#harringtontm

[shadowcovcn]

... asoiaf

meme // accepting // @harringtontm & @munsontm

Both you and Frankenstein sent this one in. Feels like a bit of a message...can't imagine what kind though...

So I'm familiar with the books as a whole but never read the series in its entirety. The first two books were definitely enjoyable for me so it's not like I have much of an excuse beyond laziness .

My favourite characters from the series aren't the same as the ones I would likely choose to rp. I prefer choosing muses who may need a bit of a facelift. So, anyway, muses I would consider are: Joffrey Lannister, Ramsey Bolton, Rodrick Greyjoy, and Aeron Greyjoy. But I think the one that would inevitably win out is Balon Greyjoy. Messy, morally questionable parents are just my thing. Idk what to say other than I'm a simple bitch who loves drama.

#harringtontm #munsontm #⌈ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ⌋ ➝ (mun.) #ooc / mun.

[khrused]

morning after starters : " 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎? "

she rises from the sea of linen sheets like aphrodi'te ────── emerging from rolling waves and salted foam to reveal her beauty for all the world to see; but here, upon her bed with the morning sun setting her skin aglow ― she is revealed for his eyes only...

cheek props itself atop a hand, a smile blossoming across her cheeks as she resists a laugh. " i guess that depends... " hera teases, reaching across to the sheets to playfully tap the tip of @harringtontm's nose ― tag, you're it... " when are you going to ask me, hm? "

#harringtontm #𝐈𝐈𝐈. answered ( . . . ) sweet as cherry wine. #𝐈𝐈. in character ( . . . ) and her tongue so mean. #now that i have my verses up #i gotta make my verses tags huh? sob #stranger things tbt

[goldenngore]

sex education

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you what character I would RP from that fandom / accepting / @harringtontm

On very opposing ends of the scale....Aimee or Jackson. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why, they just stick out to me as interesting people to deep dive into.

#ooc: back on sad boy shit. what's new? ( 🌱🌹🥀 ) #harringtontm #🐦‍⬛💌

[munsontm]

♦ for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned / accepting / @harringtontm

"Darlin', I could never use just one word to describe you. I'd have to use a buncha words and turn em' into a song. But if I gotta choose, then... everythin'."

#harringtontm #I'm fine 😭❤️

[immobiliter]

@harringtontm sent: what we do in the shadows, asoiaf, our flag means death ? → send me a fandom and I'll tell you what character I would RP from that fandom.

okay i have already answered wwdits but i will move onto the other two!

asoiaf → this one is so hard. not just because nobody really spoke to me the first time around when i watched/read, but also because i can't even remember half of the characters from the series now lmaoo. so the big one i remember contemplating back in the day was tyrion, but tbh i was never a huge fan of book!tyrion when i read the books and now all these years later i have varric, who scratches that particular itch in terms of type of character ( and is honestly superior ). i am really struggling when it comes to anyone else though ?? lmao. idk i sat here for an hour thinking about it and there's just nobody. head empty. it's not meant to be i don't think.

our flag means death → okay this one is a little easier. there still isn't really anyone that i want to write, but the character who piqued my interest the most when i watched was lucius, so i think in a hypothetical scenario he is the one i would pick.

#harringtontm #* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. ) #i really really tried with asoiaf but i just don't care about any of them ?? lmao #and i think since the show ended my interest has completely plummeted #so i just don't even really care to find somebody i could write ?

[trickstercaptain]

@harringtontm sent a meme: sleep. it's all right. i'll keep watch.

       It was the first time he'd stopped to take a breath in at least four hours, maybe more. If he hadn't been up and down ladders, ensuring that hatches had indeed been battened down and that none of the torrential rain or ship-sized waves had pierced the hull, he was at the helm barking orders or in his cabin consulting his detailed, annotated charts. He couldn't afford to stop, particularly after nearly taking a tumble over the side of the ship ( after a rogue wave struck the Wicked Wench at an unexpected angle ), or else this would happen: he'd lean against the rail, his feet and legs would protest at the prospect of moving so much as another inch, and his eyes would slowly drift shut.

       Fortunately he did not get so far as to actually drift off, brought back to attention as Jack was by the sound of a soft voice beside him. He opened his eyes to the sight of Steve Harrington, looking as wet and bedraggled as he probably did — but he couldn't quite stop looking at him. It was still raining, even though the storm had passed, and Jack had to acknowledge that the distracting way in which the water clung to Steve's shirt was a sign, if he'd needed one, that he'd been at sea far too long.

       “ I'm fine. I'll manage a little longer. At least until the rain stops. ” Jack flashed what he hoped was a reassuring, grateful smile. Yet it wasn't just how Steve looked that was playing on his mind in that moment; it was the lightning fast way in which he'd jumped to attention and caught Jack before toppling over the side of the railing; it was the way he'd seen him helping out the other hands and mates on board in spite of his lack of experience; it was the stunning amount of maturity he'd displayed over the past few hours. Not even now, as the danger subsided, had Jack heard a single complaint from that direction.

       “ Thank you. ” He deserved to hear it. As much as Jack enjoyed the thrill of a good squall, it was always a taxing affair — even more so as a captain. “ Were it not for you, I'd be over the side right now wishing I'd grown a tail and fins. ” Jack smiled again, more teasingly this time. “ Turns out you're not so bad at this after all. ”

#harringtontm #&. and you want to turn pirate yourself. is that it? ( answered. ) #&. verse. five sodding years of work ( eitc. ) #just some gay longing in this club tonight #i'm obsessed by this verse for many reasons you know this #but one of them is the fact that jack is not completely oblivious for half of it fkdjgdfg #steve: saves jack's life and looks hot doing it #jack: i'm in danger.gif

[thagantm]

@harringtontm ; ❝  if  we  get  through  this,  is  there  a  thing  where  we,  like,  talk  to  each  other about  stuff…  normally?  ❞ ( x )

WHAT  DOES  A  HEART  ATTACK  FEEL  LIKE ? painful , he  wagers . a  stabbing , probably , or  a  slicing , cutting , something  like  that . he  tries  to  think  back  to  that  fun  night  at  ACJC  when  someone  had  felt  the  need  to  plunge  a  sharpened  tooth  brush  into  his  back  ( does  Steve  even  know  about  this ? probably  not )  and  wonders  if  it’s  a  little  like  that . adrenaline  rush , followed  by  a  feeling  he  can  only  describe  as  searing  and  hot  and  the  pain  doesn’t  actually  settle  in  until  the  stitches  are  done  and  the  high  wears  down . with  his  track  record , one  might  think  that  Tommy  is  a  sucker  for  pain , but  there’s  pain  and  then  there’s  pain  and  then  there’s  whatever  this  bullshit  is  that  goes  PANG  in  his  chest  when  Steve  asks  this  very  question  he  had  not  anticipated . he  feels  his  throat  dry  up ; tries  to  swallow  once , twice  but  fails  completely  and  only  manages  to  scrape  parched  skin  against  more  parched  skin , causing  another  source  of  friction . awesome . this  isn’t  supposed  to  feel  this  way . talking  to  somebody  one  loves  cares  about , despite  it  all , isn’t  supposed  to  feel  this  way .

Tommy  takes  another  drag  from  his  cigarette , hoping  that  Steve  can  neither  see  his  heart  pulsing  in  his  throat , nor  the  slight  tremble  of  his  fingers  when  he  brings  them  up  to  his  lips . this  may  be  the  single , one  moment  of  peace  they  might  have  before  something  new  and  excessively  shitty  happens  and  he’s  not  ready  to  talk  about  the  what  if’s  and  could  be’s  when  his  brain  hasn’t  even  tuned  in  on  the  present  moment  yet . it’s  not  fair  and  a  part  of  him  is  more  than  tempted  to  throw  exactly  that  at  Steve’s  head , but  he  heroically  resists  the  urge .

“ if  we  get  through  this , ” bright  green  eyes  look  at  Steve  then , his  face  betraying  that  he’s  the  opposite  of  happy , though  it  remains  unclear  as  to  why  exactly . “ I’m  gonna  kill  you . I’m  gonna  kill  you  so  hard  for  dragging  me  into  this  shit , Harrington , I  promise  you  that . ” he  licks  his  lips , takes  another  nervous  drag . “ now  if  you  happen  to  survive  that  somehow , I’ll  kill  you  again  and  if  you  also  happen  to  survive  that .  .  . ” a  pause .  almost  as  if  he  himself  isn’t  quite  sure  how  to  finish  the  sentence . a  touch  of  anger  has  built  up  on  his  face  while  talking , brows  knit  together , the  freckled  nose  scrunched  up  a  little . and  while  he  ponders  the  end  to  that  sentence , it  almost  seems  like  he  deflates ; tension  seeping  out  of  him , his  face  slowly  relaxing  again , and  Tommy eventually blinks  and  clears  his  throat . “ maybe . I  guess . whatever . ” well  done , Hagan . now  get  that  fucking  flutter  in  your  chest  to  stop .

#harringtontm #ic. [ answered ] #verse. [ canon ] #dynamic. [ harringtontm ] #and on tonight's episode of heartbreak central...

[heatherbecker]

she   doesn’t   know   at   what   point   it   happened.   but   she   got   swept   in   all   of   this,   she   could’ve   gone   a   day   without   some   stupid   movie,   she   could’ve   stopped   going   to   family   video   the   moment   she   figured   out   steve   was   there.   but   she   didn’t.   and   now   she’s   knee   deep   in   some   shit.   the   vibes   of   this   hell   hole   are   fucked   up.   her   nose   is   constantly   bleeding   everynow   and   then,   and   robin   freaking   out   and   everyone   freaking   out   is   a   disservice,   not   mentioning   how   she   somehow   feels   connected   to   all   of   this   in   some   way.   in   a   dream,   in   a   nightmare   so   long   ago.   and   she’s   freaked   out.   it’s   even   weirder   now   because   she’s   involved   with   so   many   more   people.   and   they’re   so   unbelievably   thick   and   intense   at   the   same   it.   it’s   only   now   that   robin   ran   off,   freaked   out   and   nancy   followed   her.   leaving   the   both   of   them   behind   that   she   feels   she   can   breathe.   just   a   little.   it’s   scary,   all   of   this,   and   it’s   scarier   how   normal   the   group   treat   this.   and   now   they’re   here.   the   inevitable.   the   unavoidable,   for   when   there’s   dark   there’s   a   light.   and   @harringtontm​   is   holding   it.   just   her   luck.  

she   tries   to   roll   with   the   punches.   with   the   drumming   in   her   head.   with   the   worry   over   everyone   else.   but   she   walks,   steve   seemingly   taller,   since   she   ditched   the   boots.   practicality   or   something.   hands   slid   into   the   pockets   of   her   hoodie.   “-you   know   when   i   said   i   wanted   to   get   in   touch   with   the   darker   forces   of   the   universe,   this   isn’t   exactly   how   i   pictured   it   to   be.”   she   mentions   off-handedly,   because   they   talk   now.   they’re   on   talking   terms.   and   it’s   hard   to   ignore   the   strings   tugging   in   her   chest.   even   harder   to   ignore   them   when   she   can   feel   what   steve   is   feeling.   this   nervousness,   like   he   cares.   like   he   likes   her.   like   he   wants   to   say   the   right   things,   concerned   even.   so   different   from   that   boy   from   so   long   ago,   like   someone   else   dug   deep   inside   of   him   and   pulled   out   exactly   what   heather   had   seen   and   felt   a   long   time   ago,   she’s   never   wrong.   and   when   she   considered   steve   harrington   the   only   mistake   the   only   letter   she   read   where   she   had   missed   the   fine   print   well,   she’s   never   wrong.   bright   blue   eyes   turn   to   him.   looks   at   him,   hopeful.   and   there   is   still   this   terrible   possibility,   that   it   is   once   more   not   her.   that   it   is   nancy   wheeler   again.   and   isn’t   it   dreadful?   she   pushes   the   thought   aside.   “-for   once   i   was   expecting   some   terrifying   but   hot   demon   to   be   involved,   and   you   weren’t   exactly   in   the   picture,   harrington.   but,   circumstances   and   rude   wake  up  calls   a   side,   at   least   the   end   of   the   world   has   got   us   talking   again.   on   topics   other   than   movies   that   you   haven’t   watched.”  

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 closed . #harringtontm #( oof this is a long one ) #( but this is them walking in the woods before the fight ) #( im exploding and so on and so forth )

[hargrovetm]

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞ — steve

they’re   in   bed.   billy’s   laying   back,   enjoying   a   bed   that’s   definitely   better   that   the   one   back   at   home.   and   it   lingers,   the   feel   of   smoke   around   them,   billy   likes   to   smoke   after   sex.   and   they   did   and   now   he’s   looking   at   steve,   letting   himself   look   because   it’s   like   three   in   the   morning   and   who   the   hell   is   keeping   count   of   how   many   times   steve   makes   his   heart   flutter.   it’s   queer.   very   queer.   and   billy   on   instinct   wants   to   fucking   make   fun   of   steve.   he   wants   to   draw   a   line   in   the   sand   hard   enough   that   it   stays   between   them,   like   really   stays.   but   he   doesn’t   he   looks   away   in   the   pressure   of   it.   blushes.   hopes   its   dark   enough   that   steve   doesn’t   see   it.   he   doesn’t   know   how   to   tap   out,   out   of   this.   out   of   being   so   close.   “-the   way   i   laugh?”   he   asks,   and   he’s...teasing   almost.   “-what   does   my   laugh   even   sound   like,   harrington.”   it’s   a   good   question,   it’s   distracting.   puts   his   pendant   between   his   lips.   distracting   enough.  

@harringtontm​

#(omg ??? them being soft???) #(unheard of) #/ * tagged — 🐀 askbox *answered . #/ * tagged — 🐀 ( heartbreaker / soul shaker ) ic . #/ * tagged — 🐀 dyn. — ( are you wild and willing or is it just for show? ) . / harringtontm #harringtontm

[scoopstrooptm]

@harringtontm sent a meme: ❝ it isn’t fair, your age…having to deal with all of this. ❞ — from steve for dustin : ' )

       At a certain point in the last couple of days, Dustin had run out of tears to shed — or at least they'd stopped falling. But that hadn't stopped the upset still leaving him in a chokehold, causing his bottom lip to wobble every now and then, giving him an almost permanent redness around his eyes, making his breath hitch ever occasionally when he spoke. The time itself had passed in a bit of a blur; Dustin could only remember flashes from the last two days. He remembered Steve pulling him away from Eddie. He remembered seeing government cars and helicopters piling into Hawkins. He remembered reuniting with Lucas and finding out what had happened to Max, even if he hadn't yet found the courage to go visit her at the hospital himself. That was where Eddie should have been, after all. That was where Dustin had promised to take him, in those final moments together under the stormy, reddened skies of the Upside Down.

       Dustin was pretty sure Steve hadn't left his side ever since then — it had either been him or Robin close by, keeping an eye on him. They'd told his mom that they'd all been caught up in the earthquake and had been lucky to get out alive — explaining his limp after falling through the trailer gate after Eddie — and that it had left him feeling shaken. They couldn't tell her the truth. She could never know what or who he'd lost. She'd been worried enough about a killer being on the loose in Hawkins as it was. Like the rest of this town, she'd never believe that Eddie was innocent.

       The silence between them this morning had been comfortable, sat on the bench outside on the front porch of his house, waiting on an update via the radio from Erica after their latest trip to the hospital. It was a surprise when Steve spoke. It felt like they'd barely said anything to each other over the last two days. Just having Steve around, someone who knew what had really happened, keeping him company, had been enough.

       “ I just keep thinking that... if I'd gotten him to the gate in time, if we'd gotten him through, then he might have been at the hospital with Max right now. ” It was nice to speak the thoughts out loud to someone, even if Dustin's eyes watered a little as he said it. “ There might have been a chance. ”

       He quickly rubbed his eyes, letting the quiet fall between them again. It stretched on a little while longer. “ You never got to play D&D with us. ” Dustin turned to look at Steve. Maybe it wasn't the most important thing to be thinking about right now, but there'd been a time not that long ago when all he'd wanted was for Steve and Eddie to stop being jealous of each other and just hang out. He turned the radio over in his hands. “ I really wanted you to play. I kept telling Eddie that one day you'd turn up to Hellfire when we needed a sub, and he never believed me. ”

#harringtontm #&. interaction ( dustin henderson. ) #&. v / arc. iv ( dustin henderson. ) #it's return of the canon for this one rosie i'm sorry :))))) #i'm just writing this to console myself if we don't get a scene like this between them in s5 #because if eddie's death doesn't strengthen these boys' bond then what /was/ the point of it fdkjgdf

[cperkinstm]

@harringtontm sent 🗣️for an incorrect quote Ft. Steve Harrington & Tommy Hagan ( @thagantm )

Mutuals may reblog

#carol perkins / answered. #harringtontm #thagantm

[enclovir]

 ❝  ──────  it means...our life sucks!!  ❞

@harringtontm​​  ,  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 :      𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜

#harringtontm #𝐜𝐡 : ruby matthews / / flying on broken wings . #uwu

[goldenngore]

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#harringtontm #ooc: back on sad boy shit. what's new? ( 🌱🌹🥀 ) #🐦‍⬛💌

[munsontm]

@harringtontm liked THIS for the husband.

There had been many occasions in Eddie's 28 years of life where he'd found himself in a strange bathroom reapplying his eyeliner. Although none of those times were at his wedding reception, that thought in itself was extraordinary. Eddie Mun--Harrington was married, actually hitched to a person, wild. Not legally, of course. But the law could get fucked. He lived by his own rules.

The red eyeshadow held up well and looked even better with a fresh coat of black liner. Eddie pouted seductively at himself in the mirror right as his new husband half-stumbled through the bathroom door with an open bottle of champagne in hand. He looked over the moon to have found him. It made Eddie smile while he drew neat lines around his other eye. "Hey, handsome. Couldn't go five minutes without me, huh?"

#v. volume 6 / arc: san francisco feat. harringtontm. #harringtontm #hehehe #throws confetti around #💒

[immobiliter]

@harringtontm sent a meme: can you keep a secret ? — for aimee

       Aimee was reaching for one of the textbooks in her locker when Steve sidled up next to her in the corridor, all smiles and cocky confidence. Her curiosity was well and truly piqued as she shut the locker door and turned to face him, before her brows furrowed. “ OK but is this, like, a secret that’s actually gossip that Carol plans to make someone miserable with... or a secret secret? ” It was an important distinction to make. “ Like if you were harbouring a fugitive from Canada in your dad’s house or something, then of course I wouldn’t tell anyone about that. ”

#harringtontm #* / answered ( aimee gibbs. ) #* / verse: stranger things ( aimee gibbs. ) #they're gonna be so much fun i can already tell lmao

[trickstercaptain]

@harringtontm sent a meme: you call THAT a PLAN ? — from a very exasperated steve lol

         “ Yes. ” Brows pinched together and arms went up as Jack was met with the steadfast brick wall that was Steve’s crossed arms, feeling the defensiveness incessantly nudge at the ends of his patience. “ This is not the worst plan I’ve ever had. Even you have to admit that. Off the top of my head I can name five --- that you were involved in --- that were not as fully formed as this one. ”

         Ordinarily, he might not have minded. Ordinarily, it was Steve’s honest feedback that he craved more than any other: he knew that when the man he loved and trusted spoke plainly to him, no matter how much his pride might bristle, it was only ever with the intention of seeing him safe. Had he not been so blinded now, he might have been able to recognise those same signs here, but he had been on such a rush ever since leaving Port Royal with both a ship and the leverage he needed to secure his actual ship that he had, naively perhaps, expected a similarly enthusiastic response from Steve. He’d been there when he’d lost the Black Pearl in the first place, after all. He’d been there to experience it all. And, having already listened to Gibbs’ reservations about the so-called fool’s errand of going after Barbossa and his cursed, undead crew, Jack had been hoping to find a more sympathetic ear back here in the captain’s cabin of the Interceptor, after excusing himself from Gibbs’ company and blithely pointing the way out of the tavern to the whelp --- but it was readily apparent that that wasn’t going to happen either.

           A brief flicker of uncertainty crossed Jack’s face before he lifted the hat off of his head, discarding it on the captain’s table and closing the remaining distance between them. “ I know the original plan was just to get us a ship, but I can’t just... ignore this opportunity, Steve. Bootstrap Bill Turner’s son walked into my row of prison cells. The girl he’s besotted with has the final piece of the Aztec treasure taken from that chest. Worst case scenario, I trade the boy to Barbossa and take the ship. Best case scenario... the curse is broken and I kill him. ”

            His dark eyes searched Steve’s face, making no secret of his eagerness to win him over. But as he moved closer still, winding his arms around Steve’s neck and pulling him in, determined to fracture his resolve, his tone softened a little. “ You don’t have to come. ” Jack meant it. He’d do this alone with Gibbs if he had to. But he didn’t want that, and he wasn’t sure he did a great job at hiding his disappointment at the prospect. “ But as much as I want to spend more than one night here with you, I have to leave in the morning if I have any hope of catching up to him. ”  Fingers played absently with Steve’s hair. “ So, if you’re not coming, please don’t make me waste any more of our time together by arguing the point. You know me; I’ll keep talking us ‘round in circles until dawn’s here. ”

#harringtontm #&. and you want to turn pirate yourself. is that it? ( answered. ) #&. verse. the opportune moment ( cotbp. ) #time to officially inaugurate some older canon drama B) #it's just the way they're like #steve: vaguely disapproving #jack: :( :( :( #also jack: i'm still doing this anyway i'm just gonna be Sad about it #smh at him lmao #but i love themm they're wonderful