Mostly Steddie...

also Stony and various other sundries

[beeandthescreen]

[spicymochi]

pick a cartoon puppy to adopt!

[deathtofun]

I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said “wish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radio”

[regularlesbian]

breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby

[villainessbian]

*screams of a witch burning at the stake*

THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO

*Gregorian chanting*

13.21

*leper bell ringing*

HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM

*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*

WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES

LITURGIES

AND MORE LITURGIES

*Templar knights praying out loud*

THIS ISN’T THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION

*Imagine Dragons - Radioactive starts playing*

[troublesomefox21]

ST idea where Steve Harrington is ambulanced away(?) to the hospital at the end of S3 but it takes a few days for people to check up on him.

Its Robin who goes to the hospital. She's irritated and definitely not terrified because Steve had promised to call her and he hadn't. She is definitely normal and nightmare free and entirely unaffected by the fact that monsters are real.

But he never checked into the hospital. They say there's no Steve Harrington there, which doesnt make sense at all because Robin knows, better than anyone, that he NEEDED to go to the hospital. But he's not. There. Here.

He's gone.

Robin thinks of Starcourt and his Kids™️ and someone would know where he is. Thinks of the adults and who he'd go to since she knows his parents cut him off. The police chief is dead but there is the town crazy lady.

Byers who works at Melvalds.

So she goes and she's fine. Robin is totally great. Completely unbothered when Joyce immediately closes down the store and races home. She drives pretty crazy and runs over a stop sign but Robin thinks its small potatoes.

She is fine. Steve is fine. Everything is fine.

Accept Hopper is dead and Powell, the new chief, is useless and claims to have his hands full with his new job and all the people who died in the mall fire. Says he'll get to it.

Oh. And one of Steves kids has super powers. Or used to. Because as much as the girl tries, she apperantly cant find him.

Robin admits to being a little bit not fine.

And not that anyone really knows this; or not to this effect but Steve Harrington is definitely not fine.

Apperantly he's not even a Harrington. Not in Hawkins but in the middle of some desert in Nevada. Some asshole named Brenner (which raises some flags but Steve is pretty sure he's concussed via Russians for the nth time) says that he's glad that he was found. Made his way back home or something.

Which doesnt make any sense.

Owens, who Hopper had promised them all was one of the good guys as far as military douchebags went, recognized his name when they were getting their story straight about the mall.

Project MK Ultra, Steve is told/reminded, closed down. The lab shut down, he knew. But El wasn't the only experiment. There had to have been, at least, eleven.

Brenner also tells Steve that he was a very difficult child. Very emotional, which he claims makes sense because his powers were unlike the others. But the MK Ultra/US Government didn't have a need for empaths. So they gave him to one of the CIA lawyers for safe keeping/they found a use for him.

And Brenner, who tries to get him to call him Papa, apologizes for giving him away so carelessly. Says that he really wants to help Steve. Especially since he was given *something* by the Russians, according to Owen's.

It takes the tank for Steve to remember. And even then, its not much because apperantly even the group of creepy, human trafficking scientists gave up on him. He just barely remembers the Rainbow Room. He remembers his first day of 1st Grade, meeting Tommy and Carol, better than any of this.

But what he does remember is terrifying.

And the Russian drugs definitely did something because from what Brenner tells him he *should* be able to do is not what he's feeling. Or seeing.

They shave his hair which is somehow the worst part of all of it.

Its not until March- not until El comes in one day and Brenner tells Steve that Eleven would remember so much clearer, so much better and faster, if Steve helped push her in the right direction. And he doesnt want to but when he asks why they would want her to remember; Brenner tells them about Creel. One.

He tells them about what's going on in Hawkins and Steve-

Well Steve pulls at those colored strings he's seen since he was reminded that he was more property than person.

He kills Brenner.

And they get out. He and El get out. In fact, they get out about a day before Sullivan would have flown in via helicopter. They wander the desert and its a pizza truck that saves them.

They get to Hawkins and meet up with Nancy and Robin and Dustin and everyone as they're making molotovs and sawing off shotguns.

He hasn't laughed in a good while but when he finds out that people are trying to pin Eddie Munson for murder, Steve can't help it. The guys a total nerd and he's literally seen him apologize to his locker when he slammed it shut. Wouldnt go as far as to call him a teddy bear or anything but Munson is in no way a murderer. Between reunions and fighting and crying, Dustin tells him about Hellfire and starting high school.

Steve is sad to have missed it but finds himself grateful that his kids, even Max though in a different way, had Eddie Munson.

[snovolovac]

Steve had been standing, hands crossed, in this clearing for solid three minutes, debating whether a kick to Eddie's ribs or bong water to his face was the better option to wake the man sprawled in front of him.

Maybe both, back to back. Steve'd go pow! - to his ribs - and as he'd jerk awake and open his mouth he'd go splash! right in his stupid face.

That'd be the least he'd have coming for making Steve almost shit himself thinking Eddie was hurt. Or worse.

Steve got familiar with the image of Eddie impersonating a doll with its strings cut, lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood. Seeing it in every other nightmare sure left an impression.

So, sue him for getting pissed. They were supposed to meet at the trailer and smoke up, but when Wayne opened the door for him he'd said Eddie had left for the woods behind the trailer about an hour ago.

Steve had followed the direction of Wayne's finger and had been walking for maybe ten minutes before the little trail he was on opened into a clearing.

A body was lying motionless on the forest floor, each limb in it's own direction, dark red color under it. It was wearing a denim vest. Steve froze before moving his suddenly heavy legs and running the last few feet with his heart in his throat, dropping to his knees and hands already hovering over Eddie's pulse point before he noticed the rest of the scene.

What he first thought was blood was a threadbare red blanket. On it was, beside a soon to be dead metalhead, a crumpled waterbottle, a few candy wrappers, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, Eddie's keys and a bong. A recently used bong.

Eddie twitched in his sleep and Steve sucked in a startled breath, hands flying off Eddie and into his own hair. Eddie then shifted to his side, wiggled into the blanket for a bit and smacked his lips to finish off his search for a cozy position. Steve stared unimpressed. He got off his knees and crossed his hands over his chest, glaring down.

Steve shouldn't kick him, his torso had just gotten better. Bong water it was.

Steve picked up the bong, raised his arm high and slowly tilted it over the sleeping idiot.

Eddie awoke with a gasp and Steve aimed the stream after his mouth, moving his arm as Eddie tried to scramble away but got tangled in the blanket and collapsed to his back. Steve continued to pour in silence and Eddie admitted defeat by closing his eyes and letting the water soak him.

When the drip stopped Eddie dared to open one eye and peek up behind his wet bangs.

"Hey, Steve."

"Hi, Eddie."

A bird chirped.

Eddie's eyes darted from Steve to the bong still held above him.

"Umm... Sorry for starting without you?"

Steve relaxed his fingers and Eddie scrambled to catch the sudden projectile aimed for his head.

"Woah, Steve, careful, what the fuck -"

"I thought you were dead."

"Wh-uh?"

"You looked dead, Eddie. I thought something or-or someone hurt you, but no, you got high - without me - and fell asleep in the most corpse like position you could possibly choose! In the middle of the woods!" Steve's voice got higher in pitch with each word, arms waving.

"I... I'm sorry?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep, slow breath.

"Refil the bong, please."

Eddie scrambled to listen, wet hair spraying the legs of Steve's jeans.

"I-I'm sorry, I know we said we'd meet at the trailer, but Wayne was home and I had to get the stuff out here without him seeing..." Steve knelt on the dry part of the blanket. "... and when I got here I figured I'd take a few puffs and go back to wait for you, but I guess I fell asleep and then this -" Steve slapped a hand over his mouth.

Eddie's eyes were huge above Steve's fingers. His lashes were wet from bong water.

"Eddie."

"Hmm?"

"Please don't scare me like that again."

Eddie's eyes softened and his shoulders dropped. He wrapped his fingers gently over the wrist keeping him silent and pulled it down to his own lap, his eyes dropping there, too.

Steve kept looking at him.

He felt Eddie's thumb trace small circles over the edge of his palm.

"I'm really sorry, Stevie."

Steve exhaled and lifted their cupped hands to bump Eddie's chin up and look at him. They stared at each other for a beat, unspoken care and forgiveness traveling the short distance between their eyes.

"Fill the bong, man."

Eddie smiled.

"Yes, sir."

[bluekato]

Absolutely no shade only love but has anyone else noticed that:

Gender-swap!Steve= Randomized white girl with brown hair. Varying body types and skin tones.

Gender-swap!Eddie= Eddie but with boobs.

[thecuckoohaslanded]

I can’t stop thinking about crocodiles for some reason so here’s some cool pictures I found of probably the second largest one in captivity, his name is Utan:

isn’t he beautiful

listen to the SOUND when he bites

and that’s not even a real power bite, that’s mostly just heavy bone falling on heavy bone from his jaws and the air rushing out from between them

[specsthespectraldragon]

2000 pounds of Good Boy

[thecuckoohaslanded]

you get me

[thecuckoohaslanded]

I honestly expected like 5 notes, what HAPPENED here

[thecuckoohaslanded]

More tags on this ridiculous post:

[cn123017-deactivated20181204]

Wait, thats the 2nd biggest crocodile? Then what does the biggest one look like?

[thecuckoohaslanded]

That would be Cassius, a very old Saltwater crocodile who is estimated to be around 114 years old and lives at Marineland Melanesia in Green Island, Australia.  His official measurement is 5.48 meters, which makes him the largest in captivity currently.  Because Utan is only slightly smaller and much younger, (only in his 50s), he will likely break Cassius’ record eventually.  But for now, Cassius holds the title:

He is NOT, however, either the largest crocodile ever captured in Australia OR the largest ever in captivity.

A slightly larger crocodile has been reported (though not yet comfirmed) to have been captured at 5.58 meters.

And while the famous Brutus of the Adelaide River was estimated to be just slightly larger than Cassius at 5.5m, he was driven out of his territory by a younger and even larger crocodile, who as a result has been given the name, The Dominator.  He is estimated to be just over 6m.

This is Brutus, with an appropriate caption:

It is believed that he lost that arm in a fight with a Bull Shark.  

The Bull Shark lost.

THIS is the crocodile who kicked him out.  The Dominator:

And that’s STILL not the biggest.  

The largest living crocodile ever reliably measured was Lolong, who for the 1.5 years between his capture and his death was the largest crocodile ever held in captivity, at a whopping 6.17 meters (20 feet 3 inches) and 1075 kg (2,370 lbs).  He had been feeding on both humans and very large livestock in the Bunawan creek in Agusan del Sur in the Philippines.  It took 100 people all night to drag him to shore during his capture.

And here’s why:

Also, to prevent credit from getting buried on a separate reblog, I have been informed that the above image of the crocodile with the cartoon eyes and halo was made by @rashkah!  (And it is wonderful and I would like to thank him for its existence, because it perfectly captures my feelings about terrifying giant primordial reptiles.)

[sometimesihavequestions-deactiv]

@theonewhocheeps

[theonewhocheeps]

Holy fuck

[simon-newman]

As far as Brutus is concerned I was led to believe that he lost that arm when relatively young.

Since then Brutus developed a habit of hunting and eating Bull Sharks.

Here’s him with a prey.

And if you thought that you’ll be safe if you just stay out of Australia then think again!

Meet Gustave the Nile Croc.

This crocodile became almost legendary for both it’s size and the habit of hunting both livestock AND humans.

So how big is Gustave?

No one is sure. Since he was NEVER captured.

His estimated size is of at least 5,5m  but some give him over 6m.

The terrifying parts are:

1) He is still growing having only about 60 years.

2) Adult crocodiles often perform a gesture of submission to him - something usually done by young crocodiles toward adults - Gustave is just THAT BIG.

3) His sheer size makes it difficult for him to catch agile prey Nile crocs tend to feed on - hence why he developed a habit of hunting either larger prey like Hippopotamus or creatures which are not good at spotting danger in the first place like livestock and humans.

And this is NOT ALL.

Gustave actually has a noticeable scars on his body - he was shot at east 3 times and stabbed with a spear or something similar at one occasion.

He lived to tell the tale - my question is:

What happened to that one dude who attacked Gustave with a spear?

[thecuckoohaslanded]

*Crocodile Dundee voice*  Mate, that’s not Gustave:

THIS is Gustave:

And he is the PERFECT CROCODILE.  He is the perfect example of what I mean when I talk about (as I do) how the morphology of extremely large crocodiles adapts to the changing physics of their bite.

This is a typical adult Nile Crocodile:

And THIS is a god among his kind:

This is it, folks.  The Final Form.  THIS is what peak performance looks like.

Crocodiles and physics have an interesting relationship.  Crocodiles have, by a CONSIDERABLE MARGIN, the strongest bite of any animal on Earth.  EVER.  Scaled up estimates (based on Nile and Saltwater crocodiles) give the extinct Deinosuchus an estimated bite force MORE THAN DOUBLE the recently updated Tyrannosaurus bite estimates.  Living crocodiles have bite forces measured in the range of 5000 pounds per square inch, for an individual around 15-16 feet.  It is estimated that modern crocodiles in the range of 18-20 feet would have bit forces around 7-8000 psi or more.

That’s a problem.

Because a crocodile’s skull is only designed to handle so much pressure.  Go beyond that limit and the force of impact when those jaws snap shut could literally shatter their own skulls.

But evolution has spent hundreds of millions of years perfecting crocodiles, so PHYSICS ISN’T GOING TO STOP THEM.  What ends up happening in the skulls of these extremely large crocodiles is they will increase dramatically in mass to compensate for the increased forces.  A crocodile’s skull is almost exclusively solid bone, with only minimal space for nasal passages, a surprisingly advanced brain, and some slightly porous looking framework that helps the bone distribute the force over a larger area.  The effect is by far the most pronounced in Nile crocodiles, which most regularly feed on larger prey and need to make use of all that power.

Compare, 26 inch skull:

vs 29 inch skull:

Both of those are Nile crocodile skulls (or rather, replicas thereof).

And just for fun, here are the skulls of completely different (and very extinct species), Deinosuchus:

and Purussaurus:

The bigger the crocodile (within a given species), the more massive the skull needs to be to compensate for that UNBELIEVABLE bit pressure.  This is one way to see from a distance whether you are looking at a normal sized crocodile:

and a truly extraordinary individual:

One of the things about Gustave that’s so impressive is how healthy his teeth look.  A lot of large crocodiles, in their old age, have very worn down and often missing teeth.  They do replace them many times over a lifetime, but when they get very old this slows down.  Gustave, at least in every picture taken of him, had teeth that were in very good condition.

Even crocodiles much smaller than Gustave’s reported size (probably similar in size to Dominator or Lolong) tend to have smaller or more worn teeth:

than the pinnacle of his kind:

[muchymozzarella]

Lolong! It means Gramps or Grandpa, because he’s a relic of an ancient world where crocs more massive than he was walked the earth. His body is on display somewhere right now though I forgot where.

[kaijutegu]

Lolong’s body is at the National Museum of the Philippines! They taxidermied his hide and they suspended his skeleton so you can see just how massive his skull is!

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

lie to me

[animentality]

[bluekato]

More witch!Eddie thoughts.

Frank the opossum has a nest in the top right corner of Eddie's barely there closet. It's carefully constructed of a pillow case, several old Christmas themed dish towels and the shredded remains of a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Eddie has no idea where the shirt came from, only that Frank seemed to take great glee in tearing it to pieces and placing each strip carefully in his nest.

Frank also keeps a number of treasures he's no doubt pilfered from unsuspecting victims which he protects like a rotund little dragon. Spoons, shiny rocks, change, whatever catches his fancy.

The first time Wayne and Frank meet ends in a stand off; Wayne brandishing a broom and Frank hissing in the middle of a destroyed box of corn flakes. Luckily Eddie had come home just in time to prevent any real violence.

At first Wayne is thoroughly annoyed but Eddie catches him sneaking Frank snacks and after awhile taking naps together on Wayne's recliner.

Eddie likes to bring his familiar to deals with him. Nobody wants to test the nut job with the pet opossum.

Frank does help with Eddie's magic. His presence grounds Eddie when he practices and he's great at finding ingredients. Eddie's been trying out scrying through his familiar but hasn't quite got the hang of it yet.

[stonelions]

he thinks he's being so smooth with his little face on my leg. i SEE you, villain

[wholesome-animal-images]

[bluekato]

More of this little AU.

It's not like Steve hasn't seen "monsters" before. His favorite cousin is a minotaur for fucks sake so, like, the monster part is not the issue. Granted when something with large teeth drops unexpectedly from a portal in the ceiling making a tactical retreat isn't the worst idea but even that isn't what freezes his lungs in his chest and sends an icy spike of pure fear down his spine.

See everything in the Fae and human worlds has a vibration, a twisting harmony that when matched can be manipulated in various ways. (He tells Robin all of this later and she teases him relentlessly for sounding like some new age hippie. He's not sure how else to describe it though.) It comes in different frequencies and combinations but it's always there.

Steve has never felt anything like the Upside down.

When the portal in the Byers' ceiling opens it's like he's been living on a ship his whole life and just got shoved on to dry land. The whiplash of the opening of the complete and utter void along with tv static crackle of the creature that emerges from it, is such a shock that when Nancy tells him to run, he does.

He tumbles out the door hands shaking and fumbling with his keys as though he can't open his car doors with only a whisper. It's only when he hears the scream that he looks up to realize that Nancy and Jonathan are not behind him and suddenly his own fear is so much less important. He leaves his keys in the door, sucks in a breath and charges back in towards the void.

[jusjuiceboxbox]

Welcome to being an adult! Featuring such injury causing events as

- sneezed wrong

- turned your neck a little too fast

- slept weird

- took the trash out to the curb and stepped at a slightly different angle than usual

- breathed

- failed to breathe properly

- breathed in the wrong stuff. Allergy time

- looked too hard at something too far away

- knees

[cannibalchicken]

[icedoatmilkmatcha-deactivated20]

also

[yeahokayillreblogthat]

Yeah okay Ill reblog that!

[aggressivelybicaptainamerica]

Not a scholar at first, but the guy who wrote Jaws hated that people used it to justify hating sharks so much he dedicated the rest of his life to shark research and advocacy.

[ruffboi-mags]

The woman who popularized gender reveals wishes she hadn't, afaik.

[fall1ngfeather]

(afaik- the woman who popularized gender reveals did so because she had a long history of miscarriages. The reveal was a celebration of the fact that one of her pregnancies had gotten far enough that there WAS a physical sex to reveal. It was never intended to be like... *gestures at modern gender reveals* all that. That same kid later came out as trans and yes, the family had a second gender reveal for that lol.)

[p00pym00py]

This whole thread is so beautiful to me that I can explain it

[my-random-fandoms]

[pouncequick]

K-Cup coffee pod creator wishes he'd never thought of them | CBC News

The man who invented the K-Cup coffee pod almost 20 years ago says he regrets doing so and can't understand the popularity of the products t

[jackironsides]

L. David Mech, who popularised the idea that there were 'alpha' and 'beta' wolves in his 1970 book The Wolf, has spent the rest of his career trying to debunk this. (The original studies were done on captive wolves, and thus didn't simulate an accurate model of wolf pack dynamics.)

Is the Alpha Wolf Idea a Myth?

The idea that wolf packs are led by a merciless dictator, or alpha wolf, comes from old studies of captive wolves. In the wild, wolf packs a

In the wild, researchers have found that most wolf packs are simply families, led by a breeding pair, and bloody duels for supremacy are rare.

“What would be the value of calling a human father the alpha male?” says L. David Mech, a senior research scientist at the U.S. Geological Survey, who has studied wolf packs in the wild for decades. “He’s just the father of the family. And that’s exactly the way it is with wolves.”

[geeky-fuckery]

[cosycryptid]

Steve learns how to crochet mostly to cope with the stress of feeling responsible for the safety and wellbeing of so many kids who never seem to want to listen to him.

The first person to find out about this secret hobby is Robin. His parents stop helping him out financially when they realise he's not just taking a gap year to figure things out and has in fact decided not to go to college. Steve doesn't have the money to get her something fancy for her birthday so he instead buys wool and buttons in her favourite colour and crochets a cardigan. He's never seen someone react so enthusiastically to a present he gave them before and every time he sees her wearing it he feels a surge of pride at the fact that he created something she loves so much.

The second person is Eddie, who complains everyone's ears off about how thin the hospital blankets are and how cold his room is while he's recovering from the demobat attack. Steve crochets a blanket for him. It's basic, black with thin red stripes, and the entire time Steve is wondering why he's even spending so much time making it when Eddie will be discharged before he knows it. He hands it to him one day when he's visiting with Dustin and Robin.

"Oh nice, you bought me a blanket," Eddie says, immediately opening it and spreading it out over his lap.

"Actually I made it," Steve corrects. "I'm still a beginner so it's not the best but it should be pretty warm for-"

Eddie's gaze snaps up from trailing over the intricate little knots of wool.

"You made this?" Eddie asks, his eyes wide.

Steve nods.

"You made this?" he repeats, holding up the corner of the blanket and pointing at it as if it wasn't obvious what he was talking about.

"That's what I just said, yeah," Steve responds.

"Sir Steven Harrington," Eddie grins. "You continue to surprise me. Who knew jocks could knit?"

Steve rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated huff.

"It's crochet not knitting. And if you don't like it I can-" he reaches to take it back, but Eddie snatches it away in a tight grip, pulling the edge of it to his chest like he's protecting something sacred.

"No way, Big boy." He refuses. "You've bestowed this precious gift upon me and I have accepted it. No takebacks. I will take care of it and protect it with my dying breath." His expression changes to something unsure. "Wait, is it okay for me to keep this or did you want it back when I leave?"

"Please don't talk about your dying breath when you're sitting in a hospital bed after almost bleeding out," Steve chastises, crossing his arms, unimpressed. "And yes you can keep it. I made it for you."

Before he can say anything else, Eddie drags him down into a crushing hug, not giving a shit about the tube attached to his wrist or his fairly recently stitched sides. Dustin later describes the noise Steve made as sounding like a cat having its tail stepped on. Robin points out in a teasing way that it took Steve a suspiciously long time to disengage from that hug, just making a perfectly casual observation.

The next one to get a handmade gift is Dustin. He wouldn't let go of the fact that Steve had made something for both Robin and Eddie before him even though he was supposed to be Steve's best friend. That christmas Steve gifted him a handmade sweater with a lightsaber design on the front, which meant he had to make things for the rest of the teens not long after because of course Dustin went around wearing it and bragging at every possible opportunity.

Soon all the people Steve cared about the most had something made by him.

Then one day Eddie asks him to teach him how to crochet so he can make something for Wayne to show how much he appreciates him. Steve thinks it's a really sweet idea, so he agrees. Eddie found a photo of a sweater he wanted to try and make for him, but he's finding it really tricky even with Steve's help. So in the end, Steve makes the sweater and they both work on a much easier blanket pattern together.

Steve's spending a lot of time in Eddie's room, sitting very close to him and occasionally gently taking hold of his hands to guide him when he gets stuck. This is how he finds out that Eddie still sleeps under that blanket Steve made for him over a year ago. It's also how he ends up making out with him on top of said blanket.

Wayne is so touched when he gets his handmade gifts that Christmas that he cries. Eddie teases him about it until Steve, who's spending his first Christmas with the Munsons as Eddie's boyfriend, reminds Eddie that he practically ripped Steve's hand off at the hospital when he tried to take that first blanket back.

"Yeah, well, it was important to me. You made it." Eddie shrugs. Then he picks up a large, slightly lumpy present and shoves it into his hands. "And you still haven't opened your gift. Less talking, more opening."

After that Steve is the one trying not to cry, because the second he pulls back the wrapping paper, a blanket pours out onto his lap, navy with white stripes. It was clearly made by Eddie because it smells like him, and some of the stitches show mistakes that he made when they were working on Wayne's gifts together.

He gently takes the material into his hands and runs his thumbs over each bump in awe. No one's ever put this much effort into a gift for him before. "I love it," he says, his voice slightly shaky.

"Are you sure?" Eddie replies, self-conscious. "I made a few mistakes, and I ran out of wool at one point, but the store didn't have any left in the same shade of blue so there's a small part at the bottom that looks slightly different. I can get you something else if you want. I know it's not as good as yours."

Steve leans over and shuts him up with a kiss on the lips, something he's learned is extremely effective over the course of their relationship.

"It's perfect."