#Romantic with a capital R
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But yet thou canst not die, I know; To leave this world behind, is death; But when thou from this world wilt go, The whole world vapours with thy breath.
– John Donne
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if percy and/or mary shelley were trans today they would absolutely have the most insane funerals for their deadnames
#not my thought but i had to share#because it's true#romantic with a capital r#percy bysshe shelley#mary shelley
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@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T
Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.
“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.
“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”
Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.
“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”
“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”
“I’m out at The Hideout.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”
“Okay.”
Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”
“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.
“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”
“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”
“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”
~*~*~*~
When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat.
Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.
“You okay, mann?”
Eddie shrugged.
“What happened?”
“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”
Steve nodded. “Okay.”
“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”
Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”
That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”
“According to Robin? Yes.”
“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”
“Was that in question?”
“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”
Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”
Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.
“Dude. What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”
“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”
“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”
“You could put in the one Robin made.”
“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”
“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”
Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.
“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”
Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.
~*~*~*~
Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer.
“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.
“Yeah—any time, dude.”
Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.
“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.
Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.
"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.
Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."
"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"
Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."
Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."
Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."
Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."
"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.
"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."
Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."
Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.
Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”
“...Huh.”
They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand.
“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.
“How do I…?”
“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”
Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”
“No…?”
“Then how did you—?”
“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.
“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”
Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”
Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”
Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”
“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”
Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”
Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”
“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”
“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”
Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this.
Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”
Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”
Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.
Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.
Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.
It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.
Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat.
He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him.
All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together.
He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.
“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone.
Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”
Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steddie#steddie week#steddieweek2023#steddie fic#once again just past the cut off in my timezone#also once again did not think I was gonna do anything for this day but then had an idea pop into my head at like...7pm#this one is mostly dialogue folks!#open ended as to whether or not this is capital r Romantic or just moves into a fun and genuinely platonic/qp fwb situation#as someone who falls in love/lust with friends super easily either works for me#i wanted to explore the quasi-romantic/sexual friendship that often exists within queer friendships#read writes
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I saw her asleep, and went out for a little stroll myself; I walked along the cliffs to the westward, and was full of sweet sadness, for I was thinking of Jonathan.
I think Jonathan would be deeply charmed by Mina walking along a cliff looking at the beautiful view and thinking of him with a 'sweet sadness'. Like, he wouldn't want her to be sad, but that's romantic as hell and if he saw her he'd swoon. (I'd swoon. I can picture her silhouetted, gazing out to sea...)
I thought that perhaps she was looking out for me, so I opened my handkerchief and waved it.
Mina waving her handkerchief up at Lucy in the window is so cute. I know we tend to focus on the "oh shit Batula is drinking her blood" part of the scene and that's extremely fair but also. Mina's adorable.
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Narinder is fucking shit at math
Man needs to count on his fingers
That man is not a STEM major!!!
Narinder is not shit at math, he just hates it. He's a dual mortuary science and English major. Geeks out over the decomposition process and Romantic (with a capital R) poetry. Fight me about this
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some doodles for and inspired by none other than my amigo maravilloso @rensnumberonefan 😘
#ren and stimpy#ren & stimpy#dorian pavus#iron bull#dragon age#i probably messed up body kit designs /character sequence but eh im an R&S fan first & i have a mighty need to capitalize on romantic dudes#theyre cosplaying#tiddy energy got ren anxious
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@anotherfandomtrash how did you know the way to my heart was to draw andretole content with your designs 🤔🤔🤔
#War and peace#Andretole#andrei bolkonsky#anatole kuragin#FR THO your anatole? TOP FUCKING TIER#He’s such a prettyboy it should be illegal. And I love the capital R romantic swag of his hair#consider this a tribute <3#edit OOPS didn't notice his eyes were green... much humbled by this mistake
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oh my GOD this scene. amita suman and freddy carter did so much justice to this scene
the way they looked at one another? how carter was just vibrating like he always does? the fact the dialogue was taken nearly verbatim from the book?? perfectly integrated to this version of the story i love it
#i literally punched the air when he grabbed her arm and i realised it was gonna be this scene#this is what people mean by capital-R Romantic—i’m feeling so many EMOTIONS#grishaverse#netflix shadow and bone#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kanej#freddy carter#amita suman#aj watches#aj watches shadow and bone
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you guys ever uh. ever feel like fucking crying at the beauty of nature because despite all the horrors and the trials and tribulations that humans inflict upon each other and on nature herself there is a spring. always a spring. do you ever feel as soft and small and easily bruised and yet as utterly bursting with life as a blossom that has just turned flower. no? just me?
#it’s very capital R romantic of me but i have for sure cried at nature before. and i will again! all it takes is a bird soaring just so.#ambra.txt
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"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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15 10 Lines of Dialogue - Frederick Amell
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Tagged by @dreadfutures, thank you! Tagging @askweisswolf, @magicmissiled @theluckywizard
"You promised that I could live as a hero in a way that no other Grey Wardens have been able to, believing it was what I wanted. Perhaps it was, once, but now I taste only bitterness and the emptiness of a lonely future. I spend my days hating and loving you by turns, never sure which emotion is the truer."
“Let me in to your plans. You say Kieran has a destiny before him; teach me to understand it and let me help you. I need a purpose, like you have purpose.”
"I knew every flagstone, every chest placed neatly at the foot of every bed. It was a prison, I know that now, but for sixteen years it was where I passed every minute of every day, laughed with friends, ate meals, lost myself in tales of adventure."
"If you can’t find inspiration in standing where legends once walked there’s someone else who’s more than happy to listen to me go on.” He turned away from her and knelt down before his beloved war hound, Calenhad. “Let me tell you the stories about the Rebel Queen,” he began.
“I’m not afraid of death, not really. I fear my death having no meaning. I fear going on a quest that may ultimately be a fool’s errand to lengthen my life, losing the time I might have had with my family, and dying anyway.”
"My travel companions look to me like I’m the Maker returned; some have even taken to calling me “Warden-Commander” again even though I am nothing of the sort. Without you to ground me I fear that I may return with an inflated sense of self-importance and then what will become of me? I shall be truly insufferable. Clearly I must be rescued from myself."
“But what use am I if not to pester you until you smile at me, my carnivorous plant of a woman?”
“Do not restrict me to an object of admiration, nor yourself to the position of admirer. ‘Tis a folly I abhor. Discover your use without my involvement.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” He sighed. “Nevertheless, I should like to stay as we are forever.”
“Would you forget your duty and the destiny that has been appointed for you? The man I know, his head full of ambitions toward heroism and tongue singing the praises of the great kings of this land would not. We would both tire of an aimless life devoid of purpose within a fortnight.”
"They were supposed to be happy here. They were supposed to be protected, but they had been abandoned by the ones meant to keep them safe! What use are the Templars if their only solution is to murder indiscriminately without trial or attempt to differentiate victims from instigators? Both mage and Templar were affected by Uldred’s machinations, their minds no longer their own, and yet only the mages needed be sacrificed in the name of safety."
“Everything that is in my power to grant you, you have. The protection of my body and my magic I will grant to you, your favours I will wear with love and pride, all of my devotion I lay at your feet, but I can give you no more. I am your servant, my queen. That is all.”
"Let anyone who comes after know that we were happy here. Grievous duty beckoned but while these walls remain may they remember the love of those who came before."
#cheated a bit with some letters and banter#but who will stop me#frederick amell#my battlefield poet my dweller in myths and legends my keats#purposeful devoted capital R romantic and curious#tag game
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Not Envy actually being a huge romantic! Talking about Emilia and Wrath being fated and love being the most powerful force of all!
#who knew worst person you know is actually giant romantic haha#prince envy#this man is a Romantic with a capital R#kingdom of the feared#kotf#emilia di carlo#princewitch#wrath#kingdom of the cursed#kotf spoilers#lisa reads kotf
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comforting and reassuring each other with bedroom eyes is their way of flirting. they may as well be making out with tongue
#bellarke#the 100#iz watches t100#2x05#i forgot how capital-R-Romantic this episode is#like obviously i remember the hug#but this moment??? hello?? took me out
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Okay so the thing about Sally Rooney is she is so good at third person limited unreliable narrator and sitting in the complexity of people and letting them be ambiguous and messy and imperfect and then she’ll hit you with a line of prose that butterflies you open like a shrimp
#I’m reading normal people and it is. SO good#i feel like….it’s not the story that people are talking about#like the Normal People that I’ve seen on the blogs is different from the Normal People that I’m reading#and I felt like Daisy Jones was the same way#and maybe….absorbing novels through web weaving posts isn’t actually the way to know them#and (I know I do this too) that the tendency to focus only on the romantic relationship in the story#diminishes what the novel is really about#which is young people learning how to exist in the world#and allow themselves to live with joy without having to atone for it first#like sally rooney isn’t a romance writer#she gives bildungsroman with a side of romance#because when one is young romance is often a component of their self actualization#but she doesn’t construct a story like emily henry does#idk i think there’s a difference between Romance with a capital R which is about people falling/being in love#and fiction that is about people and who and how they love#and they serve different purposes#and maybe that’s lost when a book is adapted into a show#or maybe it’s lost when people see the story is written by a woman#I don’t know….#I’m really enjoying the novel though#kinda wish I owned it so I could annotate it#liz reads
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when it comes to doctor who the only person I romantically ship the doctor with is the master and this makes interacting in the fandom so funny to me. like I'm glad you are all having a blast I have my handful of episodes that I will be holding onto with an iron grip forever
#everyone will be wailing and gnashing their teeth abt one of the companions and I'm over here like#the doctor is an aro spectrum bitch and capital r Romantic love is difficult for them#I do also like twelve and clara bc I have issues but in some kind of weird relationship they could never Begin to unpack
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truly tragic i was not borne a mid aristocrat in 19th century england bc i should be romping around destroyed german castles, being ambiguously queer, & writing bad poetry full time
#i mean i *have* been ignoring my law practice to go galavanting around europe for the past 10 days#that IS the epitome of Capital R Romantic behavior
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