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fic masterlist
(all of my full-length fics can be found on my AO3)
Stranger Things - Steddie and associates
Bonfire
in your head (zombie)
scream (until your lungs give out)
Girls, Girls, Girls
In Love With The Boy
Five Minutes
Rest
the souls who barter their pain for sweet relief
i'll be home for next year
Stranger Things - Buckingham and associates
resolutions
can’t believe i forgot to post the single best piece of graffiti ive ever seen
Rozanov gets up close and personal with longtime rival Hollander to retrieve puck
Montreal captain plans to “give it a bit” before checking Twitter
reblog to give prev a fUCKING BREAK in 2026
Sometimes a found family equals a teen boy mom, a genius child, a wanted (alleged) murderer and their demon dog and I think that’s neat.
hudson williams understands bottoming in a way i cannot begin to explain
[ID: a screenshot of a comic speech bubble. The black text in it reads "No matter how open-minded, socially conscious, anti-racist I think I am, I still have old learned hidden biases that I need to examine. It is my responsibility to check myself daily for my stereotypes, prejudices and, ultimately, discrimination." /ID end]
antiracism is a constant process. i was raised in a racist village and it's not easy to get rid of it. i moved away over 10 years ago but those ideas are still haunting me.
I hope today is good to you and if not I hope tomorrow treats you better
i love eddie always pitying and judging the girls of hawkins high that fawn over king steve
only for years later after that one spring break, steve’s charm starts working on eddie a little too well and he’s suddenly like “holy shit i have to write apology letters to every girl i made fun of, they were right”
a nice little life
written for @steddiemicrofic ‘rose’ wc: 367 | rated: T | cw: none
Eddie smiled from his rocking chair, the cool air twisting with the steam of his coffee. They’d made a nice little life of it all, he figured, seeing as how he never expected to make it to 25, let alone 50. Lord knows plenty of people (and a few supernatural horrors, if one was being specific) tried to stop him. He was alive from pure spite by now.
The grey sky couldn’t dampen his mood, not as long as those lemon-yellow overalls puttered about the yard. They’d have been garish on anyone else, but they were just right for Steve, his sun, his heart.
“I think this is the year!” Steve called, waving a trowel in the air. Time had been kind to him, evidenced only by the silver at his temples and the lines around his eyes. “This is the year the Eddie wins!”
“It’s not even spring yet, but I respect your confidence.”
“Yeah, but come look at this bush!”
Shaking his head, he stood, wrapping a calloused hand around his cane as he slowly made his way to the railing. He couldn’t move like he used to. Demobats did that to you.
He glanced at where Steve gestured. “That sure is a bush.”
“But look at it. You see those branches? Those are going to hold the good buds. I’ll submit those.”
“I’ve been familiar with ‘good bud’ once or twice in my day.”
“Roses are serious business, Eds. I’m not losing to that bitch in Hopkinsville again.” Steve’s glare was lovingly annoyed. “American Ingenuity is a stupid name for a flower. They weren’t even pretty.”
Eddie shrugged. “I’m telling you, I think she slept with the head judge.”
“Ew, they’re like 90. I don’t want to think about them having sex.”
The scrunch of Steve’s nose made him grin. “Come inside. It’s going to rain soon.”
Steve hurried up the steps, wrapping a dirty arm around his waist, but he didn’t mind. In a few months, this little house would be surrounded by a riot of colors, warm and inviting despite the thorns hidden in the leaves, a place built from years of love and dedication. It was theirs, and it was home.
there’s just somethin about steddie, man…
@brimstoneandstardust look it’s about Steddie :D I miss these two lol (also Eddie deserved better)
@griefabyss69 asked if anyone had written a fic where someone teaches el all the good swear words so i said:
gimme the fic where hopper’s like “you’re not allowed to hang out with dustin anymore” and then he marches up to steve’s house intending to be all “harrington control your sailor-mouthed son” but instead he finds steve and eddie shirtless in the backyard blasting music and covering each other in hickeys and he’s like, actually i’d rather have more war flashbacks than see that ever again. el, hang out with whoever you want i’m going fishing
cut to wayne and hopper by the river. hopper’s stiff-backed and his left eye’s twitching but wayne (who’s already caught eddie with a handful of boys by now and has given up entirely on the keep the door cracked policy in favor of just giving the kid condoms with a sex ed pamphlet or two) is relaxed as can be, whistling a tune and tapping his foot like he thinks he’s in a rocking chair, and he’s all “first time?”
“fuck off and get me another beer i don’t wanna talk about it”
anxious-avoidant blogging style
Do the birds know we grieve?
Do their lungs constrict with mine
in the warm agony, fighting to take in life
with each expansion?
Or do they look on with pity
at the glimmering light of our existence from
their circling far above, mocking in every cry?
“Look at me.
Look at what I can reach.
The tears cannot consume me in the sky.”
EDDIE MUNSON Stranger Things, 4.05 | “The Nina Project”
Therapy is risky because sometimes they'll just ask you their standard "why can't you, though", and you think you're making some good point by saying something like "well if I don't do anything with my life then what's the point of being alive in the first place" and your therapist gets that look on their face and you immediately realise that your dumb ass just got caught, pinned to the ground with your stupid-ass neck between the spikes of a pitchfork, and you are not going to wiggle out of there before you two unpack what the fuck you just said.
As a former psychiatric nurse, I am here to tell you in utter seriousness that OUR ENTIRE DAMN JOB is to listen carefully enough to you that we can feed you the lines that will get you to this place: where you HEAR the thing that just actually fell out of your face while you were so busy trying to hold your act in place that you couldn't keep it from doing that.
The human mind—that exquisitely complex thing—is ALL about maintaining its current smooth operational status. EVEN when that status is wildly dysfunctional and/or destructive. I mean, the brain says, hardly ever hearing its own desperation, everything's working pretty well right now, isn't it? And it can't hear the (internal laugh track) audience's painful response.
Our job is to startle you into hearing the internal laugh track: and yeah, the pain. There is no other way to get out of the pain than to acknowledge that you're in it, and at least to begin acknowledging the sources of it.
...All those light bulb jokes? About really having to want to change? They're bullshit. Believe me when I tell you that no one really wants to change. The one thing everyone I ever worked with in therapy wanted was to to stay just the way they were... just (somehow, magically) less uncomfortable. And surprise!—that's not how getting better works.
Meanwhile: this is one reason I'm lucky as a writer... because having helped actual human beings walk through this process is one of the best possible forms of preparation for walking fictional characters through it.
And if having done it with real people sometimes makes it come across in the fiction as perilously close to comedy in the timing of how it unfolds? Well, sometimes it comes across that way with the real people too. And the laughter associated with your client realizing who the joke's been on may sometimes be painful, but (when it's genuine) has a uniquely joyous sound through the pain that can't be matched by any other human experience. It's a privilege to be part of that when it happens.
All you can do is keep feeding the person you're working the straight lines they've been telling you they need... and then wait for them to give up and bite.
Me: Alright I’m going to be super productive tomorrow!
Me, the second my alarm goes off:
