#st3 spoilers

[munsster]

that everything feeling

A/N: i love s3 and i love s3 steve in his s3 scoops ahoy shorts. so i like basically did a mini s3e7-8 rewrite??? but it’s not serious. and now there's this

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!GN!Reader

Summary: You (Henderson!Reader) despise Steve Harrington, but the end of the world (and your little brother's gang) has other plans for you. 2.6k words

Warnings: season 3 major spoilers (lol), canon-level gore, blood & vomit & drugs, kissing (ew right), fluff, cursing, drugged steve, more kissing & cursing

Steve is basically limp against you, and you have to laugh at how quickly the Russian amphetamines went right to his head and turned him into a walking slinky. Well, more stumbling than walking. You also have to laugh at the awful situation Dustin and his little shit friends left you with: dragging their half-concussed babysitter through the mall rapidly away from a troop of bodybuilder-types foaming at the mouth and hungry for blood.

Speak of the devil, two of the brick shithouses in question—each larger than both you and Steve combined—come barreling against foot traffic in your direction, though not quite at you, which is somewhat of a relief because there’s a chance to escape. Still, your heart is pounding deep in your ears—something that always sends you in a stupid direction. So with your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bright red neckerchief, chanting ‘please be unlocked, please be unlocked’, you yank the door to one of the mall’s storage closets wide open and tug him in after you.

“Woah,” he sighs, putting a hand on his sinking chest, and when you look at him, he’s marveling up at the ceiling, and you’re about to slap him across the face if he utters one more drug-induced adage. “Did I just die? Is this what the afterlife is like?” His eyes go wide as saucers when he turns to stare at you, suddenly bursting with giddy, schoolboy laughter.

You clap your hand over his mouth and guide him deeper into the pitch-black room at the sound of muffled shouting beyond the reinforced plywood door. He trips over a fallen broom, knocking himself off balance enough to instinctively anchor to your waist and slump back against a wall of stocked shelves. And he has the audacity to ‘ouch’ when an empty spray bottle bounces against his skull to the floor.

As much as you’re against Steve Harrington, you do have to give the bastard credit; he has a very natural charm about him that you can’t stay mad at for very long. Which is why you’re going easy on him today: not ribbing him for his reckless abandon and motherly love for the kids. He clearly cares, or else he would’ve let someone else take the hit. I mean, he’s got those gorgeous, brown eyes, all honey in the sun and starry. He hums against your hand and shuts them. But in a frog way, one after the other. And you’re almost relieved. A moment of silence, at last.

“Did you just lick me?”

You flick your hand away and wipe it down his shoulder with a killer glare, and he’s back to laughing his stoned ass off. But your fed up meter is boiling over, and those pairs of boots thudded along a while ago, so you slip your fingers between his and pull him along into the now unlit foodcourt, checking behind you every couple of steps to make sure he’s not facedown on the linoleum. That would be seriously inconsiderate seeing as he’s caked in blood, and it would suck to have to wipe that up on minimum wage.

“Um…” he huffs, tightening his iron grip on your hand and halting to a wavering stop next to the centerpiece fountain. He looks seasick and pale and moist, and you don’t need to hear him to know that when he says, “I’m gonna yak,” he’s being dead serious.

“Oh my God, Steve, you’ve gotta be kidding me”—you’re suddenly panicked when he tugs at the collar of his uniform with his brows drawn taut together—“okay, okay, where are the bathrooms, they’re—holy shit, across the mall. Nevermind—”

“Sink,” he grumbles, finding his shaky footing a few steps ahead of you, hand in clammy hand.

“What?”

“How ‘bout a sink?” He presses on, and you’re compelled to let him drag you around tables and chairs because he feels so sure and set, and you’re not one to deny a bleeding, more-than-slightly intoxicated man. You bare your teeth in a fake, almost worried grin.

“Steve, you’re drugged, where the fuck are we supposed to find a sink”—and in that second, you look up at the flickering LED sign—“Scoops.” From which epiphany, you take the lead, pushing him at the hips around the counter, through the swinging door, straight towards the deep, aluminum sink that he dunks his head into and proceeds to violently spew into.

You take to fiddling around the room, including but not limited to: dragging your finger across the dusty, steel table, opening and closing the service window, and reaching for the top of one of the shelves only for two ice cream scoops to clatter to the floor and scare you shitless.

“Nice,” Steve chuckles, running the faucet and wiping his cupped palm down his chin. He reaches forward and flicks three light switches, illuminating the baby blue room and the storefront with a warm and buzzing fluorescence. You gasp when he spins on his heel.

“You’ve got blood all over you,” you say. Because you knew he got jostled around pretty bad back there, but you didn’t think it would stain his shirt or earn him an insane shiner.

He looks down and shrugs. “Hey, handsome’s gotta do what handsome’s gotta do, okay?”

You roll your eyes and back up through the door to the front and nod him along before ducking down to locate the first aid kit and set it next to the register. “Come here,” you coo, “in the light.”

“Woah, bossy… okay,” he says, following you and bumping his hip against the counter and watching you flip the case open, digging around with both hands. He smiles sweetly when you stick the tip of your tongue out while taking out stacks of paper-sealed supplies, frantically scanning labels and directions.

“Okay,” you huff. You tear a small, white square open between your teeth and unfold the antiseptic wipe seated inside it. In one hand, you hold Steve’s jaw, tugging him closer while the other carefully cleans the blood spattered around his bruised eye. He hisses and latches one hand into the side of your shirt.

In tandem, you both “Sorry!”, and chuckle a little, and he’s still holding your waist, but you’re still holding him and tilting his face toward the light. You open a new parcel and dab the wipe at the cut below his lip. He squints his eyes shut, grunting and shifting his weight slowly.

“D’you want a bandaid for that?”

He shakes his head.

“Just gonna tough it out?”

A blossoming yet stubborn smirk gives him that signature shithead appeal, and you guess it’s conditional when he says, “They don’t call me ‘the king’ for nothing.”

“Nobody calls you that anymore.” You let go of him and shove the leftover wipes and bandaids into your pockets.

“Yes, they do.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“They so do.”

“Okay, name one person who calls you that.”

He scoffs. “Your brother.”

“Half brother.”

“Whatever,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, “he thinks I’m cool.”

“For your sake, I really hope Dustin respects himself a little more than that.” You crouch down to slide the kit back onto its shelf before popping up and smiling in Steve’s face. And he clenches his jaw, trying not to glance at your lips for too long.

“Wait,” he thinks out loud, “half? Same dad?” And c’mon, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, same mom. And it means you suck, Harrington, and my brother is definitely cooler than you,” you say, eyes suddenly wide and pleading, “don’t tell him I said that.”

“Oh, I’m gonna tell him.”

“Steve, don’t.” You poke his shoulder, and he tosses his head back to laugh. You look so serious, it makes his stomach hurt a little, but he’s glad he can still make you laugh when you look down for a second to hide a smile.

“Fine, fine, I won’t.” He shrugs, and you groan.

“Liar.” You turn to walk away, but before you can even move, your foot slips on the wipe, which would’ve sent you flying backward with a split skull if Steve hadn’t caught you and pulled you hard against his chest.

“Woah, don’t go falling for me now,” he teases. And despite how lighthearted he tries to sound, you can hear the deepset worry in his throat making his voice thick and breathy. “At least let me get changed, yunno, all that blood—”

“Shut up.”

He’s a little confused when he looks at you and you’re clearly not poking for fun. You’re straight-faced, and his stomach churns so delightfully when you curl your fingers into his shoulder. You don’t know if whatever this is is mutual when his eyes go a little glossy and his cheeks blush pink and warm. Your heart is wild and deafening and you think this feeling is nice. Like it could stay this way, and you wouldn’t even question it.

Because in reality, it’s already like this most of the time. Tip-toeing around and teasing each other like you’re some kind of forbidden fruit. Like it wouldn’t be fair to have each other. To care about each other even though you might as well. You might as well when you keep glancing down at his mouth shamelessly. When he brings his hands closer together around your back, there’s nothing louder than your blood like water in your ears.

You don’t even hear yourself whisper, “please,” but Steve sure as hell does.

He nods, feeling the curve of your spine, mapping you out because even though he can’t work a compass, he’s pretty sure you’re his true north. It’s not a hallucination when he leans closer or when you move your fingers so gently up the back of his head.

“Holy shit, there you are!” Dustin hollers, and you let out a heavy breath and draw yourself quickly away from Steve who shuts his eyes and pushes a hand through his hair. You hop over and scoop your brother into your arms. He groans, still patting your back reluctantly and saying, “We gotta go.”

…

Why you’re standing at the top of a hill watching these actual children babble into walkie-talkies is beyond your comprehension. You’re pretty sure even Steve gets it at this point. Though, he does call you over after spending a couple minutes listening to your brother and his staticky lady friend. Which is exactly why you agree and follow him blindly.

“I just need a little help pushing it out of the mud,” he sighs, gesturing over to the Cadillac slowly sinking into the grassy sloped meadow.

“‘Kay.”

He slumps into the driver’s side and pats the seat next to him, urging you to open the door with a sigh and slip into passenger. Turning the key, the car chokes a little before starting up, and Steve reaches across for the back of your seat, putting the car in reverse, and hiding a smile in his shoulder when it easily glides backward a few feet down the hill.

“Well… that was easy,” he mumbles. Your jaw ticks, and you look at him with a stupidly cheeky and incredibly feigned smile. Getting out of the car, you groan up the hill, and Steve fumbles for the door handle after shutting the car off.

“Wait,” he calls, and when you try to ignore him, “Wait!”

“What do you want, Harrington?”

His confidence falters a little with a dent in the soft earth, and you keep walking as if he’s not crazy about you. As if you don’t know and feel the exact same. But you’re sure nobody’s ever been crazy about you before, and this is Steve Harrington you’re dealing with. And then he’s shouting after you.

“Kiss me.”

Even your lungs go silent at that. You pause only for a step, recovering when you hear him get close and shuffle in the grass. What you don’t expect is him jogging far enough to wrap his hand around your wrist and stop you short of the shining horizon of Hawkins.

You turn, and Steve looks insane. Hair mussed, chin split, and eye swelled, but you bite the inside of your cheek because under it all, he’s handsome. More than a young adult boy should be, and when he says, “kiss me,” again, you believe it. He’s charismatic and thoughtful and he loves your brother almost as much as you do, and you wonder what stopped you all these years. Maybe it was impending doom, and now that it’s closer than before, maybe you’re feeling manic.

But maybe that’s okay.

“You’re high,” you whisper, “you don’t know what you want.”

“Come on, don’t do that. You were there when I puked up just about everything, right?” He wants to admit that right now, there’s nothing in his system but you and your smile. You’re in him like a sugar high; he can’t pinpoint the cause, and he knows he’d do it again. No matter how much you’d tease him for being cheesy, he’s serious. And with him looking into you like this, you feel insane. His brown eyes give you the stars and the everything above.

“I know what I want,” he says, squeezing your hand and guiding you closer. This is definitely not spur of the moment, unless this moment has lasted three years. He wants you close. Closer, even, than this, with you hovering like body heat though the night is cold and makes him rethink. But every time he does, he feels the same. “And I think you do, too.”

You reach up to cup the side of his neck, rubbing your thumb along his throat and trying to ignore the way your eyes water and cloud your vision.

“Hey,” he whispers, tucking his knuckles under your chin and pecking your temple, finally gathering you in his arms and rubbing your back, leaving another kiss against the crown of your skull. You lift your head, and he chuckles at the smear of blood down the bridge of your nose.

“Oh,” you huff, smiling and wiping your sleeve across your face. But looking up at him makes you feel embarrassed. Batshit and bothered and shy. He looks at you like it’s you. Everything, always.

And you hook your arms around his shoulders and catch his mouth with yours, grinning and going back for another when he holds you tighter than before. Your teeth click a little, but you figure it out, and you feel light at the noises he makes. No more ache and hurt and strain, just his soft lips pressed to yours. Just his palms sliding up your back. Just his smile and yours.

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin shouts from the top of the hill, “I called it—Woo-hoo!” Steve snorts when Erica slaps a five into Dustin’s waiting palm. You look at Steve and even past that to the sky, the open air and its stars. He smiles and kisses the corner of your mouth. You blink and grin before your eyes drift down to Hawkins. And Starcourt.

But your eyes go wide, and its not amazement when you mutter, “Holy shit.”

masterlist

#stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #fluff #steve fluff #stranger things fluff #st3 #st3 spoilers #steve harrington #steve #steve harrington x reader #henderson!reader #gn!reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #*

[cathie-eats-byler]

This poster seems overly byler-coded, let me explain.... so max, Lucas, and Dustin are all looking at the fireworks while eleven is looking at the camera (for obvious reasons she's the main character and stuff) but will is VERY obviously looking towards Mike and we see in this season that will is upset because Mike doesn't want to spend time with him anymore because he has a girlfriend and they are inlove (in wills pov) but on the poster do you see where Mike is looking......WILL , MIKE AND WILL ARE LOOKING AT EACHOTHER! also "one summer can change everything" seems very specific especially considering what happens between will and mike this season (rain fight scene)

#stranger things #byler is real #byler endgame #byler #stranger things 3 spoilers #st3 spoilers

[sarhcameron]

one fact about eleven and lucas: they'll always hold and protect max no matter what

#stranger things #st netflix #st spoilers #st4 #st4 vol1 #st4 vol2 #st4 volume 2 #st3 #st3 spoilers #maxine mayfield #max stranger things #eleven #eleven stranger things #eleven hopper #jane hopper #lucas sinclair #lucas stranger things #lumax #elmax #lucas x max #eleven x max

[timeladyshit]

same, but different | 3x06

#jopper #jopperedit #jopper edit #stranger things #strangerthingsedit #jim hopper #hopper #hop #joyce byers #joyce x hopper #joyce and hopper #jim and joyce #hopper x joyce #hopper and joyce #timeladyshit #st #st4 #st3 #st4 vol2 #st3 spoilers #st3edit #st3 rewatch #david harbour #winona ryder #murray #murray bauman #i'm still so happy jopper is canon

[binton7]

I think the precise moment where I was 100% against milkvan was in Season 3 when Mike lied to El about his nana being sick and backed up his lie by saying "im not lying!! FRIENDS DONT LIE"

the boy used their sacred friendship trust ritual to manipulate El. he cant do that! Thats like lying under oath and then saying "im not lying! IM UNDER OATH" its ILLEGAL. it breaks the laws of the universe!!! its a betrayal of the HIGHEST ORDER.

#byler #st3 spoilers #st3 #stranger things #stranger things 3 #anti midleven

[hourglass-full-of-stars]

Eleven & Hopper + physical affection

Stranger Things 3&4

#stranger things #st #stranger things edit #strangerthingsedit #stedit #st3 #st3 spoilers #st4 volume 2 #stranger things four #volume two #eleven #el hopper #eleven hopper #millie bobby brown #hopper #jim hopper #david harbour #my gifs #stranger things gifs #:)

[isorottatime]

robin like “i would like to be friends with tammy thompson ina totally platonic way uhhh no this feels different to friendship shit. idk i just don’t get crushes i don’t understand why boys are such a big deal. it is NOT romantic to want to walk with a girl who is a friend through old stone towns in italy during dusk actually and it’s NORMAL to look at girls lips actually and it’s fine it’s all fine oh my god i know it LOOKS like i have romantic fantasies about women but I DONT actually!! i fucking hate steve harrington”

#.txt #and she was an icon for doing so. what of it. #robin buckley #robinposting #shitposting #st #stranger things #st3 spoilers #stranger things 3 #robin stranger things #robin st #rebel robin #rebel robin book

[inky-quilled-dragon]

The amount of sheer, unadulterated disbelief, horror, and distress encapsulated in these pictures never ceases to completely murder me.

Dustin and his girlfriend: just having a lovely little singalong. Too good for this world. So pure.

Meanwhile

Steve & Robin: holy shit no wonder they're in love.

Hopper: NOT THE TIME CHILDREN

Murray: This is why i never had kids.

Lucas and Will: We are never going to let him forget this. Also we're all dead now. Dustin's singalong is going to end up getting us killed.

Joyce: Lord, take me now (seriously look at her)

#stranger things #st3 #st3 spoilers #3.8 #battle of starcourt #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #jim hopper #joyce byers #murray bauman #steve harrington #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair

[imwillbyersbestie]

There was an instagram post that was about saddest stranger things deaths and it had billy on it. I commented on it saying that billy's death wasn't sad because he was bad person. People flooded my replies talking about how he sacrificed himself to save eleven or that he was abused by his dad and that it justified his actions. Someone even said that he was a good person deep down.

Yall, good people don't attack defenseless black children and abuse their younger sisters. His abuse doesn't justify his racism and incredibly violent acts.

I genuinely cannot understand how people continue to defend Billy (I can actually, white/cishet characters can get away with anything while poc/queer characters are judged extremely harshly)

Sorry for the rant, just needed to talk about my frustration with certain parts of the stranger things fandom

#anti billy hargrove #stranger things #st3 spoilers #rants n rambles #frustrated #tw: abuse #tw: racial violence #tw: death

[three-possums-playing-human]

I honestly don’t… understand people who ship Billy with Steve. Not just in a “oh it’s toxic way!” but like genuinely, I don’t get it. Billy was racist, abusive, and all around shitty in the season he was introduced. And sure, we get a reason as to why, and he saves El and them in the end, but he didn’t actually get a redemption. Every scene with him and Steve, he was hurting Steve. In the last scene they actually have together, he beat the shit out of Steve. They didn’t have any actual interactions in season 3, and they didn’t have any interactions post “redemption” (if you can even call his one scene of being the good guy as a redemption)

Like, what Billy dealt with sucks, but I don’t get why the ship began. I get most of the other ships in the fandom, just not this one in particular. Maybe someone could explain to me the appeal? (I doubt I’ll ever ship it, but I’d still like to… understand why people do. It doesn’t even read as enemies to lovers to me, not when one of them is just… such a horrible person to everyone around them, at all times)

Also please don’t say “well you ship steddie so you’re just trying to hate on billy x steve.” Just because i disagree with a ship doesn’t mean I’m hating on it, I just genuinely don’t get the appeal.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve the babysitter #steve the hair harrington #harringrove #billy hargrove #not really hating on the ship #i just genuinely don’t get it at all #stranger things season three #st3 #st3 spoilers #st2 #st2 spoilers #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3

[cage-cat-yt]

Meme I made to cope, SPOILERS for St3/4, Fmab, and possibly twf

Jack Walten is more of a theory than canon, but I have a headcanon of how it happened so why not add him to my meme of coping. I don't think most of you dear strangers seem to understand how much these characters meant to me, and then they're snatched away by plot and I'm so heartbroken. Prolly gonna go cry some more lol

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

#possible spoilers #spoiler #st4 spoilers #st3 spoilers #fma spoilers #fmab spoilers #coping #possible twf spoilers #twf theory #twf spoilers #twf #the walten files #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #eddie munson #maes hughes #alexei #jack walten #meme #cried for like an hour with Eddie #40 minutes for Hughes #Jack is theory #and Alexei I was so angry #cage-cat #no image is mine #spongebob meme

[scoobydoomidnightblue]

This is just a rant and is in no way my full thoughts because it’s very hard for me to organize it all but I’m so conflicted about s4 that I just have to write something.

Okay… so retconning isn’t USUALLY supposed to happen until your try to make a spin-off or soft-reboot of an original story,

And while there are certainly elements of s4 I like, (thank you to Tumblr for supplying me with Ronance and Steddie. We’re witnessing the birth of fandom and I must appreciate) it just feels like a different show and I have kept it that way in my mind.

I’ve done so much with Stranger Things because there is so much to analyze and I’m always so surprised when people say there’s nothing under the surface in this show!

But the Duffers are trying so hard to push that THIS is the story they’ve been telling all along and while they have covered it well, like with giving Vecna powers that can make it work that it could’ve been him chasing Will in s1 ep1, I cannot believe that that’s how it is. Maybe it HAS always been this way and the Duffers have a very different eye than I do, but I feel I’m equipped to enjoy my original ideas about s1-3 and keep s4 as a separate entity.

I in fact made myself an ending to the series a while ago because I knew s4 was going to rip up my worldview but I put myself into a state of false hope for a while that lead me to believe that just maybe my complicated view of the show would actually come to fruition and that everything I’ve seen and theorized could work because I was able to make it work by myself.

But they went the simple way, of course they did. I don’t want to say they bullshitted through the writing but they certainly focused on the directory elements and visuals very heavily.

The mindflayer as an antagonist was never exhausted, in fact they set it up for him to come back at the end of s3 and they were using him quite brilliantly. The gate was closed but his influence remained since he was able to manipulate the Will/El alternates (ie. Hawkins scouts as I call them that Chrissy and Max were in the beginning of s4 before they forgot what they were doing.) (I’ve called the mindflayer the “puppet master” before, pulling the strings behind the wall that El closed.) (I’m not going to get into how that’s representative. I do not have the energy though unfortunately I don’t think I ever will and it’s just going to be locked in my head forever. I can’t get it in order.)

I don’t like the whole rainbow room thing and the restructuring of the workings of Hawkins lab. (That connects to how they’ve changed Hopper but I also don’t need to get into that right now. I should just stop the parentheses and WRITE but I’m an idiot)

The “sympathy” shown for Brenner in the beginning initially made me think someone was in denial, particularly denying the trauma caused by a father figure and they’ve just thrown Lonnie away. (I never thought I’d be upset to see that bastard not exist but they just lost that the story needs to be sort of central to the Byers. S3 was a divergence in every way but ON PURPOSE. They were supposed to look back at s2 for this season and build the balance back after our teenage dramatic capitalist over show that was in my opinion over the top and bright on purpose. That season, which I initially hated and there are still parts of it that I dislike (I still don’t understand the Hopper character development reset) works really well since all of the characters are growing and it gives us a chance to see the villain powering up again but also focus on the VERY HEAVY relationship element of the show. Both familial, especially with the Wheelers in s3, and romantic. We see relationships start to lose their stability like Jancy and Mileven. The parts of the season that shine are where they do tone shifts, the hospital, the byler fight, the end when the Byers’s are moving. The tone shows the significance and everything down to the costume design and things Mike looks at help build the characters. The best balance of the viewer being able to see the facade crumble are Billy eating dinner with heather’s parents (intentionally/blatantly unsettling as El and Max figure out what is going on) the scene of when mike and El leave the others (while they go see Cerebro I think) to go kiss helps the audience see that Mike specifically (because let’s be honest, eleven doesn’t understand relationships.) is trying to act adult and pushing aside his friends. Mike taught Eleven that a relationship meant kissing right away, by kissing her, in his naive “I want a girlfriend because I need one” way. And he is acting like his parents in s3 (costume design + blatantly showing Karen Wheelers discomfort in her family structure in case you forgot about Nancy mentioning it in s1). Like, s3 used tone SO WELL and now s4 is like “oh you liked the funny stuff? We’re going to exclusively use the trendy MCU-style humor.

Oh my god I could go on about s3 forever, I have not even said anything about how ALL of it can connect to Will or things being fake (I don’t like that they’re making the Russians blatantly “real” either since they, like Erica, were used in s3 as a device.) I’m not gonna talk about how so many characters represent certain things in the mind (Murray and Alexi in s3. Hopper, kali etc. s2) fucking not never, they’re mine and I will fight for them to exist. Billy and Heather, Eleven and Will, etc. I cannot talk about right now because I’d have to go from the beginning and I do not have time because it will send me to the hospital.

S4 loses the subtlety that made this show so great in the first season. I’m just resigned to the fact that the duffers took the easy way out since the world will watch whatever they put on screen.

Sorry that this is so long. I’m not doing very well and my ST timeline is there, but it’s hard to get it back in order. I’m gonna make a separate thing for the examples of retconning

#personal rant #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #byler #i hate the duffers #stranger things 3 #st3 #st3 spoilers #i am unwell #queer mike wheeler #sorry

[whoyagonnacallthe-nerds]

How am I meant to get anything done when I know FIVE characters are getting killed off Stranger Things tomorrow??

#st3 spoilers #stranger things #st3 #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #eleven hopper #max mayfield #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #joyce wheeler #jim hopper #murray bauman #enzo

[apeshit]

found out the other day that although you can now throw eggs into the basket in salmon run, it actually eats up a lot of ink so try not to do it if it doesnt benefit you a whole ton and there are enemies nearby

#otherwise if you need to travel through ink a ton to get to the enemies it wont matter if you throw #bc itll replenish while you swim there #like the tornado mode #canto ix #st3 spoilers #splatoon 3 #st

[simpforpeteromg]

#stranger things #billy hargrove #st3 spoilers #st3

[krunchycrispy]

Stranger things season 3 spoilers

This is really short but i just watched season 3 ep 7 and I just cannot stop thinking about Alexi’s death. Not even 2 hours before hand he shared how he just wanted to be an American citizen. Not even an hour beforehand he won a prize surrounded by smiling and cheering children he didn’t know while grinning himself. Not even half an hour ago he was walking up to his new friend who was getting food with a big stuffed toy in his arms feeling proud of himself for winning a game he discovered wasn’t rigged in the end. Then, he sees him, everything goes fuzzy and his friend tells him to apply pressure to the wound while he gets help. But in the end, he still died alone, in a funfair ally in a country where only three people of that country knew who he was. I just cannot stop thinking about how much he was smiling before all of this.

#Stranger things #Stranger things 3 #Alexi #Spoilers #St3 spoilers