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love u Lydia 😭

the infamous deleted scene of kas eddie from s5 vt.tiktok.com/ZSarkeKtc/

steve harrington is like if a tomboy was a girl but also a boy and eddie munson is like if a wet cat was turned into a man

hiiii i still exist just v v busy w existential crisis, a debilitating crush, dating every lady in the city to get over the crush (including her. contraproductive), uni, lab, work, family etc etc. also i haven’t been able to see vol 2 yet. but i’ll be back! i appreciate you all!

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THE COLORS

#ronance cowboy au !!
#art #strangerthings

what’s he thinking about :3

And what if Wayne had just quietly disposed of Chrissy’s body

Haunting your narrative
#strangerthings #steddie

truly obsessed with backwards cap steve like,,, it’s the end of the world and he’s prepping for war and he still stopped to pull out his little slut strands i adore him

once again reminding those without netflix that [look movie 2] usually has the episodes up in a few hours after they air c: <33

merry christmas to all my christmassy friends! ❄️🎅🏽☃️🎄🦌 hope you have a nice time with baby jesus or whatever 👼🏽

and if you have any money to spare! donate to the palestinian children's relief fund 🇵🇸:

give.pcrf.net/campaign/hol...

merry xmaaaaaaas

I hate this house, and I hate Christmas!

Eddie and Steve visit home for the holidays and break in the pull-out couch (don't worry, Wayne's at work!) For shelleyminx, Merry Christmas! 🖤 @steddieexchange.bsky.social #steddie

😭😭 thank u Rae!

someone tell me just bc she triggers my daddy issues doesn’t mean i HAVE to fall in love w her 😃 yay

heyyyy friends hope u are good! i’m busy with family xmas and developing a miserable crush on the worst possible woman to have a miserable crush on 😗 send me strenght pls

#discoelysium #discosapphics blehh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OMG YEAH

happy new stalker steve #steddie fic day!! chapter 15 of 🌹You're an angel, I'm a dog🌹 is out now!!!

archiveofourown.org/works/683662...

“I love baking, it relaxes me.” Steve says with a furrowed brow that’s a mix of sweat and powdered sugar, his pants coated in dusty handprints of dough and chocolate, his sweater sleeves wet from the constant washing of dishes and bowls and spoons and tools between recipes.

digital sketch-like drawing of eddie munson smoking a cigarette

#1985 rb.gy/3d99jz rb.gy/2guaqi

FISH POEM Stella Sacco My best friend in Catholic grade school, Tony, Lived on one side of the highway to Pittstield And between the sets of lanes, Set deep down a sharp incline, There was a little stream Running from one corrugated pipe to another And when I'd come visit we'd cross the road And we'd climb down And we'd get our hands and shoes wet And we'd hunt for cool rocks. But one day we found a big fish instead.

It was in a pool slightly deeper and wider Than the rest of the stream And we were mystified. It was big, much bigger than we figured A fish in a stream that narrow should be. Not that we had ever seen a fish there before. It was alive and so still That we were able to reach into the water And stroke it And feel its slick scales And so we sang songs to it And we called it a gentle giant And it didn't swim away And we thought it was a miracle And we wondered where it would go from there And we went back inside.

The next time I saw Tony I brought up our gentle giant And he looked at me with a sort of bladed pity And said "It was dying, dummy." He explained he had talked to his mom And his mom had said The fish came from somewhere else And had gotten stranded in that stream somehow And had nothing to eat anymore And not enough room to swim And the reason it didn't swim away from us Is because it couldn't swim away from us. It couldn't swim anywhere. We were the giants, not the fish, And we had played with it As it was dying.

I got sad. Maybe it was able to go downstream, I offered. Tony countered with a "How?" For which I did not have a great answer. But I just think If I was dying, As l am every day, I would like someone Who thought I was miraculous To touch me And feel my soft skin And sing to me While I went.

Fish Poem

debbie is so right (eddie, i’m looking at u)