...but are you in the mood for ita-

bonus:

old brushes + steddie

I will always reblog this on Thursday.

hEy so. i really really hate asking for help but i’m in a ✨supremely bad✨ situation right now.

living with my family has been worse for my mental health than i thought it would be and finding work is really hard and i’m generally just not doing well, so i’d really appreciate it if you’d join my patreon so i can stay afloat until i can leave.

(some of the info is a bit outdated because i had to take a break while i finished university but i’m posting on there again now)

pasta expands and spinach shrinks. if we could have them mate we may be able to creayte a food which does not change at all when cooked

Internal carbonara engine.

when they clean the house for the first time after moving in together, steve thinks eddie's gonna put on the same music he's always blaring in his van, but he's surprised when a martina mcbride song starts playing through the speakers they installed throughout the house. he looks over and eddie is dutifully avoiding eye contact, instead choosing to keep his eyes glued to his phone, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"what's this, eds?" steve asks gently.

eddie shrugs and puts his phone down, pulling a lock of hair in front of his face. " s'what my mom used to put on when i was a kid and we'd clean the house. guess it kinda became a tradition." he picks up his phone again. "i can change it if you want, i know people have strong opinions about country music-"

"no!" steve steps forward and takes eddie's hand that's holding the phone. "no, i-" he gives him a soft smile. "i like it. i just thought you'd play one of those bands you always listen to."

eddie snorts and steps out of his space with a gentle squeeze to steve's hand and grabs a bottle of cleaner and a rag. "i have layers, steven." he lets his accent slip out a little, enjoying the flush on steve's own cheeks. "you know i was raised in kentucky before i came here. i'm just a little country boy at heart."

"yeah," steve agrees. "i just didn’t think you, like, liked any of that stuff, cause of-" he gestures at all of eddie.

a grin sweet as sin slides onto eddie's face easily. "oh baby," he drawls, "if you wanted the full experience, all you had to do was ask."

Congratulations: you scrolled so far down that you found a Balrog

Too late go to bed now....you fool.

you can ship steddie all you want and i fuckin love that for y'all but nothing will be funnier to me than the dynamic of two pretty much grown men trying to constantly one up each other to win the favour and admiration of a bunch of freshman and getting real bitchy about it with each other

some animal crossing season 2 steves 🍎🌳

Steve h

unloading the dishwasher liveblog !

plate

plate

cup

bowls

diferent. cup

“A modern retelling” oh so you mean worse

“A Muppet retelling” oh so you mean better

No brains, just fluff 🧡

obituaries in the south are so funny, they’ll be talking about a man who spent his 72 years on this earth torturing his family and terrorizing the small town he was born into and saying shit like “he ascended to his eternal reward” “he rose to glory” like no baby he did not. “was called home” is my favorite euphemism because it fails to mention if it was God or Satan who wanted him back

Eddie Munson defending his musical tastes + (being relatable).

STRANGER THINGS 4.08 - Chapter Eight | Papa

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hotel california ass website

Nah it’s the SHOES that are chewiest

spider pronouns it/ze/bit/xe