all i want is a runnin' riot

Dustin, during the two-hour car ride with Steve: You have to ask Robin out! She’s awesome! She’s great!

Steve: Stop. I’m not dating Robin. Cut it out. We’re Platonic friends—with a capital P.

Dustin: But whyyy?!

Steve: Okay, that’s it. I… I like someone else.

Dustin: Awesome! Who is she? Ask her out! Come on!

Steve: I can’t.

Dustin: Sure you can! Who is she?

Steve: I can’t…

Dustin, for the next 30 minutes: Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?

Steve, finally snapping: EDDIE! It’s EDDIE, okay? Now stop. And I can’t ask him out.

Dustin, without missing a beat: Cool! Eddie’s cool. Just don’t do it on Thursday—we’ve got a game.

Steve, spiraling: I… wait… you… sorry, what? Please don’t tell Eddie. Please. Why are you reacting like this? I like Eddie. He’s a guy. Isn’t that… weird?

Dustin, absolutely floored: Steve. We’ve been to the Upside Down. We’ve fought Russians. Mind control. Interdimensional hell. Kids with psychic powers used as weapons. And you think this is the weird part? Dude, are you okay?

Steve: ...

Dustin, for the rest of the ride: You gotta ask Eddie out! He’s awesome! He’s great!

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“Harrington!!!” Eddie slurs from across the room when Steve walks into the party — eyes closed, head lolled, big cheeseball grin on his flushed pink face. “My dick works again!!!”

Uh. “G-good for you, man!”

Frank cracks open a fresh beer. “Don’t listen to him, man, he’s drunk.”

“I am drunk,” Eddie agrees enthusiastically, leaning over to paw Frank’s drink out of his hand and nearly knocking it to the ground. Beer spills over the lip of the can; runs down Frank’s hand and wrist all the way to his elbow. Eddie proudly pronounces, “I’m drunk and I’m healed and my dick is fuckin’ func— fuckin’— uh— work good?”

“Well, Jee. Zus. Christ.” Frank punctuates each syllable with a wipe of his wet hand across Eddie’s shirt. “Just keep your functional fuckstick in your pants, ya fuckin’ caveman.”

"aw geeze" looking little bastard.

Dealer's choice on whether you think one of them said this out loud 😄

Oh my god

Silver fox Eddie who just went through a divorce and wants to get back into the scene but he thinks he’s too old. A friend convinces him to just go for it, so he winds up at a singles night event. He doesn’t feel like going all out on his outfit, so he sticks to what he knows.

What he definitely doesn’t expect is for a younger guy (young enough to make him feel truly terrible) to drop to his knees with a smile and jokingly ask Eddie if he can worship his combat books

Eddie is just….sort of thrown. He’s like, “Uh, I mean. I wore them here, so. They’re kind of dirty.”

And the guy smiles even BIGGER and he goes, “Even better. I’m Steve, by the way.”

We can all agree on one thing. titties

people: do you like (character)?

me, a little unhinged about said character: He’s fine. He’s alright.

— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

What about like

Lesbian Eddie and maybe bisexual Stevie who hasn’t quite Done That yet and doesn’t know who she is or what she wants

What about Stevie going all the way to Italy for Nancy Wheelers wedding bc shocker, shes actually in the wedding party and Stevie still hasn’t met Jonathan but she’s incredibly surprised to find out that his best man is a woman with doc martens and curly hair and an attitude problem

As suggested by the lovely people on my Patreon: Steve and Eddie on a lazy morning on their living room, sharing their musical taste curiosities with each other! Ozzy saw a cuddle opportunity and took it 🐈‍⬛

The full set of steddie/eddie/steve tarot cards

I don't have plans to draw any more of these atm but who knows when inspiration will strike.

I've got a small run of A4 art prints ordered and a larger set of A6 postcards on the way cause I need them on my walls

tummy tummy tummy

via sunshineburnphoto on insta

Steve Eddie and Robin moving to a bigger city and just. Stealing the furniture from Steve's parent's house.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrington come home a year later and think WE'VE BEEN ROBBED and cannot locate their son

Meanwhile a tiny shoebox apartment in Chicago houses three broke twenty-somethings and the best most expensive furniture the Sears catalogue has to offer