steve: does eddie seem different to you?
robin: how do you mean?
steve: he hasn’t called me ‘big boy’ in weeks. :(
robin: you mean he hasn’t been flirting with you?
steve: no. :((
nancy: *cocks shotgun*
i know i’m not the first to say this, but the idea of eddie immediately moving his bandana from his left pocket to his right after watching steve rip that demobat in half with his bare hands is something that rattles around in my head 24/7.
Steve hops into bed, feeling very sleepy. Eddie’s gonna stay up for longer to plan a campaign. He settles in and feels something weird and hard on his lower back, he grabs at it. It’s a guitar pick. He feels the same thing against his thigh. Another guitar pick.
@ChronicRabbit Hi bestie! 💜💜💜
What I’m hearing is that you’ll be in the same timezone/coast as me and I am trying to NOT FREAK OUT.
I have quite a few friends in Portland and throughout Washington, so happy to reach out if you need. 🖤
*watching Lisa Frankenstein thinking it’s just a silly aesthetic movie*
Lisa Frankenstein: people say time heals all wounds, but time is the wound.
me: