I’m caving and declaring this a multifandom blog. Some topics you might see here are:
⦿ Fanfiction ⦿ Music ⦿ HP/Marauders ⦿ the Hunger Games ⦿ Stranger Things ⦿ Interview with the Vampire ⦿ Sally Face ⦿ Date Everything ⦿ Ethel Cain ⦿
I'll likely post lots of pictures of my son (my cat)
Link to my marauders lore slideshow post is here!!!
Link to my marauders shipping spreadsheet post is here
Link to my other slide with my personal opinions on marauders ships is here
Asks welcome and encouraged!! I'm open to fandom discourse, hc's, debates, anything really. Lets chat!! I appreciate the use of tone tags :)
I'm a multishipper! Some marauders era ships I like are:
As long as a ship isn't incest/massive age gap I'll likely support it. This is not a safe space for those kinds of shippers. A little bit of toxicity and/or angst in a ship is fine, but things like incest/abuse/age gaps make me uncomfortable.
I really like music!!! I'm into pretty much all genres. Artists I like include:
⦿ Mitski ⦿ Jeff Buckley ⦿ Chappell Roan ⦿ TOOL ⦿ Beyoncé ⦿ Doechii ⦿ Tyler, The Creator ⦿ David Bowie ⦿ Lana Del Rey ⦿ Adrianne Lenker/Big Thief ⦿ Sabrina Carpenter ⦿ Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks ⦿ Radiohead ⦿ The Cure ⦿ SOAD ⦿ Fiona Apple ⦿ Bauhaus ⦿ Florence + the Machine ⦿ Ethel Cain ⦿ Lady Gaga ⦿ Dazey and the Scouts ⦿ Korn ⦿ Hozier ⦿ Led Zeppelin ⦿
I never learned how to seperate playlists by vibe so my main playlist is over 900 songs long. Here's the link if anyone's interested :3
I don't want this to be a politically focused blog, but I'd like to also take the opportunity to spread awareness on a cause that I'm passionate about; that being the ongoing genocide of the Palestinian people in Gaza and the West Bank. Below I'll have links to some credible charities and blogs that do a better job explaining the situation than I possibly could. I stand with the people of Gaza and believe in Palestinian liberation, from the river to the sea 🇵🇸🍉
BLOGS:
⦿ @/commissions4aid-international
⦿ @/northgazaupdates
⦿ @/el-shab-hussein
⦿ @/fairuzfan (I recommend taking a look at this collection of posts)
⦿ @/nabulsi
REPUTABLE NEWS OUTLETS:
⦿ Al jazeera
⦿ The Palestine Chronicle
⦿ Human Rights Watch
I don't have much in terms of DNI. Just don't be a bigot or an ass and I'm sure we can get along :)
I had personal tags but I changed my name and I’m too lazy to fix them lol
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,
The darkest moment of Eddie Munson's life is not the one where he dies.
It's the five days that come next that try to break him.
In the hours that follow his last breath, Eddie lives a little life that he'd never even dared to imagine, let alone dream in the ever after.
There is a house, one he owns, with a little line of cedar trees instead of a fence out back. It has a fireplace, just because they're cozy. In this house, the heat never disappears on some late March day right after they're allowed to turn it off for non-payment. The kitchen is airy and bright, and the fridge, he can tell, is always full of food.
There's also a husband. A legal one. Wedding photos on the walls, their family and friends all smiles as they are captured forever in laughing gazes. The man with hazel eyes gazes only at Eddie, whose face beams with pride and contentment and security.
There's a dog who's name he knows, but will never remember on day six. He's a handsome thing, big and black and smart enough to run agility trials with his husband in the spring.
There is a little girl, with bright red pigtails that neither of them can claim responsibility for. They speak of her hair as though it is a wonder, and she is growing up proud of her firey locks.
The dreamed memories are terrible. Horrendous. Drawn of pain and sorrow. And even while dead, he can feel the edges crumbling, sharp, jagged things meant to cut him into ribbons. He hates these five days.
On the sixth day, though, the sun shines bright. The real sun. An actual sun. It is orange and full and tinted by the window of his hospital room. It's beam is interrupted by a sleeping head, one that stirs as Eddie groans.
One that looks up at him with large hazel eyes and an expression of relief tinged with longing.
Eddie's dark days end when Steve Harrington smiles at him. The shadows recede and he remembers what it is to feel safe.
"Bit dramatic, Eddie. Dying?" Steve said, tone light and airy, like the magnolias that had bloomed in their yard in his death dream. "You could have just asked me out."
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