddie she wouldn't have said anything at all. "Right."
"Well, good talk Steve," and then she's walking down the driveway and climbing into her car.
He closes the door and goes to the kitchen to get himself a beer, mostly so he has something to do besides stew in his emotions. He wonders if Eddie has been given the shovel talk, too? Maybe Robin did the same thing Nancy just did. Showed up unprompted, threatened Eddie with some sort of bodily harm, and then just left.
Steve grabs the phone and dials Eddie's number.
"Hello?" Eddie's voice greets him, albeit questioningly.
"Eddie, it's Steve."
"Oh, hello sweetheart," Eddie says, "are you calling for business or pleasure?"
Steve laughs, "business."
"Boo!"
"Listen, uh, I had a question. I just wanted to know if anyone's said anything to you. About us. Or, y'know, specifically about us and our relationship?"
"Uh, not really? A few congratulations, I guess. Why? Did someone say something?" Eddie's voice is level, almost too level, so Steve knows he's trying to keep cool.
"Oh, no! No! I mean, aside from the scary shovel talk from- Wayne, everyone's been surprisingly cool about it. Very supportive," Steve says and even though it's true, everyone they've told has been cool about it, it feels a little bit like a lie.
Eddie laughs, "I can't believe my uncle gave you a shovel talk! You know, I keep expecting to get one from Robin but so far nothing. She must think you're safe in my capable hands."
Steve is safe in Eddie's hand, he thinks, but that doesn't stop the sting that goes through him. "Of course, she does. You've been a perfect boyfriend."
There's a pause before Eddie's voice comes through the phone, soft and quiet, "I'm glad you said so. I want to be. For you."
"You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when you aren't within kissing distance, babe," Steve says, because if he doesn't add humor to this conversation, he's going to tell Eddie he loves him instead, and even Steve knows that saying that a month into dating is too soon, especially over the phone where he can't see Eddie's reaction.
Eddie laughs and makes kissing sounds at him before the conversation shifts to chatting about the day and making plans for the weekend.
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Steve is trying really hard to not be the person he was in high school but every time he gets to the point where he's being a better person, someone brings up how he used to be. Shoves it back into his face that no matter what Steve does he can't outrun his past.
One such time is shortly after Steve and Eddie accidentally come out as a couple to all of Hellfire. Steve was just dropping off the boys and had stepped inside to chat a bit. Once game time had arrived it had and Steve made to leave, they'd (he and Eddie) had been on autopilot. Eddie'd whined 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and Steve had stepped over, kissed him goodbye, and was out the door before it had actually computed.
Steve had burst back through the door, rushing back to Eddie, because no way in Hell was he going to leave his boyfriend to deal with whatever the consequences would be alone.
It had been absolute chaos at the table with people shouting over each other.
"Of all the people you could be with, you picked Steve!? You could do better!" Mike had whined, and Steve had thought for sure he was the only one who had heard Mike until he saw Will punch his arm and hiss his own 'don't be a dick' at Mike.
It took almost half an hour to calm everyone down. It was a relief to know that Eddie had come out to his bandmates/the older Hellfire members already. The kids took it in stride, in the end, and Eddie had shoo'd Steve away.
Jeff had excused himself, too, and Steve thought he was just going to use the bathroom but instead he followed Steve outside.
Ah. Steve knows what's coming.
"Harrington," Jeff says, "can't say I'm excited that you're the secret boyfriend Eddie's constantly sighing wistfully about. I'm sure Wayne's already threatened you," And Robin, and Nancy, and Mike doesn't think he's good enough, "but if you hurt Eddie-"
"I get it! There will be dire consequences if I hurt Eddie," Steve snaps, not down for hearing it anymore. He stomps to his car and peels away from the curb without bothering to look back.
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If he's being honest, Steve didn't even know he had a breaking point with shovel talks until he gets his fifth one from Dustin.
It's not even a shovel talk. It's just a single sentence, said almost a month after Dustin learned about their relationship. He's dropping Dustin off after their DnD game. Normally Claudia picks him up, but she's busy tonight and asked Steve to do it.
"Alright, Henderson, safely delivered."
"Thanks, Steve," Dustin says, unbuckles his seatbelt, and opens the door, before turning back to Steve. He just looks at him for a moment.
"What?"
"I'm happy for you and Eddie. Just, don't hurt him, ok?"
He nods his head but can't say anything. Dustin grabs his backpack, shoots him a smile, and climbs out. Steve does wait until Dustin closes the front door behind him before putting the car back in gear.
He manages to get home, somehow, because Steve doesn't fully remember the drive. It's not that his mind was so focused on something else that made him fail to take in his surroundings, but rather that his mind wasn't even a part of his body anymore.
One moment he was pulling away from the Henderson residence, and the next, he was home, just standing in his kitchen in the dark. And now that his thoughts are back, or easier to process, he finds himself wondering why everyone thinks that he's going to be the one to hurt Eddie.
How many people has he hurt that this is his reputation? Is it inevitable that he will hurt Eddie? Is it truly just a matter of time until he breaks Eddies heart? Why is everyone so convinced that he will?
Briefly the thought occurs to him that maybe he should call up Eddie and break up with him right now, before Eddie has a chance to get in deep enough that Steve could break his heart, but just the thought of it breaks Steve's heart, so he's not going to do that. Doesn't want to do that. That would just be punishing Eddie for something he didn't do.
None of this is Eddie's fault, and Steve's an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with him because of it. Which feeds him back into the loop of thinking that maybe everyone is right about him. He is an asshole and will someday hurt Eddie, perhaps even on purpose.
He loves Eddie. He's in love with Eddie. But does loving him mean proving his friends wrong? Or does it mean leaving him before they're proven right?
He wants to ask everyone why they think he'll hurt Eddie.
He wants to ask everyone why they don't care if he's the one that gets hurt.
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2othcentury · 11 months
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Sunset Hills, Los Angeles, California, April 7, 1985 © Terry Guy
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An idea I had set in an Eddie survived verse. Where Steve and Eddie become trapped in Upside Down affected Hawkins. A huge fault splitting them from the rest of the gang. Away from everything safe, constantly having to survive creatures warped by the creeping dread. A fighting battle to stay safe in a ever changing environment. But, not so safe for Eddie who is hearing Vecna every night.
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1skittler1 · 24 days
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The B-52's 🖤
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cairoscene · 7 months
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Brian David Gilbert on Sad Boyz
feels fandom relevant.
[ID: A series of screen captures of Brian David Gilbert speaking on a podcast: "The thing that you invest your time in can feel so important to your identity that occasionally you feel, like, you need to close it off from other people in order to keep it safe. And I think that's where a lot of nerd culture, all that gatekeeping stuff, all of the toxicity stems from that thing where it's like, "In high school I didn't have a lot of friends or connect with a lot of people, but I did have this comic book, and now this comic book is super popular, but these people don't like me. That must be because they're not real fans."" End ID]
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lovecreed · 1 month
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You'd drop dead before anyone knew you let him bend you over like this, face first on a conference table only a half hour after the late night briefing ended. He has your hips in a tight grip, no doubt leaving bruises in the form of his fingers with how he handles you, like he thinks you'll try to get away from him somehow despite the firm hold on your curves keeping you hovering just above the floor, helpless to escape his relentless fucking. Calloused fingers graze the softness of your stomach as he shifts support of your weight to the forearm now hooked beneath you, his other hand trails up between your breasts and covers your throat, big enough to wrap almost the entirety of it, squeezing in time with his thrusts until you're clenching tight.
"There you go, take my cock birdie-"
The arm beneath your stomach shifts so he can toy with your neglected clit, drawing a yelp you try to suppress as it comes out, he growls against your shoulder and releases your throat to force your mouth open with his fingers, index and middle holding your jaw open wide "Don't hide a single fucking noise from me, do you understand?" you whine and clench around him, too far gone to respond until he stops fucking you entirely, tilting your head back until you were looking upside down at him, the angle making you dizzy as his blue eyes burn into your own "Answer me"
"I understand, i promise" your cries are pathetic, tears track down your cheeks and mascara smudges your lower lids, and those pretty eyes that had been following him all day, begging please fuck me every time he met your gaze, are wet with a new flow of tears "Pleeeeease don't stop fucking me Captain, i-" your words are cut off with an unhappy whine when he pulls out and leaves you empty, his cock returns before you can complain, filling you to the hilt before he's pulling out again, dipping in and out at a painfully slow pace that has your tight pussy weeping. His fingers press into the sides of your throat just enough to restrict your breathing and its so sexy of him, how aware of his own strength he is when he's fucking you within an inch of your life, you were by no means fragile, your body was powerful, but it felt so good to let him handle you as if you were (and to be able to trust him enough for that).
"John-" you whimper and try to deepen the arch of your back but he keeps you firmly in place, you bite your lip and a shiver runs through you as you fight the urge to do something bratty, desperate not to make this surprise punishment worse "You keep giving me those eyes during briefings, I'll bend you over like this and fuck you in front of 'em all" he growls in your ear, beard scratching against your skin, an image of the rest of the task force in front of you infects your mind, you try not to think about it but it only becomes more detailed, and the thought of them stroking themselves while John fucks you into the table has you clench hard enough to make his pace falter, a strained groan rumbles from his chest and his forehead presses into the nape of your neck "Fuck birdie, you like that idea huh? want the boys to see what a good slut you can be?"
His pace picks up at last, helping you lift a leg onto the table so he can fuck deeper into you, the stretch has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, every thrust has his balls slapping against your clit "F-fuck, please make me cum Captain, im your- oh fuck" you sob when his calloused fingers roll over your clit, wet with his spit and your wetness "You're my what, tell me" his voice is strained, you can tell by the twitching of his cock and the growls coming from low in his throat that he was riding the edge, waiting for you to be ready before he lets go, the hand wrapped around your throat grips your jaw, forcing your head back to look at him "I'm- I'm your good girl, Captain" it's the whimper you hear from him when you say this that sends you over the edge, jaw slack open and moaning into his mouth as his tongue brushes against yours, kissing you messily through your orgasm.
His hips stutter and you're suddenly afraid he'll pull out instead of giving you his cum, you free a hand from beneath you and grip the hair at the base of his skull, earning a moan from him that has you fluttering around him again "Please please let me have your cum, sir" you beg breathily, eyes pleading in the same look that had gotten you bent over this table in the first place, you could melt from the way he looks at you in return "Fuck me, you're gonna be the death of me birdie" his forehead rests against yours as his thrusts become deeper, almost kissing your womb as you tremble in his hold with the force of your second orgasm. He fucks you through it, the clenching of your ruined pussy milking his climax from him, a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock as his cum mixes with yours.
He holds your back flush to his chest as you go through the aftershocks, letting himself go soft in you before he pulls out, kisses peppered over your bare shoulders ground you as you reel from the intensity of how thoroughly he'd just fucked you. It was only the second time you'd fucked, the first had come from another moment of intensity between you, an argument in a safe house after your last mission that the others had no idea about, only the two of you had gone, so no one was there to witness you shout each others clothes off and fuck on the cleanest available surface, this was different though, this was passion- he must notice you getting lost in your head because he turns you to face him, a hand supporting your lower back as he wipes your tear stained cheeks with a tissue.
"You did such a good job f'me," you struggle between relaxing into him and wanting to pull away on instinct, not used to letting yourself be treated so carefully, you find you don't have it in you to fight it as he rubs gentle circles into your back "Don't fight it 'luv, let me take care of you." there is a hidden promise in this, his eyes still burn through you but there's a softness there that makes your heart beat faster, and you realize that this is so much more than sex to him, that he wants more you smile and take one of his large hands in both of your smaller ones, kissing a scarred knuckle "Only if you let me take care of you, too."
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ispyspookymansion · 11 months
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i miss when movies were allowed to suck a little. low budget passion projects made by new, unpolished actors. effects that are obvious but done with care. sound and color and direction that were partly just the product of technological limitations, but partly given a greater measure of “this can be a little messy” than we have now. now the movies suck too but its stuff like, this is a remake of a remake and it’s also funded by the US military and all the sfx were done by cgi artists being ground into dust because they cant unionize
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greykolla-art · 3 months
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I actually think it’s pretty cozy to think about this movie around Christmas.
I will not elaborate.💚💉
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I have this headcanon that as an adult Tiny Diamond starts going by "Diamond Jr." but he still lets Guy Diamond call him Tiny
(★my Ko-fi)
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jca-archive · 3 months
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Guy Billout, from Illustrators 26 (1985)
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