Eddie, posting to Tiktok: Pro-tip to any up-and-coming musicians that are dating school teachers
Eddie: If you’re on late night talk show and the host asks if your partner is there with you that night, don’t say ‘no, he couldn’t make it. He has school in the morning.’
Eddie: Someone is going to take that in the worst possible context and you will have a lengthy meeting with your PR manager
There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.
Steve talking about his boyfriend Eddie, how nice and sweet he is, and everyone else is confused because their Eddie??? The guy that throws food at anyone to get their attention??? The guy who openly jeers at everyone but Hellfire and a select few people in the cafeteria?! The one that pushes and shoves his club-mates around in the hallway thinking it’s the funniest thing ever?? THAT Eddie?
And Steve’s like yeah, duh. That’s just how he is. He just tries to be tough and scary.
Everyone starts to plot. How do they find this secret side to Eddie that Steve found?? Turns out the answer is found, when they’re all hanging at Steve’s.
Everyones in the kitchen, filling their plate with snacks while Steve finishes the brownies. Eddie walks over to him, wraps his arms around his waist. Gives him a few pecks on his neck and everyone thinks this is it.
Robin, who was closest to the pair, pestering him to let her eat the batter, watches the exact moment as Steve’s eyes shut, and Eddie lifts his head, a mischievous smile on his face as he snatches the spatula, and jumps away. Licking a long stripe down the middle.
And that’s when they realize, while Steve shakes the ever-loving life out of the metalhead because ‘now I need another spoon!’ That Eddie doesn’t act any different.
Steve just sees that stuff in him because of how he is.
i like to think about robin and eddie having a lot of mutual respect and care while also thinking the other is incredibly annoying. solidarity and hostility in one.
they’d die for each other but when the have to be in one room together, alone, for 20 minutes it will end in them arguing over the dumbest shit.
when eddie rings stobins doorbell to get steve for a date, robin opens it and the vibe is very much estranged and divorced parents passing their kid back and forth
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
The spiritual successor to Miette
Might I also add
May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit
Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children
I am so incredibly glad we finally moved on from “i can has”. Cats are clearly smart enough for advanced sentence structure and dumb enough to draw entirely incorrect conclusions about what they’re talking about.
My cat, banging the cabnet door over and over and over: bang bang bang
Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.
My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang
Me: ksst!
My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she’s been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!
Me: ok
My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang
[image description: digital art of steve harrington and eddie munson sitting across from each other in a cracked bathtub. eddie is very pale and very filthy and Steve is cradling his hands while saying “cradle.” the wall behind them is half blue tile, half grey-cream plaster. /end id.]
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drew a little snapshot of The Bath Scene from @azrielgreen’s you’re divine<3
i’m pretty sure in the actual scene they’re both wearing pants (and i think steve has his shirt on) but i couldn’t be bothered drawing clothes so they’re either naked or in their underwear that’s up to you
bonus!
how (not) to teach your monster friend how to wash his hair:
[image description: a three paneled comic drawn in black and white, with steve and eddie still facing each other in the bath.
steve tells eddie “Like this-” while eddie watches, confused, and then dunks himself under the water. eddie panics and dives after him.
in the last panel he’s holding a soaking steve by the face with a grumpy expression and saying “no.” /.end id]
Steve Harrington my favorite head empty no thoughts himbo, you would most definitely assume that your fellow queer friends knew you liked both. No need to come out to them, they obviously know. That’s why they are so comfortable with him, right? Like he doesn’t want to shout it from the rooftops because it’s obviously not safe, but surely Robin and Eddie can sense him from a mile away? They don’t need to worry about him at this gay bar. Wait—why are they so shocked that he just made out with a guy on the dance floor?
It is inherently fun and sexy to say statements that swap the traditional genders of pronouns and term mid-statement, such as: “I’m going to make him my wife” “She’s my boyfriend” “Who says a guy can’t be a pretty princess?” “That girl’s the coolest dude I’ve ever met” Gender is a set of watercolors and the prettiest shades come from mixing the paints together.