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estrellami-1 · 10 months
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If I Should Stay
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He’s staring at him.
Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.
The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.
“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.
“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.
“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”
“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”
Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”
“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”
Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.
Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”
Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”
Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”
Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”
“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.
“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”
Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”
He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”
“To- to prove you’re from the future?”
“Yeah.”
Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”
He blinks. “What?”
Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”
Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”
Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”
“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.
A ring Eddie already has on his finger.
“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.
His hands start shaking.
“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”
“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.
“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.
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gelatosushix · 10 months
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Warm summer mornings are the best…
Also getting a little experimental with the colors because initially there was a LOT of brown
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season-77 · 2 months
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Do we have any theme for Saturday yet? I'd like to timidly suggest 'Shorn Shaun Saturday - SSS '. Over the years, we've admired many of Shaun's hairstyles: short hair, long hair, red curls, carefully trimmed beard, tousled hair, fluffy waves, elegant hairstyle, wild beard, unruly curls and mustaches.
Show us your favorite Shauns.
My pick is: very short hair and a beard, ohhh god I love that look.
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@jessieren, @librawritesstuff, @shaun-evans-fanblog, @too-antigonish what do you think?
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help me
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toasterpiastris · 2 months
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didn’t think oscar piastri serving cunt was on the menu today. probably shoulda though and I’m not ashamed to say that he ate the house down
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isla-hazbinart · 2 months
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Literally mi head
bonus:
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What do I need to take that sketch and dress him up as different things???????? (hint: NOTHING *evil laugh*)
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beenjen · 4 months
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I’m working from home today and thought it would be a good idea to bottom water some of my plants. This isn’t even half of my plants y’all. I have trees. I have ones without drainage holes that can’t be bottom watered. I have hanging pots. I have window pots. I have plant lights for dark corners. I also have plants in the garage ‘wintering’ and plants outside that dig cold weather. I’ve a lot of plants friends.
Is that a stage of life thing? A Jen specific aesthetic thing? To be fair, I’ve ALWAYS had plants and my mom had an entire window seat full of them, which I inherited this past year, so, it’s not a new-hop-on-the-bandwagon thing, just, the collection has taken on a mind of its own.
Hell, even my kids have plants in their rooms…. My daughter, at 5, moves her plants around, takes mine and puts them on her vanity, collects feathers and rocks to put into her plants, and my son opens a window for his every morning. Are plants my therapy? What would you call it?
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cheonsa-n · 4 months
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Another day I wake up and I'm still thinking about Enver Gortash...
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imbiactually-28 · 7 months
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after having seen barbie, everytime i watch heartstopper (which has been at least 10 times. don't judge me) and tao says "secret guy you kiss sometimes on the down-low" it always makes me think of "long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend"
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frc-ambaradan · 2 years
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By Enrico Faccini, from Topolino #3486.
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kimgkoi · 21 days
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You know when a duo has such a strong impression on you that you literally come back to these characters after not engaging with the fandom for months?
Yea I wrote another sonic prime fanfic last night
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thestarwarslesbian · 11 months
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I went shopping. Big mistake letting me in the film and tv shop. I came out with this baby!
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Reason:
Because I can, also the bad batch.
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cryingevanafton · 2 months
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have y'all ever wanted to cosplay
but ur parents r like 'no we don't fucking care what u want, go do well in school'
and im trying to do well in school
but it aint easy
and everyone always asks why i wanna cosplay so badly
and i think ive finally figured out the answer
I wanna pretend to be someone else.
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marmot-bee-person · 2 months
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Anyone else?
so I feel like I’m not really being myself around anyone. Around my family I’m being a normal social person. Around my friends I’m actively not rambling about TV-Y7 cartoons. On tumblr I’m filtering because guys there is some WEIRD crap I think about. And like… all I want in life is to be myself but that’s not gonna happen
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strawberry-lickwe8 · 3 months
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The floor is the best place to be. I am a floor girl till the day I am buried in it.
Do makeup? Floor
Sleep? Floor
Back hurts? Floor
Get your back blown out? Floor
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spongejuice · 8 months
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The sudden yet violent urge to scream at the top of my lungs until I cough up blood happens about five times per day.
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