oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day
don't worry, your'e still in time for 3/22/23, 32223, palindrome day the second
I missed BOTH of them.
don't worry, you're still in time for 3/28/23, 32823, palindrome day eight
im very exited for next years weed palendrome day of 4/20/24
so it's weed day and palindrome day, on leap year. perfection is achievable
oh shit, it's 4/20/24, 42024, weed palindrome day
hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...
I’m
Happy Anniversary. This is the original post. On this day in 2011 I was doing a charity drive for the natural disasters in Tōhoku and drew this. A few hours later I turned it into a gif and posted it here.
Here’s the original doodle before I drew it into a GIF
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
Tomorrow is March 28th
by ahsokatanoss
“I’m sure it’s nothing too wild. If it was something super terrible, he would’ve said something by now.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’ll know soon!” Robin said. “And then your months-long pining can officially come to an end.”
Steve shot her an indignant look. “I haven’t been pining! We’ve actively been flirting back and forth for a while!”
“Pining!”
“Not pining!”
Or: Steve, co-owner of a coffee shop with his best friend, and Eddie, guitarist for up and coming metal band Corroded Coffin, meet on an Animal Crossing forum. Catching feelings online quickly ensues.
Words: 12883, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
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oh. i just found out that the writer of the vincent van gogh doctor who episode wrote it as a tribute to his sister.
Richard Curtis wrote, "So – here’s the thing – the key reason I wrote this episode – was out of love for my sister Bindy. She was a gorgeous and brilliant person, 2 years older than me. She loved Vincent Van Gogh and life. She couldn’t have been more full of generosity and joy.
But half way through her life she was hit by depression and intermittently it hurt her for the rest of her life. And a few years before this show, like Vincent, she took her own life.
And in the key scene of the episode - when they bring Vincent to the future... that was me trying to show Bin how glorious she had been in our lives - and how nothing could change that.
And then also to deal with the fact that mental health issues are hard - and the capacity for joy, as I know Bindy did know how much she was loved, is intertwined with the immense difficulty of the illness sometimes...
So taking her own life wasn’t a failure by her, or a rejection of all of us. It was, as they say on Love island, what it was."
Do you have a favourite rotary telephone?
Excellent question!
Yes, I have a favorite:
The Northern Electric Pyramid phone from about 1935. I had this on my desk at my old job, tied into the telephone system. Its distinctive ring made it really easy to discern if I was the one being called instead of my coworkers. The chrome dial and the area code indicate that this unit came from Canada.
Coming in second place is my Northern Telecom 500-style set with official Commodore branding -- also from Canada. These were sold with VICMODEMs in a special bundle exclusively in the Canadian market. The VICMODEM requires that you detach the cord from the handset, plug it directly into the modem, then dial for the computer.
Problem is that you can't do that here, because the handset cord is permanently attached! Solution? The little white adapter box called the VIC 1605. Very hard to find, but I found one.
Coming in third place would be the Contempra from Northern Electric/Telecom from 1967 (why do these keep being Canadian?). Beautiful colors, angles. Great phone, but sadly I don't have one. Atleast not one like this... NT made these into lineman's test sets (commonly called butt sets because they hang on a lineman's belt by their butt/you use them to butt-in to a call when testing things).
I bought one and turned it into the NT2017 Rotary Cellphone, a real working 2G cellular telephone. It's got an Adafruit Fona board inside with an Atmel 32U4 microcontroller, a little screen, and zero ability to send/receive text messages. It didn't work very well, but it was really fun to build and use before it broke. Construction was very fragile, and my code running it was hot garbage. Since the discontinuation of 2G cell service, it's just decorative at this point.
The last one of my favorites is one I certainly don't have: a late 19th century Skeleton Telephone from Ericsson. Technically not a rotary phone, but it does have a crank that you rotate!
These are expensive, really hard to find, and obviously rather difficult to use without having an operator to ring up when you turn the crank. However, they are stunningly beautiful, and all of the functionality is on display arranged in such a way to accentuate the elegance of its industrial design.
How about you? Do you have a favorite rotary phone?
Here are a couple of nifty ones I have, both of which pull the same trick:
These were designed as hybrid desk/wall telephones; the cradle on each has claw-like hooks on the back that hold the handset in place when the body is vertical. (The gray one's rotary dial also flips around; I didn't bother for the photo.) The black one is magneto driven, but date stamped to 1955, so I've assumed it was meant for more rural markets that still used a manual switchboard — my mom's mountain hometown still had one into the 1970s.
The gray one, if I'm remembering right, was made by Ericsson, and the crank one by Leich, which was bought by GE in the 1950s.
(steddie | teen | 3.2k | tags: werewolf!Steve, Human!Eddie, hurt!Steve, Eddie taking care of Steve, minor characters death | @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is feeling safe by @novacorpsrecruit | AO3)
He runs for his life, his paws hitting the snowy ground with heavy thumps. His flank hurts where the bullet buried itself, but it's distant, drowned out by his instinct to survive. He can't afford to slow down, so he pushes through, letting his instincts carry him as fast as his legs will take him.
His pursuers are only human, not equipped to keep up with a nearly grown wolf. But he's hurt, and he's exhausted, and they have guns.
Part of him wonders why he's even trying to save himself.
They killed the whole village. His parents, his friends, his neighbors. They all burned to death, and those who managed to escape the flames were slaughtered by the hunters. All except him, who managed to escape through the secret tunnels beneath their home, while his parents stayed behind to fight off the invaders.
The Harringtons had been the alphas of their pack, and it was their responsibility to protect the pack with their lives.
None of them deserved to die. No one in their pack had ever hurt a human. They hardly ever saw one, choosing to live as far away from their settlements as possible while still being able to trade with them for the goods they couldn't produce.
It didn't matter to the hunters who came late at night and ambushed them in their sleep. In their eyes, they were monsters. His parents always warned him that humans would never understand them, would always fear them, and fear breeds hatred. Humans couldn't be trusted, they weren't safe.
Back when that meant he couldn't be friends with the daughter of the blacksmith his parents did business with, he refused to believe them. But now it seems that they were always right.
Humans are not to be trusted. They're not safe.
steddie valentines for @mixsethaddams <3 love drawing my boys
Steve's sprawled out on the couch with Eddie on top of him when the phone rings.
This is the first time they’ve had time for this in a week, so he’s not surprised when Eddie leans back to say, “Let it ring.”
He trails kisses down Steve's neck and Steve relaxes back into the couch—the loud sound of the phone ringing had made his muscles tense.
Eddie sucks a mark on his neck as he grinds their hips together, the sound of the phone becoming background noise again.
Steve shivers when Eddie runs his teeth over his pulse point.
The phone stops ringing and the answering machine starts going, playing the recorded, “You’ve reached the Harrington’s. Sorry we couldn't make it to the phone,” message out loud.
Eddie’s mouth catches Steve's in a bruising kiss right before the caller’s voice rings out shrill over the line.
“Steve, it’s happening. If you’re home, get to the hospital now,” Robin’s voice says and then the answering machine clicks off.
Fuck. They’ve been waiting for this phone call for over a week.
They immediately spring apart and Eddie hauls him up by the hand. He throws Steve his shirt and Steve pulls it over his head quickly.
“Fuck,” he says. “Robin’s going to make fun of me for the rest of our lives for missing the call that my nephew is being born.”
Eddie’s pulling his pants on with an amused expression. He laughs and says, “You think I’m gonna let you forget? You’ve been wound up about this for over a week now. Baby Buckley has incredible timing.”
Steve glares at him. “Yeah, yeah. The one time I try to let loose for ten minutes to be with my boyfriend is the time that Chrissy goes into labor.”
Incredible timing, indeed.
Steddie where Eddie moves into a small house in a retirement mobile home park. He is the youngest guy there and is pretty handy. All the old ladies in the neighbourhood start to talk about him when he begins to offer his handyman skills to them as well.
One day after finishing up winterizing Mrs. Harrington’s water supply to her trailer she invites Eddie inside for some tea to warm up. Winter hadn’t hit yet but it was already nippy out she told him. Once inside she invites him to come over Sunday night to join her and her friends ‘book club’. At first Eddie politely declines but once she explains to him that its all the old ladies in the neighbourhood sitting around drinking wine, smoking joints, and gossiping he’s in.
Enter Steve who visits his grandma every Sunday for dinner and sometimes stays for her gossip sessions with all the other bitties in the neighbourhood because the snacks are always great. Steve is surprised that week when the door bell rings and a hot long haired pierced man covered in tattoos is standing there instead of another old woman handing him her coat and cane. Steve sputters for a moment but then his grandmother is coming up behind him explaining this is the young man who fixed her water supply for her.
“Well um, thank you for that.” Steve nods awkwardly, watching over his shoulder as his grandmother waddled away back to her friends. “You didn’t have to come though, sorry if she twisted your arm about it, she’s stubborn.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with a small chuckle.
“It’s okay I really don’t mind.” Eddie smiled easily, inching his way into the house and Steve’s personal space. “Smoking weed with a bunch of old ladies and gossiping about my new neighbours sounds like a great way for me to spend my Sunday.” He winked.
“I- yeah it is pretty fun.” Steve agreed having not moved at all. “The snacks are always great too, you’ll have to try Betty’s blondie cake it’s always my favourite.” Steve leaned in to whisper conspiratorially.
Eddie beamed back at him, eyes roving all over Steve’s face before pausing at his lips for a second then darting back up to his eyes. “Lead the way then big boy.” Eddie bit his lip at how red Steve’s face got, he decided to push it slipping his hand into Steve’s.
“Yeah- uh sure yeah.” Steve nodded dumbly staring at their connected hands for a moment before snapping out of it and tugging Eddie along. “Everything is set up in the living room, I just got the fire going to so it should be warm.”
By the end of the night Eddie and Steve were melted into one another on a small single seater in the corner of the room. They watched as all the ladies gathered their coats one by one as their husbands came to collect them.
“It’s sweet.” Steve sighed unprompted, his head lolled against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie made a questioning noise so he continued. “Seeing their husbands come walk them back home at the end of the night. They aren’t annoyed that their wives are giggly and a bit wobbly they are just happy they are happy and want to be there to take care of them.”
“You are a sappy stoner Steve.” Eddie teased, he moved his hand over and dropped it onto Steve’s thigh giving it a squeeze. “Can’t say I blame you though, it is very cute to see.” Eddie sighed before unsticking himself from Steve’s side and making his way to the door himself. “I better get going, no husband to come walk me home”. He blushed at the implication of his own words.
“I’ll be your husband.” Steve blurted then immediately turned red. “I mean- I meant that I uhum-“
“You can walk me home Steve.” Eddie smiled wide and teasingly. He looked his arm through Steve’s and tugged him through the door, waving goodbye to Mrs.Harrington with a promise to be back next week.
The walk was short considering Eddie was only 2 houses down and one across. They kept their arms looped the entire 3 minutes they walked, and once they reached the door Steve still hadn’t let go.
“Well goodnight.” Steve spoke first, ducking his head away. He took a deep breath then looked back to Eddie determination on his face when he spoke. “See you next week?”
Eddie smiled but shook his head, “I was hoping sooner, how does Wednesday sound?” He moved in closer his hand sliding down to Steve’s waist.
“Wednesday is great I love Wednesday.” Steve nodded frantically then cringed. “I mean I don’t actually love all Wednesday’s just this one because we are-“
Eddie cut his rambling off with a kiss. He leaned in and connected their lips, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of Steve’s head.
Steve melted into the kiss, his body going lax in Eddie’s hold, “Thanks for saving me from embarrassing myself further.”
“Anytime sweetheart.”
steddie childhood friends were on Steve's birthdays, Steve always gave the first cut of his bday cake to Eddie.
It would make Steve’s mom snicker and his dad frown but no one else knew why.
Eddie had wondered from time to time but when they were young he figured it was bff benefits and as it happened every year, it became a natural thing and he stopped thinking about it.
But then, as they grow up... they grow apart. In high school, Eddie realizes he's in love with Steve. Afraid of ruining their friendship, he becomes distant.
In his mind, it's better to keep the memories of Steve than to be rejected by him or worse, hated.
So he acts like they just drifted apart because they were too different.
Steve fights him all the way. He tries to keep them together, he tries and tries but eventually, he stops calling, stops coming over.
By senior year they are just acquaintances who politely nod at each other in the hall. Even if Eddie’s heart breaks every single time he looks into Steve’s sad puppy eyes… He knows it for the best.
for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is what makes you brave'
rated t | 1,508 words | cw: coming out (one goes horribly wrong offscreen, one goes perfectly right), steve gets kicked out | tags: wayne munson is the best uncle, secret relationship, steve has bad parents, hurt/comfort, wayne adopts steve
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Steve should've gone to Robin's probably.
But when you're in a state of shock after being kicked out of your house because your dad found a handwritten love note from your boyfriend, you don't always think clearly.
He was sitting outside the trailer, on the gravel driveway, rocks digging into his ass and thighs, thinking about how uncomfortable the back seat of his car was for sleeping. He managed to grab his sandwich bag of savings, which was barely enough for a motel for a couple of weeks, but maybe he'd find a place that would be more understanding.
After Vecna, most places were open to any arrangement on payment as long as they got something.
"Steve?" Eddie's voice filtered to him from the front door of the trailer.
It wasn't until he heard Eddie's voice that he realized Wayne's truck was parked next to Eddie's van, which meant Wayne was home, which meant Wayne would be confused as hell.
Eddie's hands were on his shoulders, worried and tugging him out of his own thoughts.
"Hey," Steve said.
@steddielovemonth Day 12: Love is... The tea he brings me without prompt when I’m sick (Prompt by anon)
wc: 740 | Rated: G | cw: None
Tags: Sick Fic, Eddie is Being a Total Shit, Wayne Munson, Care Giving Steve Harrington
A Case of the Sniffles
Steve knows that Eddie is sick when he knocks on the Munson’s door, its accompanying flyscreen rattling under his knuckles.
“I’ve grown weak during the night,” Eddie had informed during a too-early-for-the-both-of-them phone call, “Come quickly, my dearest King. For I fear I shan’t make it to sundown.”
But, considering the expression Wayne greets him with, Steve begins to think that Eddie’s dramatics weren’t just a ploy to get him over here.
“You visitin’ Ed?” Wayne asks, throwing his work jacket over his shoulder in haste as he steps over the threshold.
“He called me,” Steve supplies, earning the rarest of laughs from the permanently grumpy elder Munson.
But Wayne quickly stops, clearing his throat and feigning seriousness. And by the look of the hurried glance he gives his truck, Steve suspects the man is happy to be relieved of caring for what sounds like the world’s biggest crybaby.
“Good luck, kid,” Wayne says, patting Steve on the back before quickly ducking his head back in the door, “Eddie! Steve’s here for ya! There’s chicken soup leftover in the fridge!”
There’s an unintelligible whining sound from inside that leaves Wayne wincing as he ventures down the front concrete slab steps.
Steve swears the man dashes to his truck before he can even get out a goodbye.
He heads inside, sighing as he opens the front door.
It creeks away as he steps over the threshold, the sound alerting Eddie to his presence. His boyfriend's dishevelled form lifts slightly from his sick bed on the couch where he is surrounded by tissues and crochet blankets. The coffee table is even more crowded than usual, littered with discarded cups and mugs. Typically Wayne would flip out about this mess but he’s already left the place for dust.
“Steve,” Eddie rasps, raising a limp hand before letting it fall, “Come closer. I fear the light is fading.”
But Steve just snorts a laugh and heads for the kitchen.
“Eds, you have a bad case of the sniffles.”
“I am ill!” Eddie argues, calling after him with complete clarity.
He looks back to find his couch-ridden boyfriend flapping back his blanket, sending a cascade of used tissues flying onto the floor. Eddie pouts, frowning back at him like a disgruntled kitten.
“Just…” Steve begins, reaching for a clean coffee mug on the dish rack, “Give me a minute to fix you something.”
“What is it?”
Again, Eddie’s voice doesn’t have an ounce of sickness behind it.
Steve rolls his eyes, “Just trust me, okay?”
There’s a fussy grunt but Eddie flops back down on the couch without any more protesting, which thankfully gives Steve enough time to locate the teabags, boil the electric kettle and add a dollop of honey to the mug. He makes quick work of fixing a cup of tea, setting it down after making room on the coffee table.
“Drink,” he commands, nodding to the cup.
Eddie grumbles, side-eyeing the mug.
“What is it?” he asks tentatively, folding his arms underneath his readjusted blankets.
“Tea with honey,” Steve explains, lowering onto the edge of the couch.
Eddie falls silent for a long moment, very obviously stifling a smile despite otherwise not looking like he is about to budge an inch to sit up.
“Can you hold the mug for me?” he asks, with a smile that appears just as mischievous as his bright and sunny regular self.
“Fine,” Steve relents.
And honestly? Up close, Eddie does look sick. Though still not enough to warrant the theatrics.
His skin is paler than usual, his nose reddened like he has been out in the snow too long. His hair is a little greasy too as his bangs stick out every which way, making him look like what Steve assumes the townsfolk of Hawkins were thinking of months back when everyone was convinced Eddie was a wild criminal.
They just never got a look at Eddie's impossibly cute dimples...
Steve picks up the mug and gestures for Eddie to sit – surely he can manage it. And his partner does so, even though he grumbles and gripes all the way.
Eddie gulps back god knows what, all gross and throaty before puckering his lips.
“Kisses?” he requests, sniffling.
“Alright,” Steve shrugs.
He leans forward to press a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips, earning a contented hum as he pulls back.
“Thanks for the tea,” Eddie smiles, taking the mug in his cold hands.
