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*Steve cleaning a red stain out of his shirt*
Eddie (morose): It's messed up that after all of the shit you've been through, you know how to remove a blood stain so well.
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Steve: This is spaghetti sauce, and the only reason I know how to do this is because one time you walked across my lunch table and kicked Carol's lasagna all over my favorite sweater.
Steddie | Explicit | 94.9k OMG I can't believe it! The thirteenth and FINAL chapter of To Summon the Divine is now up! You can read it here Art by the absolutely amazing TheLovelyLeviathan! She really brought my vision to life for these two! You can see her original post here š¤āØ I'm so happy people have come on this journey with me! I poured so much into this fic, and the response has been overwhelming in the best way! š„¹š„¹š„¹
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Happy birthday to dear @battythejester ! š¦šā¤ļø Here's a little something for their fic Survival in Motion (in which Eddie is a ballet instructor), go shower their AO3 with lovely comments!! š©°š§āš©°ā¾ā¹ļø
Steddie dads have so many of those "proud parent of an honor student" bumper stickers on their camper/car.
They get both of their dream lives. Eddie tours in a successful but mid-tier famous band signed by an independent record label. He tours during the summer, bringing his family along on the road. He gets to spend the summers with his best friends, jamming out and making enough money that he only has to take odd jobs during the rest of the year.
Steve becomes a counselor. He gets to mentor kids and connect them with resources, and then go home to his own kids, three born to Nancy, their surrogate. It's not the six he thought he wanted, but with Eddie's mutt, Kujo, a rotating door of not-so-kid-like kids, and his job, it's everything. Plus, summers off means all the sun soaked cross country adventures his heart desires.
Eddie's old van was decommissioned in 89, but the new one is safer, and the back is well used. Steve even agreed to let Eddie get a custom paint job, the whole thing black with red flames, the Corroden Coffin logo on the left side. The camper is a nice little capsule, a soft yellow with white siding.
Their oldest starts the trend. Iris is whip smart, something they both attribute to Nancy. It doesn't surprise Steve or Eddie when she makes the honor roll in her first year of middle school. Iris is shy, bashful of attention despite being the oldest, but doesn't protest when her dads proudly place the sticker the school sent in the mail on the back of the van.
Levi (Lee) is less academically inclined, and when he turned 11, teachers and family friends started to compare him to his older sister, he struggled. Started to talk down to himself and gave up on schoolwork before he even started. Lee was one hell of a skater, though, picked it up from his favorite auntie, Max.
They set up the whole thing, putting a sealed, official-looking envelope in their own mailbox. They call Lee down, telling him something came for him in the mail. They aren't expecting the tears, but it's a moment they won't forget, the whole family gathering outside to put the new sticker on. "Future Pro Skater On Board," the sticker says
Of course, they couldn't keep little Wren out of the new tradition. He was an artsy little guy, recreating the images in his picture books as well as any five year old could. He loves to sing and dance and give his family all his best drawings, which they cherish.
He doesn't really understand it, but he relishes getting to slap a sticker of his own art onto the back of his dad's van.
They amass more over the year, some serious, others increasingly silly, but they all come from the heart. Eventually, there are so many that they need to start migrating to the camper, covering the yellow siding.
"My Kid Played Sigfried in Swan Lake? What Does Your Kid Do?"
"Future US Senator On Board."
"Proud Parent Of An Adrenaline Junkie"
"Yes, That's Was My Kid Flipping You Off. Use Your Blinker"
"We're Headed To The Michaels Arts and Crafts. Please Stand By For Masterpieces."
Eddie buying Steve a plush Ewok on valentine's day. Giving it a little rose to hold. And bringing Steve a box of chocolates to finalllyyyyyyy confess his feelings.
He shows up on Steve's doorstep around noon, so fucking nervous his knees are shaking. He rings the door bell and then walks in a circle twice, like an impatient cat, his hands shaking as they hold his gifts.
Steve answers the door with that cute little pout, not expecting anyone today. He hides at home on valentines now. But he smiles when he sees Eddie. His smile falteres for a tiny moment when his eyes fall on the Ewok and chocolates in his hands.
But then his face turns pink and he rubs the back of his neck and he's like,
"Are those for me?" All shy and Eddie has completely lost control of his speech so he opens and closes his mouth a few times before clamping his shut and just nodding.
As soon as he nods Steve lights up. He bolts out the door, the like, two steps between them and moves his hands over the Ewok and he's like,
"You got me one of the teddy bears!!! I love himmmm!" And takes it and hugs it. And then looks at Eddie and is like,
"You didn't correct me." All quiet as he pets at the Ewoks paw. And Eddie just shrugs and says,
"Do i ever?" And he know he looks besotted and gooey and love drunk. And Steve just looks at him for a minute and then nods slowly and is like,
"You wanna come in?" His hand falling to Eddie's wrist. He loses contol of his mouth again at the touch and nods again. Steve grabs the chocolates too, and then Eddie's hand.
He tugs him inside and they sit on the couch watching Star Wars, and then other stuff neither one of them pays attention to, for the rest of the day. Steve's little Ewok setting between them or on Steve's lap.
Steve names him Theodore. Eddie turns red to the tips of his ears.
(Steve's the only person besides Wayne that knows that's his real name. The only person Eddie himself has ever told. š§”)
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Somethingās wrong with Eddie.
Heās been replaced or brainwashed or SOMETHING.
Jeff canāt put his finger on it, but somethingās wrong with him.
Heās never the first one to arrive for band practice, let alone early. But here he was in the garage tuning his guitar.
Jeff is watching from across the room. Heās punctual. Heās been playing his music at a lower volume. He hasnāt killed anyoneās character out of spite in at least a month. And Mike actually deserved it last week.
Jeff even heard him make comments about the cubs/cardinals game to Wayne in passing.
And thereās something wrong with Eddieās hair.
Itās not frizzy like it normally is. It looked ⦠soft. Defined. Conditioned ā
āYouāre sleeping with Steve Harrington!ā Jeff snapped, pointing accusingly to Eddie.
Eddieās face dropped.
His eyes darted between their friends ā when did the other guys get here?
For a moment Jeff felt bad blurting it out, catching the fear in Eddieās eyes. But just like everything else Eddie has faced, heās replaced the fear with confidence.
Eddieās eyes narrowed angrily at Jeff. āSo what if I am?ā
Jeff shrugged, plucking at his strings. āGood for you, man. Just hit me, thatās all.ā
That made Eddie physically stumble. Like he wasnāt expecting that. āWhat?ā
āYouāve been different,ā Jeff said. āNot in a bad way. Good actually. Just ā made me realize it.ā
The garage was silent. As if everyone was afraid to make a move.
āIs there ā is there gonna be a problem?ā Eddie asked, all bravo drained from his voice.
āNope,ā Jeff said. āLike that weāre not waiting on you. Bring him by sometime.ā
Eddie stood still, still trying to process everything.
āHow did ā how did you know?ā
Jeff pointed to his own curls. āYour hair. Looks nice. Figured Steve washed it, huh?ā
Eddie blushed, pulling a strand over his face. There was a mumbled of a āyeah.ā
Gareth scoffed. Eddieās glare quickly went to him. Gareth threw his hands up defensively. āNo, itās just that if anyone can take that mane of yours, itās Steve āthe hairā Harrington.ā
Eddie let out a laugh. āWhatever. Just play, bozos.ā
Yeah, somethingās different about Eddie.
Heās happier than heās been in years. And Steve Harrington is to thank for that.
Whoādāve thought.
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