me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
me, when a poem says something i’m feeling at this very moment
me when a poem evokes a new feeling I haven't felt before
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me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
me, when a poem says something i’m feeling at this very moment
me when a poem evokes a new feeling I haven't felt before
im just putting this here
Polaroid #1 May 28th, 1987
God, bless this butt 🙌
The next moment he did this *nom*
Doodle of my waking situation this morning
new eddie and robin for stranger things day!!!
if a blog you follow for one fandom/topic is also posting about a fandom/topic you're not interested in, do you:
unfollow
accept it (like one learns to accept all the facts of life with a smile)
accept it (with the long, deep sigh of a suffering soul)
just block out the tags you're not interested in
depends on whether you don't care or actively dislike the fandom/topic
some other secret option (tags)
show me the results
“People call me dad…or mom.”
All these two lovesick homosexuals did was go for a walk in a monster-infested forest for 5 minutes, share clothes and one very wrong hetero-dating advice for my brain to stop functioning for 14 months and still counting.
requested by lesbianfeministsstuff
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the e + s on eddie’s ring 😭😭😭😭😭
wowowow, this just punched me in the throat all over again
just fell to my knees
That scene where Steve and Eddie are talking in the woods, in the Upside Down, plagues my mind. Eddie looks so teeny tiny next to Steve. Small. Baby. But he can throw Steve around like it's easy. I am foaming at the mouth.
Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie -Cry little Sister.
On insta I said I was going to do a special picture for Friday the 13th as it's also my birthday. And everyone seemed to agree it was to be Lost Boys or Steddie. So here's Lost Boys Steddie. Steve thinks it's just an innocent beach date and he’s embarrassed by his ketchup accident. And Eddie is trying so hard not to reveal his not so innocent vampire tendencies. Or you could say I just wanted to draw cute guys in leather 😁
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It’s 1994, and Eddie’s been a guest of Uncle Sam at Pelican Bay since it opened in ‘89, when his public defender stopped defending and he resigned himself to the sixty to life bag the Spring Break of ‘86 had left him holding. Sure, the series of frantic transfers that made Wayne and the Party lose track of him (and cost him his unlikely prison penpal, Steve Harrington) truly were a bummer, but life’s actually not too bad, in the long run: he’d got three hots and a cot, ya know, and sometimes a few of the other inmates actually believe him when he tells them he’s innocent. Still — the new lawyer and a paralegal shaped suspiciously like one Erica Sinclair is starting to give him pause, and make him wonder if the story's not quite over yet…
Or: a story about seven letters, the worst love song ever written, and a heist.
read the completed fic by @greatunironic HERE or listen to the gorgeous podfic by @daysarestranger HERE
written for @steddiebang