THE GANG’S ALL HERE!! Gosh these kids are fun, and it was great dipping my toe back into superhero redesigns! Now that I’m back in the swing of it I don’t want to stop…!
The captions are also really cute, although they mostly describe what’s in each photo:
Bulbasaur: Somehow, nomming on my clothes… has become a weird habit of theirs.
Venusaur: That hasn’t changed now that they’ve grown, but they’re very gentle.
Charmander: It’s my first attempt, but I made a plushie so that he wouldn’t get lonely.
Charizard: That plushie seems to be his favorite even now.
Squirtle: Squirtle’s a bit timid and hides behind me at the smallest things.
Blastoise: Looks like they’re scared of the first Pichu they’ve seen. You’re not really hiding!
This is adorable
If I ever don’t reblog this, kill me
(God I am such in a shit mood. So here I wrote this.)
It's 1986. Steve falls in love with Eddie first. It's crazy. It's so crazy. He falls in love between the world ending for the fourth time and saving it for real this time. He falls in love between rushing into a hospital Eddie's bleeding body and staying by his bedside.
In the aftermath, they become friends. Real actual friends with a little more trauma than normal friendships but they support each other, help each other grow. They smoke weed, go to the quarry, go bowling. They have hundreds of D&D nights. They co-parents the kids and they drag Eddie to his graduation. They throw parties and pool parties. Go to Indiana to go barhopping and record thrifting. In-between all these moments Steve falls in love. He can't pin point when exactly, but maybe he's been in love with Eddie Munson all along.
Steve keeps it in, because their friendship was so much more important. He's the closest thing Steve will have as a bestfriend (Robin's not counted, because Robin's not just his bestfriend). The pining, the yearning, the longing, it's okay. It's okay as long as he has Eddie beside him and it's so much better than not having him.
It's 1991. It's 1991 when Steve finally cannot take it. He wants so much more with Eddie. By now, they've moved to Chicago, they're both struggling adults but at least they're together and what he feels for Eddie is killing him inside. He knows Eddie doesn't feel the same. He knows. But Steve still wants to tell him so he can hear it from Eddie's lips, that he doesn't feel the same, so Steve can just fucking move on.
(here's the part two bcs im no longer in a shit mood)
It's 2002 and with that comes Steve and his girlfriend breaking up. Everyone's surprised (not Robin, but she won't say why) because they were perfect for each other. Steve doesn't even shed one tear, just tells them that the breakup was mutual and that they were both happy with the decision.
Eddie should really shoot his shot, but around this time his first album just came out. The company director of the company he works for signed him for a one time album (for now). He knows he's older now but the company director didn't really care because Eddie's always had the talent for it. He knows the pop girlies are on the rise but the metal scene was pretty hot too. He calls the old Corroded Coffin members to finally make their dreams come true. Gareth, Jeff and Paul comes to LA and they work on the album. It's easy work because Eddie has books and books of songs written (all about pining over Steve Harrington).
Gareth takes one look at the lead single the company director choose and looks up at him, "You still haven't boned Steve fucking Harrington?" Eddie sputters an embarrassed response and he asks how they even knew.
i would like to have someone to talk to every day and every night
without feeling that i bother them
“Something is really wrong with Steve,” Robin says.
The party look up, startled. They wait for her to continue, but she starts pacing nervously. It immediately sets the kids on edge, glancing at each other uneasy.
“What do you mean?” Dustin eventually speaks up. “Is he… ill?”
“No, no, it’s… his parents came home, right?”
“Yeah, we know,” Max snorts. “Dustins mom had to ban him from the house because he wouldn’t leave.”
“He can’t avoid them forever,” Dustin points out. “I get that it’s hard to talk to them when you have to lie all the time but they’re, like, paying for all his shit.”
“No they aren’t!” Robins voice cracks. “They cut him off years ago! Dude, he hates them and now he’s writing up a resignation letter so he can go work for his dad.”
“Why is that a bad thing?” El asks, eyes a little wide.
“He’d have to train for a few months in New York for one.”
“New York?!” All of them burst out. They all try to speak at once, loud and panicked. They’re so loud that Hopper bursts out, confused and tired and panicked.
“What the hell is going on?” He snaps.
The kids all look a little guilty. El stands up so he looks at her. “We are worried about Steve.”
“What? Jeez, that’s what you’re yelling about?”
“He’s moving away!” Mike snaps. “To New York! For months!”
Hopper frowns at him like he’s not making sense. “New York?”
“To work with his dad,” Robin adds. “I didn’t know if I should talk him out-”
“They’re back?” Hopper asks. He’s gone still, voice devoid of emotion and dangerously calm. “How long?”
“A month? Maybe more, it-”
“And they’re home now? Do you know if Steve is there with them? It’s not one of his shifts, is it? That’d make it easier.”
“What? No, he’s home. Make what easier?”
Hopper ignores the question, grabbing his coat and shoes. “Stay here, I won’t be long.”
He ignores the questions that grow frantic and panicked when he picks up his gun, stomping out the door at a fast pace. Robin is yelling from the door as he climbs into his car. She’s too taken aback to even begin to think of how to answer to avalanche of questions the kids throw at her.
Hopper gets to the Harrington house in record time, having sped just a little to get there. Mrs Harrington is the one who opens the door and looks a little guilty when she sees him.
“Where is he?” Hopper asks.
She steps back, letting him in. “In his room.”
Hopper pushes past her, taking the stairs two at a time. Steve is sat at his desk when he enters the room without knocking, head snapping up and looking startled. He looks a little ashamed when he realizes that it’s Hopper.
“Hop,” Steves voice is strained. He frowns when Hopper ignores him, pulling his closet open. “Uh, Hopper? What are you doing?”
“Taking you home,” Hopper mutters. He pulls out the three bags he knows Steve has been keeping hidden, just in case. “Come on, pack up.”
“I can’t just-”
“Yes you can. Pack. Up.”
Steve only hesitates for a moment. He slowly fills up one with his few sentimental things and some things he considers important (his scoops uniform, the drawings from Will). Hopper stuffs the other two with clothes. It doesn’t take them long.
“I’ll come back for the rest, if you want any of it,” Hopper hands Steve his car keys, waving him toward the stairs. “Wait in the car. I’ll be a minute.”
Steve hesitates at the door, glancing between Hopper and his mom. He leaves though, doesn’t say goodbye.
“Right, here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to come back for the rest of his things. I’ve seen that room, I’ll know if somethings missing. And that shit is his, don’t try to bullshit me.” Hopper eyes her with visible distaste. “He’s an adult now. You can’t take him back and if I hear that either of you’ve been trying to harass him again, I’ll press charges.”
She nods, which is enough of an answer for him. He throws the two bags in the back with the third before climbing in the drivers seat. The air is thick with tension as he pulls out the drive, starting the drive back to the cabin.
“Um… could you, uh, drop me off at the trailer park?” Steve asks, quiet and timid in a way that is horribly familiar to Hopper. “I, uh… I need to see Eddie.”
Hopper grunts. He grits his teeth to stop himself snapping. It wouldn’t be fair on Steve. So he drives him there, quiet and tense.
“Thanks,” Steve mumbles.
But Hopper climbs out too, gently grabbing Steves jacket lapels to drag him over to the Munsons trailer. Hopper knocks.
“Oh,” Waynes eyebrows raise. He looks Hopper up and down before turning his eyes on Steve, who he gives a soft smile. “Harrington, you doing alright?”
“No,” Hopper answers for him. “Could we come in for a moment?”
“Sure?” Wayne shuffles out the way, shutting the door behind them. “Eddie’s in his room, if you want me to get him?”
“You want your boy to see?” Hopper asks Steve.
Steve ducks his head, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket. He mutters, “he probably will anyway.”
“Ok. Do you want him here for this?”
“Here for what?” Eddie asks, hovering in the doorway, worried. “What’s happened?”
“Nothing,” Steve tries to say. “It’s… really, it’s nothing.”
“Steve,” Hopper calmly says. Waits for Steve to look back at him, simply raises an eyebrow. “Where?”
“Hopper, it’s fine, really.”
“Where?”
Steve tries to stare him down, unsuccessfully. He huffs, annoyed, glancing at Wayne and Eddie who, understandably, look confused.
He slowly takes his jacket off, keeping his eyes on the floor. There’s a sharp intake of breath when the dark, almost black, bruises on his arms are revealed. They litter the entirety of both arms, the ones around his left wrist and right bicep standing out the most- the ones shaped like hands.
“Steve,” Eddie whispers, walking forward slowly. He’s careful, brushing his fingers against his skin. “Oh, baby, who did this?”
“It’s fine,” Steve tries to insist.
Hopper clears his throat though. “Where else?”
Steve doesn’t try to argue this time. He grabs the back of his collar, lifting his top off. His ribs have the worst of his bruises.
“Fuck,” Eddie carefully, gently, pulls Steve into a hug. Presses gentle, ever so soft kisses to his neck. His hand is just as gentle when he rubs his back. Steve clings to him, grip looking almost painful, but Eddie doesn’t complain.
Hopper turns to Wayne, who is also pointedly looking away so the two can have their moment. “His parents are gonna try to find him. Direct them to me if they try here.”
“Don’t worry about Steve,” Wayne glances at the pair, still wrapped around each other, at the bruises. “Worry about them. If they try to come by here, they’ll be leaving in a body bag. I’m sick of assholes treating my kids like this.”
Hopper looks over at Eddie, who’s pulling back so he can hold Steves face, eyes painfully understanding. He nods at Wayne, pats his shoulder. “I’m getting the rest of his stuff, he’s got no reason to go back there. It’s my cabin he’s coming home to.”
“I’ll drive him there myself,” Wayne glances at the pair, who think they’re being subtle and sneaky as they giggle their way towards Eddies room. “Tomorrow.”
Hopper chuckles, glancing towards the hall the two disappeared down. “Tomorrow.”
(I hope you don’t mind this addition, but this got my brain going in the absolute best way!!)
Hopper leaves the trailer. He drives back to the cabin in silence. When he gets there, he does not slam any doors. He does not scream. He remains tight and controlled and absolutely silent.
Hopper is furious. But more than that, he is regretful.
He knew. For years. But Hopper couldn’t do anything. Richard and Georgia Harrington prioritize reputation and their perfect little family above all else. Any threats to that are out of a job at best and out of Hawkins at worst.
Hopper couldn’t jeopardize his position, not when it meant more harm than good for Harrington and all the other kids being damaged behind white picket fences.
So, he did what he could. He kept Steve at the station instead of driving him home from parties that got shut down. He shut down Steve’s parties without bringing anyone in, just in case word got back. He investigated the noise complaints. All of the noise complaints.
Later, he made the plan with Steve. Told him what to pack, how to get out.
Hopper did what he could, and it still wasn’t enough because Steve still got hurt.
Steve got hurt. And Jonathan used to. And Max used to. And from the look in Eddie’s eyes when he hugged Steve, he used to, too.
Hopper is sick of being too late. Of not being enough. For all his kids, and, hell, for Joyce, too.
But those kinds of thoughts don’t help anyone.
Hopper goes to sleep. Tries to, anyway. Tomorow, Wayne will drop Steve off. Tomorrow, he’ll have another kid safe.
Traumatized to hell and back, but safe.
Tomorrow, he might be enough.
Part 3 of 6 for Hallowren 3!
This is... so stupid, but I had to. Please tell me I'm not the only one remembering that vine, it's a classic qwq
Sometimes, a fic doesn't have to get published, it can just be a series of messages on a Discord channel, between a dedicated group of friends going "oooh, you know what else would be cool?" continuously over a period of weeks and months :)
This is the closest I've ever gotten to making up stories around a fire with friends btw.
Me, in a hushed voice, dramatically, while roasting a marshmallow over the fire: And so... The Blorbo that was sad and alone... Was not alone anymore.
My friends, collectively, every single time (while also roasting marshmallows): Oh my god, The Blorbo wasn't alone anymore... 😭😭😭
the new batman film was pretty neat
Stan: Who’s this?
Richie: That’s my boyfriend
Stan: You’re dating him?
Richie: Yeah
Stan, turning to Eddie: My condolences
sometimes i think about how richie said he was afraid of clowns because his fear didn’t have a physical form closely tied to it so pennywise took his normal form. he wasn’t afraid of just clowns, he was afraid that said clown knew his secret.
like, its so interesting how he’s the only one without a physical form for pennywise to take.
stan has the painting in his dad’s office in the synagogue, something closely tied to his fear of disappointing his father as he is the son of the rabbi.
bill has georgie because he is afraid of losing those close to him and georgie was the first person close to him that he lost.
beverly has blood because she’s afraid of her father realizing that she’s changed which is why she saw blood in her bathroom the same night after she bought herself menstrual products.
mike has his parents burning because he’s afraid of forever being associated with that and people always seeing it as him and not the person underneath.
eddie has the leper because he’s afraid of getting sick and disappointing his mother because she makes him take all these meds and getting sick would prove that his mother is doing all this for nothing.
ben has beverly on fire as he is afraid of confrontation and beverly being on fire ties to his anonymous poem about her.
but richie? richie has pennywise himself. he has pennywise because pennywise knows his dirty little secret and is threatening to tell people it because he knows that’s what richie is afraid of. he’s not afraid of something physical, he’s afraid of everyone else because he thinks they won’t accept him.
the closest he gets to something physical is the missing poster because if people knew he was gay, especially in a small town in 1989, he would be an immediate target. he’s not afraid of going missing, but why he’s missing.
Still can't believe that little, beautiful, 13 year old Richard Wentworth Tozier felt so much love for his best friend that he carved their initials into the kissing bridge because he didn't know where else to put those feelings...
having a canon gay ship is great until u remember that one of them turns into a shish kebab 
Scoops Ahoy!
Eddies order is 1 scoop tangerine sorbet and 1 scoop mint chocolate chip with strawberry syrup…😐
Steddie comic commissioned by @/smrchildsadness on twitter❤️
i’ve been thinking about them a normal amount