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alwaysxlarrie · 9 months
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New ask game - Describe relationships with your moots at OT5 friendships
sending it to you off anon cause i wanna watch you suffer
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let’s do thisssss (i'm only gonna do the friendships from ot5 that i know the dynamic of the best which unfortunately isn't all of them. but. i did my best so idk what to tell u)
larry - you of course, love being your gardening gf & @loveislarryislove
nouis - @justanothershadeofblue @zanniscaramouche @thedevilinmybrain @londonfoginacup @rockstarlwt28 @jaerie @sadaveniren @disgruntledkittenface @kingsofeverything
lilo - @larry-hiatus @larrysballetslippers @hellolovers13 @nooradeservedbetter
narry - @polaroidlouis @larryatendoftheday @panye @2tiedships2 @brightgolden @thebreadvansstuff @imogenleefic @momrryrights @kingonafiftymetreroad @gaycousinlarry
(during 1d era) zouis - @allwaswell16 @lululawrence @voulezloux @beelou @the-larry-way @tommokat @restless-rebels @reggiesswimteacher @jalboyhenthusiast @crinkle-eyed-boo
i might be forgetting some people bc i'm still waking up and i also didn't double check to make sure everyone was a moot on here, i just tagged friends soooo my b. i'm mostly following the rules but i mean....would i even be a true louie if i followed allll of the rules???
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ramsywasalittlelamb · 10 months
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Hello! I just want to apologize for the lack of activity. I haven’t been feeling well, mentally or physically, at all. along with just being pretty busy with some things. I’m hopeful that by July though, I’ll be less stressed and busy and be able to start doing things on the blog again! I’m so excited for when I get to come back with content, but in the meantime, I’ll be pretty much offline. I love you all and take care of yourselves!
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stillgotscars · 1 year
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living with debilitating chronic pain can be so beyond isolating, and the grief that accompanies it feels insurmountable at times. i could really use a big hug.
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seasonsbloom · 2 years
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anyway. gonna drop some long-awaited jake filth in a min
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flesh-and-silk · 2 years
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Not to be dramatic but I think if you don't take time to appreciate @twisted-jamil @mellomanjiro @os8mu 's writing, you have some bad taste. Anyway go read their work and support them because I said so and you have to trust my word because I have impeccable taste💕
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demon-sneeze · 2 years
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Tagged by @mansplainmanipulatemalewife to spell my name with song titles!
Angel of Small Death and the Codine Scene - Hozier
Lilac Wine - Jeff Buckley
Always - Rex Orange County
I/Me/Myself - Will Wood
Norwegian Wood - The Beatles
Across the Sea - Weezer
I think my whole mutual circle pretty much tags each other in these lol so I’m gonna tag some mutuals I don’t know well! Feel free to ignore this no pressure!!
Tagging: @woulddieforgabriel (@kittyhazelnut) @1967-impala @zeawesomebirdie @scenequeennatural (also @dr-seacaptain even though I do know you p well lol)
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ninjamuffin654 · 2 months
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IM REALLY EXCITED BC NEXT WEEK MY IPAD ARRIVES AND THEN I CAN DO DIGITAL ART RAH
In other news i got DUMPLINGS
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anessthetic · 3 months
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happy new year everyone :]
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lattehearted · 1 year
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Good morning, I gotta go to the school and drop off some things and then I'm getting myself a starbs as a treat for being unemployed ✌️
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everchased · 6 months
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half orc flirting next level
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fortheloveofexy · 4 months
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twinkyards confirmed
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1l171 · 2 years
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not me deleting all my personal pixs bc of the ocd thoughts lmao
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stevenrogered · 11 months
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RIP Buddie couch theory, you’ll ALWAYS be famous
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lepakonpaska · 11 months
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okay but l*reen winning aside because that's false and i don't belive in that: it's so insane that a song IN FINNISH got SECOND PLACE and im absolutely crying about that and the entire country is so so SO proud of our funky green man 💚 he won everyone's hearts and that's the most important thing
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cheatghost · 2 months
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might i humbly request something fluffy for steddie and #2: playgrounds at midnight? if it sparks some inspiration? 🤲💜
hi hello! hiiiii 🥰 hello 👀 sorry for the wait! here it is <3
send me a pairing, a tone, and a prompt from this list, and i'll write you a little something!
02: playgrounds at midnight
"He's out," Wayne says from the couch on the front porch of the trailer, sitting so still Steve didn't even notice him. Or maybe he didn't notice him sitting there, smoking a cigarette in plain sight, because he stumbled over his feet rushing out of the Beemer and towards the Munson porch, hand coming to a stop as he heard Wayne. Didn't even get a chance to knock.
"Any idea where he went?" Steve asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning towards Wayne. "Like, is he around, or...?"
"He's around."
And then he stares at Steve, unbothered, and Steve stares back, waiting for the next clue to come. It's quiet for a second, save for Wayne's inhales and exhales, and Steve realizes he's practically panting. Out of breath, somehow. Because he booked it out of his house and into the Beemer and through Hawkins and out of his car and towards the front porch and now he's here, with none of the answers he came to get, and no idea where to find them.
"I just," he starts, clears his throat for no reason. "Just wanna say hi."
"Uh-huh," Wayne replies after a long inhale, unconvinced, eyes all too knowing in the way he's taking Steve in, from his half-tucked polo to his mismatched socks. So entirely unlike Steve Harrington, Steve is well aware.
It's just—Eddie left him this voicemail a few days ago.
Steve was out of town with Robin on a college tour, visiting campuses and university towns and trying to help her decide where to spend the next few years of her life. No big deal.
Also trying to convince her that he'd never really be far, and he'd travel up to her no matter where she ended up, and that his proximity to a college or another should, in no way at all, be taken into consideration. So he was away from the Harrington phone for a few days, which is only ever picked up by him these days, with his parents away for his dad's new business endeavour a convenient three states away.
Point is, he was out of town and away from the phone when Eddie left him a voicemail that said something along the lines of,
"It's Tuesday, Steve Harrington, which means you've only been gone three days. So why does it feel like a month? A whole year? Huh? I never pegged you for a— a spellcaster. A wizard. But man. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm a little high on the floor of the trailer, and I'm watching stupid Top Gun because of you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I don't even want to. What have you done to me?"
No big deal.
"He might be at the playground."
Steve looks up at Wayne, feels his heart start racing all over again. "Huh?"
Wayne chuckles. Shakes his head. "The playground," he repeats, pointing to somewhere in the distance behind the trailer. "Old rusty thing. You might find him there."
"Thanks," Steve says as he rushes in that direction, completely foregoing his good Harrington manners, apparently.
He'll have to thank Wayne properly later, might have to apologize for rushing off too. But right now, all he can think about is getting home two hours ago, and letting the voicemail messages play as he unpacked and undressed to get in the shower, and how he nearly slipped in the tub hearing Eddie's voice coming in through the noise of the shower head and the static of the machine. And how he stood there, dripping all over the floor, hunched over the machine as he listened to the message again, and again. And again.
Especially the part that said, "So this is me telling you, I guess. It's too big to keep inside now. And if this ruins things between us, well, no it won't, alright? I'll be cool about it. Promise. Give you your space and everything. I'll be a fucking ghost, man, if you want me to be. But if you don't want me to be, I need you to come find me when you get back. I'm not as bad a coward as I used to be but I still am a little bit, alright? So—"
"Where the fuck are you," Steve laughs to himself, half-hysterical, passing by what he thinks is the same old chevy truck with a big red stripe for the third time.
Steve's coming to find him, now, passing trailer after trailer without finding the old playground Wayne mentioned. It's dark, the trailer park isn't exactly well-lit, and he's tired. He's got the road still sitting heavy on his muscles, but Robin's words of encouragement keep him going, the ones she so wisely shared when he called her some time between the actual shower and right before he stepped out the door to come here. Go find him, go to him Go get your guy.
"Come find me."
And suddenly—suddenly.
The old playground comes into view.
Steve nearly trips over as he 180s in the right direction, sneakers slipping against the loose gravel and the dirt, eyes and mind and body singularly focused on Eddie.
Eddie, in the distance, sprawled on top of the monkey bars, his too-long limbs spilling out from every which way as he looks up up at the night sky.
Maybe he played here as a kid a lot, when the playground was still loved instead of abandoned and its colors were vivid instead of faded and rusty. Or maybe it was always this way, and Eddie loved it just the same. Because he would. He would.
As he gets closer, Steve hears the faint hum of noise coming from Eddie's headphones, completely invisible amidst his dark hair despite the single streetlamp lighting the playground as best as it can. It sounds like metal, of course, but Steve doesn't know which type. Just knows it's loud enough for Eddie not to hear him coming, seemingly lost in thought, even as Steve gets close enough that he could reach out and grab him and pull him down and say "Found you."
Instead, he reaches a hand up and gently shakes Eddie's shoulder. Watches with a smile as Eddie startles and rolls off the monkey bars, as gracefully as Eddie Munson ever could.
"Hi," Eddie says, fumbling to quiet his walkman and catch it at the same time as the headphones slip from his head and the cord gets tangled and the man from the music keeps singing.
It's too dark for Steve to really see it, but he thinks Eddie might be blushing.
"Hi," he says back. Can't stop the smile on his face. Doesn't want to.
Eddie settles the walkman finally, and looks up at him. Blinks his big brown eyes once, twice. Tries and fails for casual when he asks, "So, uh, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
Nerves are spilling out of every inch of him, from the nervous fidgeting of his fingers around the walkman to the shuffling of his feet to the way his gaze keeps finding Steve's eyes and leaving them and finding them and leaving them and—
"Got your message," Steve says. Finds himself stepping closer. Finds Eddie not stepping away, not at all.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Eddie's lips quirk up. An almost-smile, still too nervous to fully shine like Steve knows it can. So he steps forward again, gets closer, crowds in until Eddie's sitting on top of the ladder to climb up, and Steve steps into the space between his legs with ease. With want.
"Tell me again," he asks, his entire body vibrating with it, with the need and desire to hear Eddie tell him again, everything he said to the voicemail. To hear him say it to him, now. To make it real.
Eddie's eyebrows shoot up. "Tell you, uh—"
"The things from the phone," Steve says. Lets his fingers brush one of Eddie's hands white-knuckling the sides of the ladder. "Tell me again."
Eddie lets out a little laugh. Nervous, giddy, hysterical. Identical to the one haunting Steve's throat. He looks at Steve's fingers on his hand, looks up at Steve. Down at his feet; up at Steve again.
"I can't—" he starts. Stop, clears his throat. Rubs a hand over his face. Shakes his head. Laughs again, disbelieving this time. "I can't stop—"
Steve kisses him. Doesn't let him finish, just pushes their lips together and wraps his free hand around Eddie's waist, getting as close as he can without pushing Eddie off the ladder.
Eddie hums in surprise, and then again when Steve fixes the angle, slots their lips together properly. Moves slows, tries to keep his teeth out of the kiss despite knowing he's smiling through it like an idiot, having to physically stop himself every time he realizes he's doing it until Eddie pulls away and says, "Oh. Thank God. Jesus, Steve, let me catch my breath."
Steve can't; doesn't. Kisses him again instead, pulls Eddie up. Wraps an arm behind his neck and drags him closer, relishing in the feeling of Eddie's hands finding the side of his face, the side of his neck.
"M'crazy about you," he mumbles through the kiss, smirking at the sharp inhale it earns him from Eddie. "Missed you."
"Missed you too," Eddie says, pulling away again and resting their foreheads together. "But you're making me dizzy."
And then he laughs, so Steve kisses his cheek, lets him breathe. Moves his lips on every inch of skin he can find until Eddie's like putty in his arms, saying something about not being able to feel his knees.
"Do you wanna come inside and talk? About, uh, this?"
Steve's entire body hums. Happy. Kinda feels like he's just felt the sun on his skin for the first time in a long time. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"My uncle—"
"Probably thinks I'm a lunatic."
"What? Why?"
"Ran up to your front porch like I'd lost my mind. Barely spoke in full sentences."
Eddie smiles again. The full, bright thing this time. "That's embarrassing," he says, looking like he doesn't mean it at all.
"Yeah, well."
And then they're kissing again, less rushed but still giddy, with Steve's arms around Eddie's neck and Eddie's hands on Steve's hips, holding him tightly like he's afraid the moment might drift away, like it might crumble into dust before the sun rises again.
"Let's go talk," Steve says, smirking when Eddie chases after his lips. "You said a lot. Want you to hear me, too."
"Oh, I wanna hear you."
"Shut up."
"No, I shan't. You'll have to make me."
"I'll make you," Steve promises, pulling Eddie closer and dragging him in the direction of the trailer.
They'll talk, and then they'll stop, but mostly, Steve hopes they'll fall asleeo together, hopes he'll be allowed to bask in his moment a little longer. Hopes they won't have to take it slow; hopes he'll get to see what Eddie looks like when he wakes up tomorrow.
When they get to the trailer, Eddie rushes in and asks for a few minutes, says he needs to tidy up a little bit. So Steve lingers on the porch, feels Wayne's eyes on him again.
"Where was he?"
"Playground."
Wayne smirks, hums. "Thought so."
And then Eddie's peeking his head out, telling Steve to come inside. So Steve goes, barely hearing Wayne's amused chuckle in the back.
He goes, and Eddie kisses him, and Steve kisses him back, and he's never, ever, changing his answering machine.
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diamondsheep · 26 days
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Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever 💛💛💛
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