Elloooooo | Blue | 22 | she/her | 🇵🇭 | i cycle thru different fandoms and cannot determine how long i fixate on each or when i will revisit them. unfortunately, my brain does what it wants and i just go with it
i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
this also goes for aesthetic or -core titles. 'y2k tank top' is going to get you resellers and fast fashion brands advertising to people looking to meet a current trend. 'thin strap crop tank top' is going to get you a diverse group of results and not upcharge you to hell and back
additionally, shop second hand when you can, second hand and thrift sites typically organize clothes by the cut and color. theyll be more affordable than a depop seller curating you a style to sell you
here are more terms! these are all from enérie. it is a really good blog that has lots of fashion terminology and it's a good mix of menswear and womenswear! they also have a book as well compiling all their diagrams. you could also look into getting a visual fashion dictionary for terms as well!
I want a Steddie fanfiction where after a while, they decide they don't wanna hide hide they're together to anyone anymore, because Eddie grew up knowing two of Wayne's friends that are basically married and that people got tired of judgin.
Where Eddie's got to see that and he knows, just as that couple, that he's got a good entourage and it would be alright.
Where Steve believes in them enough to trust him, to go through the hardship of the first years, until people stop commenting on it.
Until they just get to be normal because everyone knows about it and either they don't care anymore or they learned to deal with it.
Until they become 'that couple of queers' that live in forest hill, that are 'sinners' yeah, but Eddie is the best mechanic in town if you want a recommendation, and Steve is a sweetheart, always ready to help anyone in a pinch as long as you ask kindly and with a smile.
Where they get to be proud.
And once the bill is passed, they're the first gay couple to get married in Indiana, where not only the upside down crew is invited but also all the friends they made along the way.
Do we really know Steve isn't into metal though? He definitely likes rock, and I love the HCs where he just doesn't know who he's listening to half the time which would gel with the "Ozzy who?" moment.
Eddie fully expecting the standard Normie reaction to his music the one time he's "permitted" to play his own cassettes in Steve's car, Steve looking puzzled as he listens before shrugging and carrying on driving.
It's not a negative reaction, +1 for Harrington apparently, but as they drive he keeps getting that little puzzled look on his face, and Eddie's starting to suspect Steve is fighting the urge to be a bitch about it, he's heard about his "trying" from the others.
He's not going to back down if Steve picks a fight over it, Eddie will defend his music to the death if he has to, so he's ready to bite back when Steve finally opens his mouth.
"Is this a new one?" not what he was expecting,
"huh?"
"The tape, is it a new one? I swear I know the voice but... I don't know the songs, is it new?"
"You've heard Black Sabbath before?"
"Is this that Ozzy guy then?" it's not, it's Ronnie James Dio, but that Steve remembered that is Interesting, that he recognises the music is more interesting.
"What songs do you know?" he asks, suspicious, Steve must be bullshitting him, there's no way.
"I dunno... that uh... one that—" he stops and starts 'da-na-na-na'ing Stargazer of all things,
Eddie is not a gamer per se, but his roommate and best friend Jeff is. Jeff's got all the cool shit, he's got light strips and RGB tech going on around his computer, and he's even set it up so Eddie can flip a switch and turn the rolling rainbow colours to Pulsing Red.
Jeff is working, so Eddie gets high and loads up whatever FPS Jeff's been digging into recently.
Eddie is not great at FPSes, he's not terrible, but he is high and he's mostly here to ruin Jeff's KDR on purpose and annoy whoever happens to be online.
He ends up invited to run BR duos by someone off of Jeff's friendlist, a guy called KingScoops who has an obscene level on his nautical ice-cream themed banner. Scoops calls him Jeff for the bulk of the first game they play, but Eddie's nowhere near Jeff's level, and can only stay quiet for so long.
He ends up snickering at something Scoops says that isn't even that funny, dude definitely doesn't seem to be talking to him half the time, but he is talking, and Eddie is a simple creature who giggles at dick jokes.
"Ohhh, you must be the roommate, that explains the skill drop." Scoops sounds a little bitchy, but it's playful enough,
"My shooting skills definitely do not pay the shooting bills," Eddie confirms, "I'd apologise, but I don't want to."
"That's fine, I'll just continue to carry your ass," Scoops proceeds to carry him to victory or top 5 for a few hours, calls him Roommate the whole time, Eddie never bothers correcting him.
It's about 5 hours later that Eddie is sobering up a little too much and turning kind of sleepy and quiet (for him), he genuinely doesn't think he's gamed this long before, but Scoops just goes "Going again, Roommate?" and he just... agrees.
The guy's got a voice like honey, Eddie could listen to him talk about dirt. "Well I don't know much about dirt, but I can talk about my sponsor if you want?"
"Egh, I didn't mean to say that out loud... fuck my ass..." that gets a pretty laugh from Scoops that almost has a pathetic noise slipping out of Eddie, his filter is shot.
Scoops does actually go into some preamble about something random like hair product whilst Eddie listens way too intently but takes in nothing outside of "Use Code SCOOPSAHOY to get your discount, guys."
"Ready up, Roommate." Scoops prompts after,
"I might be done, dude..." Eddie admits, and he realises he sounds like the saddest wet dog on the planet at the prospect of not being able to listen to Scoops talk to whoever the fuck else he's talking to about all kinds of shit (their days, movies, games, some babysitter meme, the guy sounds like he knows a thousand people Personally, it's endearing).
"Aw... you sure?" Scoops sounds pouty,
"I hate that I can hear the puppy dog eyes." Eddie feels weak.
"I have great puppy dog eyes, you'd love them." Scoops laughs,
"I would." Misery, except Scoops convinces Eddie to go for one final round but asks for him to hold on two minutes and mutes.
Eddie notices an immediate tone shift when Scoops comes back, he isn't as loud and cocksure, he's not responding to random shit anymore, he's asking Eddie questions, flirting, to be fair he has been flirting lightly all night, but there's a nice little rumble to him that gets Eddie weak as fuck.
There's definitely a point where Eddie watches Scoops tactically obliterate like 3 teams in rapid succession, with Eddie only just contributing, and Eddie sighs "that's so fucking hot dude..." which earns him a startled, embarrassed laugh.
"No seriously, I'm rock hard, I swear," Eddie assures him, which is so dumb, he doesn't even know this guy, "Christ shit, dude I'm sorry, what is wrong with me?"
"Don't apologise, I like it," Scoops chuckles, which is insane, because Eddie is actually turned on by this guy's voice and his fucking videogame skill. "I don't get people being super genuine with me like this, it's fun."
"No? You must be real fuckin' pretty," Eddie says it without thinking, "or rich."
"Something like that." Scoops laughs, they manage to claim one final victory (though Eddie valiantly self-sacrifices with a cooked grenade at the end), but end up hanging out in the between games lobby, just the two of them talking and flirting without readying up for the next game.
Eventually Scoops says he has to call it, "But I've really enjoyed hanging out, do you have your own tag?"
"Nope, I just steal Jeff's, ruin his KDR a little so he has something to strive for." Eddie sounds so proud of this it's unreal,
"Well, gotta say I'm not impressed, you didn't do much damage to it tonight."
"No, this dude kept saving me and getting me assists, really rude stuff."
They banter a little more but Eddie insists on letting Scoops go, throws out a sweet big boy in his goodbye before Scoops finally, reluctantly disconnects.
Eddie barely manages to quit the game before slouching off to bed, it's only in the morning when he finds out he's got about 30 messages from his young friend Dustin.
"ARE YOU GAMING WITH KINGSCOOPS?!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW KINGSCOOPS?!"
"WHAT THE FUCK EDDIE???? THAT'S DEFINITELY YOU TALKING TO KINGSCOOPS I KNOW YOUR VOICE I KNOW THAT LAUGH!"
"STOP HITTING ON HIM OH MY GOD"
and many more, he also has two other messages, one from Jeff, one from an unknown number.
"Gave Steve your number, also told him your name, you're welcome, dumbass."
"Hi Eddie, Steve here, KingScoops. Got your number from Jeff. I had fun tonight, I'd love to hang out on purpose some time xx"
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KingScoops, AKA Steve, is in fact quite famous online, but he met Jeff at a car show (Jeff went for fun, Steve went for a gig, something abt a realistic racing game, no brainer gig because he loves cars).
They hit it off talking about cars and gaming, Steve asks if Jeff is any good with games, Jeff proudly shows off that he is with some ranked something or other, so Steve is like "Nice! What's your tag? I'll add you. I need someone to game with who isn't up my ass."
They've been gaming together for a while now, Jeff is Steve's go-to duos guy, Jeff doesn't mind that he's on streams when they game, he's very laid back and he likes Steve, so he's just there to have fun and get some dubs.
Jeff had a slew of messages from Steve when he was finishing up at work that night:
"Hey Jeffster, I played duos with your roommate tonight, he's something else. xx"
"Is he a flirt with everyone or do I have a chance? xx"
"Kind of want to shoot my shot, is that okay? Y/Y? xx"
"jk Y/N? If Y can you pass my digits on to him? tyvm xx"
"Also here's a crazy question, lmao, what's his name? xx"
"I just spent 6 hours calling him Roommate. FML I'm such an asshole. xx"
Steve sends kisses to everyone because he had an ex (nobody named) who would get pissy and think he was being Weird with them if he forgot (which he oft did), so on the advice of his best friend (Robin, of course), he started sending them to everyone to make a habit. He has sent kisses to his dad, his legal team, and someone who rearended his car once. Guess which was the most awkward.
Additionally there's more under the "#Steddie KingScoops" tag because I have no chill.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
His voice was flat, unimpressed, the barest hitch to it that no one would ever catch.
Steve just grinned, kept tracing his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, figure-8s around the knuckles, the barest trace of maddening pressure that made Eddie's throat click around a swallow.
"Eddie," Steve said, solemnly, a tiny quirk of a grin hidden at the edge of his mouth.
"Hospital hand-holding," Eddie said, going for his most maddeningly pedantic, "is for coma patients and grandparents. Siblings, possibly. Spouses, I'll allow."
The grin wasn't hidden any more, curling Steve's mouth up into something indescribably soft. Eddie'd look away, look at the damp-stained ceiling, if that didn't feel like admitting defeat.
"So more than friends, is what you're telling me," Steve said, squeezing Eddie's hand a little tighter. Eddie had to bite back a soft noise - almost managed it, too.
"Are we even- " Eddie started, then redirected, to avoid the line forming between Steve's eyebrows. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"You got a problem with me holding your hand, Munson?" Steve asked, leaning in too close, his grin lost to the brightness of his hazel eyes, his weight leaning on the bed sheets and pulling them tight against -
Eddie failed at biting back a noise again. Closed his eyes as Steve looked down.
"Look," Eddie said, shake in his voice, hopelessness in his tone, "look this is progress, okay?"
"I guess boners require blood pressure," Steve said, his tone a little off.
"It's not my fault you're some kind of fairytale hero," Eddie said helplessly. "I can't help it if my dick's kind of in love with you now."
A pause, then another tightening of Steve's fingers.
"Just your dick?" he asked, and there was something in his voice that sounded like it wanted to be hope.
thank you sirsackballington for introducing me to this wonderful AU. And you know me, Im a sucker for any media with adopted father trope (bonus points if he never planned to become a father)
I just adore the idea of Mr "brought order to chaos in prison" being terrified of 3 kids. And I mean, they all have superpowers, so there's a reason for the stress 🧂🧂🧂
It's all laughs and jokes when Eddie's uncle is obsessed with Steve Harrington. How's it feel when your mom unpromptedly asks you about him, Gareth? Do you love it, Gareth? Your step-dad canceled plans with you because Steve Harrington's BMW is having issues, Jeff? Did that make you laugh, Jeff???
Fic where Steve met Eddie when they were kids and thought Eddie was so cool. To make himself seem cooler, Steve lied and told him that he lived in the newly built Hawkins Labs building and, “Yeah, I have super powers. Don't tell anyone. I’m basically Superman.”
Steve promptly forgot about this interaction and Eddie did too…right up until he learned that little girls have superpowers and monsters exist.
Things are looking rough so he nudges Steve like, “It’s now or never, man. Just do it.”
“You’re right. We could die,” Steve says, and then instead of breaking out laser vision or frost breath, he kisses Eddie.
I remember not feeling right.
There wasn't a script to follow and I couldn't find the right path so I just picked one at random.
I had friends and family I loved dearly, but it felt distant to me. Not always, just at times it would hit me that it wasn't right.
I thought that perhaps it was the depression that was building up.
Then I blamed it on the way my friendships seemed to fail over time.
But I remember when ours was strong.
Do you remember swing dancing together?
I didn't for a long time. I hid the best moments of our friendship behind the hurt you caused me.
But over time, I've forgotten what you did to hurt me so.
What words were said? How many of them were true?
Now, knowing our other friends, I can't be sure if any of them truly were.
But dancing with you has cemented in my chest. We were great partners, weren't we?
It's strange that as time has passed, that time with you has grown fonder.
It makes me wonder how you are. How it could've been different.
I think I loved you.
I think that my love for you has made it harder to find love again.
It had been easy with you.
Now, I find it hard with almost everyone.
I used to blame you.
Now I don't really have a point of blame.
I just have the wall in my heart that still has a door for you.
Isn't that the strangest part of it all?
That now, sitting here, moving out of my apartment, I find myself stuck on you.
You never visited this apartment.
But you would've been the only one I would've invited to see it.
I hate myself for that.
That you're still the only one I want to reach for.
I wish I could reach out to others.
I wanted to.
But I found myself backed into a corner from it. Dying a little at the thought.
I love you.
As crazy as it is.
You're the only one of them that I miss.
It took me a long time to understand that.
I just wanted to apologize for hesitating when you smiled at me.
I'm sorry for doubting you.
I hated myself so much that I didn't blame you for hating me as well.
It was easy to believe.
It wasn't easy to accept.
Cause I loved you.
Even then.
Even when I was some stupid kid that thought high school couldn't be over fast enough.
I did everything I could to run away.
I'm sorry I ran from you.
I'm sorry I loved you.
I'm sorry I love you.
I should've realized sooner.
When you came to me at graduation and mentioned colleges, careers, I had wanted to go with you.
I ignored it.
I thought I was being stupid and foolish.
The only thing that was stupid, was me.
I'll reach out one day, if you'll let me.
I won't expect anything.
My heart's too tired to be hopeful.
Just, if you ever cared for me.
Answer me…
even if you tell me to go.
I would deserve it.
But I would really like to be in your life again.
You don't have to worry about my love.
It has been beaten down until it's broken and unsure.
Until I struggle with anything of the sort.
Or, I usually do at least.
Cause I think you're the only one I've ever smiled at the idea of kissing.
You're the only one I could imagine living with and loving.
I never realized that.
I thought that part of me was broken.
Maybe it's just been yours for so long I forgot that it could ever be mine...
I saw a post about Shane and Ilya being sad that they can't thank each other in their acceptance speeches like other can with their spouses and it got me thinking:
Ilya wins his first awards and hes got nobody he really wants to thank after his team and coach cause he he hates his family but he knows his speech is too short so on impulse he goes "And I want to thank Shane Hollander for being slightly worse than me this season". Everyone knows it was going to one of those two, so everyone thinks hes an asshole to say that but whats new so it works for him. But from then on it then becomes a bit for both of them to thank each other in their speeches in a snide way as a reason they won.
Shane winning the Art Ross Trophy (Awarded to the player who leads the league in total points at the end of the regular season). and going "special thanks to Rozanov for missing at least 5 shots this season, he was a huge help"
Ilya winning the Conn Smythe Trophy (Awarded to the most valuable player for his team in the playoffs.) "Just want to give a quick shout out to Hollander for getting knocked out in the second round this season. Must hate to see me up here."
They find a way to mention the other in their speeches every time all the time.
You know that meme that’s like “A job will have you, a 21 year old, with a 55 year old bestie” Well, AU where Ilya gets hired at the Treasury Board and quickly becomes besties with David Hollander. They’re really good at their jobs so they finish most of their work by 10:30 am and spend the rest of the day fucking around and pretending to be busy together. They get lunch together and talk shit about their boss. David tells Ilya that he’s throwing a birthday party and asks Ilya to come. “You can meet my son and talk hockey! I think you’ll like him!” Ilya decides to go and the party is in full swing when he arrives. David takes him around, introducing him to people until they make it to David’s son. David introduces him to Shane and Ilya is taken by how beautiful Shane is. He’s admiring Shane’s freckles when it dawns on him that he’s staring at THE Shane Hollander, best hockey player in the league. David told him that his son plays hockey but he never put it together that David’s Shane was THE Shane. Ilya and Shane end up in the far corner of the living room, talking all night as the party goes on around them. Years later at their wedding, during his speech, David admits to throwing the birthday party to hook Ilya and Shane up.
