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Check out my ongoing comic Crow Time. It has crows, and also neat pantheons of epic beasties.

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This movie defined my childhood. It is perfect in every way.

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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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Drag kings became pretty rare after the turn of the century, so Stormé de Larverie is a pretty notable stand out.

She started out her career as a traveling jazz singer in feminine attire. In 1955, she became the suave MC of a drag troupe called the Jewel Box Review, which billed itself as "25 men and a girl."

Stormé was present at The Stonewall Inn when the rioting broke out, and afterwards, became an advocate for LGBT and women's rights. She was a bouncer at lesbian bars, and carried a gun to protect "her girls."

When asked about why she did her work, she answered, "Somebody has to care. People say, 'Why do you still do that?' I said, 'It's very simple. If people didn't care about me when I was growing up, with my mother being black, raised in the south.' I said, 'I wouldn't be here.'"

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& this is probably my favorite public statement ever released by any notable figure ever

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Car Problems [Steddie]

Based on this Mechanic!Eddie AU and @whathehonestfuk suggestion of Garage Owner!Wayne.

Usually, Wayne prefers to keep out of his nephew’s business. As long as Eddie is doing his job in the garage, his chores at home and is not committing any crimes in his spare time, Wayne tries not to bother him too much.

Their little system has been working very well since Eddie was a teenager, thank you very much, and their life has been quiet and good and without any major events, as life as a garage owner in Hawkings, Indiana, is expected to be.

That is, at least, until the Harrington kid comes into the picture.

Wayne has known the Harringtons for at least twenty years, and he’s fairly sure Eddie and the Harrington kid had not been friends when they were in school. That seems to have changed, though, because it’s been three months since the kid has been showing up at the garage with “car problems” every other week.

That’s bullshit, in Wayne’s humble opinion.

The guy drives a fucking BMW and his family is loaded. He could replace the fucking thing faster than Wayne can climb the stairs that separates the garage from the apartment he shares with his nephew, there’s nothing wrong with his car.

The Harrington kid is here for Eddie. Wayne knows it, everybody who works in the garage knows it, Eddie knows it. The only problem is that Eddie isn’t doing anything about it.

That wouldn’t be a problem if his nephew had no interest in the other kid, but he has. Wayne knows that easy smile and little cocky attitude Eddie puts on whenever Harrington is around, he’s seen him act the same way around Jamie Landon, at least for the couple of months they had dated in High School.

(He can’t say he knows Steve Harrington that well too, but no one would pretend to have car problems so often just to chat with a mechanic if they didn’t have any ulterior reasons, really.)

And yet, here’s Eddie; clearly interested in the Harrington kid, knowing that the other guy is also interested in him and doing absolutely nothing with that knowledge.

Wayne promised himself that he wouldn’t meddle once he noticed his nephew’s predicament. Whatever Eddie wanted to do with his life, Wayne would let him.

But that was before Wayne had to endure, for three months, his nephew and Harrington flirting and exchanging longing glances in the middle of his garage. As patient as Wayne considers himself to be, there’s no way in hell he’s letting this shit go on for much longer.

He doesn’t have to wait much to take action. A week after Harrington’s last visit, on a Saturday morning, from where he’s working on the Parkers’ minivan, Wayne sees the kid’s car approaching.

Harrington parks outside and makes his way quietly in the garage. Wayne just watches as the kid looks around the shop, probably looking for any sign of Eddie. His face drops a little when he doesn’t see Eddie anywhere.

“Can I help you with anything, kid?” Wayne asks, cleaning his hands in a rag as he walks around the minivan and steps towards the boy.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Munson,” Harrington says, with a small wave. “Is Eddie working today?”

“Yes, he is, but he’s on break. Why? Having problems again?”

Harrington hesitates, looking around once more. There’s a blush creeping up his cheeks and he doesn’t seem to know where to put his hands.

“I… er…”

Wayne sighs. He finishes cleaning the grease off his hands and stuffs the rag in his back pocket, before lifting his gaze to look Harrington in the eye.

“Do you like my nephew, kid?” he asks, bluntly.

“What!?”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I just wanna know. Do you like my nephew?”

There’s hesitation there again, and something close to panic, but the Harrington kid is no coward, apparently, because after the first shock, he seems to get a grip on himself and nods.

“Yes,” he says, face so red someone could mistake it for a sunburn. “Yes, I do.”

Good enough for Wayne.

“Do you want to come by tonight for dinner? I’m meeting some friends at Joe’s, but Eddie’s gonna be home. You boys can talk things over then.”

Whatever Harrington had been expecting when he decided to drop by the garage this morning, Wayne Munson asking him on a date on behalf of his nephew was clearly not it. He doesn’t utter a word.

“Harrington,” Wayne presses and the boy snaps out of it, large eyes staring at Wayne with a mix of shock and wonder. “Do you want to come over tonight for dinner?"

“Yes!” He squeaks. Clears his throats, then tries again. “Yes, Mr. Munson. I’d love to come over tonight.”

“Very well. I’m heading out at seven, so you should stop by seven thirty.”

“Okay.”

“Good,” Wayne agrees. “Now, please, stop pretending you’re having problems with that fucking car and come back when my nephew is not on the clock. I’ll let him know you guys have a date tonight.”

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!”

“Just go home, Harrington.”

“Right, sorry.”

With a few more apologies, Harrington gets into his car and gets the fuck out of there in record time, the vehicle driving smoothly and without a single weird noise, as Wayne well knew it would.

Car problems. Yeah, right.

“Was that Steve’s car?”

Wayne turns around and sees Eddie walking back to the shop after his break. The disappointment clear as day on his face.

“Yes, it was. Looks like there was nothing wrong with his car this time after all,” Wayne says.

The frown on Eddie’s face deepens and Wayne gathers all the self-control he’s got to stop himself from laughing.

“Good for him, then,” Eddie mutters, displeased.

“Yeah, good for him,” Wayne agrees. He pats his nephew on the shoulder as he passes him, then stops when Eddie finally looks at him. “Oh, and before I forget, Harrington is coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Wha- are you… what!?”

“I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner tonight and he said yes. He’ll be here by seven thirty.”

“What do you mean!? You’re going out with your friends tonight.”

Wayne finally lets out a laugh. “I know, but you’re not. Congratulations, Eddie, you’re finally getting a date with Steve Harrington.”

He pats his nephew’s shoulder again, then goes back to work.

@nicememerino, tagged as promised.

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I love you – you know. I love you with every inch of me – You are wonderful – you are my perfect lover. There is nobody but you.

happy (belated) birthday @laurabenanti <3

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You deserve love, too.

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thank you so much and credits to @kidovna for keeping the byler shippers alive

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