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A pretty flower for a pretty boy

Summary:

Steve woos an Eddie who is oblivious until he’s not or 5+1 times Steve romances Eddie with flowers.

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One

It starts with a daisy.

They’re in the backyard of his and Wayne’s new, government-apology house. It’s that time of night where you don’t know if it’s still today or if it’s tomorrow, crickets loud and leaves singing in the gentle wind.

Steve’s hair is woven in amongst his own, the crown of his head a steadying presence against him, as they pass the joint between them. It’s in Eddie’s fingers when he hears the rustle of Steve turning over on his side, right hand propping him up with the left twirling a delicate white and yellow daisy.

Eddie’s breath is already caught in his throat with Steve hovering over him, the smoke waiting to be exhaled. The other boy is perched as if he’s ready to lean down and kiss Eddie like he’s one of his regular Friday night dates.

And then Steve moves in further and Eddie imagines for a moment that he conjured the motion with his thoughts. Slipping into his space, using that left hand to brush back Eddie’s curls and secure the flower behind his ear.

“There,” Steve smiles. “A pretty flower for a pretty boy.”

The smoke catches in a sharp inhalation that he didn’t have room for, the fragrant air expelled roughly and without his usual elegance.

“Jesus Steve,” he coughs out, eyes watering. “you old flirt, give a girl a warning before you pull out the moves.”

Steve’s eyes are bright in the night, a contender against the stars. “I thought it was a good one.”

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stedward-munton
stevesbipanic

For my favourite matchmaker, happy birthday @thelastwalkingsoul

If there's a world where time travel was possible Robin Buckley wishes she was in it.

Not to stop the Upside Down or save lives no she wishes she could go back in time and help Eddie Munson graduate so she didn't have to watch him make heart eyes over the Family Video shelves at one Steve Harrington.

Steve hasn't even noticed Eddie has been in the store for the last ten minutes. He's had his headphones on and has restacked the candy bar five times since the day has had a grand total of zero customers.

Finally, against her wishes, Eddie approaches the desk, the tape in his hand has a lot more teen heartthrobs and a lot less gore then he usually rents. The gooey lovesick expression is still plastered over his face. Steve still stacks the candy at snail pace, his head bobbing along to whatever is playing, probably the mixtape Eddie gave him last week.

"Sixteen candles, interesting choice, Munson."

The metalhead just sighs, his eyes still glued to Steve.

"Oi doofus, making goo goo eyes at dingus."

She slaps his arm which thankfully breaks his focus, Eddie doesn't even look sorry.

"Oh Birdie! Hey, do you think Steve would like this one?"

"You're not even going to watch it and you know it."

She wheeled the chair over to Steve giving his arm the same slapping treatment, "Steve your boyfriend wants to know if you'd like Sixteen Candles playing while you make out."

A dopey expression falls over Steve's face as he takes his headphones off and looks over at Eddie who shares the same dumb look.

"Aw Eds we could've had The Thing playing and I'd still want to kiss you," Steve says wandering over to him, leaning over the counter.

"Well I got to pick last time sweetheart it's only fair."

Steve quickly rings it up and puts his own cash in the till, "Well only fair that I pay then, sunshine"

"Baby you treat me too well, I'll buy us dinner on the way over."

"I'll show you how well I can treat you late-"

"STOP! I don't want to hear about you two bumping butts or anymore pet names, I'm melting away here."

"Aw Robs, don't worry you're still my snookums," Steve says a mischievous look in his eye as he walks over and squishes her cheeks together.

"Birdie, our lesbian love, our queen, you can pick our next make out movie so you don't feel left out."

"Ah!" Robin yelled and she decided now was the perfect time for her break leaving the two lovers to giggle and return to their heart eyes.

Maybe she didn't need time travel, as long as Steve kept that smile on his face, Robin was happy too.

I always feel so in tune with Robin and this is no exception
sgtbradfords
miraculouslycool

"It is literally impossible to be a woman. You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're not good enough. Like, we always have to be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong.

You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but you also have to be thin. You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass. You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean. You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas. You're supposed to love being a mother - but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also always be looking out for other people. You have to answer for men's bad behaviour, which is insane, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining. You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be part of the sisterhood.

But always stand out, and always be grateful. But never forget that the system is rigged. So find a way to acknowledge that but also always be grateful. You have to never get old, never be rude, never show off, never be selfish, never fall down, never fail, never show fear, never get out of line. It's too hard! It's too contradictory and nobody gives a medal or says thank you! And it turns out in fact that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also everything is your fault.

I'm so tired of watching myself and every single other woman tie herself into knots so people will like us. And if all of that is also true for a doll just representing women, then I don't even know."

-- America Ferrera's monologue in Barbie (2023)

lunaticmarunatic
mavigator

was at a tattoo convention today and i saw a guy with a spider-man tattoo so i walked up and went ‘oh dude is that spider-man? badass! i love spider-man!’ and then looked down and realized i was wearing my shirt that says I LOVE SPIDER-MAN in big black letters. i’m a parody of myself

mavigator

stop calling me a cartoon character or an npc or a wojack i am a real boy.

i am a real boy lol
bornonthesavage
feathered-serpents

You realize when Aziraphale and Crowley do get together they’re going to be insufferable right?

Like there might be a short “adjustment” period where they realize they’re actually free to be whatever they want together where they’re a bit nervous about being in love openly but once that’s over? Insufferable

They are worse than newlyweds, they are worse than high school sweethearts. This is 6000 years worth of pent up love finally being able to run free. This is them making up for every word, every touch, every kiss they wanted but had to resist. And it is nauseating

They are their most nauseating in private but that does NOT make you safe in public. Aziraphale is a pretty big fan of PDA, but it’s very… Pride and Prejudice PDA. Linked arms. Hand kisses. Mild things, CROWLEY is the one with the vulgar PDA

Now, it’s not a COMMON thing, but Mr. Anthony “can sense when a man is within 10 feet of Aziraphale” J Crowley is NOT shy when it comes to making sure anyone with eyes near Aziraphale knows he is very, very, not available

So Y’know. Your heart may hurt but you at least have that inevitability to look forward to

lunaticmarunatic
its-steddie-time

Steve talks in his sleep.

After Vecna, him and Eddie start sharing a bed and Eddie tries to ignore it but Steve’s all “Eddie please” & “don’t stop” and a mess of other slurred out words and whiny sentences. It’s driving Eddie nuts because they’re just friends right?

So Eddie decides to have some fun with it—he starts quoting Steve, dropping things into their day to day conversation just to watch him blush. It’s cute watching the gears turn in Steve’s head as he tries to figure out how Eddie could possibly know the things he’s saying.

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bornonthesavage
trashmammal-7

Thinking about how Crowley was wearing his sunglasses during the kiss. Thinking about how it was not romantic, but rather desperate and angry. Thinking about how it was probably their first kiss ever, for both of them. Thinking about Aziraphale grasping at Crowley's back. Thinking about the moment during the kiss where Crowley seems to try and pull Aziraphale even closer. Thinking about how Aziraphale most definitely wanted to kiss back but didn't. Thinking about how Aziraphale could interpret it as Crowley tempting him. Thinking about how it was the most human way Crowley could possibly convey what he was feeling. Thinking about how it was awkward and went on for too long. Thinking about Aziraphale pressing his fingers against his lips afterwards. Thinking abou-

kedreeva

Just a reminder…

neil-gaiman

I like having the ask box on the tumblr. On a good day I’ll probably answer two or three asks. On a bad week I probably won’t get time to answer any. And every day about fifty or sixty asks come in. More, if I just answered a cluster.

Most of them are really nice. And most of the people sending them in know that the odds are against me ever answering them, and that’s just the way it is.

(The odds are especially low if you are asking something I’ve answered already, and even lower than that if I answered it yesterday.)

But some of the people sending in asks are starting to get pushy, or whiny, or grumbly about me not answering, or they are taking it personally, or flooding the ask box, or writing really long messages split over a dozen boxes. And lots of them are starting to ask for things: will I read your book, or  conduct your wedding, or call your beloved and tell her you want to marry her, or draw you something to be tattooed, or be interviewed, or do your homework because you have to get a reply from a living author or you’ll fail the course and please reply privately before 6 pm…

Which is of course your right. 

I like things as they are right now. I like that Tumblr doesn’t feel like work, and it’s relatively guilt free. I treat the asks like I treat my Twitter feed - hundreds of them flow past, and here and there I answer, depending on auctorial whim, and what I happen to be doing at that moment.

You’re more likely to get a question answered if it’s relatively short, easily answerable, and you can’t simply find the reply by googling. I’ve probably answered every possible variant of what to do if you have writer’s block, or have lost interest in what you’re writing, or you want to be a writer, or you don’t want to be a writer, here or on the blog at neilgaiman.com already. If that’s your question, I’m not ignoring you. I just hate repeating myself.

You’re less likely to get a reply if you ask something like “People say that a good writer should hate everything they’ve done but I like what I write is there something wrong with me?” because I don’t know how to answer a lot of these kind of things without sounding impatient and grumpy (In this case, “Don’t be an idiot,” would be the best possible reply, and it’s not one that will make the person getting it happier).

I quite like having an ask box. I do not want to make it go away.

krakensdottir
krakensdottir

A scene I wanted to address, because I think we need to, because there is some understandable concern over this.

So, Aziraphale's first taste of human food... he goes pretty nuts. He eats it as fast as he can get it down. He can barely stop to breathe. And I can see why that evokes the Greedy Fat Person trope for some.

Given that Gaiman is no fan of fatphobia, I'm pretty sure that's not the intent. But I won't lean on that. I'll go further, and explain what that scene evoked for me, and see if it makes sense to anyone else.

(To preface, I'm a fat person with blood sugar problems who DOES eat like a starving animal and has 0 shame about it. So I'm not just Not Seeing It because of skinny privilege etc. To get that out of the way.)

So first off, of course, it's his first EVER attempt at eating human food. The absolute lack of moderation could be explained by that alone. But I think it's significant that it's specifically meat.

Those who are familiar with the Old Testament know what I mean when I say that God is carnivorous. It's the entire reason he was a bitch to Cain and not to Abel. The Abrahamic god was one of many at the time that accepted burnt animal offerings, before later revisions attempted to wave that away because oops, it sounds too pagan. Flesh of livestock was a common and expected offering, and burning it assured that the smell and smoke and 'essence' would rise to the heavens.

With that in mind, consider what the taste of meat would do to an angel. What it might awaken in them, the first of God's creations?

Maybe it's the monster-lover in me, but I didn't see a fat man gobbling food. I saw an inhuman ancient entity of immense power that only disguises itself as a man, briefly succumbing to a primal and Earthly urge. It wasn't comical to me. It was almost frightening, in a very intentional way. Rarely do we see through the human guise in this series, see just how eldritch these ethereal beings really are, especially Aziraphale. But here he is, ripping almost uncontrollably into the flesh of another life-form with ominous music and thunder overlying the whole scene, and a demon staring at him with intense satisfaction and fascination throughout.

That's what I took from it. If I had to guess, I'd say that's closer to the intent. Again, partly from knowing the author, but also from the way the scene is shot. We're watching an angel partake in literal pleasures of the flesh for the first time, taking formerly living matter into his body. I can totally vibe with Crowley's reaction, tbh.

it fits with Gaiman's usual themes of the monstrous