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#I dunno i was just feeling soft
apuckishwit · 1 year
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Making Room
Steve never gets into DnD.
Not even after Eddie convinces him to join a one-shot over one Christmas when the kids are all back from college and jobs and far-flung adventures. He's not a jerk about it or anything. He sits and makes a character with his boyfriend and he does his best with the role-playing and he only asks Dustin for help with the dice seven or eight times (and everyone had promised to give him an even dozen before they gave him shit about it, so it was fine). It's fine. He's not mad that he spent the time doing it with Eddie and the kids (some of them taller than him now, in spitting distance of college degrees and first apartments and jobs and spouses and lives, but they'll always be kids to him).
But afterwards he kisses Eddie and says it really and truly isn't for him, sorry babe.
And that's okay.
When he and Robin are scavenging through yet another thrift store for furniture and dishes and lamps for the apartment she and Nancy are getting in Indianapolis (he's so sad that her room in the little house he shares with Eddie is going back to being a guest room, but he's so damn happy that she and Nance have stopped dancing around each other...and they're only moving about half an hour away, he'll still see her all the time), and he spots an impractically long desk/table, onviously custom-built, with an absurd number of drawers and compartments built into it, he buys it immediately. He wrestles it into Eddie's van that they borrowed for the day, and smiles apologetically when Robin has to hold like three boxes on her lap. He gets it into their dining room while Eddie's at work, graciously gifting their own table to Robin and Nancy, and it's worth all the hassle (and the fact that one end of the table pokes about a foot into the living room space) when Eddie comes home to something big enough for even his most complicated campaign maps and with plenty of storage for all his dice and miniatures and source books.
And sturdy enough for Eddie's most...enthusiastic...thanks, they find out that night.
Steve never gets into DnD.
But every time Hellfire (whatever incarnation of Hellfire it is, be it the Hawkins crew or some of the guys from the little record shop Eddie works at in town, or some combination) meets up for a game, they get used to Eddie yelling, "Stevie! Evens or odds?" everytime a situation calls for a luck die. They learn that complimenting the snacks Steve sets out will sometimes get them advantage on a roll. They watch Eddie snag Steve's wrist as he passes in or out of the dining room and get him to roll a D20 for various and random reasons. Steve always obliges, before drifting back to the couch with a beer or a slice of pizza and whatever basketball or baseball game is on.
Steve never gets into DnD.
But sometimes Eddie spreads newspapers over the Campaign Table (TM) and sets pots of paint and rows of miniatures out, and he and Steve sit together for a few hours, Steve slapping on the basecoats with a single pot of white, gray, or black and Eddie going to town on the details while they chat about their day, playing footsie under the table or stealing kisses while they wait for something to dry.
"Babe! I need a name for the friendly barkeep who knows more than he seems!"
"Carl."
"He's a half-orc!"
"Those are the big green guys, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Hmmm. Big Carl."
"Perfect!"
Steve never gets into DnD. But he loves Eddie, and he loves how into DnD Eddie is. So he makes room in his life for this thing that Eddie loves.
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Eddie never gets into sports.
Like, objectively he understands that some people enjoy running around getting all sweaty, trying to keep some kind of ball away from other people and make it go into some kind of receptacle. And he certainly appreciates the view of some of those people in tight little shorts.
Particularly Steve.
Like honestly? If it wouldn't get him labeled a total creep (and they weren't so careful about giving anyone a reason to question the assumption that they're just two young friends living together to save money until they find respectable women to marry)...he'd park his van out by the little middle school where Steve teaches gym and coaches basketball and baseball every day during his lunch break, just to watch his boyfriend run the mile with his students in those shorts that hug the muscles of his thighs just right.
But he doesn't like sports apart from the strictly prurient interest he has in watching Steve wear sports-appropriate clothes.
He tries. He wants to know just what it is that keeps Steve glued to the TV when his favorite teams are playing, wants to understand why Steve yells and groans and jumps up with wild cheers, spilling popcorn all over the living room floor. He just...doesn't get it. Steve tries to explain March Madness to him one year and it makes no more sense than when Wayne tried to when Eddie was a kid. Eventually he just shrugs, kisses Steve's nose, and goes back to petting through his boyfriend's hair with a, sorry, baby, it's not for me.
And that's okay.
He gets up early the week Steve is overseeing baseball tryouts, to make sure his boyfriend has a travel mug of coffee fixed just the way he likes it, and a good breakfast waiting for him when he gets out of the shower. Steve is unquestionably the cook in their relationship, but Young Eddie ate a lot of breakfast for dinner over the years and Adult Eddie makes damn good pancakes, omelettes, and French toast.
Eddie never gets into sports.
But he gets Lucas to break down exactly what kind of notes and stats Steve will be keeping track of and draws up a template "character sheet" for baseball players, spending an hour at the local library laboriously making copies with their cantankerous mimeograph machine.
He sure as shit never gets up at the crack of dawn to go running around the neighborhood the way Steve does...but on days when it starts raining or snowing halfway through Steve's run, he'll drag himself out of bed and throw some towels in the dryer, so they're nice and warm when Steve comes back inside.
Eddie never gets into sports.
But he takes every overtime shift he can for a month, so he can take Steve to Chicago for his twenty-fifth birthday to see the Bulls play. The seats aren't great or anything, and it's noisy as fuck, crowded as fuck, and he has no idea why his boyfriend is losing his mind every time that Jordan guy so much as touches the ball...but Steve's eyes are sparkling, the color is high in his cheeks, and when they get back to their hotel that night, they've barely closed the door before Steve is shoving him against it, devouring his mouth.
"Hey Eds, Ohio State or Georgia Tech?"
"For what?"
"I'm doing my brackets for the pool I've got with Hopper and Lucas!"
"Um, whoever's in red!"
"Ohio State it is, thanks babe!"
Eddie never gets into sports. But that's okay. He loves Steve, and he loves how happy Steve is when he's playing, or coaching, or running (God help him, he fell in love with someone who gets up at six am to run. Without anything chasing him.) So he makes room in his life for this thing that Steve loves.
Because certainly, love grows in shared passions and matching interests. But it also flourishes in the carefully tended space you make just for the things that make your person happy...even if it's just not for you.
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screwpinecaprice · 11 months
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CW for itsy bit of blood.
Giving some semi-monster (tender) lovin', requested by Dragonuva!
I very much enjoyed drawing this! 🥰
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2aceofspades · 7 months
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Okay, so...amid the chaos that is my brain and the feelings arising regarding my comic...please accept this tiny doodle of Cassandra. I doodled this at the very humble beginnings of this comic.
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I literally just made this comic cuz I wanted to draw Cassandra in my style and now...welp y'all know the rest. Now I am so overwhelmed with this comic cuz I am ~deeply~ regretting everything I put Cassandra and Leo and Casey and Mikey through oh stars and it's not even over yet haha...🫠
But!
Just know that I see and hear y'all and I appreciate all your support, seriously, it keeps me going. Thank you 💙✨
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crushingcasanova · 4 months
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Thinking about someone who's constantly there for you. Not even just in the comfort way, more of someone who's always present. Someone who's conveniently awake the second you get up, and stays up just a bit longer than you do. Someone who talks to you until you have to go and waits for you to come back, or leaves you little messages while you're away. Someone who's awake to give you those "I know you're asleep, but..." messages that everyone adores. Someone who's so present in your life that it's hard to exist without them around.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 month
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#sorry im thinking abt death again#because it's weird to think that ive been in the room. maybe a meter away from someone as they died#that someone being my mom. its just weird. the time in the hospital feels like it happened in some dark little pocket universe detached from#time. a calm room and then the soft blips of a monitor then the nurse rushing in to say she'd passed#i dont kno y ppl use that phrase: passed on. i mean i do. it softens the topic. makes it sound peaceful. ive yet to use it. i just say she#died bc thats what happened. is that insensitive? i dunno. when i was home i realized that i come off as much stranger than i think. the way#my family see me doesnt fit how i see myself. i dont kno what to do with that. i dunno. theyre all together today#for an early easter. and im halfway across the country again. nose so stuffy ive had to mouth breathe for the last 3 days#and again. everything feels the same as it did before but also profoundly different. sometimes i cry in the mornings. or when i think abt#future vacations she wont be there for. bc in the end she quickly slipped away in a way that couldn't be described as peaceful until her#last half a day. and all i can think about in that tiny room is how scary it would be to lose control like that#and how its not fair and she didnt deserve to die only halfway through a lifetime. but its not about fair and its not about deserving.#sometimes bad things just happen. that's life. and now i own a book called motherless daughters. and now im standing with the countless#others who've lost their moms too early. ive already become aware of 3 ppl in my daily life who are in the same club#i keep thinking about this moment that happened between my parents at the hospital. apparently my dad was helping her get cleaned up and her#stomach was so bloated she looked like she had a bby in there. which my dad said. and my mom apparently said: but it's a baby no one want. i#dont kno y that upsets me so much. all the things i heard abt her being in the hospital before i got there upset me. and the rest of my#family was there to see it. so i have the least traumatic version of the story. and i got almost 27 years with her. except my sisters#probably got more time with her bc i spent so much time away. or maybe not. i dunno.#i dunno. im just sad that shes gone and sad that it was drawn out even a little bit. 6 days isnt long but im sure it felt like an eternity.#again not fair. nothings fair. 53 years of unfairness culminating in a tragedy. she would hate me characterizing it like that. she lived a#full life as they say. full with an asterisk on account of length#unrelated
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darehearts · 21 days
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good morning beloveds  !  today i am thinking about how much i love all my mutuals ( yes i'm talking about YOU )  😌💛
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pitgritted · 4 months
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thinking  about  vastayan  courtship  &  devotion  ,  while  also  maintaining  human  tradition  given  sett  being  raised  in  both  worlds  .  vastayans  typically  represent  their  love  in  a  dance  ,  &  while  dance  isn’t  his  forte  or  experience  ,  sett  likes  the  idea  of  simply  embracing  &  gently  guiding  in  a  sway  .  his  fanged  smile  appears  &  he  nuzzles  his  stubbled  face  against  their  shoulder  .  he’s  not  sett  if  he’s  not  a  lil’  lecherous  —-  he’s  making  a  deep  rumble  in  his  chest  ,  a  growl  in  the  back  of  his  throat  ,  trying  to  talk  ,  his  wide  hands  fitting  perfectly  against  the  shape  of  his  partner’s  body  .  he’s  whispering  his  affections  &  excitement  .  being  sure  to  remark  his  seemingly  infinite  stamina  . 
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dragongutsixofficial · 10 months
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all byleths deserve a little kiss on the head and to be very happy
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fuckin-sick-bih · 5 months
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i don't usually write the style of sick fics of like... stomach aches/emeto area, but like... my brain cannot stop thinking about the fact that Mobius M. Mobius probably only knows how to make horrifying 60's 70's foods that he wants to cook for Loki. and Loki at first is says "absolutely not" only to find Mobius later picking at a piece of it by himself. so Loki sits down and has a slice of... whatever monstrosity it is with him and it's not terrible. but it definitely doesn't like Loki. cue guilt from Mobius about "poisoning" a god and a little panic about not knowing how to take care of him in this sense because he's studied Loki! he knows Loki! but this? this is new! so Loki just requests to be held for a while, touch starved trickster he is.
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blujayonthewing · 5 months
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extremely important to me that my satyr is completely sweet and naive and gentle and innocent and is still a satyr who loves to drink and do drugs and have as much sex as possible, likewise extremely important to me that my goofy little kooky mad scientist archetype wizard with a silly voice and funny eccentricities is also unironically beautiful and desirable and capable of sincere attraction and love, extremely and equally important to me for different reasons that are the same reason
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Sometimes I feel there's a bit of misunderstanding about aromantic folks. They don't do the romance thing but they love. So. Much.
We love our family! Our friends! I have been so in love with my fellow man. I love humanity fiercely, there is so much good alongside the bad. I love us so much I think we're worth saving, you and I. I have loved deeply if not well, but I will continue to love as best I can.
I just think society hoodwinked me into believing I was incomplete and I let it and I'm clawing my way back to believing I am simply me. I hope we all get there.
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rexscanonwife · 1 year
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Not pictured: Ezra and Kanan making dramatic gagging noises/gestures off to the side
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empressofkalumina · 2 years
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BEAUTY dir. Andrew Dosunmu. 
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sensitivegoblin · 6 months
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I'd do anything to have a teasing voice in my ear
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harringrovetrashrat · 2 years
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the end of beginning from djo's new album leaves me feeling nostalgic for any city i've been, any place.
it makes me think of older steve coming back for someone's funeral. him and billy coming back and setting foot in hawkins for the first time in years. it's so different but so the same. benny's is there, the coffee is the same. the jukebox is gone. melvad's has become a CVS, but joyce still works there.
for steve, it's wistful. he doesn't yearn for it, his life with billy is everything to him. but he remembers feeling young, wondering what was coming. smokes in the park, kisses snuck under the bleachers and in parked cars. steve is alive, he feels happy, and wouldn't change a thing. but there's something indescribable about the memory and feeling so alive it might make you burst. when he was so hopeful for a future he knew he could make. that he did. steve fondly thinks of the smiles and laughs he and billy shared, of the nights curled close, the fights that ended with talks that let them grow. he thinks of the plans they whispered to each other in the dark, of notes left in returned videos, of crickets chirping in the quarry as billy stood between his legs as steve sat perched on the hood of the camaro, and shyly gave him a necklace he bought. it was a simple chain, but billy had etched a heart into some metal from class and attached it. of how it made steve feel so loved, so fucking loved, and made him think, for the first time so sure, that he could have this. have a future.
billy remembers hawkins differently. it's not wistful. it's not the worst place, it just holds a lot of bad memories. a lot of wishing he had been anywhere else. of being used, by his father, by a monster. but the thing is… this is where he met steve. for every block that reminds him of cherry lane, there's a spot he and steve used to park and watch the stars. there's a park where they would fool around. there's an alley steve pulled him down for a kiss and first i love you that made billy breathless. memories of a smile, of brown eyes, of a warm spicy smell that was so distinctly steve. the person who made billy's heart beat like it hadn't since he would remember. there's a memory of feeling safe, so safe for the first time in so long…
billy can't love hawkins, but he doesn't hate it. because hawkins let him find his hope. and it gave steve something to hope for.
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cartoonpigeon · 7 months
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cringetober day 7 - pinterest art base (here's the link if anyone wants to use it)
more Party and Ghoul fanart :DDDD
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