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@chocoarts has once again blown my mind by bringing my little steddie lines to life. I don’t even have words to describe how in awe I am of choco’s skills. The lighting, the colors, the style, EVERYTHING is just so breathtaking- I’m forever grateful and honored to collab with you 💕
Concept: I say both of us! I said a pre-s4 steddie pep rally and you specified s2 :)
Literally everything else (including Reefer Rick 🤩): @chocoarts
the bare-bones sketch i sent under the cut:
something something the spicy six go to vegas and...slightly nsfw below
“Oh God, no” is the first thought that runs through Steve Harrington’s head as the morning light pulls through the windows and into his eyes. He buries his face into his pillow as he feels his stomach lurch, the sins from last night’s alcohol consumption returning with a vengeance. He knows he has to get himself out of bed and into the bathroom before disaster strikes but another thought hits him.
He’s naked.
Probably done in a fit of being too drunk and too lazy to leave his boxers on. He just hopes Eddie didn’t see him because they’re sharing a room on this trip. Though Eddie was just as plastered as he was so it’s unlikely he cares. Still, the idea of Eddie seeing him like that makes his face flush. That could also be the nausea though.
Steve nearly jumps out of his skin when an arm wraps around his bare waist and a nose buries itself into his spine. There is hair, a lot of hair touching his skin.
Holy shit, did he bring someone home? To their shared hotel room?
Eddie must have bunked with Robin and Nancy or Jonathan and Argyle. They’re all going to be so pissed at him.
Steve lifts his head just enough to turn over his shoulder and sneak a peek at this mystery person, already figuring out how to get them out of his hotel room before the others wake up and pound on his door for breakfast.
It’s not someone sleeping next to him. It’s Eddie.
The someone as far as Steve’s heart is concerned.
-the bookshop-
crowley: *pacing*
aziraphale: *drumming his fingers*
crowley, frustrated: okay, I’m sick of this, angel.
aziraphale: shh *glances at the back room* keep your voice down.
crowley, whispering: we haven’t been alone in such a long time. every time we try…he’s always there.
aziraphale, sighs: yes, I’ll admit it’s becoming…suffocating…
crowley: let’s go somewhere. without him.
aziraphale: we can’t do that *pauses* can we?
crowley: yes! just tell him you’re going out. I’ll handle everything else.
aziraphale, smiles: okay, that sounds wonderful.
crowley, pleased: great. I’ll send a message *leaves*
-one hour later-
aziraphale, reading a note: lunch at the ritz. half an hour. c
gabriel, appears behind him: secret admirer, huh?
aziraphale, jumps: what? n-no *screws up the note* um, I’ve just remembered, I have to go out actually.
gabriel, smirking: uh-huh…
aziraphale, waves a hand: completely unrelated.
-later, the ritz-
aziraphale, raises an eyebrow: this is your ideal location for a clandestine rendezvous?
crowley, shrugs: it’s worked for us in the past.
aziraphale, nods: I don’t mind. it’s just nice to finally be alone.
crowley: yeah *pauses* angel-?
gabriel: room for one more?
aziraphale, startled, lets go of crowley’s hand: what are you doing here?
gabriel, oblivious: I followed you. thought you could use some company.
crowley, glaring: great.
gabriel, pouring himself a glass of wine: I’ve been wondering why you guys have been raving about this place.
aziraphale & crowley: *glance at each other sympathetically*
-the next day, st. james’ park-
crowley: *tossing seed to the ducks*
aziraphale: *approaching*
crowley, apprehensive: well?
aziraphale, happily: I sent him on a wild goose chase. he’s gone to collect some books that don’t exist. we should have several hours to ourselves.
crowley, relieved: good *clears his throat* uh, I’ve missed you.
aziraphale, smiling: I’ve missed you, too *feeding the ducks* it’s been a while since we’ve been here.
crowley, nods: just the two of us.
gabriel, chirpily: yeah, it’s great.
aziraphale & crowley: …
aziraphale & crowley: *glaring at him*
gabriel, looking between them: …what?
if i ever write something set in the united states im just going to do zero research whatsoever and make stuff up to sound cool it’s equality
the lush impenetrable jungles of massachusetts
They saw an opportunity and, by god, they fucking took it.
I love you grandmother who helped me pin a trans flag to my battle vest, I love you leather daddies checking on us, I love you trans dykes driving the forklift loaded with water and ice, I love you queer kids in your renfair outfits, I love you faggot punks sizing up the cops, I love you drag queens laughing in the dressing room, I love you i love you I love you I love y
not to be a hater but if you’re gonna tag my post with this you might as well not reblog it at all
god have mercy on us all
Are you happy that they are at pride? I am I screamed :)))
They are at many prides and I love that.
It's funny how Crowley teases Aziraphale a little for not miracling away the paint on his coat.
That same demon would probably make a huge deal out of breaking one of his fingernails. Even though he can just magically fix it.
Aziraphale would probably take him for a manicure rather than miracle it for him, which suits Crowley fine because hanging out together and doing something Aziraphale enjoys, too, so he doesn’t feel too much like it’s putting Aziraphale out. My feeling is that Crowley loves being spoiled but hates feeling Aziraphale is going too far out of his way for him. He’s more comfortable with a pretense of it being something transactional or that Aziraphale is getting something out of it. Which Aziraphale is, of course, because he likes to see his snek happy as much as Crowley enjoys watching him eat cake.
“Hey, Keys, what skin are you going with?” “Oh, the ushe. Dirty stripper cop, big guns, bigger mustache.”
Free Guy (2021) dir. Shawn Levy
When the amnesiac angel is a little too observant and curious
a night at the opera. saying they clean up well would be putting it lightly.
Aziraphale should have told this little girl “actually I don’t experience homophobia because I’m not a human man, I’m an otherworldly being with no sexuality”
Eddie was always asking Steve something.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“How do you get your hair like that?”
“What did you dream about last night?”
And everytime it was about him. And that’s what had Steve confused, because why did someone so interesting like Eddie Munson want to know about boring old Steve? I mean, what you see is what you get with the guy, there’s not much to him. But Eddie seemed to be interested in it.
probably the most underrated moment of the whole season…
All great suggestions
This post gets better every time I see it
Single dad steve has a full time job so he ends up asking eddie to babysit his daughter from time to time, what is he doing? His best
Eddie insists on cleaning the gutters because it’s “too risky” for Steve, in case he slips off the ladder and hits his head or something. Needless to say, Steve is standing in a hospital room several hours later waiting for Eddie to get out of surgery for his broken arm.
Steve’s not mad at Eddie but he’s really tense because he can’t stand it when Eddie gets hurt, especially for something stupid that Steve was perfectly capable of doing himself. He’s still stress-ranting to Robin when Eddie gets back and the doctors say he may be a little out of it when he wakes up.
Steve finally eases when Eddie blinks awake, “Hey, stupid,” he says softly.
Eddie blinks dazedly up at him, a dopey little smile forming on his lips, “Whoa, man. You're pretty."
Steve shakes his head fondly, realizing Eddie has no idea who he is, "Thanks, and you're so high right now, aren't you?”
"No, I'm single. Do you have a wife?"
"I have a husband.”
"Shit... Can he fight?"
Steve snorts, looking over at Robin who’s snickering quietly behind her hand.
"He's you, Eddie, remember?"
A big grin lazily breaks out across Eddie’s face, this unrestrained happiness that makes Steve feel like the sun just rose inside his chest.
"What? You're my husband?” Eddie exclaims, much too loud for a quiet hospital room but Steve doesn’t care, “Holy shit!” He keeps repeating it, blinking and rubbing his face with his uninjured hand, looking at Steve like he can’t believe his eyes, like he’s falling in love for the first time all over again.
As the nurses come in and out of the room, Eddie just keeps telling everyone, “Look at my husband, I hit the pretty boy jackpot,” giggling deliriously when Steve holds his hand. It’s cute enough to make Steve forget how mad he is for now.
Stranger Things Season 1: you need spacesuits to be in the upside down
Stranger Things Season 4: Steve breasted boobily into the upside down to fight bats sensually with his teeth
his tits are his armor
