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ditzyfemme · 4 months

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#txt #nye #new year's

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errorlovespi · 5 months

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This is a Money Cat. Reblog this before New Year's and she will visit to bring you good fortune for 2024

#Money Cat #Good Luck #2024 #New Year's 2024 #Cats #New Year's

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lemoncholy-stars · 4 months

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2024, on hope and trying to assume the best <3

Mary Oliver ~ North Country / Joy Haro ~ Remember / tumblr user @kosmogrl / Florence + The Machine ~ Dog Days Are Over / tumblr user @spiderversegf / Gang of Youths ~ Achilles Come Down / Zoe Adrien @discoidal ~ What Comes After / Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars ~ Safe and Sound / me lmao, i have a canva problem, quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson / Sue Zhao / Antavia Mason ~ I'm No Seamstress / me again with my canva problem / Taylor Swift ~ Long Story Short / tumblr user @grass-breath

#this took so much effort actually im gonna take a nap now #to everyone who makes web weavings i love u how on earth do y'all do this #web weaving #parallels #on hope and futures #new year's #new year's resolution #quotes #web weavings #parallel #happy new year

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pocketgalaxies · 4 months

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the 2023 "capable" compilation (2021-22 edition) bonus:

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todays-xkcd · 5 months

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The problems started with my resolution next year to reject temporal causality.

Empiricism [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Cueball and Megan are standing, talking to each other.] Cueball: My New Year's resolution this year was to reject empiricism. Megan: And how's that been working out for you? Cueball: What does that have to do with anything?

#xkcd #xkcd 2855 #empiricism #webcomics #new year's #new year's resolution

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tvneon · 4 months

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#New Year's Eve #New Year's #90s #1990s #retro

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dailydccomics · 4 months

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Happy New Year from Superman art by Francis Manapul

#clark kent #dc comics #superman #kal el #francis manapul #lois lane #superfam #dc #clois #new year's #happy new year #comics #cover art #action comics #variant cover

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lihhelsing · 4 months

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(i'll hold on to you)

Gone were the days when Steve would be excited for a party.

It used to make him feel alive and reckless and independent. It made him feel like he was the king of the world. King fucking Steve.

It felt like a big fuck you to his parents who never gave a fuck.

He threw parties because it made him feel likable. 'No, you don't need to bring booze, there'll be plenty there' he would say as he and Tommy hit the store before a party, giving money and free beers to whoever agreed to buy them alcohol. They never left empty-handed.

Now, everything just felt wrong.

Now he knew people liked the idea of Steve Harrington. Not so much the person he was.

Despite being in a weird place with Tommy and Carol, Tommy had asked him about Harrington's New Year's rager and how could Steve say no to that? Especially when it felt like one more chance. One more try.

Steve had promised himself he would try more. Convinced that the reason why things between him and Tommy felt weird was because he wasn't trying enough and not because he had been feeling some type of way about his best friend for a while now.

And not because Tommy had kissed him and things had never been the same again.

So yeah, Steve was desperate to grab whatever piece of normalcy he could have. If he pretended long enough, maybe things would eventually be ok again.

The party was… What parties at the Harrington's always were. Loud, crazy, bursting with people. Everyone who knew anyone was there and Steve barely paid attention to who they were. It didn't matter. He was just hoping the loud noises would be enough to drown his self-pity.

They weren't. Amongst the music and the yelling it wasn't even midnight and Steve's head already felt like it was about to split open. He thought maybe a beer would help. Thought maybe he would grab one and go hang with Tommy and Carol and just tried.

As he approached them, though, Tommy seemed to sense he was coming as he grabbed Carol by the waist and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. Steve stopped where he was, feeling his stomach in knots.

It was just coincidence, was what he told himself even as Tommy detached his mouth from hers and pulled her body close, his hand curling on her ass, fingers brushing right at the hem of her skirt.

It would be nothing more than a coincidence if Tommy wasn't looking straight at Steve as he let Carol kiss his neck. As he let his fingers dip under her skirt.

Steve turned around, refusing to look.

He went back to his room at almost midnight and he drank his beer all alone, the lingering feeling of not belonging swimming inside his aching head.

Steve listened as everyone shouted a countdown for the new year and he listened as the party went on. No one to notice he was gone from it.

x

The doorbell rang at 10 am the next morning.

It couldn't be his parents because they wouldn't dare come back a day early from their vacation to the Bahamas.

The scariest part was that Steve couldn't think of anyone who would be ringing his doorbell at that hour on January 1st, 1984.

He thought about ignoring it but the idea of not saying a single word out loud that day scared him enough to make him move. He pushed himself from the bed, threw on a shirt, and combed his fingers through his hair to try and not look so disheveled.

Downstairs he tried to ignore the absolute mess the house was in. He still had a few days before his parents got back and even if they didn't care enough about Steve to worry about him throwing parties, they did care about finding the house spotless. Almost as if it had never been lived on.

At least that meant Steve would have two days' worth of chores to keep him busy.

He swung the front door open, ready to send away whatever salesman was standing there - wondering if there could be a girl's scout selling leftover cookies because Steve could definitely go for a pack of Thin Mints - just to be taken aback by a familiar face.

One he wouldn't expect to see standing in his front door in a million years.

"Eddie Munson," Steve let the name roll off of his tongue as he looked Eddie up and down.

He couldn't say he knew Eddie. He knew of him because who the hell didn't? The guy walked on tables and was loud as fuck. He was also always throwing daggers at Steve.

But in broad daylight, Eddie looked almost out of place. He was wearing all-black, as usual, with his hair tied up in a bun. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and even though it was January, for fuck's sake, he wasn't wearing any gloves. Steve let his eyes linger on the way Eddie kept playing with one of his rings, sliding it in and out of his index finger.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie said. Or purred was more appropriate. When Steve looked back up, Eddie was smirking at him as if he had noticed the way Steve's eyes drank him in.

"Did you need anything?" Steve asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. His head hurt and now that he had talked he wished he didn't because it made the pounding even worse.

"Why? Am I interrupting something?" Eddie said, angling his body so he could look at the dark, empty house. Steve could lie, of course. Say that there was a girl upstairs waiting for him to come back. He could even add some crass detail about it to see if it would get a rise out of Eddie.

But for some reason, he didn't.

"Look, Munson, I'm not in the mood for your little games. Either you say what you want or you get the hell out of my face."

Eddie batted his eyelashes at Steve. "Oh, someone's touchy. Would that have something to do with the way those two friends of yours were ignoring you all night yesterday?"

Steve felt his head spinning. Was Eddie Munson at his party yesterday? Had he not noticed him even though Eddie seemed to have noticed a lot of things?

"Whatever," Steve said, pushing the door closed. He didn't have the time for that anyway. A lot of cleaning to do.

"Wait!" Eddie said, moving his body so he could stop the door from closing. Steve was beginning to feel very annoyed. "Sorry. My uncle says I never know when to shut up."

Steve frowned at that piece of information. "Well?"

"I, uh… I think I left my lunchbox in here somewhere. Did you happen to find it?"

Steve had to fight his immediate urge to just say no and close the door in his face. It wasn't his problem if Eddie couldn't hold on to his shit at a party. But he could see the anxiousness bleeding on his expression, his hand going back to pick at his ring almost as if he was unaware of doing it.

"Haven't really looked," Steve said, shrugging. "I'll let you know if I do."

There was no reason for Steve to be nice to Eddie but he couldn't find a reason to not be nice. Now that he was looking at him, Eddie looked almost distressed.

"Shit. Look, man. It's, uh, important. It's my-"

"Drug lunchbox. I know. I'm not dumb."

Eddie's eyes widened and he rushed his words out. "I don't think you're dumb. Just didn't take the King for someone to know things about his subjects."

Steve crossed his arms, refusing to acknowledge the way the nickname stung.

"Whatever. I haven't started cleaning, but I'll let you know when I find it. Don't want my parents finding that shit here anyway."

Steve was pretty sure his voice sounded final. He didn't care about the lunchbox, had no reason to fuck with Eddie about it because who would bring weed to his parties if he did? But Eddie was still standing there looking like a kicked puppy.

"What is it?" Steve asked, exasperated.

Eddie chewed on his lip and looked down. "I really need it. It has all my inventory and my money in it. Do you mind if I… Can I look for it?"

Steve stared at him but Eddie wouldn't meet his eyes. He wanted to say no, just send him away with the promise that he would give it back when he found it. But seeing Eddie that anxious was doing things to Steve. It was making him want to fix it.

"Please," Eddie said again, almost a whisper. "I'll help you clean if you want."

Eddie finally looked back at him. His eyes were shining in a way that made Steve uncomfortable. He wanted to push him away. Whatever. He didn't need the freak helping him clean the house, even if he had ulterior motives for doing it.

But his mind wandered to the empty house. To the quiet, suffocating house. To how pathetic it was for him to be all alone, cleaning the house after a party he didn't want to be at, thinking about whatever shit his ex-best friend and his girlfriend were doing without him. Feeling sorry for himself.

"Shit. Fine. Come on in, Munson."

Steve wondered if he was going to regret that.

#this is part 1 most likely #as is everything I write #bc I can't be chill #steddie #new year's #ficlet #steddie ficlet #angst #past stommy #Steve Harringon #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things Fics #Ali's stuff

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papillon-de-mai · 4 months

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— Friedrich Nietzsche, in an entry from January of 1882 under the heading Sanctus Januarius.

Have a very Nietzsche New Year's!!!

#friedrich nietzsche #nietzche #new year #new year's #lit #literature #philosophy #amor fati

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drawbauchery · 4 months

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happy new year!! my last drawings of 2023 are of stupid boys that i hate and do not like!!

<3

#art #new year's #danganronpa #chihiro fujisaki #ryoma hoshi #teruteru hanamura

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thegroovyarchives · 1 year

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60′s/80′s/90′s Local Television New Year’s Station IDs/Bumpers Part 3 1. WNEW-TV, New York City, New York, 1969 2. WCIX-TV, Miami, Florida, 1982 3. WSBK-TV, Boston, Massachusetts, 1987 4. WXIA-TV, Atlanta, Georgia, 1988 5. WKYC-TV, Cleveland/Akron, Ohio, 1989 6. WNEV-TV, Boston, Massachusetts, 80′s 7. WJW-TV, Cleveland, Ohio, 1990 8. WKYC-TV, Cleveland/Akron, Ohio, 1991 9. WPIX-TV, New York City, New York, 1992 10. KABC-TV, Los Angeles, California, 1994 Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x)

#New Year's #Happy New Year #vintage television #vintage ephemera #60's #80's #90's

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wishuponastarion · 4 months

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i wish all catgirls a very happy mew year

#esp trans catgirls #🩷#new year's

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blockygraphics · 4 months

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