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strangertheories · 8 months
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I really despise the Marvelification of Stranger Things, because all the interviews nowadays are constantly referencing how fast paced and epic and big the finale will be but the reason people fell in love with the show wasn't special effects or long episodes; it was the plot, it was the characters, it was the mystery. Stranger Things 1 may have been a story about a government conspiracy and a monster, but that's not why we stuck around. The show can throw amazing CGI, Russians, a battle within the American army and an apocalypse at the audience with the biggest budget known to man but if they forget to ground it and keep it central, it'll just get lost amongst a plethora of other "epic" blockbusters. We want Steven King, not Avengers.
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kennahjune · 3 months
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Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.
Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.
Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.
Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.
Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.
Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.
Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.
Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.
Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/
Neither of them connecting the dots.
Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.
And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.
And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.
And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—
And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/
And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—
And—
And holy shit.
Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.
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umbrvx · 4 months
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c-hrona · 1 year
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Fear
Super self-indulgent little comic about fears and reassurances.
Lil bonus :3
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xrnoodle · 11 months
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@buuuonnn only guy who can carry him except jean bart probably
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meirimerens · 7 months
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the crescent-crowned
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tekitothemagpie · 18 days
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Dating Roronoa Zoro headcanons (Roronoa Zoro x fem/male reader)
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• He leaves you for Luffy
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tomatoart · 1 year
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they make me feel peculiar 
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kidovna · 1 year
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🤝🏻 part 2 (prev)(next)
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mardyart · 1 year
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it’s the 90s, they’re still pining
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luvring · 4 months
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THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON IN THE ROOM
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timeskip iwaizumi x gn!reader ft. msby + osamu, akaashi | 1.5k words, swearing, implied alcohol, suggestive?
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“okay, iwaizumi, i dare you to…” hinata drawls, tapping the wooden floor beneath him—the beat of the song that he’s gotten stuck in everyone’s heads today, you note.
“hmmm….”
“this is why we can’t play truth or dare with you, shoyo.” atsumu groans, though there’s a lopsided smile that accompanies it, before taking a sip of his drink. condensation drips down the side and he wipes it with the sleeve of his jacket.
“as if you didn’t steal my dare idea last turn!”
“can’t steal somethin’ that was never yours in the first place.”
“huh? i literally said it out loud.”
“i thought it before y’said it.”
“what?!”
“holy shit, get back to the dare.” osamu snorts and throws a pillow at their heads. “’m gonna have to retire by the time hinata comes up with 3 syllables.”
you laugh softly from your spot on the couch above. hajime snickers next to you, his arm hanging loosely above you.
not around you, of course. just above, on the couch, close enough to brush your head every time you lean a little too far back—which is why you’ve curled further into the edge instead, feet tucked under the throw blanket you had gifted hinata a few months earlier.
emboldened by the conversation as distraction, you let your eyes shift to loom at him. his cheeks are flushed, and eyes crinkled as he watches his team in amusement. there’s an almost empty drink in his left hand, more clinking ice than beverage. but he brings it to his lips to take another sip, and you watch, and you wish you could stop watching, but your eyes seem fixated on his lips as they meet the edge of his glass, and the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
the sound of bickering is muffled, and you should look away, really, it’d be embarrassing if he caught you, but he’s scratching the side of his neck, and he looks really good, and—
“okay, fine, iwaizumi.” hinata brings your focus back to the room and stares with sudden determination. “i dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”
the two stare at each other. no immediate snarky remark or laughter follows.
you blink.
you think everyone blinks, actually.
your eyes flicker to hajime again, and you watch his mouth again, though this time it opens and closes twice, three times, as if words would appear if it silently lured them. “...i—what?”
“pfft—”
“don’t feel like getting kissed tonight, sorry, bro. alright, bo, you’re up next, right?”
“oh! yeah, wait, we’re skipping iwa?”
“oh, shut up, ’tsumu, like yer dumbass is the most attractive person in here.”
“i am, actually. objectively, even.”
“you have a twin, atsumu.”
“not seein’ your point here ’kaashi?”
“y’callin’ me ugly?”
“technically jus’ less attractive, but yeah, yer ugly.”
“guys,” you warn. you think bokuto’s still confused on who’s turn it is, while osamu’s put his drink down and sitting up straighter. “drop it. and hajime, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“yeah, but you’ll have to take a shot,” atsumu interjects.
“thought you as the self-proclaimed ‘most attractive person’ were gonna stop him anyway. was he supposed t’drink a shot if he picked ya?”
“no, we would’ve both taken shots.”
hajime raises a brow. “what? as the guy who’s supposed to have the dare—what the hell kind of logic is that? you know what—”
he lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his arm from behind you to rest on his thigh. and it’s not like it was touching you in the first place, but the vacancy makes the back of your neck feel a little colder. “fuck it, i’m tipsy enough.”
“fine, y’can kiss my cheek—”
“i’m not kissing you, atsumu,” hajime just less than growls.
atsumu puts his hands up in surrender while hinata snickers, and you think osamu’s building up to an “i told you so,” but you’re too busy watching the man next to you to really know.
there’s tension in his shoulders as he places his glass on his coaster—one of two that have actually been used, the other drinks leaving rings of water in their place. it’s a wonder that hinata has any in the first place.
your eyes move from his leg that’s started to bounce, to his hands that start to fiddle with the watch on his wrist, and then his mouth where he bites a lip.
and then they move up again, just a little higher, to his eyes—
which are already set on you.
neither of you say anything. but then his eyes flicker down to your lips, and a quick heat builds in your face, your ears, your neck. something in you thinks it must be a joke, but hajime’s already flushed face turns more red, and the (big) part of you that has a crush on him is just a little happy it seems to be because of you.
there’s no time to process that further though, his silence is enough to get the attention of the others anticipating his choice.
atsumu only looks between the both of you for a second before clapping his hands together. “ohh, ohoho—”
“ooh, iwa!”
“huh? ohh—”
“can you guys be normal for 2 minutes?” sakusa sighs and leans back into his chair, deciding to stare at the ceiling instead of his teammates if only for a moment. “and if you two are going to kiss, can you do it faster before my brain shuts down?”
“rude.”
hajime ignores them and clears his throat before facing you properly, shifting so one leg is propped on the couch underneath him. taking it as your cue, you sit up and collect your blanket to one side.
the room hasn’t been this quiet since you arrived first and offered to help set up. but it isn’t suffocating—the quiet is a buzz, and seems to sit in anticipation just as much as you.
“can i?” hajime asks softly.
you nod, your only hesitation is in wondering if he’s serious.
but even a little hesitation is enough. his lips purse, and a concerned crinkle appears between hajime’s brows that you almost want to reach to smooth out, its existence, you promise, unnecessary. he says your name. “seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”
you’re shaking your head before he’s done his sentence. “it’s okay, haji.”
“ooh, haji—”
“shuddup, ’tsumu.”
“is it weird i feel awkward watching this?”
“aw, c’mon, ’ji, they’re cute.”
the conversation is an odd comfort as it dulls the sharp attention on you, the tension your body seems to hold everywhere.
hajime moves closer, shrinking the gap between you until your legs touch and you can count the inches between you on two hands. his cologne is easy to notice, and you wish you could pinpoint the fragrant notes, maybe write them down in your head to look for later. (you wonder if that's a weird thing to do.)
the lips your eyes had lingered on maybe a dozen times just tonight are a lot easier to watch as his tongue pokes out to lick them. subconsciously, you do the same.
then a hand comes up, hesitates before finding place on your cheek, and you let yourself lean into its touch. it’s odd—how you wished the arm behind you on the couch would accidentally move a little closer just a few minutes ago, and now your face is being held instead. you wonder if you could ever get used to it.
for a split (embarrassing) second, you even let yourself wonder what it would be like to wake up to the same touch and owner in bed beside you.
hajime looks at you, and you smile when your eyes lock. and maybe it’s your own drink kicking in, but you reach for his free hand to lace your fingers in between his as you nod once more, look at his lips one more time.
his chest rises as he takes a deep breath.
“seriously, guys, if ya don’t kiss already ’samu’s gonna start going bald.”
“the fuck?”
you can’t help the laugh that escapes you or the warm breath that hits hajime’s skin, nor can you fully get rid of the smile on your face as hajime murmurs what sounds like a “for fuck’s sake,” beneath one of his own and leans in.
and then he kisses you.
and you think there’s cheering, clapping and something about losing a bet on who’d kiss who first.
but it doesn’t matter—not while you’re finally finding out how soft hajime’s lips are, while his grip on your hand tightens, while his thumb rubs your skin and fingers moves closer to the back of your neck to pull you closer, closer.
your free hand comes to wrap around his shoulder, and he lets go of the other to reach around your back. somewhere in the back of your head you wonder how long (how deep?) a kiss is acceptable in front of an audience, but you can hear, feel, hajime take a deep breath as he pulls you close enough that his chest is pressed against yours, and you think the others can look away themselves when it’s too much—there’s someone more important to you.
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me after writing atsumu myself: wow he's so funny silly stupid 🫶 mann i don’t necessarily Want to know about perfumes and alcohol until i’m writing a fic and go ah. what the hell is a good scent. like girl what is Cedarwood ? not everyone can smell like..mint and vanilla. and how am i supposed to know what this guy would drink when all i’ve had is soju with raspberry gingerale / mango concentrate. which is rlly good btw. yummy...
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scamoosh · 8 months
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bungou charm designs as well!! ill make an announcement post once theyre officially for sale but for now heres the art :3
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dear-ao3 · 3 months
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why is ur pfp destiel
THAT IS COMMANDING GENERAL OF THE UNION ARMY ULYSSES "UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER" S GRANT AND GUNTHER STEINER??
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brutalistinteriors · 3 months
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Mensa building, Saarland University, Saarbrücken, Germany. Walter Schrempf, architect. Otto Herbert Hajek, artist.
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stevesbipanic · 5 months
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Fandom: Often headcanons Steve as going deaf.
Canon Steve: Notices sounds more than any other character.
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baek1nho · 10 days
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@asiandramanet april bingo: color + inspired by another creator
word of honor 山河令 (2021)
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