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thecomfywriter · 3 years

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Questions / Ask game

Hey guys! I haven’t posted in a while because school so I decided to do something nice, fun and simple because why not. At first I was gonna do a “ask me a question from this list!” kinda thing until I realized none of y’all will do that LOL

So I was like screw it. I’ll answer my own questions 😎

Imma put the questions as bolded, so if you would like to, answer these questions yourself. Consider this me tagging you lol. Alright, let’s begin:

1) Why did you join tumblr?

because I honestly feel it’s the most inclusive of all social medias, and the most chill. you have a community for everything here, and the writing community here >>>

2) Tea or coffee?

tea, 100% i grew up on chai (because i’m punjabi lol) but chai is now more a comfort/culture tea. my staple tea is green tea, especially for writing or studying.

I tried coffee, and it did nothing to keep me awake. All it really did for me was take my appetite away and considering i am recovering from an ed...? yeah no.

3) Who’s your favourite author?

i don’t think I have one specific favourite, to be honest. But i feel like i’m betraying uncle rick by saying that LOL

Okay but in all seriousness, my favourite authors would be Rick Riordan, Khaled Hosseni, Lois Lowry, HOMBOI HOMER (yes he counts), Emily Bronte, and Kristen Britain

4) What books are on your favourites shelf?

Glad you asked! Or didn’t lol.

My favourites shelf is right beside my desk so I can look at it every day. It included the books (not in order):

A Sense of the Infinite (i have a lot of memories with this book. it was the first thing i was able to read again when i started recovering from my ed)

The Vampire Diaries: I’m a whore for Damon. I hate Stefan because of this inexplicable grudge I have had on him from the very beginning. I love Elena since she acc has a personality and it’s completely diva at first. The angst had me rolling

The Last Dragon: a book translated from italian that I read in my childhood. it was the first book i ever pulled an all-nighter for and i’m pretty sure it’s the reason why I love dragons so much. 10/10 recommend

The Giver: if I could say one book out of all of them is my favourite, it’s the giver. it changed my entire perspective on life and my entire worldview. it got me thinking so much and, god, i still get emotional and think about what an amazing and impactful book it was to me. and i love the adaption to the movie because it made the brilliant decision to add the music scene. i still listen to rosemary’s lullaby whenever i need a pick me up or feel like crying LOL

A Thousand Splendid Suns: the first book to ever make me ball my eyes out. it was 1 am, I had just reached part 4 of the book and I was crying so hard and loud, I had to hide in my closet to muffle my tears so my parents didn’t wake up. Wow, it was such a beautiful and well written book. 10/10 recommend. Khaled Hosseni only likes my heart after he shatters it

Wuthering Heights: I have never read a book more well written or with such elegant and descriptive and captivating english than this book. from the very first description of heathcliff’s suspicious brows that darkened shadows under his eyes, god, it inspired my writing style so much. plus, i’m a whore for emily bronte

the ILIAD: i will always like the iliad more than the odyssey. it just hits different. the epicness of the war. the meddling of the gods. the tragedy of achilles and the fear and glory from his wrath. achilles was the biggest piece of shit asshole ever, after agamemnon, but god he was such a drama queen, it was kind of fashionable. it was epic to see him be such a glorified warrior and he was so humanized by patroclus. by the way, patrochilles. if you disagree, i don’t understand you and i will fight you on your opinion. the man almost took a dagger to his heart the moment he found out patroclus died, like...

Percy Jackson is not on the favourites shelf for one reason and one reason only. He has his own shelf dedicated to him. :)

Also, Kristen Britain’s green rider has their own shelf too. with the pretty pastel horse covers. god i love them

5) What am I studying in school:

I’m a senior in highschool in Canada, first of all. Second of all, I am in the SHSM (Specialist High School Major Program) for healthcare. I’m applying to universities for health/life sciences but I wanna get an english degree too, sometime in the future

6) My favourite OC’s and why?

Evan.

You knew I was gonna say him LOL

Okay acc fr tho. lemme rank them.

Evan is first, then Amaka, then Caramel, Blaire, Faer, Vranks and Shadow. And I can’t forget about Yozar, of course, but he kinda counts with Evan.

Now lemme explain why.

Evan is charismatic. He’s brave. He’s resilient. He tries to make the best of every shitty situation that is thrown his way and despite all the shit that he goes through, he believes that he deserves better and so he works and trying to get to the end of the tunnel, where there is light and happiness waiting for him. he tries his best and enjoys the process, even if the results aren’t guaranteed or success. he’s charming, and humourous because he knows how to have a good laugh. he doesn’t take life to seriously and i admire him for it.

I made evan’s charavter when i was going through a rough patch of life, and I would put him in similar situations to my own just so I can see him persevere and survive. to teach myself that you can be brave and strong, and that you can make it out at the end of the day. evan’s character gives me hope.

Amaka was a character I made as a child. i grew up with her, creating her, writing her, watching her grow, adoring her. She was so realistic about life. Not overly cheerful or optimistic. Not a jokester for everything. She was a bit more serious toned. A bit more mature. A bit more quiet natured and sordid. Serene. She has this quiet beauty to her; always thinking, always pondering, always wanting to learn more.

She went through it rough too. And she took her time to make it out. She accepted it for what happened to her, and she let herself feel. to grieve. Amaka taught me friendship. She taught me maturity. She taught me how to process emotions. And she inspired so much of my knowledge-lust.

Caramel was the first female character I had ever made. I made her in complete defiance to every stereotype I had ever faced or heard about girls. I made her the strongest in her lot, not because she was a girl or she was quirky, but because she worked hard and was determined. She was a thief, and a bit rowdy. She knew how to have fun and was the life of the party. A flirt, a romantic. She didn’t fancy reading only because she didn’t think she was good at it, but the things that she was good at, she worked to excel. She was a mentor, despite her impatience. She grew as a person, and learned selflessness. She wasn’t a natural mother or an empathetic person at all really. She had to figure that out and learn, but she took the time and she did. Caramel felt real to me, because she had her strengths and her flaws, but she was amazing nonetheless because she always tried to be better. And she was fun. Caramel was the character that gave me pride in being a girl.

This post will get too long if I continue on, so I will cut it off here. But this was fun so I might do this again :)

Tag yourself and respond to these questions. I’m curious about all your responses!

@p-tchaikovsky @bottleofspilledink @pretend-im-normal @writingismydrugs @genuinewriting @adelinemwriting @amarantine-amirite

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imaginesilenthill · 5 years

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Heyy this blog is amazing and I love it! If your requests are open, can i request a small scenario where the SH protags are having a rather stressful day but their s/o just spends the day higging and cuddling them perhaps? ♡

(At time of writing, I just did the SHSM!Harry LGBT headcanons, and they turned into a huge bummer, so bless you for this. Cuddling was a focus here too, some I’m mostly going to focus on the stressful day aspect of your ask.)

Harry: He’s probably the one who can discuss his stress the best. He might have to shred some papers to make himself feel better, but when he’s done with that, he will just sit down in front of his s/o and ask them if they’ll rub his shoulders.

James: He doesn’t say what’s stressing him out, but it’s really obvious that he’s stressed about something. If his s/o asks him about it, he’ll deny it and say that it’s nothing. But just because he’s not willing to talk doesn’t mean he’s not willing to be cuddled “for no reason.”

Heather: Probably the loudest about her feelings. Like, she threw something before she started talking (not at her s/o; more like a nerf ball at a wall, or doing laundry really aggressively.) After she gets it out of her system, she collapses on her s/o’s lap. “Pet me,” she whines.

Henry: Henry is a little whiny about his situation, and he ends up resting his head on his s/o’s shoulder. It’s not that he won’t talk about it, but he has some issues getting the words out at first, and just needs to make weird sounds first.

Travis: He’s in the “I need a massage” club, but he doesn’t go to his s/o for it at first. Instead his s/o is going to have to tell him “come here, I’ll do that for you,” and then he’ll melt into their hands.

Alex: He hugs it out. If Alex is stressed, he goes up to his s/o and just bear-hugs them, and lets out a huge sighing sound. Only after that initial bear hug can he talk about his stress and actually enjoy a good cuddle.

Murphy: Murphy just collapses into bed whenever he’s stressed out. It’s up to his s/o to get in there with him and rub his back to ask him what’s wrong. There’s an 80% chance that he will fall asleep and take a nap, which is also helpful for his stress.

#harry mason #james sunderland #heather mason #henry townsend #travis grady #alex shepherd #Murphy Pendleton #headcanons #answered asks

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aion-rsa · 4 years

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Silent Hill: Shattered Memories “Follow-Up” Teased by Writer Sam Barlow

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On Twitter, Sam Barlow (writer of Her Story and Telling Lies) revealed that he’s trying to pitch a follow-up to his 2009 horror game, Silent Hill: Shattered Memories.

TFW an interviewer asks what you'd do to make a Shattered Memories follow-up today but you can't tell them because you're currently pitching that thing pic.twitter.com/ztnbcjjBck

— Sam Barlow (@mrsambarlow) October 7, 2020

Barlow expands upon that statement in a separate tweet in which he mentions that a follow-up to Shattered Memories is not the premise of his mysterious “Project A” game. However, he suggests that a Shattered Memories follow-up could be developed soon thereafter and fans could even consider the success of his next game to be a “downpayment on the SHSM successor.”

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While Barlow doesn’t specifically use the phrase, it really sounds like he’s pitching a spiritual successor to Silent Hill: Shattered Memories rather than a direct sequel to Konami. It’s not impossible to imagine that Konami could be involved in such discussions, but they’ve sent strong vibes over the years that they’re not necessarily interested in making a major new Silent Hill game much less a follow-up to a previous game.

It’s around this time that you may be wondering “Which Silent Hill game was Shattered Memories?” It’s a fair question. Initially released for the Nintendo Wii in 2009, Shattered Memories drew some quick criticism for its deviations from previous Silent Hill games. Yet, many ultimately praised it for its innovative storytelling techniques which analyzed the actions of the player and shaped the story around their perceived mentality and psychological state. Previous Silent Hill games (most notably Silent Hill 2) pulled similar tricks, but few horror games blend gameplay and story together quite as closely (or as well) as Shattered Memories.

In an interview with Den of Geek, Sam Barlow stated that his intention was to explore the unique capabilities of gaming as a vehicle for such stories.

“If you want to tell a story that’s all about someone’s inner monologue, then go write a book,” Barlow says. “I think psychological horror gets to have its cake and eat it by allowing that character’s state of mind to bleed into visualness.”

Barlow also spoke to us about one of Shattered Memories‘ most controversial (and, ultimately, most notable in terms of the genre’s evolution) features: its lack of combat.

“The action element was running, it was being scared,” Barlow recalls. “Everyone told us ‘We should be swinging rusty pipes using a Wiimote and aiming guns with a Wiimote…We went ‘It’s fine! It’s fine. Why not be ambitious?’”

Creating a spiritual successor to such a game would certainly be ambitious, but Shattered Memories has aged very well over the years and Barlow has only grown his reputation as one of gaming’s most impressive and unique storytellers. I guess I’m saying that I’d love to eventually play even a spiritual successor to Shattered Memories.

The post Silent Hill: Shattered Memories “Follow-Up” Teased by Writer Sam Barlow appeared first on Den of Geek.

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limitlessphotographystudios · 6 years

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How I Got Started In Photography 📸

Hey there...so writing blog posts is all new to me, please bear with me as I get started.

In 2013 I was in my first year of high school, a shy awkward little kid if you ask me. I started high school with no idea of what I wanted to do or even what type of career I would like to go into. As I entered my second semester of my first year of what I now refer to as hell I met a man who changed my life. Sounds cliche I know, but none the less very true. Mr. Esford if you're reading this, I would not have survived high school without you, SHSM or 218. Now, normally in high school you stick with people in your grade. If you're lucky however you are able to take 'advanced courses' (i.e. a grade 9 in a grade 10 class and so on). In grade 9 you're not allowed to have any spares and since I didn't know what else to take I entered Communications Technologies, normally just a grade 10 class. So first day of second semester, little ol' me standing in a grade 10 class scared as hell.

In walks a big bald man who looked like he was ready to work. He assigned us our seats and started cracking jokes. He went from someone seemingly intimidating to a jokester. Of course with my luck our first project was a group project. I remember having a girl, appearing to be just as nervous walk up to me and ask if it was okay that we partnered together. I of course being the socially awkward human I am jumped at the chance so I wouldn't be stuck with someone more intimidating. To this day, Kayla and I have remained friends. 2013 was the first year I took photos and cared how they turned out, it was also my first year using photoshop. I remember thinking the sky's the limit. Everyday after school you would find me in the corner of room 218 on computer 20 working on projects. The rest of the semester passed too quickly for my liking.

Grade 10 in high school I opted to take an automotive class and take Comm Tech with my grade the next year. Even though I wasn't in Communications Technologies, almost every day I ended up back in room 218 which was a safe haven for me from the rest of the school.

Grade 11 rolled around and I enrolled in a Yearbook class and Communications Technologies again, only this time I was with my own grade. First day of first semester my third year in high school Mr. Esford once again walking in only this time I knew that he was once of the best, most compassionate teachers in the school. My grade 11 year was the year that I really started experimenting with photography and pushing my limits to see what I could do. My yearbook teacher really helped me in that sense, always encouraging me and pushing me to see what I can do. My yearbook and Comm Tech class combined pushed me to my limits creatively. I started experimenting with black and white line glass, macro photography and different types of portrait lighting (rembrant, loop, butterfly, split etc.). I covered most of the school sports grades 11&12.

In the fall of my grade 12 and thankfully final year in my high school, I toured 5 different colleges in the Toronto and GTA region. I remember being so overwhelmed with college applications being filled out and projects for school being due that I considered returning to high school for another year. That was never really an option though, so I kept going. My first stop was Humber College, and I knew from the minute I stepped foot in the First Year studio there was no where else I would rather continue studying photography then there.

In the last semester of my high school career I was the senior editor of the yearbook and worked along side Mr. Esford, who went from a stranger my first year to a father figure my last to finish the yearbook and get it print-ready. Everyday like clockwork I would go into the school and open room 218 so I could start on work early and most days I would end up closing up the classroom, staying long after Mr. Esford had gone home to finish up projects or submit college applications. I also took on peer tutoring a grade 10 class for fun because there was no where else in the school I would rather be. Last February I received an email from my 3 top choices in colleges...I had gotten into every program I applied to. I knew one thing was certain, I was moving to Toronto in the fall.

Graduation, the last official day I was a high school senior. It was very bittersweet for me, as I'm sure it was for most people graduating that day. I remember walking into that school and knowing that it was the last time I would be there without wanting to be. I walked right up to 218 and sat at Mr. Esford's desk. I stayed there for a minute or two, memories of my last 4 years in this room flitting across my mind like a movie. I knew one thing, without Mr. Esford and all the opportunities he had given for me I wouldn't be the student, person or photographer I am today. I stood up and walked out of what had come to be known as my second home. Whenever I come back to Kingston to visit, my first stop is always 218.

Fast forward a couple months and my life was packed up in boxes and ready to be moved 3 hours away from my home. The 3 hour drive from my home to what was going to be my new home seemed to take years. And that brings me to where I am now. Second semester is just around the corner and for once I feel ready to take on anything that could happen.

P.S. Most entries aren't going to be this long, this was just an intro to how I got my start in photography and how I go to where I am today.

#photography #gettingstarted #canonphotography #canon #canon photos #canon5dmarkiii #freelace #eventphotography #eventphotographer #q #college #humber college #creative photography #creative works #modelling #model photography

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phantastus · 6 years

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THIS IS A TAG POST

HOWDY Y’ALL here’s Kit’s stupid tagging system EXPLAINED:

MAIN AESTHETIC TAGS:

#silent feels: inspiration for my silent hill fanfiction and rp (contains any art, photos, music, or writing that makes me think of SH but usually NOT any official SH materials).

#route feels: inspiration for pokemon rp (contains pokemon fanart but also travel photography, landscapes, unusual animal-animal or animal-human interactions, and sometimes food).

#dazlious feels: inspiration for my original fiction about shitty teenagers who can spawn universes and create flesh and blood people with their brains but can’t balance a checkbook to save their lives (contains starry/space imagery, crosscanon interaction goofs, and existential angst)

#feels about wolfs in capes: inspiration for my grimdark medieval bullshit furries (contains winter landscapes and Redwall nostalgia)

NOTE: none of these are kin tags, if your artwork or posts wind up in here it just means they’re super inspiring!

TRIGGER TAGS:

#these trying times: distressing current events tag

#SURVIVE: related to the above, but reserved for more empowering statements / info / imagery. still that’s not everybody’s cup of tea so it’s in here.

#epilepsy warning: any gifs or animation that feature flashing lights or seem like they could cause eyestrain

#horror and #body horror: i’m a horror person, but if you’re NOT then these are good tags to block. (note: silent hill content isn’t usually put in the horror tag because then it would just be the silent hill tag occasionally feat. other horror)

#kit loves bugs: content featuring insects and spiders goes here!

#animal welfare: content like PSAs or signal boosts for animal-related info and causes go here. if the post includes mentions of animal abuse or animal death they will have a tw tag.

#nsfw: this tag is NOT religiously followed but anything involving sexual topics will definitely be tagged with this. NEVER FUCKING MIND I GUESS LMAO I ain’t tagging SHIT and you can thank Tumblr for actively outlawing safe tagging practices. I rarely blog nsfw things to begin with but follow at your own risk.

#queer stuff: this is my tag for anything lgbtq-related, only listed here so that anyone not comfortable with usage of that word can blacklist it. but please don’t come into my messages to yell at me about my existence/identity/community being a slur. i’m not interested in having a conversation about it. if it upsets you, blacklist and move on.

NOTE: MOST common triggers other than the ones listed above will be tagged “#tw: trigger” (ex: #tw: scopophobia)

FANDOM TAGS:

NOTE: all fandoms are tagged with the full title (ex: Fullmetal Alchemist, Silent Hill etc), with specific versions/entries tagged by abbreviations (ex: FMA 2003, SH2 etc). pretty straightforward. If a specific studio or creator is responsible for multiple works, their name will usually also be tagged (ex: Laika Studios, DC Comics, Hayao Miyazaki etc). outside of SH and FMA, i don’t tag any character names. sorry!

#Silent Hill: main SH tag. characters are tagged by their full names. main-series games past the first three are still tagged “#SH[number]” (ex: Silent Hill Homecoming is tagged #SH5, Origins is #SH0, Downpour is #SH6, etc). Shattered Memories is tagged #SHSM. Silent Hills/P.T. is tagged #SHZ (because silent hillz oh my sides). fanart featuring characters from specific games will only be in the main tag rather than the tag for their game.

#Fullmetal Alchemist: main FMA tag. individual version tags are #FMA 2003 and #FMA BH. the only characters I tag are the Homunculi (#FMA [Homunculus name]). will probably come up with stupid tags for them eventually.

ART / FANART / ART HISTORY:

NOTE: all art and/or crafts are tagged with the medium and the artist’s full name to the best of my ability, both for organization and credit purposes. artists are tagged with the format “#artist: [artist name]” (ex: #artist: Francisco Goya). i don’t have specific tags for photographers though. sorry!

mediums i tag include: #photography, #painting, #animation, #sculpture, #ceramics, #jewelry, #street art, and more. i ain’t gonna list them all here, just type what you wanna find into the “tagged” url bar you lazy bum!

#art reference and #art resources: tutorials/informational posts related to art and posts about programs/resources FOR art, respectively

.fanart tag is #awesome fanart, cosplay tag is #flawless cosplay

IMPORTANT: if i have reblogged your art and tagged it with your name, 99.9% of the time it’s because I checked your blog out and it was publicly listed somewhere (either in your “About” or on a linked portfolio/shop/something similar). i do this both for the sake of full credit/directing traffic your way AND organization so i can find stuff on my blog more easily or tell if i’ve reblogged a thing before. if you don’t want that info out there, PLEASE feel free to contact me about it and i will be more than happy to remove it! my goal is only to organize consistently, not step on toes!

relatedly, sometimes if i have a bunch of art from a specific artist on my blog and they don’t have a name listed, i will make up a goofy name to tag the reblogs with. all such posts will be tagged #assigned sillyname at reblog to the best of my ability. i hope this makes you smile but if it does not, please contact me and i will cut it out.

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CHARACTER AND/OR OTP AESTHETIC/INSPO TAGS:

#agelaius phoeniceus: art, music, writing, images etc that remind me of Heather Mason specifically.

#corvus corax: same as above, but for James Sunderland.

#corvus frugilegus: same as above, but for Henry Townshend.

#corvus brachyrhynchos: same as above, but for Harry Mason.

#canis dama: same as above, but for Claudia Wolf.

#cathartes aura: same as above, but for Travis Grady.

#larus marinus: same as above, but for Eddie Dombrowski.

#macroura turturilla: same as above, but for Angela Orosco.

#linaria cannabina: same as above, but for Stanley Coleman.

#strix nebulosa: same as above, but for Walter Sullivan

#saturniidae antheraea: same as above, but for Mary Shepherd-Sunderland.

#papilionidae papilio: same as above, but for Maria

#this is shark house: buffoonery from the pokemon rp game i play in

#OTP: The Wolf and the Wren: ship tag for Heather Mason/Claudia Wolf

#OTP: Shark Infested Woods: ship tag for Greed/Envy

#OTP: Winry and EVERY GIRL: ship tag for Winry’s powerful canon wlw clan

#OTP: Girls in the Woods: crossover ship tag for Laura Palmer/Heather Mason

#OTP: Mercury on Fire: crossover ship tag for FMA Envy/Heather Mason

#OTP: Rough Luster: crossover ship tag for FMA Lust/Heather Mason (shut up she’s really shippable in a panfandom setting okay???????)

#OTP: Devil’s Luck: oc ship tag for Jonesy Fenix (mine)/Roman Gulliver (@wolfyttwisted)

#OTP: Manic Pixie Dreamboat: oc ship tag for Rosemary Pines (mine) / Harmony Cello (@wolfyttwisted)

NOTE: the crossover ships are RP ships that occurred when both characters were similar apparent ages/maturities and no one was underage, don’t be a creep.

ANOTHER NOTE: none of these are kin tags either. i don’t have any kin tags.

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SPECIAL INTERESTS / SHIT THAT GETS TAGGED QUIRKILY BECAUSE I’M OBNOXIOUS:

#tyger tyger: tigers and tiger-related materials

#run run run: graphics or animations of four-legged animals running

#things with wings: just what it says on the can

#show me ya teeth: i swear this is not a vore tag i’m not about that life i just think snarlin beasties are cool

#kit loves birds: it’s true.

#kit loves horses: also true.

#my god it’s full of stars: real or stylized, this tag is full of them

#it’s clown town now boys: quit clownin around and just block this tag if you don’t like clowns

#spooky scary skeletons: this way to the skeleton war

#oh no a ghost: zombie goasts leave this place

#it’s never ogre: shrek is love. shrek is life.

#el grande showmande: this movie is fucking terrible, i say as i play ‘the greatest show’ on loop.

#real hipster hours: click this tag and watch as this blog instantly transforms into a starbucks-chugging white girl’s christmas-light spangled dream house.

#stuff that makes me smile: wholesome intersectional content that warms my heart goes here.

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PERSONAL TAGS:

#literally me: cursed images

#my art: anything of mine, usually reblogged from my art blog (@undergrounddawniii).

#asks 4 me: what happens when someone looks in a mirror and says ‘silent hill’ three times to summon me for my questionable wisdom.

#art fo’ me: anything that someone drew for me with their talented hands.

#stuff tagged for me: anything that someone looked at and either thought ‘kit would like this!’ or ‘i’m about to obliterate kit with a single @

#i love my friends: anything produced by the delightful folks in my social circle

#kit rambles and #kit rants: any posts where I talk a lot or yell a lot, respectively.

#kit zoo: pictures or posts about my pets and/or the pets of family/housemates!

#relatable content and #reaction image: we’ve all been there!!

#no she’s from texas: <3

#tags

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shsmpulse-blog · 7 years

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The Anthelion Chronicles, Chapter Three: The Mystery Blogger

By: Maria Pantazopoulos, Sec V

“Reuben you won’t believe this,” Adelaide shouted as she walked into his house early one Saturday morning.

Hearing her shout, Reuben looked up from his vacuuming and removed his Walkman headphones. Knowing that she probably had a long story to tell, he watched his friend walk in and make herself comfortable in the large armchair in the living room before asking, “Believe what?”

Adelaide leaned forward in her chair, holding out her hands to stress what she was about to say. “My house,” she said, pausing for even more emphasis, “is haunted.” Adelaide leaned back in her chair as she said this, as if the statement was so shocking it knocked her backwards.

Reuben raised an incredulous eyebrow at her.

“I’m serious, Rube,” she pleaded with him. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m telling you. I woke up at 12:30 last night and my laptop was open on my desk and my chair was pulled out as if someone was sitting there. I never leave my chair pulled out.”

At this, Reuben crossed his long arms across his chest. “Adelaide, that is literally the lamest proof you could have ever come up with. This sounds like a bogus story.”

Now it was Adelaide’s turn to cross her arms. “It’s not bogus, Marty McFly,” she mocked. “The computer was open to a blog that definitely wasn’t mine and the keyboard was clicking on its own. It was like something invisible was sitting there typing, and then as soon as I got up, poof,” she made a disappearing motion with her fingers. “The screen went dark and the chair was tucked in as if nothing had happened.”

“And how do you know that you didn’t just dream all this up?” Reuben asked.

“Reuben, I know what I saw,” she retorted. “Don’t you believe me?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” the vampire sighed, eager to continue with his vacuuming.

Adelaide smiled slyly. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Realizing that it was going to be a while before be could get back to his cleaning, Reuben sat down on the floor in front of his part-spider best friend. “You have a plan, don’t you?” he asked.

Adelaide nodded exaggeratedly. “You’re gonna come over to my house and we’re gonna have a seance. Tonight. We’re gonna lure this demon out and find out what it wants from me.”

Once again, Reuben sighed. “Okay, I’ve got two problems with this plan,” he said. “First off, when did you decide that this thing was a demon? And secondly, seriously. A seance. Like in those ghost shows we make fun of. Do you really think that this is gonna work? Also - okay, third point here - what are your parents going to say about this? They’re never going to believe that you have an actual ghost-slash-demon thing living in your house are they?”

“I understand your concern and I have answers for all your questions,” Adelaide said as if she were reciting from a well-rehearsed script. “First of all, I have no clue what this thing is apart from the fact that it’s invisible. It might be a ghost, it might be a poltergeist, it might be anything, I don’t know. Maybe it’s a demon trying to slowly consume my soul, we really don’t know and for that reason alone you should be prepared to help me with this.”

“Second of all,” she continued, “Yes, a seance. How else do you expect to be able to contact this thing? Plus, I’ve been dying to use the ouija board my uncle got me for my birthday. Lastly, it was my dad’s idea to invite you over for this, and my mom said it was fine as long as my brothers were out of the house. They’re gonna have a sleepover at my cousin’s tonight so it’s all set.”

Reuben smiled slightly to himself, secretly excited by the prospect of investigating a paranormal occurrence, but not wanting to give her that satisfaction. “Sure, whatever,” he grumbled aloud.

Adelaide jumped out of the armchair with excitement. “Great!” she exclaimed. “Let’s get going then.”

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As soon as they walked into the house, they were greeted by the sound of screaming children and the sight of a young boy jumping down from the ceiling.

“Hi Ada,” he called to his sister, followed by “you’re really big,” a comment clearly directed at the tall stranger standing in the doorway. The young boy then ran away from the pair and began climbing up the living room wall, then crawling across the ceiling.

“That’s Isaac, he can crawl across walls,” Adelaide explained to Reuben. “And that over there,” she said, gesturing to another boy sitting on the carpet surrounded by Legos, “is my other brother, Cecil.” Reuben noticed that Cecil had another set of arms sprouting from his rib cage, a trait he no doubt inherited from his arachnid ancestors.

Before Reuben knew what was happening, a tall man with a shaved head was shaking his hand.

“You must be Reuben,” the man said to him. “I’m Frederick, Adelaide’s dad. So glad you’ve volunteered to take care of this little demon problem we seem to have. Of course, we don’t know exactly whether or not it’s a demon. Maybe it’s a ghost or a poltergeist or some other kind of spirit. In any case, it shouldn’t be too difficult for you to make contact with it, I mean you are undead, after all. Oh wait, that’s a touchy subject isn’t it? So sorry if that came across as insensitive.”

“I - er - uh -” Reuben stammered, taken aback by how fast Frederick spoke.

“Fred, you’re scaring the boy,” called a woman with eight violet eyes from the top of the stairs. “It’s so nice to see you again, Reuben,” she said as she walked down.

“You too - um - Michelle,” Reuben replied hesitantly.

Adelaide’s mother smiled, and turning to her daughter, said “Adelaide, your father is going to drive your brothers to your cousins now. You kids can watch TV or something for a bit. It’s only about noon now and I’d imagine that you’ll want to wait until sundown to start your ghost hunting. Oh! Before I forget, Reuben, I got some coconut water pouches in case you get hungry, Adelaide told me you liked those.” She then walked away from the two teenagers and into her office just off from the living room.

Once Frederick had left with Cecil and Isaac, Adelaide and Reuben sat down on the carpet in the living room and watched reruns of The X Files on TV. At about 5:30 the sun went down, and it was time to start ghost hunting.

Adelaide gathered some flashlights from a hall closet and led Reuben to “the scene of the crime,” her bedroom.

“Ok, so according to a Buzzfeed video I watched at two in the morning, flashlights are a great way to communicate with spirits. You have to, like, balance the switch between off and on and then not touch it. Then you can ask them yes or no questions and if the answer is yes, they’ll flip the switch to ‘on,’ got it?” Adelaide said to Reuben, who began arranging the flashlights on her bed while she was talking.

“Yeah, um, that's great but what if the flashlights just go off on their own for whatever reason? Also, don't you have a ouija board? Wouldn't that be much more effective?” Reuben asked, always the skeptic.

Adelaide frowned at him, “It’s a process, Rube, and we're only on the first step, alright? The next step is the ouija board, and after that it's full-on exorcism mode.”

Still unconvinced, Reuben said “Alright, let's get this over with,” and then, addressing the possible entity in the room in a very loud, showy voice said, “Spirit, if you can hear us, we’d just like to say ‘hi.’ Welcome to Adelaide's room. From what she's told me, you've made yourself quite at home. Turn on one of the five flashlights we have placed here for your convenience if you can hear me right now.” There was silence for a beat, then one of the flashlights turned on and back off again.

“Dammit,” Reuben complained. “Spirit, I owe Adelaide five bucks now because that worked, I hope you're happy.” Once again, the flashlight flicked on and off. “I'll take that as a ‘yes,’” he sighed.

Adelaide lit up some scented candles and pulled a box out from under the bed, beginning to set up the ouija board. “I think it's time for a more sophisticated form of communication, now that we've made contact.” She and Reuben placed their hands on top of the metallic circle that was supposed to indicate the letter the spirit was trying to show them.

“Spirit,” Adelaide called into the dark, “you can use this board now to talk to us. You just have to move our hands over the letters and you can spell things out for us, alright?” A moment passed, then their hands began moving without notice. “S-U-R-E,” Adelaide spelled aloud.

After this first message, Reuben jumped back and stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans as if they were dirty. “Nope, nope big bag of nope. I don't want little demon hands moving my hands around, nope,” he said disgustedly. “I'll ask it questions for you if you want, but I'm not touching that thing anymore.”

“Fine then,” Adelaide conceded. “I want you to ask about its name, what exactly it is and what it wants. Not all at once, obviously.”

“Okay, that I can do,” Reuben said nervously, his voice cracking a little. He cleared his throat and asked “Spirit, what is your name? Or is there, like, something that we can call you?”

Adelaide's hands began to move again. “L-E-S-L-I-E. Really? Your name is Leslie?” She asked incredulously. Her hands moved again, this time only spelling Y-E-S.

Reuben continued with his interview. “Okay then, Leslie. Can you tell us what exactly you are? Like are you a ghost or a poltergeist or-”

“I-D-K-M-A-N,” Adelaide spelled out before he could even finish his thought. “I'm getting the feeling that it doesn't want to tell us. That's not exactly reassuring but okay,” she said.

“I only have one more question for you, Leslie,” Reuben said. “What do you want from Adelaide?”

There was a slight pause, then Adelaide's hands moved. “W-I-F-I. Leslie wants wifi?” she mused aloud.

Suddenly Adelaide’s laptop flew open on the desk, and a shadowy figure began to materialize sitting in her chair. It was hard for them to make out features, almost like they were looking at a blurred photograph.

“So - uh, I'm Leslie. Hello,” the shadowy figure said dryly. “I got kinda bored with your little letter game so I figured that it was a lot easier to manifest before you kids and just speak like normal.” Leslie said this casually as if it were the most usual thing in the world for mysterious figures to appear before teenagers.

“To answer your questions, I’m a shadow person, and I don’t really know how to explain that but, um, yeah I’ve been stealing your wifi for months. I don’t know what your family is doing, Adelaide, but you’ve got the fastest wifi in Anthelion and I need it to keep my blog up to date. Oh, and I’ve also been using your laptop in case you haven’t noticed. Sorry if that inconvenienced you in any way.”

Adelaide stared at Leslie for a moment, trying to make sense of what was going on. It was Reuben who broke the silence first. “Okay then,” he said, trying to hide his confusion and slight fear. “That is more than enough weirdness for one night. I’m gonna go downstairs and keep watching the X Files. Goodnight everyone.”

Once Reuben was out of earshot, Leslie spoke again. “He’s a weird one. Does it really bother you if I stick around and use your computer once in awhile?” he asked Adelaide.

“Not really, I mean you’ve already made yourself pretty comfy in here anyway. As long as you don’t bother me during the day, or the rest of my family ever. Especially not my brothers,” Adelaide stressed.

Leslie shrugged. “I don’t have any interest in you or your family. I just really need a place to blog from. I’m not really into eating souls or anything, I’m on a paleo diet and making people upset is some serious bad karma that I do not need in my afterlife.”

Adelaide could not decide what was weirder, the fact that she had a shadow person living in her home, or that the shadow person was using her wifi to run an aesthetic blog.

“Okay, then I guess I’ll just leave you to it,” she said hesitantly as she backed out of her room, still trying to process what was going on. She walked downstairs and into the living room to see Reuben sitting on the carpet with a coconut water pouch, watching the X Files on the lowest possible volume to not bother her parents. Being a vampire, Reuben did not sleep, but Adelaide was exhausted after all that had happened that night. Without saying a word, she collapsed face first onto the couch and fell asleep.

#anthelion #creative writing #shsm

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February 6th 2017

So it's been a while since I even thought about this blog, but that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about you. In fact, I think about you pretty frequently! I've just reread all my previous posts and I'll admit I had a bit of a cry. A lot (and I mean a LOT) has changed since I last wrote. I'll try to sum up the big parts for you, since I know that if I try to write everything I'll never stop writing and also, you've been with me every step of the way! - I worked at that pottery place called The Painted Turtle for the whole summer between grades 11 and 12 for a paid co-op for SHSM, and they liked me so much they offered me a part time job for during the school year. I quit in April and worked over the next summer at the theatre, which was a really cool job. When I quit to go to college, they said they'd be happy to have me next summer. - Over the pottery summer I also did a weeklong work camp in the AMC trails with Mag. It was really hard work and we were really sore most of the time but, being the only girls AND the only Canadians we had to show them we were tough. We built bridges and a neat rock turnpike to redirect a stream. - Grade 12 was alright, nothing too special. I really liked my English teacher, and she really liked me too. Her name was Ms. Cox and come to think of it, I think of it, you guys would've gotten along really well. I also had a horrendous teacher who I am pretty sure you would've had a very intense argument with. I talked to an in school counsellor named Robyn a lot and she helped me out with a lot of self harm and depression stuff. - I graduated with a gold medal, which meant I had an average of above 85%. I think you would've been proud of that. I also got an award (which for the life of me I can't remember the name of) which basically meant "you had a really rough go of it, but you kept your grades up and stayed positive!" I wore a pair of your earrings as I walked across the stage. - I got into art college! I go to Sheridan college in Oakville, I'm in a program that's called Advanced Visual & Creative Arts. It's a 3 year program that basically will introduce me to all sorts of materials and methods so I can decide where I want to go at the end of it. Right now I'm torn between special effects makeup / props for movie and tattooing. - Over the summer between grade 12 and college, dad wasn't really around much. He was pretty busy with rotary and gateway and a bunch of other stuff, but that's alright because neither was Tim, Jeremy's dad. Therefore we spent a lot of time together over the summer, which was actually really good for us I think. I don't know if you really met Jeremy but he's my best friend & I love him a lot. I really wish you could know him now. He also goes to Sheridan for media, but he's going to Thunder Bay next year for teachers college. I'm really gonna miss him. - In early August of 2016 Biscuit passed away. Dad accidentally left him in the back of the Subaru on a hot day. It was awful to find him, dad tried to do CPR but he was already gone. It was absolutely horrible. Dad cried a lot and was really really sorry to me, I've only ever seen him cry that much when you passed away. He and I both knew that that could have easily driven a wedge between us because (his words) "he killed my dog" but I didn't want that to happen so although he knew I was upset and deeply hurting I also knew it was an accident and it was not on purpose. I think dad was very thankful that it was not nasty between us afterwards. I really miss him because now there is only Felix and dad here when I come home from college. He is buried next to Beck in the backyard with a stick, some dog food & treats, and a ball. - It feels really weird to not have a dog, I want to get one when I move to an apartment but I know it wouldn't be fair to the dog, so I have to wait for a bit. I get sad and happy at the same time when I see dogs now. - The psychiatrist I saw ended up putting me on some anti-depressants. We went through I think 2 or 3 meds before we ended up on Teva Quetiapine, which I'm still taking now and will probably take for a while. - I figured out that I've had depression since I was about 8 or 9. It got really bad in grade 11 and 12, and one time I almost jumped off a building but I was kind of starving myself at the time so I was too tired to make it up the stairs. Looking back now, I'm really really glad I didn't jump. I still have my ups and downs, but it's safe to say that I am the happiest I have ever been (or at least, remember being). I know this would make you sad to hear but I feel like I wasn't open with you in the past about mental health so I guess now is my chance to tell you everything. - I still self harm sometimes, although not nearly as often as I used to. I was a few months clean before last week's relapse, and even longer before that one. I talk to Jeremy when I get bad like that and he's always able to help me out, especially because we both live in residence so he's never more than a 5 minute walk away. - That girlfriend I had when you were sick actually turned out to be a really bad girlfriend. We dated for about 7 or 8 months before I broke up with her, and it was only after I broke up with her and talked to Wendy about her that I realized she was pretty shitty to me. She was emotionally manipulative and abusive, and cut me off from my friends and guilted me into doing stuff i didn't really want to do. (not sex, don't worry). she would threaten to kill herself if I left her and I was afraid to bring up issues in our relationship for fear she would hurt herself. partly because of her (and mostly because of me) I haven't been in any other relationships- I'm not very good with being touched by people I'm not comfortable with and I get panicky very easily when being romantically pursued, even if the other person means no harm. romantic / dating stuff freaks me out a lot, but sex is easier (not what you want to hear, I know, but it's the truth). I am working on it though, and have gone on one or two dates! - Donald Trump is the president of the states now. I cried when he was elected. So did one of my profs. Every day he seems to commit some atrocity that makes my heart hurt. The day after his inauguration there was a Women's March, which was the largest protest in US history. I think you would've liked that. - I don't like coming home anymore, I don't even call it home. Every bad thing that's happened to me has happened to some degree in the house, so whenever I come back I get sad and angry and it takes me a week of being back at school to be okay again. the feelings that I had when it all was happening just come back when I'm there- depression, self harm, my ex, you being sick and passing, dad's sickness and Biscuit dying... it's just too much to go back to when I am doing so well at Sheridan. I have talked about it with Dad, Jane and Nanny. I think I'm going to spend the summer with Jane and work in Guelph. - Because I'm 18 now I am legally in charge of some of the money I have inherited from you. In class the other day I was reading an economics book and a girl asked why I was reading that kind of book. I explained that I inherited money and now wanted to educate myself on how to handle it. She responded with "you inherited money? that's so cool!" which startled me a little. I would rather have you back in my life than your money and responsibilities. That stung a little bit. - Despite what I had hoped college doesn't seem to have a lot of people who are on the same level as me. Don't get me wrong, my friends are smart and fun but i still feel the same disconnect I felt through grade school, where I wanted to be friends with the profs more than the kids. on the plus side, everyone thinks I am very mature and a lot of my friends were surprised when I told them I was 18, not 23 like they thought. I love you and miss you.

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Ok, based on this post about a bunch of college dudes putting up a craigslist ad for a "BBQ Dad" to attend their backyard barbecue:

A No-Upside-Down AU where the Party is in college, freshly of legal drinking age, and they decide to throw an end-end-of-year backyard barbecue bash. However, as a group composed primarily of hardcore nerds (many of them lacking in paternal figures), they're not exactly the most qualified when it comes to top-tier grilling. More than that, they need someone who can bring the 'it-factor,' someone who can work a crowd and really get the party going. So naturally, Dustin claims, the logical move is to put an ad out in the paper.

Robin is the one who finds it — she buys a paper every day, reads Nancy's articles, then skips to the funnies and the advice column and finally the classifieds. Obviously she has to show Steve — c'mon, he'd be perfect! Steve can work a mean grill, he listens to dad music, he yells at sports on TV and wears khakis... He may only be pushing 30, but Steve has the energy of a middle-aged father-of-three.

Steve is embarrassed, but he's never one to turn down one of Robin's dares, so he writes a reply. It's not like those kids are actually going to respond to him anyway, they're probably looking for someone older, a real dad. Right?

The Party proves him wrong (for the first time but not the last) — they call him almost immediately and officially invite him to the barbecue. And Steve is a sucker who can't turn down such a nice group of kids, so the next thing he knows, he and Robin are loading his grill into the back of Eddie's van and headed across town to the shabby little house shared by Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max.

(Eddie, by the way, is a grad student and friend of the Party's. He may be a 'real adult,' but he has no BBQ Dad vibes whatsoever and he downright refuses to be caught dead manning a grill.)

As far as the Party is concerned, Steve is the 'prophesied-hero' of paternal figures. He's the stuff of legends, the kind of father (in spirit) that all dads aspire to be. He shows up wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He brings not only his own grill and grilling tools, but also a sun-powered radio already tuned to the local baseball broadcast. He calls the Party members 'kiddo' without a hint of irony on his face, and has the lamest but most contagious sense of humor they've ever heard. Just standing next to Steve (and what name is more dad-like than 'Steve'?) feels like shooting hoops on your driveway until the sun goes down, or washing the car as an excuse to hose off on a 90-degree day, or getting picked up after soccer practice, dirt-stained and weary, but happy down to the bone. And yes, his burgers and brats really are that good.

Naturally, Dustin immediately takes credit for finding him and doesn't hesitate to crow about it.

By the end of the evening, they've already made plans to throw another barbecue in a few weeks. Steve quickly becomes the official Party Dad, an inseparable member of the group. He doesn't just do barbecues either — whether they need a reliable ride, some sage advice, or a necktie tied, Steve is there for his kids.

#this got sappy oops but i'm a sucker for that shit #steve harrington #stranger things #dustin henderson #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #ronance #yes it's only lightly implied shh i know i'm sorry #dad steve harrington #shsm writes

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Ok that last post I reblogged got me thinking... DM Steve. Somehow he gets roped into DMing a few campaigns for the Party and he's 100% the type of DM who acts tough but is setting up his players to succeed. Not like Eddie — he's genuinely a really tough DM, even if he does want his players to do well. Steve is all about fostering his kids' confidence and making sure they have the chance for some fun escapism after all the shit they've been put through. He's still gotta be a dick about it though — just like how he gripes about giving the kids free rides, he acts cocky and then complains when they break through traps which he carefully designed to have hidden weaknesses that match they Party's strengths. He's great at picking up on pieces of the kids' personalities in their characters, and using that to make sure their adventures are meaningful. Most of his NPCs are basically just versions of him, because he's not the most creative he claims — but really because he just can't resist using the characters to tell his kids he's proud of them.

And this feeds into his "rivalry" with Eddie: Steve already knew that his campaigns weren't the most complex or immersive, he just doesn't have that level of detail-oriented planning skill. It doesn't matter, he was just doing it as a favor to his friends, right? But then the kids start school and all of a sudden they won't stop gushing about Eddie Munson and how grueling his campaigns are, how he gives each of his NPCs unique voices, how he's the coolest and smartest person they know. And yeah, it kinda chafes against all of Steve's insecurities. Even playing DnD, he still manages to be the dumb jock, right?

It takes a while, but inevitably Eddie finds out that Steve has DMed in the past. Steve immediately gets defensive about it: yeah maybe he wasn't the Party's first choice for a DM and maybe his campaigns weren't exactly masterpieces, but the kids enjoyed them! Eddie, on the other hand, is close to fainting over the idea of Steve Harrington, of all people, as a Dungeon Master.

#once the idea of steve dming sinks in eddie desperately wants to see him in action with his own eyes #but steve would rather die #steve still isn't that into dnd but he enjoys dming bc he gets to watch the kids in their element and he's so #proud of them for being so creative and clever #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #the party #st4 #shsm writes

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that high school movie exposition trope where the new kid at school meets some random kid who explains the whole school hierarchy, except the more eddie explains, the more it's obvious that he has some kind of obsession with the quote 'king of hawkins high' steve harrington

#can't decide who the new kid would be but i think the *funniest* option is it's dustin in an au where steve is in robin & nancy's grade #and dustin just lets eddie keep talking without ever mentioning that he knows steve harrington quite well actually #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #shsm writes

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speaking of venom!steve (@findafight), I have a related pitch:

Science nerd supreme Dustin Henderson becomes spider man, and is subsequently forcibly adopted by Venom!Steve(+ Robin) and Deadpool!Eddie

Lonely jock Steve Harrington can't please his father, loses his job/girlfriend, accidentally fuses with symbiote!Robin. They're more than soulmates, they're two halves of the same whole. Together they're more than a little deranged and chocolate-obsessed, full of love and eager to bash assholes in the head with limbs shaped like spiked clubs.

Eddie can bounce back from a knife in his gut, a bullet in his brain, or, on one memorably unpleasant occasion, being literally eaten alive by mutant bats. But the one thing he can never manage is to fit in with the other heroes — so why try? He is a freak, and he's not going to hide it.

Dustin & his little superfriends think Venom is a monster when they first read Nancy's article about them in the Hawkins Post. But every time he encounters them, Venom seems more determined to manhandle Dustin out of harm's way than to fight with him. Before long, Dustin is pestering Venom to be his 'backup' whenever he's up against a powerful villain. Meanwhile, Dustin somehow finds himself helping Nancy's weirdo ex get back on his feet. Steve is a sweet guy despite everything, and Dustin hates to see him hurting.

The new mercenary on the block tells Dustin to call him Eddie about 5 minutes after they meet — if, by "meet," you mean "Eddie tracked him down, told him he thought dressing up like a giant spider was brave, then followed him around the city for an hour talking nonstop the whole time" (Dustin was suddenly intimately aware of what it was like for other people to be around him when he was caught up in one of his 'nerd rants,' as Steve called them). It turns out that Eddie is exactly Dustin's brand of crazy, and the two get along like a house on fire.

Now, if only Dustin could get his two favorite antiheroes to get along as well...

Eddie has no secret identity, but it takes Dustin a little while to figure out Steve's (there's a period where he thinks Steve has a secret girlfriend named Robin). At one point in that period, Dustin introduces Steve to Eddie as civilians (under duress — Eddie is being hunted down, and Steve's apartment is a safe place to lay low), and the resulting situation is... awkward.

Steve&Robin don't trust Eddie with Dustin. They don't know him well but they know he's reckless and likes to tempt danger — just like Dustin, but supercharged. But they're not going to turn him away when he needs help, not when they know what he means to Dustin. And besides, it would be hypocritical of them to judge him for being alleged murderer, when they definitely bit the heads off a few bad guys back when they were still figuring things out.

Eddie is a storyteller by nature, of course he knows he's living a superhero comic. But that doesn't mean he knows everything. Eddie thinks Venom is boring, too serious, another alien monster just like all the others that visit Earth to brawl with its defenders seemingly every other Tuesday. Where's the complexity, the intrigue, the motive?? Steve on the other hand... Steve is a mystery, a truly bizarre character underneath his plain, archetypal exterior, and Eddie is determined to figure him out.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #st4 #spiderman au #hope it's cool to tag the blog that inspired venom!steve 👍#i think i've seen some deadpool!eddie art around too?#shsm writes

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After Eddie finally graduates, Steve gifts him a class ring. Says he knows it’s not Eddie’s style, but he earned it. Eddie adds it to his silver rings and wears it every day, which means Steve digs out his class ring from the year before and starts wearing it too. yes this is a wedding band allegory. yes they are still wearing them years later when they move to the city together and they get a soft look in their eyes whenever anyone comments on them

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #class rings are dumb but what if it’s gay #also Eddie literally fought for his life to graduate he deserves that stupid ring more than any of the other losers in his graduating class #he acts like it’s nbd that he finally graduated but Steve knows better #shsm writes

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#I’m obsessed w fics where Eddie has a thing for jocks lmao#he probably asks Steve to put on his letterman jacket when they screw#Steve NEVER wears the letterman he rolls his eyes so hard but he does it bc Eddie asked ...just to expand on these tags from the other day:

Steve never wore his letterman jackets.

He had them all, sure, one for each year on varsity basketball and swim. But lettermans were for the kids who had to try for what Steve already had. They were cliché, a safety blanket for people with something to prove. People who thought their status would be secure if they just wore the right colors, blending in like a striped herd of zebra in a grassy plain.

Before Nancy, Steve's reign was built on being effortlessly cool. He was no try-hard, he wouldn't be caught dead campaigning for Prom King or spewing school spirit bullshit. And after Nancy, well... donning that green and white jacket would have been like painting a target on his back.

Still, every year his parents ordered the whole catalogue of Tigers spiritwear instead of just a new uniform like Steve asked, and every year Steve let the letterman jackets rot in the back of his closet. And don't get him started on that stupid goddamn class ring.

(There was another reason he never wore the jackets — they reminded him of his father, of all the yearbooks from the 1950s that lined the bottom shelf in his dad's office, full of photos of Harrington Sr. proudly wearing the school colors as he won championships, was crowned Prom King, and got named fucking valedictorian.)

But despite all that, Steve always loved the idea of someone else wearing his jacket. Girlfriends, at first — most of them were happy to show off his name and number, though Nancy seemed uninterested when he brought it up so he didn’t ask again. Then family — Robin, to throw people for a loop after they couldn't believe she was really friends with Steve Harrington (and if it helped keep her sexuality under wraps, all the better). Max, after his guest room became her home away from home and he helped furnish the closet with some of his old clothes. He didn’t say a word, certainly didn't ask her to wear it, but it filled him with pride to see her shrug it on as she skated out the door.

And finally Eddie, who never thought he would wear a letterman jacket in a million years. Steve expected him to start cracking jokes when he found the jackets hanging in his closet, but instead Eddie grew embarrassingly quiet. Steve didn't press him on it, but the next time Eddie complained about the cold while they were smoking by the pool, Steve tossed him a bundle of green and white.

The jacket was baggy on him, made for a broader frame, but the green felt contrasted wonderfully with the red flush on his cheeks. Even better was the sight of Eddie curled up under the jacket after nodding off on Steve's couch. After that night there was no chance of Steve ever getting his jacket back, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

#of course i mean he doesn't get it back until eddie starts pestering steve to wear it for him #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #max mayfield #robin buckley #shsm writes

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