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The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks | Part 1

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Steve didn’t have the heart to tell the kids about how Billy didn’t back off after Max’s threat. Not when they seemed to look up to him for some reason. So, instead, he stayed out of Billy’s way as much as he could. But it seemed like the man was hunting him down. It got to the point that Steve dropped basketball.

Steve got used to being slammed into lockers and taunts from the people he used to friends with. So what if he wasn’t top dog anymore? So what if he didn’t have any friends his own age? So what if Nancy dumped him (ripped his heart out and stomped on it with bullshit)? So what if Billy left bruises on his body with well time jabs and kicks? Steve was an adult he could handle this…

However, as he was shoved into the janitors closet and hearing the lock click behind him, he thought maybe it was getting worse. He slammed his shoulder to the door but it didn’t budge and he heard Billy’s stupid laughter outside. “Enjoy your alone time, princess,” Billy taunted.

Steve slid to the ground and tried not to panic. He wasn’t going to freak out just because it’s dark and he doesn’t have anything to protect himself. He really wasn’t going to. He wasn’t that much of a loser that he was scared of the dark.

Then he started to cry. He normally was a silent crier, but normally, he wasn’t struggling to breathe. He curled around himself and tried not to think of creatures with mouths that took up their entire head and opened like flower petals. Really, he was trying. But Steve just couldn’t focus.

There was a soft voice outside the door that shook him from his isolation. “Hey man, you alright?” A dude questioned, and Steve tried to focus so he could answer. “Imma pick the lock, just gimme a minute. I’ve got ya,” the voice was smooth, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t really want to be seen at the moment, but he wanted out more.

The door clicked, and Steve crawled back so it could open. Eddie Munson was crouched there, a few things in his hands that he probably used to pick the lock. The known drug dealer looked frozen in shock at the sight of Steve, and Steve basically plowed into him to get out of the room quickly.

His brain was fried, and he really wanted to cling to Munson and let the calm voice focus him. Instead, he backed off and pressed his back to the wall, hanging his head between his thighs. “Thanks,” he mumbled and hid his tear stained face from the other.

“Uh, it’s um, not a problem… Usually, I’m helping others after you pick on them, though,” Eddie’s voice wasn’t as soft as it had been. It made Steve wince and curl up tighter on himself. Of course, Munson would hate him…

“Never shoved anyone in janitor closets before,” he said instead.

“Ahh, lockers then.”

Steve shook his head, “You could really hurt someone doing that. What if no one found them? Or if they passed out or something?” He pointed out and finally looked up at the other boy. Eddie was just staring at him like he’s never seen Steve before. “I never wanted to hurt anyone,” Steve breathed out, but it came out more snappish than he meant it to.

“Right… so how come King Steve was shoved into the closet?” Eddie questioned and Steve looked away from him. “Did you sleep with someone’s girl-”

“Jesus man, I get it! You hate me but can you fucking stop? Not everything that happens to me is my fault, okay?” Steve snapped, and Eddie flinched back. “Fuck, stop acting like I’ll hurt you, Jesus. Billy’s just an asshole who needs a punching bag, okay? And he learned that he can take he down, okay?” He gestured to the slowly healing bruises on his face.

Eddie was staring at him, “why you?”

Steve scoffed, “cause he can’t take it out on his sister anymore? Cause he’s an asshole with mommy issues? Or maybe just because he knows I won’t fight back! I don’t know, I’m not in his brain! I don’t know what he thinks when he trips me in the hallway or throws a ball at my head in the gym!”

Eddie blinks and gets up to his feet, but then he holds out his hand in offering. “Come on, man.” Steve takes it and lets Eddie pull him to his feet. He’s still a little shaky, but he manages to stay on his feet. “I’ve been known to adopt lost sheep,” he’s guided away towards the exit and he’s so shocked he doesn’t fight it.

“Thought you hated me,” He points out.

Eddie laughs, “eh, you can just buy me dinner.” Eddie pauses for a moment, but Steve is already nodding. It makes Eddie grin, and he throws an arm around his shoulder. “Welcome to the land of the outcasts. Here I’m the king.” He gestures to the group of people smoking by one of the picnic benches outside.

“You’ll lose a few cool-dude points if you’re seen with us,” Eddie smiles like it’s funny but Steve just feels bad. These were the people he never stood up for. These were the people he never looked at, just ignored.

Steve smiles and looks at Eddie, “you inviting me into the Munson cult?”

Eddie’s grin goes sharp, “You gotta earn that. I’m offering you a starting point.”

Steve thinks about how lonely he’s been and how kind Eddie’s voice had been. “So, how do I climb up the ladder? My only skills are giving rides, basketball, and hair.”

“Don’t forget the Harrington charm,” Eddie grins and it’s kinder. “Show us yourself, and we’ll see from there.” He whispers before turning to the group of people.

“Gentlemen, we have a traveler from the halls of royalty! He’s come to bless us with his presence!” Eddie’s voice is filled with so much emotion. Steve almost misses the way the group tenses up.

Steve might have a while to go before they trust them. But he thinks maybe it could be worth it. Especially as Eddie looks back at him with a smile that makes Steve’s stomach flip. “Uh, hey,” he smiles awkwardly, wiggling his fingers in greeting.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #season 2 au #steddie fic

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today you get to see this little crochet mouse i doodled <3

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What a bride SHOULD wear

Today, I had a really lovely woman come in. She was a plus size widow who was getting remarried at about age 50, and was a complete ball of nerves about what she SHOULD be wearing given all that. She came in asking if it was okay that she wear certain silhouettes or details or colors, like "But am I allowed to wear sequins at my age/size/2nd wedding?" There was so much "am I allowed?", and it broke my heart.

I used to be a wedding and event planner as well, and I think it's important that everyone hear what I told that bride. I'm a professional at this, so if you want to take one thing as law, make it this one.

I want you to take every idea you have about what a bride should be allowed to wear at your age/size/situation... And then I want you to set all those ideas on fire and dropkick 'em a mile away.

There are only two rules to what you're "allowed" to wear as a bride: one, that you feel comfortable, and two, that you feel beautiful. That's it. If you're an 86 year old bride who wants a purple see-through mini dress with a V down to your bellybutton with 15 layers of poof under the skirt and crystal pasties where your nipples are, girl... Go for it. I will bust my ass to make it happen.

Anyone who says anything different can take a long walk off a short pier. It's about you, and only you. All that matters is that YOU'RE happy.

(And by the way. that bride found a dress she loved so much she happy-cried.)

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Had a Critical Role dream last night that there was a DND theme park with rides and they had a Mighty Nein ride.

There are 9 cars, and each car is a character. And it went through the story if the Nein, the cars could disconnect and spin individually, and if you were in the Molly car yours would disconnect and go on a separate track away from everyone else. You can always see them below you, but the Molly track goes through Lucien's revival and the horrors of his mind before you rejoin for the Cognouza portion and finally the big end.

The other cars stay together and go through the seas and mountains and your cars have lasers you shoot at enemies for points and then when it gets to the Cognouza section the Molly car comes back and all of you have to shoot lasers at Lucien until he comically breaks in half and then the Molly car gets a glowing crown for Kingsley.

I woke up and haven't stopped thinking about it.

Disney won't ever have an imagineer like me like damn lol

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Reblog if u vote :)

#too much 7!#polls

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Grayromantic Arospike culture is I don't know if my loss of romantic attraction is due to the grayromantic (in which case it's not coming back) or the Arospike (in which case it's coming right back).

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#aro culture is

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The Tumblɇr • $25

Hydration is cool. Stay hydrated with The Tumblɇr.

Crafted from double-walled BPA-free acrylic

The slim design fits perfectly in most cupholders

Straw included

#I'd get this

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💕(late) Happy Valentine's Day💕

~Aerith's ships~

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Biromantic-ace culture is regularly questioning your ace-ness because one minute sex is the worst thing ever and another minute you see a pretty girl and going

Oh.

Oh may not be ace ma'am you are making me feel things

#ace culture is #ace culture #asexual #asexuality #actually ace

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Wednesday February 15. An abundance of art.

There are artists on Tumblr. Did you know? Of course you did. They are literally everywhere. You can't swing a cat without hitting an #artist on Tumblr. And while we're at it, for the last time, we would politely ask you to stop swinging those damn cats!

Much like cats, these artists do whatever they please—and they do it with finesse, style, and the occasional lapse into ridiculousness. Much like cats, too, they often slink in the shadows of the night, where they do their best work and meet like minds. Like our feline friends, they toe the line between playfulness and mystery, and of course, can be more than a little unpredictable. And, just like cats, artists can't get enough of eating fish from a bowl, the pleasures of catnip, being blindsided by dangling objects, and licking out their own a*sholes. Wait.

Anyway, while you're here, feel free to follow the wonders of our Art blog, our very own Artist Alley, and last, but by no means least, why not check out the treasures below or dive in and see for yourself over at #art?

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Perform the Sleep action Without gaining the "Well Rested" status effect.

#i feel attacked

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#fair #if by you mean so pale/white that 2 minutes in the sun make the tiny blood vessels on my cheeks BURST into painful spiderwebs #that prompt strangers to dish out remedies every summer #then the rhyme is accurate #Monday is such a bleh day to be born #polls

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reminder for everyone to stop treating the harry potter issue as one that is only about trans people, please do not forget to listen to and stand up for jewish voices speaking out against this franchise and its creator.

#cw harry potter #harry potter #hogwarts legacy

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If u vote pls reblog :)

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