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mcbride · 2 years
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I know you’re frightened. You’re terribly frightened by what you’ve seen. Your friends are not prepared for this fight. Hawkins will fall. My friends need me.
HAWKINS team in STRANGER THINGS S4 VOL. 2
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piliharrington · 2 years
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Dustin: Time for plan G.
Lucas: Don't you mean plan B?
Dustin: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Nancy: What about plan D?
Dustin: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Robin: What about plan E?
Dustin: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.
Steve: I like plan E.
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rt3nenbaum · 23 days
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charlie's angels
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lucascsinclairs · 5 months
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Set Design in Stranger Things 4
Chapter Nine: The Piggyback
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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just thinking out loud but the Steve going to college because believe it or not he’s finally found a very specific course that catches his interest and it happens to be in Fort Wayne so he can still check in on the kids. It gets even better when Robin and Nancy decide they want to stay local too so they all pack together and get excited (and nervous) about moving.
The time comes and they leave Hawkins and suddenly it’s the first proper day of classes. The three of them are spread over the campus so Steve treks alone to his first class, the reason he chose the college in the first place: Introduction to Folklore.
He’s so ready to learn about something he’s finally interested in. Doesn’t pay attention to the usual seating conventions and social status, just wants to know where they’ll be starting, cliques and popularity contests a long gone part of his life.
The professor is in her stride, painting a picture with her stories of creatures from folklore and the origins, Steve can’t believe it but he’s genuinely excited to learn for once. The pinpoint accuracy focus on the professor is shattered when a voice erupts next to him
‘That’s great and everything but shouldn’t there have been a moth man lover sighting by now? Where is the justice for this noble creature I ask you? I know there’s monster fuckers out there professor.’
The professor slowly engages the guy in conversation but Steve is seething. Who does this guy think he is? Does he think this is a private class just for him? That Steve isn’t paying good money to be here? So pen clenched in a white knuckled hand Steve lets his bitchy temperament get the better of him ‘I thought this was a folklore class? Not a self insert romance lit course’ he clearly says it too loud because the boy next to him. The one who started all this turns to Steve and raises an eyebrow, a smug smile on his face and lets out a ‘huh interesting’ and what’s Steve supposed to do with that? And more importantly what’s Steve supposed to do with the fact that the guy is stupid hot with this long hair, tattoo combo and that the smug look on his face definitely made Steve’s heartbeat thunder in his ears? Out of rage on behalf of his fellow students, of course.
Turns out it doesn’t matter, the class is over and Steve is running out the door, determined not to get caught by those eyes again.
It starts off a Thing between them. Every week the guy, Eddie, will challenge the lecturer with some inane point that Steve refuses to accept he actually believes to the point of Steve firing back an argument at him. Eventually they are full on debates in the middle of the class that the professor has to mediate after eddie decided that standing on the table would be appropriate (of course, not to be outdone, steve followed).
They absolutely do not have a thing for each other and the rest of the class absolutely do have a sweepstakes on when they’ll get together
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dailydccomics · 9 months
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Happy Juneteenth from the Hawkins family Static Team-Up: Anansi (2023)
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fadeintoyou1993 · 2 years
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deputy-buck · 2 months
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Treat him like a God and he'll blind you like religion.
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stevebabey · 1 year
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hiiiiiii ruby i LOVE you and i would like to request a ❤️‍🔥 from the hundred different kisses list! 46. a swirling reunion kiss <3 love u xo @familyvideostevie
 hiiiii em <3 i love YOU and i hope u sincerely enjoy whipped as fuck boyfriend stevie <3 he's pathetic and i desire him carnally MWAH @familyvideostevie 1k+
It’s not often you and Steve are apart.
Definitely not for this long. Call it codependency or call it ‘we survived some tumultuous life-changing-but-in-a-bad-way shit together’ but it’s become a habit between the two of you.
You can have a couple nights apart, here and there, of course. But between the nightmares and Steve’s affinity for touch, it’s never too long before you wind up back attached at the hip.
A lifetime ago, before you knew anything about demogorgans or how to wield an axe to save your own skin, you would’ve kept yourself up at night wondering if you were being too clingy. Would’ve consulted gossip magazines and toed the line of flirty and playing hard to get.
Steve leaves no room for doubt; he’d have you around always if he could. It’s shown in his utter delight upon seeing you or in his pouty disappointment every time you have to go.
It just makes it all the worse when you do have to leave — this time in particular, it’s a week away, to visit your grandparents out of state.
Steve thinks a week is entirely too long and tells you so with a grumble, his face tucked away in your neck. You’re both tucked up on your bed but really, he’s supposed to be over to help you pack. Your suitcase sits open on your floor, untouched since Steve’s arrival and subsequent flop on your bed.
“It’s just a week,” You say, aiming to cheer him up, even just a little. Steve’s resounding grumble tells you that it hasn’t worked. In fact, he wrenches his face out and somehow, the crinkle between his brows gets impossibly deeper.
“Just a week? Are you even hearing yourself?”
You don’t mean to smile but your boyfriend is so dramatic that sometimes you can’t help it. You hide it behind a cough and try to school your expression back to seriousness — you are going to seriously miss him.
A week will be hard. But maybe not quite the impossible feat Steve seems to be making it out as. He looks as though you’ve asked him to consider raising a demodog together, all aghast in the face.
“It’ll be over before you know it,” You assure him sweetly. Reaching out, you card a hand through his soft hair, the strands fluttering against your fingers.
Steve sighs, his entire chest deflating a bit, and he wastes no time burying his face back into your neck. You manage to catch a faint mumble of what if i forget what you smell like? and this time, you actually can’t stop yourself from laughing aloud.
This only encourages Steve’s grumbling. He pinches your side, not meanly, and you squeal, batting his hand away. 
“It’s a serious concern!” He insists, wiggling his face out once more to face you with a pout.
You giggle lightly, just moving forward to press a quick peck to his puckered lips. Steve’s lashes flutter, momentarily distracted by the feel of your lips against his. He chases your lips, more disappointed when you don’t let him steal another kiss.
“You aren’t taking my boyfriend concerns seriously,” He whines, his hands setting alight with movement. Your apprehension grows as they near your sides, prime tickle zone, yet you can’t stop your smile.
“Guilty as charged.” You admit with a sheepish smile. His fingers move before you can seize the chance to wriggle away, beginning a relentless attack.
Very little packing gets done that night. You blame Steve when you show up at your grandparents with just two pairs of pants packed.
The week is hell. Mainly, because your grandparents are old-school and had frowned deeply when you had tried to sneak off to call Steve on the first night. It results in an accidental week-long detox from your boyfriend, no phone calls, no nothing.
By night three away, you have to admit, all his grumbling was correct — you desperately miss the sound of his voice, the scent on all his clothes. His boyfriend concerns were well-founded and you find yourself wishing you had stolen a sweater of his before you left.
It also means, by the time the week is done, you’re practically dancing in your seat with anticipation the entire drive home.
So, to see your doorstep empty, not even a glimpse of Steve’s maroon BMW on the drive in, sinks your heart just a bit. You're sure he'd come meet you today. All the excited energy you harbored seems to dial down a bit and suddenly, your suitcase seems even heavier than on your original departure.
You lug it up the stairs, steps heavy, and ignore the faint calls from your parents telling you they’re heading out to grab some takeout for dinner. Your appetite seems to have dwindled in your disappointment. Your only hunger is for a kiss.
It feels as though your heart has crumpled, just a bit, at Steve’s absence. For all his whinging and whining, you would’ve thought he’d be here the moment you returned. Worse, you know he doesn’t have a shift today. Your chest screws up a bit tighter at the knowledge of that.
Nudging open your door with a shoulder, you must look a picture of downtrodden, head hung low, feet dragging along the carpet. With a pathetic sigh, you all but drop your suitcase carelessly and begin to toe off your shoes.
You let out a little shiver at the breeze coming through your window — wait, your window? You didn’t leave your window open...
Head shooting up, you get about one second to notice him before Steve is on you. His arms are around your waist, head burrowing into the crook of your neck and you barely get out a surprised noise before your feet are up and off the floor.
“Steve!” You manage to squeak out, a bewildered noise of happiness. You waste no time in wrapping him back up in a hug, though it’s not as you have much choice with the way he swirls you around, all brazen and wild.
“Baby, baby, baby,” He’s muttering sweetly, barely stopping even when he finally places you back on the ground. His hand is on your face, sweeping along your jaw and he seems ecstatic, body buzzing like a live-wire, “You’re back.”
You nod, a bit overwhelmed by the love. You suddenly feel silly for even considering he wouldn’t be here.
“I’m back.” You affirm, a happy laugh tumbling out.
Steve eyes are a bit misty but you hardly get a moment to coo over him when they dart to your lips and he moves like a man possessed. His lips capture yours, passionate and strong, a kiss he’s been saving up all week. It smooths out every crease in your heart, makes your chest tingle until it feels utterly light inside and you’re positively glowing from love.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls back, staying close enough to press his forehead to yours. He’s flushed a bit in the cheeks and his grin is wide, betraying his pure glee.
“Hi.” He pants, tongue darting out to lick his lips momentarily. “Welcome back.”
You laugh, unable to help yourself, so delirious with happiness; so content with his love. “Might be worth going away if this is the welcoming committee I get.” You say, teasingly.
Steve’s hands on your waist tighten and without missing a beat, his feet begin to tug you both backwards in the direction of the bed. You stumble after him, completely enamored and warm in the face. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.
“You thought that was the welcoming committee? Sweetheart...”
By the time you wander downstairs to nab some dinner, what feels like hours later, your mom fixes you with a particular look. The hickies on your neck are too high up to cover and you’re too happy to notice them, until the look you receive. She just smiles, rolls her eyes teasingly, and pushes the takeout container in your direction.
“Fix him a plate too, and tell your boyfriend I said hi.”
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kidflashimpulse · 8 months
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made this whilst procrastinating on all my fics and responsibilities 😭 thought it might be useful cause i keep seeing different posts where ppl just don’t know the characters ages lol
also since i made similar posts on this before, thought it would be nice/helpful to group all these heroes together side by side because, why not
so here’s an age ranking of all the younger generation heroes from young justice animated
it goes from oldest to youngest
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fyi jaime and tye r listed in their wikis as born 1999 but i put them in 2000 because that seems to be the general consensus and what the show suggests
bart is technically born 2043 but he’s the equivalent of born in 2003
original roy harper was physiologically 15 when he was found in 2016 so i put him as the equivalent of 2001 even though he’s born 1992
violet is technically listed as born 2018 because of their fusion with mother box but i referred to their host body’s physiological age too.
lmk if any edits r needed <3
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momotonescreaming · 1 month
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lowkey obsessed with the domestic college stommy au that lives in my head
#stommy#momo.txt#no upside down au established stommy they leave hawkins together#go to college and get a shitty tiny 3 bedroom apartment in the city#that they share with robin and carol#because they cant go anywhere without their girls#and Tommy's already had his redemption he's trying to be nicer and do better#but his sharp edges are softening even more in the city#he gets to wake up in the morning in his boyfriends arms he gets to explore this side of himself#they watch bastball games together and hug and kiss and cheer whenever their team scores#he can slap steves ass when he's making breakfast and tommy comes up behind him#because theyre both still jocks#carol makes a chore chart and sticks it to the fridge so they can rotate through all the chores in the shared spaces#gives everyone baskets to keep in the bathroom to keep all their products separate (this is mostly for carol and steve)#robin is dating vickie and she wants what stommy has she wants to wake up in the morning to her gf but she can't just ask her to move in!!#tommy says yes you can suck it up and fucking ask her to move in next semester already#steve is a little nicer and reminds rob that vickie loves her and she'd never be mean about it if she wasnt ready to move in#but she totally is so thats a non issue#they all go to parties at frat houses and steve and tommy drink and dance and use the alcohol as an excuse to get all touchy in public#carol flirts and goes home with some hottie of the week#she's having fun being single and exploring herself and the dating world#robin dances and has fun but eventually just goes home with vickie#they have fun they build up this lil friend group and its everything and theyre free#they made it out of hawkins theyre away from their parents#im just!!!!!#aaaaaaaa#theyre fun to think about i love them#if anyone is reading this i love u
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beatrack92 · 28 days
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Chari Hawkins 🇺🇸
2024 World Indoor Championships (Glasgow)
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punkeropercyjackson · 20 hours
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Danny Fenton was such a weak ass protagonist,he was all quips and 'boys will be boys' with the occasional drama llama that happened like twice a season for 8 minutes meanwhile:
Percy Jackson was an autistic kid who felt worthless at 12 already and became suicidal at 16 but was also a bully beater and took direct action against the gods and did activism in the greco-roman myths world by helping out the less privileged sectors of it and is STILL an anarchist in current canon like in the 1st book
Zak Saturday was a black softboy on a show about cryptids and his love interest was a muslim girl that was potrayed as just minor puppy love instead of cosmic soulmates
Kim Possible was a perfect prep but also a girls girl instead of a pick me and a legit superhero even with all the silliness in her plots
Juniper Lee was a brownskin half chinese girl who was as cool and dorky as white male protagonists with her usual character beats do instead of a stereotype
Virgil Hawkins was deadass the FIRST EVER BLACK SUPERHERO CARTOON PROTAGONIST and such a sweet gentle boy but still had major attitude and they didn't soften up african-american experiences at all
Alex from Totally Spies was the baby of her same age team instead of the mom and wasn't masculanized at all and had just as much depth as the other girls
Ichigo Kurosaki was a goth punk traumatized teenage boy of color who actually acted like one instead of just an edgy douchebag and was obsessed with Orihime for being a pastel autistic kindhearted weirdgirl and treated her like the princess she is 24/7 and said fuck the Soul Society's cop ass over and over again and STUCK BY IT
Aang was a tibetan who's show adressed the cleansing the irl ones go through in it's TITLE ALONE and he was potrayed as a ray of hope for his optimism and gender noncormity instead of ridiculed for them and wasn't a fence sitter like wack ass westernizers in the fandom think he is because literally the only reason he didn't Ozai is that homeboy was not only a buddhist but THE LAST SURVIVING IN-UNIVERSE ONE
And you expect to me to care about Danny's boring deadass.Hell Jake Long is just him but not white and with real character development and lore and that's why i'll never fw Danny,boys of color and girls and especially girls of color and actual outcasts did what he did but infinity times better and i don't celebrate his mediocrity because they gave me standards.Danny Phantom was never a good show,he was just 14 and you haven't shut the fuck up since
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thepariahcontinuum · 6 months
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Okay precisely zero chance of it happening in the crossover (So it'll have to be a Fanfic instead)
But I've been reading Shadows of Dakota and I would love to see these two interact and he is a DC character:
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Feir undead swag and restitched fingers have captivated me
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Voila, here's a Hatchetfield OC I've had for a WHILE that I finally got around to drawing! His name is Raymond "Ray" Hawkins, Hatchetfield's local undead musician. Fey's got a genuinely kinda neat backstory that I am pretty proud of, he's based on a Lemon Demon song, they're a Will Wood fan... what more could you ask for in an OC?
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If you guys like my art, feel free to check out my commissions! Also, I have a Ko-Fi store, where I sell cool pins and stickers designed by yours truly.
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