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[creatingrealdreams]

Community is all. It's not easy. However, solidarity creates a connection.

[catwouthats]

THEY MAKE ME INSANE

Proof below:

Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.

EDIT: more proof:

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[tendermimi]

august you are so gentle to me

[ginumo]

OKAY FINE THEY GOT ME TOO.

[bigbigtruck]

Bam just wants to know we’re there

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I love tornado survival guides. "Shelter in a basement or interior room without any windows. But if you're in a mobile home, just fucking die I guess lol"

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[theblueimp]

Each breath is gold, a pathway, light, a guide

[diornies]

types of monsters

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't test me, Bestie!

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

When you thought you found a big brick castle house for cheap, but it turns out to be so much more. This 1895 home in Bedford, Pennsylvania has 5bds, 1.5ba (it says that, but there're actually toilets galore & potential bedrooms) for just $274,900 and a sale is pending.

Living room has a corner fireplace, and an unfortunate suspended ceiling & neon lighting that should come down.

Lovely room with a corner fireplace and a big window seat.

Kitchen's so weird they only show a corner of it.

What in the world happened in the pantry?

There must've been offices in here.

Tiny room, but the floor is new.

Going up to look at the bedrooms and bath.

Not bad.

One of the bedrooms. Wonder what's under the indoor/outdoor carpet and new drop ceilings.

Looks like this basement room is being redone.

Large laundry room.

Well, look here, a rather large jail, too? This home just keeps on giving.

This is nice.

Are those clothes on the shelf?

I said there were toilets galore.

Looks like someone dismantled some of the cells.

Some cells have cool original artwork.

I'm going to say that this is a crematory oven. In the door.

And, out the chute?

There's mad parking back here. If someone has the money to fix it up, it could be incredible.

[morganbritton132]

I hope when I write Hopper dealing with Steve or Eddie when they’re younger that the vibe they give off is:

Steve: *visible suspicious on why Hopper is bothering him, a self-sufficient seven year old trying to climb something he’s definitely going to fall off of*

Eddie: *caught red-handed vandalizing property and about to make it Hopper’s personal problem*

[blistexenthusiast]

candle house & baby by Optometry World

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye—

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[screwpinecaprice]

A super quick connverse before work!