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Inspired by this hilarious post from @eerielake

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The pause between Eddie saying "Hey Steve?" and "Make him pay." Was Joseph Quinn deciding if kissing Joe Keery would be making the improvised Steddie too obvious.

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Steve: [Gently taps table]

Robin: [Taps back]

Eddie: What are they doing?

Nancy: Morse code.

Steve: [Aggressively taps table]

Robin: [Slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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I’ve seen some new people to tumblr coming on for stranger things specifically and immediately getting offended by content like Steddie, hc that Eddie is adhd and/or autistic, hating on ronance, thinking shipping is cringe, etc. (not gonna get into the “stranger things fandom is so cringe right now” compilations Ive run in to on YT and it’s just… normal fandom stuff like cosplay and roleplay and edits).

Time to post this screenshot:

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Scoops Ahoy!

Eddies order is 1 scoop tangerine sorbet and 1 scoop mint chocolate chip with strawberry syrup…😐

Steddie comic commissioned by @/smrchildsadness on twitter❤️

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When you survive the end of the world by partying with your (maybe?) Monster hunting boyfriend. Or are they ‘steddie’ already XD 

(Yeah, yeah. I make dad jokes. My Gen X arse owns that. I’ll see myself out. ;p)

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Had an inspired idea and need someone with art skills to make it happen now

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the steddie fandom really said ‘we just want the best for steve 🥰’ and then decided that the best for steve was a feral ketamine-dealing double flunking dork ass with a satanic panic mob out for his blood

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Steddie fic written during/after Vol 1 is like, these two boys are so cute and they meet over the summer and they have sparks and they flirt and fall in love and eat ice cream

Steddie fic written after Vol 2 is like, what if I rewrote time and ripped apart the universe and mourned you until I found a way to go after you to wrench you back from death

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i was thinking this morning about how i categorize fanfic authors that i enjoy like AKC breeds and decided to share my rubric with you:

the specialist: this author has a favorite kink or trope and has written 80% of the content in that tag. you know exactly what you’re getting. they have A Brand™️. no matter what other traits they display, dedicated rare pair authors belong here.

the chocolate box: essentially the exact opposite. this author will try anything once. they have 80+ works in the fandom with no discernible pattern. the shortest one is 268 words and the longest is well over 100k. this breed of author may or may not be related to:

the renaissance fan: they’ve written three things in your fandom: your favorite fic, your notp, and a bizarre crossover with a show you’ve never heard of. you hit “expand fandoms list” on their author page and have to scroll down twice to reach the bottom. whenever you curse the fact that you can’t legally commission fic writers, this is the author you’re thinking about.

the horn dog: they’re here for one thing and one thing only. if someone’s dick is not in another character’s mouth within 500 words, they apologize for it in the author’s notes. they have one (1) g-rated fic.

the rookie: this writer is usually young, new to fandom, or just got a beta-reader for the first time. their fics are a little all over the place, quality-wise, but you’re excited whenever their name pops up because their unique voice gets stronger every time. you feel a personal investment in their development, like you’re an old man reading the local high school sports page and saying “this kid’s the one to watch.”

the live streamer: the most prolific author in the fandom. their works are all over the front page when you sort by kudos. you have no idea how they generate this much work, and have seriously wondered if they have access to an extra-dimensional time portal. their stories are usually un-beta’d and the characterization varies wildly, but their best works are inspired and you’ve read them 30 times.

the cryptid: this one comes out of nowhere every two years, drops the best fanfic you’ve ever read, and disappears. fifteen months after you left a three paragraph comment about how they changed your life, you get a message in your inbox that just says “thanks.”

the novelist: we talk about “filing off the serial numbers” when someone reworks their most popular story to pitch it as an original novel; this author somehow does the reverse. their fics are excellent, usually long-reaching multi-chapter AUs that have almost nothing to do with the on-screen characters except their names. i’d like to extend my personal thanks to this breed of author because it’s the closest i get to reading an actual book.

the reunion tour: this author wrote some of the most popular works in the fandom, but either moved on to k-pop or burned out when canon took a turn for the worse. they put out one new thing a year, often an old draft that’s been haunting them from under the floorboards. their last six author’s notes all say they never thought they’d write this pairing again and “this will probably be the last time.”

who did i miss?

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James Buchanan Barnes

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This seems pretty spot on 🤣

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If anyone was wondering, I’m still pissed off about nearly every aspect of Endgame.

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— Winter Soldier: The Bitter March, #3

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I LOVE  MCU-DCEU crossovers

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Gift

A week and a half into December and Steve suddenly realized that he had no idea what to get Bucky for Christmas. And he had no idea who to go to for help. There were pros and cons to all of his choices.

Natasha was an obvious pick and she would probably give him some tips, but she would make fun of him for days.

Clint would probably tell him to get him a part for the Chevelle and that really wasn’t he was looking for.

Sam would normally be a good choice but he and Bucky had some sort of antagonistic pseudo-friendship thing going on and Steve couldn’t trust his advice.

Wanda? Maybe she could help.

He found himself at the shop during a rare time that Bucky was out and decided it was as good a time as any to ask. But Wanda wasn’t at the front as usual. In her place, with his dirty Converse on the desk, was Pietro. Steve still didn’t know him very well and he wasn’t sure if it was because of everything that had happened or if Pietro was just a little standoffish. He seemed more than willing to talk about anything car-related but other than that, Steve had no idea.

Pietro seemed friendly enough when he saw it was Steve coming in through the door and raised a hand in greeting. “Heya, Steve. You looking for Bucky?”

“I was actually looking for Wanda. She out?” Steve suddenly felt like he was going behind Bucky’s back, which technically he was, but it was for a good reason.

Pietro sat up and gave him a searching look, almost suspicious. “She ran to get some lunch for everyone. Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s, uh.” Steve looked at Pietro’s narrowed eyes and thought what the hell, why not? “Look, I’m trying to figure out what to get Bucky for Christmas and I thought she might have some ideas.”

Pietro’s demeanor immediately changed from suspicious to friendly again. “Oh. That’s easy.”

“It is?”

Pietro gave him a quick grin and then scribbled something on a piece of paper. “Go here.”

Steve looked at the scratched out name and address and recognized it as a small bookstore a few blocks over. “And what am I getting him when I get there?”

Leaning forward, Pietro rested his elbows on the desk. He looked smug. “First edition of Deathly Hallows.”

“Harry Potter?” Steve knew that Bucky had a lot of books, there were several bookshelves lining the wall of his small apartment but he’d never noticed anything that specific.

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Of course. He’s got all the other ones but he was out of the

country when that one came out.” He shrugged. “He just never got around to picking up a copy that matched the rest of the set.”

“That is...perfect.” Steve blinked at him, a little stunned. It was a great idea and it didn’t

surprise him at all that it was a favorite of Bucky’s. “Thanks.”

Pietro sat back in the chair and put his feet back up, looking pleased. “Any time. Just

don’t mess this up.” Steve gave him a questioning look. “You know what I mean.”

“I won’t.” Steve picked up the piece of paper with the address on it and folded it carefully to put it in his pocket. “I promise.” He turned to go and Pietro spoke up one more time before he made out of the door.

“Good.” He sounded just like his sister and Steve smiled to himself as he let himself out.