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locura

pov: your toxic traits are isolation and avoidance but your love languages are quality time and physical touch

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by june bates

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“Beautiful girl, you can do hard things.”

— Unknown

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤdreaming of you when i’m alone (ﾉ_ヽ)

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i don’t blame icarus for falling in love with the warm sun on his starved skin

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My 10 Favorite Steddie Fics - 2022

I have spent an ungodly amount of time in the last 6 months reading Steddie Fan Fic. As a way to wrap up the year I thought I’d post my 10 favorites as a note and reference for myself but thought I’d share it here too.  Please comment or reblog with your favs/recs if you’re so inclined! A lot of the writers below I follow on here so I’ve tagged them below. 

Some Things Cosmic by @stereobone - This slowburn, S4 canon fix it fic is so perfect AND it’s title is from an Angel Olsen Song. What more could you want.  

is your light on? by @toburnup - Go read everything by Vio if you haven’t already, everything they write is amazing. This WIP fic in particular has really been stuck in my head. I’ve reread it soo many times and it’s only half way written. The characterization is so good and the vignette style is soo soo good. 

palm split with a flower with a flame by @laundrybiscuits- This Hanahaki AU nearly killed me with the angst in the beginning but it has a sweet ending and I love the characterizations here especially Steve’s. 

Dying of love but it's okay by @geddyqueer- This is the first Modern AU I read for this ship and I loved it and I’ve loved all their other fics since as well. 

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by @futureboy-ao3 - This is one of the first Steddie Fics I read and I’m just such a sucker for them making each other mix tapes. 

The Lathe by @palmviolet - Time Loop Fix it fic, my beloved! Reminded me a lot of Russian Doll and I mean that has compliment. Also love their current WIP, excited for Volume 2! 

you looking at me, looking at you by @colinmorgans - This one was just perfect in ever way, I loved it and reread it often. 

Rock of Ages by @spinmewriteround - This was perfect, I am unwell. I love a “Steve goes from bi panic to seductive charm real quick”. 

let me count the stars on your skin by brokenconnection - Steve has freckles and Eddie is obsessed, I die. 

To Be Loved For No Reason At All by @beetlesandstarssrss- Cute cute cute. Steve brings Eddie flowers.   Shout out to all these writers and everyone else who wrote amazing fics I read this year. Thank you for the serotonin. My goal for 2023 is to get better at leaving comments on fics and to try my hand at writing and posting my own fic.

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Man are like "I can fix her" but this is her:

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Living a Healthier Lifestyle!

Hi loves! Recently I’ve been working super hard to have a healthier life: staying healthy, learning French, reading daily, etc. I realized that it’s definitely helped me a lot! Today I want to share some tips for having a healthier life!

Physical Health:

Workout everyday (start with maybe 3x a week, then work your way up to daily exercise)

Stretch before and after your workouts

Make sure to eat balanced meals

Stay hydrated 

Develop a skincare routine

Get fresh air EVERY day

Make sure to get AT LEAST 8 hours of sleep

Take good care of your teeth (brush and floss!)

Mental Health:

Journal daily

Read everyday

Start learning a new language!

Meditate everyday

Say positive affirmations everyday

Cut out all negativity in your life

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Come back.

I dare you. Prove my memories wrong.

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How to touch some grass

A guide for chronically online girlies who spend every second of their life scrolling through Tumblr. (no front, I love you <3)

Go on a walk. Fresh air, baby!

Lay in the sun. Or in the rain, since it's autumn.

Read a book. Only if you are able to with your goldfish TikTok attention span, lol. <3

Draw Something. I challenge you to draw a cat. send it to me on Twitter @ malusokay and I'll draw a better one. try me.

Try learning a new language. A date with the Duolingo bird.

Go to the theatre alone. Sit in one of those couple seats and stare at the cringy couples while eating popcorn; ignore the movie lmao.

Clean your room. Or reorganize it!

Climb a tree. At your own risk.

Make yourself some tea. Maybe host a tea party!

Try a new hairstyle. I've been trying those low space buns jk?

Bake a cake. Like a fancy and cool one!

Throw your phone into a lake and try to find it. :)

Workout or do yoga. Pilates can be fun too.

Try making friends in irl. This is a tough one, I'm sorry. <3

Paint your nails. Mine are black rn!

Start planning your birthday. Or write your Christmas wishlist.

Go get a coffee. Make your way to your local cafe and try something new! <3

Try learning how to crochet. I've been crocheting makeup bags, lmao.

Do your skincare routine. Do a face mask, and take time for yourself. <3

Make a smoothie. I'll give you a recipe... Banana, raspberries, strawberries, yoghurt for protein, your milk of choice and some coconut flakes as a topping!

Do your homework. So you can be lazy without feeling guilty.

Water your plants. They did nothing wrong... come on.. :(

Go to Ikea. Who doesn't love IKEA?? (not sponsored, lol)

Don't judge me, I wrote this at 3am, and I have the flu. It was fun tho haha.

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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Favorite genre of post

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“no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since, to make them love me and make it seem effortless”

“i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try”

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Hopper first properly meets Steve Harrington when he was only 12 years old. Hopper was patrolling in the afternoon, like he does every afternoon, every morning and every night because you know, he didn’t have anything else to do after moving back to Hawkins after his daughter died. He drowned himself with work, cigarettes and alcohol.

When first sees Steve, he doesn’t even know he was the Harrington’s sole heir. He’s just a kid, a kid too small for his age, and Hopper has to reassure himself that maybe this kid just doesn’t eat enough, it doesn’t mean he’s sick. The kid was carrying planks of woods, too long and too heavy for his frame, hauling it on the side of the street.

Hopper takes pity at the kid and slows down beside him, opening his passenger window.

“Hey, kid. Need help?” The kid looks at him apprehensively. Like no ones ever offered to help him, like he’s actually been alone his whole life.

“I don’t need help.” The kid scoffs back, panting a bit as he carries the wood with struggle.

“Okay? You sure about that?” He hums, nodding, not even sparing him a glance.

“You should bring a wagon with you.” The kid stops on his tracks, realizing that he could have bought a wagon to ease his struggle.

“Thank you, Sir.” He courtly answers before marching to his destination.

Hopper has always been curious, has always wanted to know everything. So he waits for the boy to walk further before following him, the kid walks to the forest and there, Hopper watches as the kid struggles to make… a tree house. Alone. He wonders where are this kid’s parents? Why is no one watching him? The kid goes to the hardware store to buy tools, carries them, builds a tree house half of the day and no one looks for him?

Hopper investigates, goes back to work before going back to the forest, staying hidden and following as the kid goes home. He’s surprised when they enter the rich end of the town, the kid walking all the way down to Loch Nora and… to the massive, always empty, Harrington house.

Oh.

So this was the Harrington kid, alone in the house at the age of 12. Hopper won’t lie, he felt pity for the kid but the burning rage comes first. Because he just buried his kid, the one he wanted for the rest of his life and here’s a kid, who lives alone in a big house with parents that didn’t even care about where their son is.

It becomes a routine, Hopper wakes up, eats some shit breakfast, goes to work, goes for patrols, he uses his lunch break to check on Steve in the forest as he slowly builds his treehouse, he patrols around, checks on Steve again, goes home to eat shit dinner, goes back to the forest, checks what Steve has done, makes sure everything is safe and tight for him, he hammers down nails, because no child should be using that, checks on planks, then he goes home and sleeps. Repeat.

Until halfway through the summer, it stops. The treehouse is almost finished, outside it’s a whole treehouse. But inside, Steve’s still putting finishing touches. At the door, SH is carved out, and inside there’s boxes of food, even clothing and a bed. It’s not a kid’s tree house with toys and chalkboards, Hopper realizes, it’s a safe house away from home.

He only finds out why it stopped when he learns from the newspaper that Steve became one of the best swimmers Hawkins have ever seen and might be growing to be the next basketball captain for Hawkins High.

Steve grows up, throws parties and gives Hopper this look whenever he tries to break up the loud parties. Hopper’s always tries to decipher it, but Steve has always been better at masking what he feels. He tries to keep an eye on the kid, but between him, the Hagan kid throwing too many parties and the Munson kid who he thinks is selling drugs, he doesn’t have enough eyes to focus on just one thing.

Because life is weird, he gets a super-powered kid. The kid he tried to lure out with Eggos. He asks her one night, where she stayed in the middle of winter to keep warm. Eleven answers him, with big brown eyes, hair curling in the ends, “A house, up the tree.” Hopper has to clench his eyes to stop from tearing up, the treehouse Steve built at the age of 12, the place he wanted for refuge, the place Hopper helped built secretly, gave his daughter a safe place to stay.

Steve becomes part of his world, gets his shit rocked, and Hopper wishes he can keep all these kids away from this evil underworld, keep them all in a treehouse where they can just relive their childhoods, free of monsters and blood and death.

Hopper dies.

Hopper comes back.

Hopper does everything he wants to do. He hugs El a little tighter, proposes to Joyce, treats Will and Jonathan like his own sons, they’re little shits but he agrees to as many sleepovers the kids want and he finally, finally keeps an eye on Steve, becomes some semblance of a parent to the kid and tells him that he’s never alone. They never have to fight monsters ever again and maybe they’ll never get over it, maybe they’ll always jump at the slightest blink of a light, will always have to sleep with a weapon, but for now just knowing is good enough.

Now, he’s in Steve’s back porch, swinging on a rocking chair, watching as Steve carries planks of wood with ease. If he squints really hard, he can see 12 year old Steve and it makes his heart clench in nostalgia. There’s a 6 year old screaming, running around, clapping as Steve smiles down at him. Hopper can hear them faintly, as Steve explains what they’re about to do, the steps they’re taking to build a brand new tree house just behind his own home.

“Pa! Pa! Look at my helmet!” The kid comes running when the yard door opens, flailing to his other father as he brandishes the helmet Steve makes him wear when he’s near constructions.

“Well, aren’t you looking metal? Safety’s always important, bug, so good job.” Eddie Munson bends down to kiss the kid on the head before walking to Steve, pulling a wagon full of planks.

Hopper watches as the three try to visualize the tree house, laughing, smiling, just happy. Steve turns to them, waving, turning to whisper something to Eddie before he nods, giving Steve’s temple a kiss and helping his kid hammer the first few planks.

Steve walks up to them, holding out his hand as Hopper passes the second Harrington-Munson kid to his arm.

“Hi, love. Did Peepaw treat you well?” Hopper scoffs, because he still had an image to maintain and yeah, he melts every time the kids of the kids he watched grew up calls him Peepaw but no one has to know that.

The baby in his arm coos, almost like saying a yes. Steve smiles down at her, “We’re building a treehouse right at our backyard, darling. Me, your Pa and your brother. So when you grow up you’ll have a safe space just for the two of you. Just like how Peepaw helped me finished my treehouse when I was younger.”

Hopper blanches, “You know about that?”

Steve laughs quietly, “Yeah. I go home everyday with unfinished work and when I come back the next morning it’s always finish. Also, you don’t hide very well.”

Hopper scrubs his nape in embarrassment, “Oh.”

“Thank you.” Steve whispers, “It was a safe place for me when I was younger. And now I want to build one for the kids too.”

“Your kids will never need a treehouse for anything but playing because yours and Eddie’s home is already a safe place.” Steve makes a choked out sound, as he nods.

Hopper helps build the treehouse with Steve and Eddie. They finish the treehouse in two weeks.

And no one says a thing when Hopper tears up when he sees the wooden door up in the tree house, with SH, EM and the kids initials engraved.

JH is carved at the bottom, written by a 39 year old Steve Harrington, still with the same handwriting as 12 year old Steve Harrington.

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every woman 20 years older than you who you admire had to sit on the floor of her bathroom and wail more than once to get where she is these things have to happen will happen will be useful to you someday

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— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”

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Steve is always considered to be the spoiled rich boy of the group, and no one corrects this. They frequently pester him for rides or snacks or movie nights, and Steve always comes through with the best of the best for them, so absolutely everyone in the Party believes that he's this incredibly spoilt only child in a big fancy house, footing the bill for bonding nights because it's the least he can do.

On the first Christmas after Vecna, Steve goes a little overboard getting gifts.

Will gets a premium art kit, high quality paints and new brushes and a few canvases, along with three sketchbooks. The first page of one is covered with a drawing Steve spent weeks perfecting. It looks pretty mediocre, but it's just a cute little picture of Will as his DnD character saving the party from a monster.

Mike gets an electric guitar and amp, along with sheet music to the songs that Mike had been gushing about since meeting Eddie.

Lucas gets a new basketball, a case of New Coke, and tickets to a Pacers game on January 2, 1987. There's two, but Steve insisted that it was for Lucas and Max. He was just the driver.

Dustin makes out like a bandit. He gets a new game console (the NES he had been ranting about for months; Steve has already told Ms. Henderson that it was a gift), a brand new home computer, a full set of haircare products, a new hat, and Steve's house key.

Max gets a fancy dagger. It's beautifully made, inlaid with a starburst-cut emerald, and small enough to fit snugly in her winter boot, so she can feel protected everywhere. She also gets a new skateboard, which is probably her favorite gift.

Eleven gets a thick notebook, half-filled with recipes that Steve's noticed she likes. He promises to teach her how to make them, and how to come up with her own, whenever she wants.

Robin gets about a hundred different little gifts, just trinkets that reminded Steve of her. She also gets a promise that Steve will help her find her own car.

Argyle and Nancy both get less personal gifts; Argyle receives a stack of comfortable, soft sweaters, and Nancy gets a few books written by female reporters.

Jonathan gets another new camera, and enough film to last him until next Christmas.

Joyce gets handmade blankets, soft and fuzzy, and about fifteen different trinkets that Steve insists remind him of her. Every single one of them has to do with motherhood.

Hopper gets a case of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and the deed to the land surrounding his cabin. Steve also promises to help make some additions to the cabin, to make it just as spacious and homey as they need.

Eddie gets a little bit of everything: haircare products, clothes, records, tapes, a new amp, a plastic container full of the cookies he always asks Steve to make him, socks, cigarettes, anything Steve can think of to get him.

Steve doesn't expect anything, and he's not being a self-pitying, spoiled little rich kid convinced that nothing these common folk could get him would be worth it. Steve hadn't received Christmas gifts since he was seven, he knows he's not worth it, and really, he likes seeing how happy everyone is at his gifts; it makes him feel good to see that he can make his family so happy.