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Thinking about how Anakin canonically both touched grass and got laid and was still Like That.

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When Steve and Eddie just start dating, Eddie finds out Steve is just as bad at the pda thing as he is, if not worse.

It helps ("helps") that they can't really hug or kiss or even hold hands in public or they'd be hanged in the town's square, but at home? With their friends? Steve has no problem pulling Eddie into his lap and planting a kiss on his mouth.

It might because he's used to dating girls, used to being able to be, freely be, whoever he wanted to be. But it might just be Steve, because he never tries anything like that in public.

In public, he'll knock his shoulder against Eddie's whenever nobody is looking. They'll share a secret smile, like an inside knowledge that once they're back inside they will not be seperated. Not by force of nature, not by anything.

Sometimes, in the back of a dark theatre, Steve slips his hand into Eddie's.

It's the bravest thing either of them do. Holding hands like teenagers in the back of the movie theatre, or during car rides, or (if they're being especially risky) under the table at the diner.

Eddie loves the way you couldn't beat Steve away from him with a nailbat. He loves his touches and kisses and anything Steve will give him.

Though he hopes that one day the secret handholding will be allowed more in the open. A secret revealed in five, ten, twenty years.

But for now, he's fine with it being their little secret. He's got Steve. That's all he needs.

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More eddie munson for you freaks

Another one (dj khaled voice)

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through the gaps

ao3 Written for @steddie-spooktober Summerween prompt, “pines,” 504 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, season 4, the hike from Skull Rock to Lover’s Lake, (a hint of) Steve Harrington Backstory

Eddie’s trailing behind. Steve can hear it, the way his feet drag against the ground. He’s been tapping on his water bottle ever since they left Skull Rock, alternating between his nails and rings striking the metal, clink-clink-clink.

Steve gradually slows his step to match Eddie’s, glances over like a thought’s just occurred to him.

“Hey, dude, can I have some water?”

The tapping stops.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Eddie hands the bottle over, blinking a few times.

Good, Steve thinks. Keep him distracted; keep him here.

He takes a sip of water—a tiny one, really, but just enough to sell the illusion that he needed the bottle in the first place. When he passes it back to Eddie, he almost expects to be caught out—the weight of the bottle has hardly changed—but Eddie’s eyes have gone distant again.

Three jerky taps in quick succession.

“Is this, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, his voice quiet, strained, “safe? Like, I keep thinking we’re—” He gestures uneasily at their surroundings, “—that someone’s gonna come bursting through the trees and get us.”

“Nah, we’re good,” Steve says lightly, “no-one comes out here.”

For a little while, there’s silence, broken only slightly: the muted snap of branches underfoot; Eddie’s tapping. Occasional vague words Steve can’t quite catch—Dustin, Lucas and Max in a trio up ahead, Robin and Nancy right alongside them.

“No-one?” Eddie says suddenly.

The word is brittle. Steve can hear the fear in it, the embarrassment.

“I swear.” He looks Eddie in the eye. “Trust me.”

Eddie nods. The tapping slows.

Steve’s glad for it, because he doesn’t think he could’ve stumbled through a more thorough reassurance. He could’ve said that Skull Rock’s reputation as a make out spot has dwindled away to nothing—folks avoiding the woods ever since November ‘83, a town superstition that stuck, grew roots. But then he’d have to get into why he knows that: the late night drives when he can’t sleep; the endless walks, never meeting a soul.

He looks over again. There’s something flickering in Eddie’s eyes, past horror draining the light out of them. Steve can almost see it in his pupils, like negative film: the murky depths of Lover’s Lake.

“You ever climb trees, Munson?”

Eddie frowns, like he’s replaying the question in his head to make sure he didn’t mishear.

“Um, yeah? Not, like, recently.” A pause. “You?”

“Obviously.” Steve nods at the trees they’re walking past, towering white pines. “Climbed those when I was six. Piece of cake.”

Eddie laughs—a startled sound, as if he’s surprised that he’s still capable of it. “Oh, I’m sure.” He grins. It’s crooked; real.

Found you, Steve thinks.

“You don’t believe me?” he says with the bravado of an old sailor whose tales have been doubted. “I’ve climbed ‘em plenty of times.”

Eddie keeps smiling. “Guess you better regale me.”

Dappled sunlight lands on his face through the gaps in the trees, and Steve wants to believe that’ll always be true; that light will always find its way back to them.

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Eddie was losing it. 

There was no way this was his life. 

When Eddie took the job as a pool cleaner at the beginning of summer, he didn't know how hard the job would be. 

The actual physical side of the job wasn't bad at all, but the mental side of it was straining him beyond his endurance 

This was because once a week, while servicing the Harrington's pool, their son, Steve, would be out on the pool loungers working on his tan. That would've been trying enough, but no, Steve didn't want any tan lines. 

This beautiful tan nude creature was stretched out in various artistic poses  that left absolutely nothing to the imagination while Eddie tried to do his job and keep his eyes to himself.

At first he was avoiding looking because he didn't want Steve to catch him looking. But after his first few visits, it was clear that Steve wanted him to look. But almost as soon as Eddie allowed himself an eyeful, there was a loud tap on the glass of one of the upstairs windows. 

Mr. Harrington pushed open the window and called out, “keep on task please! And Steven, if you're down there distracting the pool boy, cut it out! And you'd better be wearing more than those little speedos!”

Eddie realized that the slant of the roof blocked Mr. Harrington's view of his son, who was pouting and pulling on some swim trunks and heading inside. He didn't come out again and Eddie finished up in annoyingly undistracted peace.

After he was done, Eddie did take a little bit of extra time putting his equipment away while surreptitiously trying to figure out where Mr. Harrington's office window blind spots were and what he could and could not see. Just out of curiosity.

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stranger things, but only from scott clarke's perspective

a kid in your class (a very sweet kid) goes missing. his best friends start acting weird. after their friend's tragic death is announced, you extend your support to the family. after the service they approach you, very seriously, and ask about accessing another dimension. naturally, you assume they're thinking about an alternate universe wherein their friend did not end up losing his life. and they look you dead in the fucking eyes and say no.... no, mr. clarke.... an evil dimension. we want to go to an evil dimension. help us.

and then it turns out it was one of those classic "false positive" deaths wherein a nameless boy that doesn't exist was confused for your student. and also, one of his friends might be dating his cousin now even though you totally thought he was gay. they're calling you at all hours and asking you to help them with their curiousity doors one second and the next the not-dead kid's mom is knocking on your door asking how to turn the gravity off. then the mall explodes. then, six months later, the whole town goddamn explodes. you were literally just trying to vibe to weird al and teach a little science. you're not paid enough for any of this.

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imagine moving to a town and the mayor is an extremely well-liked by basically everybody (to the point people are talking about wanting to re-elect him even though he hasn't served for a full year let alone a full term) and you're like "yeah cool okay" but there's also a gigantic skyscraper downtown (oddly shaped and colored, can't miss it in the skyline) that has his last name on it followed by the words "evil, inc." and at first you're like "alright is this some form of political protest then?" but upon looking at it it's clearly a professionally done sign bolted onto the building and it looks like it's been there a while so it's not like it was put up recently by guerilla artists. nobody's mentioned it or moved to take it down so it seems like it's probably there legally. the mayor's last name is super uncommon too so the odds of it being something unrelated to him at all are miniscule. you just kind of shrug it off as an art piece that's trying to make a political statement until one day you randomly find out that it's where the mayor's mad scientist older brother lives. honestly idk how i would even react to that information

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More BBC lore

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Jeremy is such a good character. Who takes their crush on a date to the car wash. I mean it definitely looks fun and Candace was into it but who even thinks of that

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We don't talk enough about how Phineas and Ferb gave us a healthy divorced couple AND a healthy step-family.

Like aside from the exposition in the first episode Candace and Phineas only ever refer to Ferb as brother and Lawrence as Dad. There's no animosity with Linda hyphenating her name or Candace and Phineas keeping their mom's name.

Doof has no hatred for Charlene and doesn't even get mad that she still comes to the Doofensmirtz family outings- even when Vanessa doesn't.

Just good people and good families.

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Steve Harrington knew what he was, he'd known for a little while now, he knew it simply and eloquently. Steve Harrington was, is, always will be, a placeholder.

Placeholder friend, placeholder son, placeholder boyfriend, placeholder brother, placeholder king. He existed for one reason, to be everything for someone, everything they needed. And, for a time, to feel that love and that everything in return. There until someone is more. More than he could ever be, more than needed. Wanted.

Nancy Wheeler had needed him for a while, a charming boyfriend who boosted her social status. She had needed someone to talk to, someone nice to look at, someone loyal with a good easy future ahead of him. But she wanted someone who would talk back, who was booksmart like her, who was interesting as well as interested. So she found that someone and walked away.

Dustin Henderson needed a big brother, some help with the "fairer sex" (Dustin's words), hair care tips and, along with the whole group of young little misfits, someone physically strong, broad and tall to protect them from monsters. Steve can already see this one waining, the wants outweighing the needs, who would want a bitchy older brother when you could have one who connects to your world, who plays your games, someone aloof and nerdy, dark and goofy, smart and funny. Someone better.

Even his parents had needed a child to carry their name and their status, but wanted a freedom he couldn't provide. Wanted a pride they could not find in him.

Robin will be the next to go, that one will hurt the most, she's basically a whole half of his own soul at this point, a full part of him. She's his everything. But college will be a whole new world, one where Steve's quips won't hold weight amongst Robin's new intellectual friends, where Steve's questioning nature about himself and his own sexuality won't hold a candle to the actual queer culture she's sure to find herself diving into. At least she'll call, she's too good, to perfect of a person, she'll stop needing him but she'll know he can't stop wanting her, so she'll call.

The thing is, it's all well and good figuring out your place in the world, how you fit around other people's lives. But it still hurts. It always hurts. It will never not hurt. Because hope, hope is a terrible thing, a thing that covers you in twisted vines until you can't see beyond the beautiful green of it, so when it's brutally stripped away darkness floods your vision and you cannot deny the loss. Hope hides the poison of loneliness, so, when it is pulled away, it's sweetness gone, it highlights the bitter poison left in its wake.

Thankfully, now he knows what to expect, he can prune and manage that hope, keep the green from obscuring his vision, keep the saccharine sweetness from disguising the poison. Leaving only a small tinge of green in the corner of his eye, and the bittersweet taste of liquorice on his lips. Of course the poison still burns his throat and eats away at his vital organs, but now he can see it being administered. Now he can't fall as far backwards.

The Eddie Munson of it all seems to have other ideas. Ever since meeting Eddie, properly meeting Eddie, and knowing Eddie, properly knowing Eddie, all Steve has seen is bright leafy green.

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Fake PnF fans on tiktok are annoying the hell out of me "Ferb isn't Phineas' biological brother?" "Isabella is mexican?" "Stacy is asian?" I'm starting to think they dont know that Perry is a secret agent atp. LIKE DID YOU EVEN WATCH THE SHOW

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(Same universe as this)

Robin posts a TikTok captioned: New Roommate

The whole video is a compilation of her trying to film her crafts while Steve and Eddie are off-camera having the world’s dumbest conversations. It’s like:

Robin, on camera: *crocheting a blanket*

Eddie: I haven’t seen 12 Angry Men. What about that? Wanna do 12 Angry Men?

Steve: Not in one night. Jesus.

Robin, on camera: *making a mosaic*

Eddie: What’s it called when time is bisexual?

Steve: …Biweekly?

Eddie: That’s it. I get paid biweekly.

Robin: *restocking her bead cases*

Steve, walking into the room: - one to talk, you pissed in the sink.

Robin: What?!

Eddie: Not our sink.

Robin: *trying and failing to spin clay on a pottery wheel she bought*

Steve, loud: Dude, just talk. I get distracted by your hands and miss what you’re signing.

Eddie, also loud: Do. You. Want to. Door. Dash?

Steve:

Steve: Wow. Yelling at the hearing impaired? That’s so offensive.

Steve: Robbie, cancel him.

Robin, flat: Eddie, you’re cancelled. Trash duty for a month.

Eddie: A month!? You set me- *video cuts*

Robin, on camera: *trying to film a tutorial*

Eddie: Bisexual, huh? And you sleep with mostly women? Interesting.

Steve:

Steve: I can fuck your uncle if you’re concerned about it.

Robin: *opens her mouth to speak but Dumb and Dumber just walked into the room*

Robin: *rolls eyes at camera*

Eddie: *complaining in the background*

Eddie: Did you just turn off your hearing aids?

Steve:

Eddie: *aggressive jingling as he signs*

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the iconic thing about the twelfth doctor is that when he's on earth, he's getting middle school kids to save the earth via class project and having beef with 14 yr olds and losing. and then he sets foot in gallifrey and literally the actual military is like we're all going to die.

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I have this cute idea about Steddie where Eddie is actually a comically big softie in comparison to what he shows others.

I’m talking oversized sweaters with sweater paws, fuzzy slippers, messy bun, loving romcoms and trying to save each and every animal he sees on his way.

And Steve finds this out randomly when he stops by, dunno why, maybe drop something off or to visit and Eddie opens the door right after his nap in an oversized sweater, with bunny slippers and all soft faced. He’s sleepy and not fully aware of what is happening.

And that is the moment where Steve falls in love.

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playing BotW again