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the cashier at barnes & noble just gave me this duck at checkout and they said “i give these to children and people with a certain vibe.”

floored to know something about me aligns with this duck

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this is purely for fun and I've certainly been guilty of a few of these things myself in my years of fic writing. don't be weird in the notes and don't use this as an excuse to insult someone's writing.

#its the epithets either of them but taller and shorter is the one that annoys me the most #just use their names if they already know each others names #orbs makes me laugh and feel nostalgic for 2012 fanfic

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having adhd and being a creator is like being on a timer. oh sorry you have this art idea? well you have approximately 12 hours to start it and 6 hours to finish the task or else you will lose interest and inevitably move on. oh you have an idea for a one-shot? well you’d better finish it in a day unless you want to banish it to your wips forever. ding dong bitch

#looks at all my half finished one shots in my wip folder

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The Desolation of Scorch

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✨Babygirl ✨

#steve harrington

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#two halves of a whole braincell

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #the siblings of it all #this is what happens when two only children imprint on one another #sibling dynamic but one step to the left

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(guy stuck in a timeloop) fuckkkkk i got yesterday tomorrow

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I understand some of you are 19 but that is not an old man, he's 32.

#this is how i feel about old man steddie #if youre calling it you better mean it #im talking 55 and greying at least

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if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life

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#saw this and instinctually knew it was puck and sabrina #my fucking childhood #all other otps modelled after them #sisters grimm my one and only #sisters grimm #and the little daphne is so cute

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cd has a hole. record has a hole. casette has 2 holes. streaming? zero holes. i think i’ve made my point

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For @hellion-child. Inspired by a little convo about this textpost and just how hilarious I find Robin barging into Nancy's bedroom in s4. Hel your textposts are an absolute joy 💖💖💖

"And this is my – Wha? Robin!"

But it's too late, Robin is barging past, squishing Steve up against the doorframe and leaving him choking out a hearty yelp before he can give any further introduction to his bedroom.

He should have known better, he guesses. His new friend had been pretty goddamn nosey throughout the rest of the house tour.

Steve straightens up and pulls at his striped vest, tugging it back into place as he watches Robin make a beeline for his dresser.

He scowls at his new friend as she ghosts her hands over everything sitting on top. His Little League trophy, some baseball cards and comics he had forgotten to pack away, his sparkling clean Wayfarers.

Robin pauses and makes a face.

"Your room is..." she hums, turning to scan the entire room, "It's really tidy... Too neat."

"What?" Steve defends, folding his arms, "I like keeping it neat."

"I need you in my bedroom," Robin says, spinning on her heel to step towards the desk. She freezes with her skinny fingers on the desk lamp switch, "Wait – that sounded way weird. I meant that I might need you to come over and help me clean my room. My Mom wants me to 'downsize' my wardrobe, which really means actually using it to store clothes and not craft supplies."

Her use of air quotations thankfully stops her from messing with the lamp, but instead, she runs her hands over the empty desk. A piece of furniture Steve has left untouched since graduating.

"A-ha!" Robin exclaims, pointing to his framed print of a red Corvette above, "You're a car guy."

She turns to the desk drawers now, her snooping failing to pause even for a reply to her commentary.

"Yeah," Steve answers, smacking her hand away as she reaches for the bottom desk drawer, because... well...

He and Robin might have escaped a Russian-controlled basement and survived a drugging and several monster attacks, but he isn't too sure if they are at, Sharing Titty Magazines-level of friendship just yet.

Even if Robin is already calling them, "best friends".

"I see," she winks, nudging Steve with a little too much force square in the stomach before she heads for his bed.

"I t-thought you wanted to go out to the pool?" he splutters, still a little sensitive to pretty much everything after Starcourt.

"We'll get to that," Robin calls over her shoulder.

"And it's way past lunchtime," he adds, looking at his watch as he begins to crave a sandwich.

It could be his muffled hearing, but Steve swears he hears his stomach rumble.

"Dude! Where is everything!" Robin demands, positively flailing her arms as she speaks at a whiplash pace, her voice creeping higher with every word, "Your stuff, your junk! Knick-knacks! Old stuffed animals. Movies! Music! Days-old clothes, random thoughts on a notepad!"

"I have boxes under my bed," he offers, thinking he is stating the obvious.

Robin drops to her bandaid-covered knees, all giddy with glee. She rubs her hands together before flinging back the plaid bedspread to reveal several plastic storage boxes, all labelled and aligned under the bed.

"Eureka!" she praises and looks up, smiling wide, "Come over here, Harrington, I need you to tell me everything while I look."

She beckons him over and Steve joins his best friend on the floor, ready to show off all his favourite things.

Except for his dirty magazines... For now.

#yes yes yes yes YES YES YES YES #just know im still chanting this over and over in increasing volume #steve and robin #knick knacks are a window to the soul

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late 80s castleton green wool snoopy knit sweater

#i covet this #snoopy