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This is a gorgeous piece of artwork.
words cannot express how obsessed I am with the Keira Knightley/Jack Davenport audio commentary on the first Pirates of the Caribbean film
I need to get the full commentary, this is hilarious.
IDK WHY IM NERVOUS POSTING?? anyway this has been sitting in my wips for possibly⦠maybe 9 months so congratulate pls
I wish I could say it has a cool concept (beyond KAS!Eddie) but honestly its (in my mind) just one of Eddieās nerdy wet dreamsĀ
ALSO I JUST NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT STEVE IS FINE (he is so. so. fine)
Need to share so I can see this again and again.
every reread kills me a little bit more
reread and enjoy <3
People debate if Eddie or Steve would sayĀ āI love youā first, but I propose an alternative perspective where they both say it long before they start dating and confuse the hell out of everyone, including themselves.Ā
Almost dying could put your life into perspective.Ā
When Eddie awoke in his hospital bed with his uncle at his side and the late afternoon light shining through the window blinds, he was struck with the kind of death-bed revelation reserved for men sentenced to dangle from gallows or grit worn teeth down the muzzle of guns. He was alive, despite the assumed certainty of his death hours or days before.Ā
Eddie let Wayne hold him, despite how much it hurt because the pain reminded him he was alive, that heād made it out on the other side. Without thought, Eddie told Wayne he loved him. It wasnāt the first time heād said it, but he couldnāt remember the last time itād happened.Ā
They were long past the first fewĀ tumultuous years when Eddie had moved in with Wayne. Where theyād tiptoed around each other and waited with bated breath for their shared peace to go wrong. Eddie hadnāt been used to living in a household where he didnāt have to walk on eggshells to get by and Wayne wasnāt used to looking after himself, let alone a kid.Ā
Theyād since found their rhythm, but it wasnāt often either man voiced their affections. Wayne showed his love. He didnāt speak it. That was just the way he was. Eddie didnāt share the manās reservations, not anymore. His adolescents was a wave that had long since crested, and all care for othersā opinions had been thrown out the window. He wasnāt shy with his love, but his proximity to death made him reckless with it.Ā
When Dustin appeared at his bedside not long after, looking as though he were staring down a spectre, Eddie knew he had to do something. He leaned over, ruffled Dustinās hair and told the kid everything was going to be okay, that he loved him.Ā
When the whole mess had died down and Eddie was able to come out of hiding, he showed up in Garethās garage at the usual time for band rehearsal. He was bombarded by a mess of limbs and an earful of questions. He told them his well-practised lie then muttered how glad he was to be back, how much he loved those stupid sons of bitches, because he did and they should know it. Heād never told them that before.Ā
What Eddie hadnāt expected was to fall fast and hard for Steve Harrington. Eddie wasnāt one for fast affection or grand romantic ideals. He had his head firmly attached to his shoulders, thank you very much. He knew fast love was just infatuation. You were falling for the idea of a person, not the real deal.
He knew it was stupid and yet at seeing Steve sprawled out on the floor of his trailer, in front of their shittyĀ Philips Color TV, his usually styled hair mussed, Eddie thought he loved him, which was a terrible thought because it meant Eddie had to tell him.Ā
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that CUT TO BLACK was the longest 7 seconds of my motherfucking life fuck you duffers
Same here OP, same here.
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I found a Christmas Prompt list, and Christmas fics are a particular weakness of mine, so hereās one for fellow Christmas lovers.
December 1. āStop trying to get me under the Mistletoeā
Ministry Galas were so dull. Draco always found himself longing for the drama of the Galas and Balls that belonged in Harlequin Romance novels but the reality couldnāt be further from the conception heād had as a dewy-eyed teen.
Instead of being swept off his feet by a dashing rogue, Draco was more likely to be stuck talking to a stuffy, old man who either smelled like mulled wine or moth balls. Or in the case of Mr. Elseworth, both.
He was just trying to make his excuses to go and get a refill on the punch, when he heard quite a clatter from the hallway just off the ballroom.
His head wasnāt the only head turning as a voice, one that Draco would be able to pick out anywhere, started to shout. āFor fuckās sake, Millicent!ā Harry Potter spluttered. āStop trying to get me under the mistletoe.ā
Harry emerged from the hallway, fists balled at his sides; tall, dark, and brooding and Dracoās heart turned over in his chest.
Millicent Bulstrode followed Harry out of the hallway, jogging a few steps to catch up.
Most people tried to make it appear that they werenāt listening to the drama unfolding but Draco gave no such pretense. āExcuse me, would you, Mr. Elseworth?ā
He made his way toward the punch table, also conveniently toward Harry and Millicent, and made a show of filling up his punch while he listened.
āIām not interested,ā Harry growled, as he stacked too many cookies, crackers, and cheeses onto his tiny plate at the other end of the table.
āBut maybe if you just gave it a try-ā
āIām gay!ā Harry all but shouted and no one in the room was pretending not to listen anymore. āAlright? Itās not you, Millicent, youāre lovely,ā he spat with more contempt than a compliment ought to have, āI am just very not interested in women.ā
He gestured wildly toward the press corner with his plate, āDid you get that? Iām bent. Completely and irrevocably into men. Gayer than the most cheerful Christmas decoration.ā His eyes landed on Draco, went soft around the edges, and Draco couldnāt help but smile back.
āYou know what else?ā Harry continued, tossing his plate onto the table before taking the half dozen steps to Dracoās side. āIām completely head over arse for this man,ā he said, taking Dracoās face in both hands and kissing him in front of the press and everyone else.
Dracoās glass slipped from his hands as his fingers fisted in Harryās auror robes and he kissed him back.
He pulled back and whispered, āIām gone on you, Draco Malfoy, and I donāt care who knows it.ā
āMe too,ā Draco managed to respond before the press seemed to find their tongues and there was a flurry of movement and pictures being taken.
Harry pulled himself away from their embrace, but kept Dracoās hand firmly in his own as he started answering questions. Draco stood at his side, certain that heād find the pictures of his smug smile unbearable in the morning papers, but he just couldnāt help himself.
He glanced over and saw Millie standing at the end of the table, grinning. She raised a glass to him and he mouthed thank you.
He really was going to have to get her the best Christmas present this year for helping him pull this off. Sometimes fate just needed a little push.
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Ben Solo my babey!! Just like his dad and proud of it. I love drawing him like this :ā))
Ah, what I'd give to see Ben dressed like this in a series.
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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Day 03: Present | WC: 926 | Rated: T | Warnings: Swearing. | Tags: Pre-relationship; First meeting; Modern setting; No Upside Down; Sad Steve Harrington, but just for a while.
Steve knows he should have bought Robinās present earlier, but he forgot, okay?
His father has been acting like a complete ass for the past months āmore than usual, that isā, breathing down Steveās neck and criticizing every single deal Steve closes at work, every single decision he makes, just for the sake of being an asshole.
And as if that isnāt stressful enough, Nancy thought now, one fucking week before Christmas, would be a great time to let Steve know that she couldnāt see a future with him anymore and that she wanted to break things off.
So, excuse him if Steve has been a little too preoccupied with other things to remember sooner that he still needs to buy a fucking Christmas present for his friend.
Jesus Christ, heās not gonna cry in the middle of a store. He refuses.
Absolutely kicks arse does Karen Wheeler! Nancy is hard as nails thanks to her mum.
The drive back to Beacon Hills feels shorter than it should. Maybe itās because Stiles has spent half of it with his knee bouncing, his brain a hurricane of what ifs and rehearsed confessions. Or maybe itās just that heās finally coming home, to the one person whoās been stuck in his chest like a virus he canāt shake.
When he parks the Jeep outside the loft, he sits there for a long moment, hands gripping the steering wheel until the faint tremor in his fingers calms. The sun is setting behind the building, the sky a smudged watercolor of gold and violet, and Stiles laughs quietly to himself because of course the universe would try to make this look cinematic.
Inside, the loft looks the same - industrial, quiet, lived in. It smells faintly of coffee, cedar, and something familiar and grounding. Derekās scent.
āHey,ā Derek says from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, looking up with that small, cautious smile that still hits Stiles like a punch to the ribs. His hairās longer now, a little curlier. Thereās stubble on his jaw that Stiles wants to trace with his thumb.
āHey,ā Stiles echoes, his voice somehow both too quiet and too loud.
They talk about nothing at first. the drive, how schoolās going, how the packās been. Itās easy, the way it always is once Stiles stops thinking too hard. Derek leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes soft in that way that used to scare Stiles because he didnāt know what it meant. Now he does.
Finally, Stiles takes a step closer. His heart is hammering so hard it almost drowns out his voice. āI, um⦠thereās something I shouldāve said before I left for school. Something I shouldāve said a long time ago.ā
Derekās brow furrows, but he doesnāt move away.
āI missed you,ā Stiles says. āLike, stupidly. Like, wake-up-thinking-about-you, dream-about-you, wish-you-were-there-for-everything kind of missed you. And I think itās because - no, I know itās because I love you. Iāve loved you for a while.ā
The air seems to still. Derek blinks once, twice, his breath catching. Then, slowly, the tension melts off his shoulders. āYouāre not the only one,ā he murmurs, voice low and rough.
Stilesā heart does an actual somersault. He grins, a little dazed. āYeah?ā
āYeah,ā Derek says, stepping closer. āYou really think Iād spend all those nights making sure you didnāt get yourself killed if I didnāt?ā
Stiles laughs, the sound shaking, relieved, and then Derek kisses him.
Itās soft at first, hesitant, almost testing, but it deepens quickly. It feels like something theyāve both been building toward for years, slow and certain. Derekās hand comes up to cradle the back of Stilesā neck, thumb brushing his jaw. Stiles presses closer, fingers sliding down Derekās chest, tracing the unfamiliar planes that have always felt untouchable, until they arenāt.
When his hands settle on Derekās stomach, Derek flinches. Just barely, but enough.
This is so soft and warm š š
like father like son
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Still processing and realizing at random times again that the main plotline of season 5 is that a gay man accepting himself gives him the power defeat evil.
That's the main plot.
We've never had this. We've just- we've just never had this.
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STRANGER THINGS 5.04 || SORCERER
I was looking for the answers in somebody else, but⦠I had all the answers. I just needed to stop being so goddamn scared. Scared of who I really was. And once I did that, I was so free. It's like I could fly.