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Steve: What do you do for a living?
Eddie: I exist against my will.
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Update: after that initial realization I wasn't scared anymore. I finished it then put on D&D movie. Now I'm gonna read. I've been up for 25 hours
It's 2:20am and I put on a movie and I legitimately forgot it was a horror movie until like forty minutes in and now I'm freaked out
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It's 2:20am and I put on a movie and I legitimately forgot it was a horror movie until like forty minutes in and now I'm freaked out
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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you
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*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document
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Gator Tillman is one of the best sad puppy characters I’ve seen in a long time. His fate made me so sad. I was very upset that he didn’t free Nadine as had he would at least still have his eyes. But I mean you don’t go snapping at a 400 year old possible processed thug for hire and don’t expect consequences.
The acting was so good for Gator. Loved the subtle changes when he was dealing with Roy vs Nadine vs other men. He goes out of his way to bark as loud as he can when confronting other men. And two out of three times it worked. I really don’t think he wanted Fahr to get hurt he was literally going out of his way to ensure that he didn’t. Like in the hospital his eyes were literally pleading with Fahr to not doing anything as to not get killed. Which quickly turned to panic when he realized Roy actually got Nadine and what he was prob going to do to her. He was literally crying when he put the sunglasses on.
I also tend to think his story about the tire iron was true but I’m think there is more to it. If he was all state quarter back why didn’t he get a football scholarship. I’m thinking that incident with being “blind sided” injured him to where he couldn’t play anymore. It just felt like he could never get a break so he just gave up and tried to go with the flow. He lost his mother then his sister/friend, then he prob lost his future. All he had consistently was Roy. Who obsessively kept tabs on him. As shown by asking Bowman if they found him after he disappeared during the debate debacle. We know Roy used emotional and prob physical abuse to control him.
All the imagery surrounding him screams stuck at 15. Which makes sense since that is when his mother would have died and he realized he was stuck. The whole character is so depressing. Like I hope he made a sweet deal giving evidence against Roy because he was in prison already his whole life. I have more thoughts on Gator but I need to reorganize.
#gator tillman#dorothy lyon#roy tillman#my current favorite sad puppy#fargo season 5#fargo fx#fargo s5#fargo
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I read books published in the 50s
Enjoy recipes created in the 60s
Listen to music recorded in the 70s
Watch movies released in the 80s
Dress like it's the 90s
Born in the (very) early 2000s
I don't know what it means but I just found it interesting.
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I would have been in love with Milena too.
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Stevie (:
Made my first lil edit for my new avatar. Yall can use it too if you want.
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If you excuse me I'm undergoing major character development.
*parts hair on the opposite side*
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REMINDER TO NOT TALK TO THE GUARDIAN ABOUT DIY HRT IF ASKED ❗️❗️❗️
Susanna Rustin is a huge TERF too, and a quick search of her name on The Guardian brings up repeated proof.
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Steve had died in that interrogation room under Starcourt and now, he was stuck haunting Robin Buckley who might as well be his shortest heartbreak and long-lost twin.
The problem was she couldn't see or touch him.
No, she could hear him just fine, but physical contact was just impossible.
Steve, however, didn't care much so long as he had someone there to listen to his daily monologues. It was fun.
They bickered most of the time and while Robin always seemed sad that she couldn't hug him whenever he told her about his parents or how lonely he used to be before her, Steve was just happy with what he got.
Because even in death, he wasn't alone, and that was enough of a gift to him.
Then, the day his funeral was held, Steve was thankful that he had convinced Robin to attend considering it was how he reunited with the kids.
They all saw him.
A thing that Steve would never take for granted.
Robin didn't know what to do when they flocked around her and bombarded her with question after question, demanding to know why she was the one who got the privilege of being haunted by Steve.
"A privilege?" Robin burst into a laugh, giving them a ridiculous look.
"Of course, to think you've been haunted and actually having real conversations with a ghost every day is a revolutionary step into the spiritual science field," Dustin narrowed his eyes. "And I am very disappointed in you, Ms. Robin Buckley, for not telling me right away!"
"Just say you're jealous that Steve doesn't haunt you." Max rolled her eyes.
"You say it as if you're not jealous yourself!" Mike scowled at her.
"No, I'm not, you delusional nerd!" Max scowled back.
"Hey!"
"C'mon guys, don't fight," Lucas frowned and sighed in exasperation.
Noticing the odd looks from other people at the cemetery, Robin herded the kids into Steve's car that he had given her as a keepsake.
Once they were safely away from prying eyes, Robin clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention.
"Children!" She then continued under their curious gazes. "Steve-o here said he really appreciates that you munchkins care so much about him. But sadly, he can't leave my side. Like literally can't so if any of you want to see him, you can always seek me out whenever you see fit."
"Why are you saying all of this?" Mike squinted at her.
"Because Steve can't talk to us, obviously." Dustin responded haughtily, earning an eye roll from the other boy.
"Bingo!" Robin did a fist bump with Dustin.
Then, she held up a finger at them. "And before you ask, I can't see him. Or touch him."
She watched the kids look at the passenger seat before nodding at her.
It must be Steve who confirmed the truth, she thought.
As they went back to discussing Steve's incorporeal state, Robin had a feeling that she had unknowingly adopted a gaggle of troublesome ducklings who were going to give her grey hair very very soon.
"C'mon Robbie, it's a Halloween party," Steve begged. "Let's go have some fun! Don't your heart ache to watch your bestest friend rotting in sorrow while eating pumpkins?"
"First of all, I've never ever met anyone who uses 'heart' and 'ache' like that," Robin blew at her freshly painted nails.
"Well, now I'm your first. Didn't people always say special always come late?"
"I don't even want to correct you on all of that," Robin huffed quietly at Steve's goofy chuckle. "And no, Dingus, you don't eat pumpkins. Or if you do, I don't care."
"Please, Robbie, I just wanna have fun," Steve sighed dolefully. "It's been a long time ago since I went to a party." He sighed again and even sniffled a little.
When Robin groaned, a big grin stretched on his lips.
"Just this time." She narrowed her eyes at him, or precisely speaking, at the spot where she assumed he was sitting.
Sometimes, when she made a wrong guess, Steve would just move over to where her gaze stopped and continue talking her ears off.
"I promise you're gonna have so much fun, Robbie." Steve ruffled her hair even if his hand always passed right through her. It was still one of his hard-to-get-rid-of habits anyway.
By the time they arrived, the party was already full-blown and swarmed with people.
As Robin struggled her way through the crowd, Steve just walked beside her with barely any difficulties.
He bet she would curse him so much if she saw how comfortable he looked right now.
But then, his little moment of joy was cut short when he bumped into someone whose lips literally knocked against his.
As cliché as it might sound, he certainly felt the electricity running through his body from that single accidental kiss.
And belatedly, a realization dawned on him.
He had bumped right into someone.
He, a ghost, had bodily collided with a living human.
Shocked, Steve stepped back and was at a loss for what to do next.
Then, a shaky voice shook him out of his trance.
"Harrington?"
Staring into those scared Bambi's eyes, Steve clenched his jaw and forced himself to not panic.
"Munson."
#I LOVE THIS#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#pre steddie#this is amazing#i love this so much#platonic stobin
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YOU FOUND IT! I HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING EQUALLY AS VALUABLE TO YOU
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for an aro person, I fantasize a lot about intimacy. but not in a romantic context like smoochy ooky pooky boo-boo...hell no.
intimacy as in being completely emotionally open to/with someone, being so comfortable with them that you just feel safe and warm. I want to have that type of closeness with someone without having to feel guilty that I won't be able to give them romantic love.
it can be something so very deep within my core, but it's just...not romantic. is that so bad?
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