All I talk about is Steddie

Lucas: …

Max: …

Reducing the fat content does not inherently increase the healthiness of your food.

Reducing the sugars does not inherently increase the healthiness of your food.

The only way to increase the healthiness of your food is by adding additional nutrients to it.

I saw a video of someone complaining that fucking chicken tikka masala "wasn't healthy" so they made a "healthier version" that was, in fact, LESS HEALTHY. Because they made it with only fat free dairy products, rendering many of the vitamins they would have otherwise gotten from that meal utterly useless, because the body needs fats in order to absorb them properly.

Two tbsp of brown sugar does not render a meal "unhealthy." Full fat dairy products do not render a meal "unhealthy." Calorically dense foods do not render a meal "unhealthy."

If you're really concerned about your health, add more nutrients. Eat extra veggies or extra protein. But you're not actually worried about your health. You're worried about your weight.

You're worried that in the process of eating a homemade meal with lean protein and veggies and a rich, delicious sauce you will consume more energy than you can use today.

You're worried that energy might be stored so that your body can use it when it needs to later.

You're worried that your relationship with gravity might change. You've been taught to worry about that. You've been taught to misconstrue manufacturered body issues as being "health conscious." But you're not doing things to promote health. You're just trying to reduce your energy consumption no matter what.

I technically don’t have time for this. BUT guess what, I did it anyway.

I also added a few tattoos to Eddie because I imagined this was at the start of the 90s ;) it was fun trying to think of something he would get in this context. So there is a devil holding The nail bat and on his calf the text from the ring in lotr. And also a small sword that was supposed to be Narsil (also lotr), but I got lazy.

There is one guy who could be a groupie, but he’s dressed so… preppy. He’s sprawled on one of the many comfy couches and working on a Rubix cube, tongue poking out a little in concentration. Munson doesn’t introduce him, just calls out, “How’s it coming, sweetheart?” The guy doesn’t even look up, just flips him off; Eddie laughs and moves the tour along to the next room, which contains a full Olympic sized pool with a Star Wars themed mosaic floor.

What draws all the attention though is a coffee kiosk set up inside Munson’s home that’s a clear spoof on Starbucks. It’s a fully branded and decked out coffee “company” named Penta-Dollar, with a logo that has a white pentagram etched on a red sand dollar by a black tentacle holding a tattoo gun, curling around from behind the sand dollar. Once the footage airs Starbucks sues, and Munson has good enough lawyers that it basically just becomes a matter of cease and desist.

A few months later Munson launches his own coffee company called Malicious Compliance Coffee Co., with a logo featuring a hand that’s obviously modeled after Munson’s giving a thumbs up sign. Of the rings on the hand, two are some of his signature decor: a skull and a cross surrounded by skulls. But the middle ring, instead of his signature pig ring, is an octopus. The branded hot beverage cups feature photocopies of the legal decision from the case with “Starbucks” and “Penta-Dollar” blacked out.

It’s such a big stir that it takes a long time for anyone to comment on the fact that, uh, wasn’t that Olympic gold metal swimmer Steve fucking Harrington chilling on Munson’s couch like he lived there?

And doesn’t Harrington have a small sand dollar tramp stamp tattoo??

@iridescentrylandgrace Hehe. Some facts:

Steve is lounging because he lives there.

The pool was a recent addition, a welcome gift for Steve moving in. The mosaic includes some Ewoks. (Yes, they have already christened the pool by time of filming.)

The Starbucks lawsuit is literally the only reason Eddie starts his own coffee company. He wanted the hand gesture on the logo to be a middle finger instead of a thumb but was talked down. (By Steve. In bed.)

Eddie DID bag the hottest Olympic medal winner, you’re so right. (Steve thinks a few are hotter but he’s not going to say it out loud for fear that Eddie would end up banging down their doors to duel over his affections. He is correct to fear this.)

Five minutes after posting that photo Steve realizes it’s a trick cube that opens once solved. It contains an engagement band. Eddie is already down on one knee.

Steve has been trying to solve that cube for over a year, Robin is going to tease him so much about this.

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Heheheheeeeee.

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Okay, so it's Steve's first day at Scoops Ahoy and there's an accident in the walk-in that leaves him bonked on the head and pinned for a little while before someone can come in and move the shelf and all the gallons of ice cream that have him trapped. Robin stays with him while they're waiting and holds his hand because he's freaking out, and she's never had very charitable thoughts towards King Steve but this guy is crying and vulnerable and admitting he wasn't the best guy in high school but that he's trying, and his parents keep giving him shit for not getting into college but hello he's had two concussions in the past two years and they didn't come home to check in on him either time or see how much he was struggling with school afterwards. (Robin is pretty sure this is concussion number three, but decides not to bring that up.)

YES @iridescentrylandgrace, that is exactly how it goes!!

“Follow him,” Robin hisses after the eighth or possibly millionth time this happens. God, how could she have ever thought Steve was Mr. Cool, he can’t even handle his crush giving him the time of day.

“The dude is fleeing my presence Robin,” Eddie hisses back. “Fun’s fun but I’m not gonna go chasing trouble.”

She’s going to kill them.

In the end, instead, she shuts Steve in the walk-in and lures Eddie back there claiming that Steve called out sick and she needs help getting one of the tubs off the high shelf. “It’s kinda frozen in place, you’re gonna want to be firm,” she tells him, and promptly shuts him in too.

One way or another, she’ll let them out when all the yelling and banging on the door stops.

Steddie+soul mates+too many beds+good friend Carol Perkins?

Yes!

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Okay, soulmates au where you have the first thing you hear your soulmate say (not necessarily to you) written somewhere on your body in their handwriting.

Steve and Carol haven't talked since high school but she's pretty familiar with the scrawl on the back of Steve's wrist that declares something silly but non-identifying. She studied hotel management and hasn't spoken to Tommy H. since she surprise visited him at his college only to catch him in bed with a dude, laughing in his face when he followed her trying to insist that it didn't mean he was gay and that he still wanted to date her. (First of all, no way was she staying involved in that hot mess. Second, she has since discovered how fun it is to fool around with girls and the hearts dotting the i's on her soulmate's handwriting hidden on her inner thigh now makes a lot more sense.)

Anyway, it's been years. So Carol shocked to see Steve one night, checking into her hotel with Eddie the Freak Munson—who signs the guestbook in a scrawl she recognizes, holy shit. She makes eye contact with Steve and instinctively gets that he's seen her notice it, that he desperately does not want her to say anything, and that Eddie must have no idea.

An hour or two after they check in, Steve wanders back into the lobby. Carol pulls out the small bottle of liquor she keeps in the desk during slow night shifts and doctors both their coffees and they chat. They exchange their stories of self-discovery like it's hot gossip, and yeah, Eddie has no idea because Steve doesn't want to risk their friendship. But Steve is also completely head over heels.

Carol is very aware that they're in a room with two twin beds—which is obviously one too many for anything to happen. After a while she takes pity on him and passes him a tampon from her purse. "Go back to your room and flush this," she advises with a smirk. "Since you're both guys it'll just get written off as something the previous occupants did. When the toilet overflows, I'll get you a room with just a queen bed so you two can get all cosy. Turn on the charm, cuddle up, and see what happens. And if it doesn't go well, you can always come back out here to the open arms of Jim Beam."

She doesn't know if he'll have the nerve to do it, but she hopes so. One of Eddie's rings had slipped while he was signing the book and she'd caught a peek of Steve's cramped scribble across one of his knuckles. 😉

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@iridescentrylandgrace I always love your tags, have I told you that lately? ❤️

I love “have at thee” for the words on Steve’s wrist, and maybe he heard them his freshman year when he was still trying to get in good with the popular jock crowd so once he realized it was that weird sophomore guy he started wearing a watch to cover it up. Still feels kinda guilty about that which is why he’d never bought weed directly from Eddie before s4 and still hasn’t made a move until now. But he’d always kind of liked the playfulness of the words, and even as a freshman privately kind of hoped he could at least get to know Eddie someday.

Eddie’s words would have to be pretty short to fit under a ring… Maybe he was horsing around with his friends in the hallway one day in his second senior year and Tommy comes around a corner on a tear and zeros in on the school freaks for some stress relief, and Eddie hears the fallen King Steve mutter “ah shit” under his breath before moving to intercept. That day Tommy made himself feel better by ragging on Steve instead.