#el & liv

[livwritesstuff]

It’s uncharacteristically warm outside for late-winter in Hawkins, Indiana.

It’s 2004, and the whole entire Party is back in Hawkins to celebrate Jim and Joyce’s fifteenth wedding anniversary (it’s actually closer to their sixteenth by now, but they’ve all well and truly entered that phase of adulthood where planning things is next to impossible), and it’s the first time they’ve all been in one room since…honestly, Steve doesn’t even know when. Since Lucas’s wedding in ‘99, maybe.

Everyone is inside unwinding after dinner. Steve can hear them from where he’s sitting outside on the front deck gently rocking the porch swing Hop had installed years ago with one foot, a now-empty bottle resting on the unfinished pine floor by the other.

The front door of Jim and Joyce’s house quietly opens and Steve looks over as El steps onto the porch, closing the door behind her as soft as she’d opened it.

She pauses, her eyes turning wary as they slide off of him and onto the baby girl drifting asleep in his arms (his and Eddie’s littlest baby, Robbie – the older baby, Moe, who’s nearly three so not really a baby anymore, is inside still probably being doted on by all her aunts and uncles).

Even in her early thirties there are so many ways El is still just like the little kid Steve met back in 1984. At the same time though, she’s completely changed.

“Doin’ okay, Ellie?” he asks gently.

She nods.

“It’s getting loud,” El tells him, “Someone put on Jeopardy.” 

Yeah, that’ll do it these days – older and wiser they may all be, but any kind of trivia is still a vice for pretty much the entire Party.

“Well, you’re welcome to join us out here for as long as you like,” Steve replies.

He knows El is a little apprehensive around babies still, same as she is with cats and puppies – really anything small and vulnerable that might have been used against her many years ago, so he half-expects her to go back inside.

But she comes over and sits down next to him on the porch swing anyway and for a while, both of them are quiet.

Robbie exhales a satisfied snuffling noise that tells Steve she’s well and truly asleep.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees El’s hand twitch, like she was going to raise it but then stopped herself.

“Can I?” she asks tentatively.

“‘Course,” Steve tells her, and he watches as El runs the tips of her fingers over the wisps of soft hair on Robbie’s head.

“How old is she now?”

“Three months,” he replies, “Four in a week or so.”

“And she’s…she’s doing…good?” she asks, and there’s something so El in her tone, the same tone she always uses when she’s tip-toeing her way through something that, to her, is foreign territory.

“Mm-hm. She’s good.”

El nods.

“Your daughters are lucky,” she says, her brown eyes trained wistfully on Robbie even as she pulls her hand away. 

Steve thinks he knows what she’s getting at, but before he can ask, she keeps going.

“She’s gonna live her whole life never having to wonder if she’s loved or if she matters,” El says, “She won’t have to wonder because it’s always true. That’s special. I love Hop, and everything I have that is good is because of him, but…I still wish I could have had what you and Eddie are giving her too.”

And Steve knows exactly what she means because he feels the same way, because he thinks about it all the time, every time he thinks about his daughters and the way they are his entire world like he should have been to his own parents and yet never was, every time he thinks about himself and his father and his father’s father and knows it ends with him.

He’s not sure how to put any of that into words.

It’s El though, and he’s never really had to put those kinds of things into words with El, so he decides to just nod and settle back into the porch swing with his friend at his side and his daughter asleep in his arms and the faint noise of the people he loves most carried over them on the breeze of a warm winter evening.

[bisexualwolverines]

i was reading a book about space to my baby sister and it mentioned how yellow stars are hotter than red stars and it had me thinking about the impact that has on kryptonians

earth in general is so much warmer than krypton, yes the yellow sun gives them powers and makes them almost invulnerable but it's so hot and they're so sweaty all the time

maybe someone like clark who has lived his whole life here has acclimated to the weather, but as much as he can do that the heat still doesn't feel natural to him which is why his fortress is in the coldest climate you can get on this planet, where he feels most physically comfortable

for someone like kara though, who grew up on krypton, the earth's heat would be absolutely unbearable, and would it increasingly more difficult for her to adapt to earth life, an unfamiliar culture, new unfamiliar powers she has to control and the heat just makes matters entirely worse. heat is uncomfortable, it's a stressor, it can lead to irritability and anger and aggression. all of that to deal with on top of the death of her family and her home

[ohtendril]

22.09 x 24.12

[thestobingirlie]

Chapters: 4/6

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Steve Harrington & Everyone, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Vickie,

Characters: Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington's Mother, Steve Harrington's Father, Vickie (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Kali Prasad Joyce Byers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dead Steve Harrington, (for now) - Freeform, Grief/Mourning, Season/Series 04, minor Steve and Jesus parallels, Minor Character Death, Angst, Ignore whatever season 4 told you about the UD, Satanic panic

Summary:

As of March 21st 1986, Steve Harrington has been dead exactly eight months and seventeen days.

Chapter Summary:

Chasing ghosts, escaping the past, and California dreamin’.

[a-bensler-blog]

(Law and Order: Special Victim Unit S15E10 - “Psycho/Therapist”. Gifs: @/singinprincess on Tumblr) | Law and Order: Organized Crime S3E21 - "ShadowËrk" Gifs: @/elliot-olivia on Tumblr)

"(...) If we don't deal with our trauma, the world will." - O. Benson.

[nonightigal]

Gay Ship that didn’t, and mostly wont ever get together because the series/thing ended (my reason to not ship husk x angle, I can’t keep having this happen to me)

Luca x Alberto

Jade x tori

Jedediah x Octavius

Loki x möbius

Carmen x Jules

Mattholomule x Gus

Lego Joker x Batman

Tulio x Miguel

The two police man in gravity falls

John Lawrence x Alexander h

Bucky x Steve

Dally x Johnny

Artemis x Zöe nightshade

Phoebe X Melody

Wally x Dick

Apple x darling

Raven x Maddie

Anyone in scooby doo

Linus x max

Mal x evie

Kody x Lumine

Willow x Maddie

Aziraphale x Crowley (please let this happen I needed them to actually get together. I have one season left so that’s 6 hours of content to make them not fully but somewhat forgive each other)

Achilles x Patroclus

[brainsbustaa]

i don't care what anyone says that rumble was great and I loved it! 4-way seemed rushed but whatever! naomi, liv and shotzi are back! jade finally debuted! miss tna champ decided to bless us. andrade??? tiffany literally at the tiffy top. r-truth is a blessing. bayley finally getting the moment she deserves. cody about to get his lick back. the women are astounding and outshining it in the gear department as always. I found it unpredictable in a way where anyone could've won: cody, punk, gunther, drew or bayley, liv, jade, becky, etc. which I think is so much fun! I have a lot of faith for wwe going forward now that the creep is officially gone. I think triple h is gonna give some fun, exciting times and I can't wait! I literally love wrestling so much, today made me so happy <3

[livwritesstuff]

I love this series, it is a burst of serotonin every time it comes across my dash. I had a thought though, how would El react to Steve being called Papa? Does she have a reaction? She would have only known that word used by a monster, not a loving father. Would they have thought to tell her, or would it just have happened at a birthday/holiday celebration of one of the kids?

Thanks.

Ooh okay I honestly thought a lot about this while i was planning out Plant a Seed (the main fic that introduces the kids).

I really liked the notion of Steve’s kids calling him Pop when they’re kids/teenagers, because I feel like Steve’s own dad would have been very formal, probably would have made steve call him sir, weaponized his role as steve’s father, and all that. Pop to me has such a casual fondness to it that would be such a contrast to Steve’s experience with his own father. I think Eddie would suggest it and Steve would immediately love it and it would just feel right to him, and the natural course of it is that if he’s Pop to his older kids, then he’s Papa to his kids when they’re very young.

In terms of how El would react — I’m not sure.

Given what we’ve seen from the show itself, it’s very likely that Steve doesn’t know that Papa holds a pretty heavy weight for El in a not-so-nice way.

To me, the El we see on the show is barely even a person. She is still very much a product of the trauma she’d gone through and hasn’t had enough time yet to develop a true sense of self and personality, and without that I think it’s really hard to predict the person she’d be when Moe is born in 2001 (fifteen years later).

I don’t think anyone would necessarily tell her in advance that Steve’s daughter calls him Papa. I don’t know how many people would recognize the significance of that for El specifically.

I think it’s most likely that she finds out by hearing it.

Like, maybe Hop and Joyce invite everyone to come home for a barbecue or something. El goes, and so do Eddie and Steve and their daughter.

Moe is just around 1 and going through a phase where she’s very much clinging to Steve. Steve, Eddie, and Hop go out to pick up some stuff for dinner, and leave Moe behind with the others. When they get back, Moe toddles over to see who’s there, and then El hears —

“Papa!”

El feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on her head that’s trickling down her spine, and her heart is racing in a way she hasn’t felt in a while — but she hasn’t thought about that word in a while either.

She looks over to see that the baby’s got a big beaming smile on her face and Steve’s wearing one too as he swings his daughter up into his arms and peppers kisses all over her chubby cheeks and tells her how much he missed her even though he hadn’t even been gone twenty minutes.

And Eddie’s feigning an affronted expression as he says, “What am I? Chopped liver?”, but the baby just keeps clinging to Steve, her tiny little hands gripping his shoulders as he tickles her belly to make her laugh.

And El has never seen someone so happy to be a dad as Steve is right now.

So maybe El’s got some things to think about.

[thesupergirls]

panel redraw

superman #679

[top-scar-maverick]

[ohtendril]

two of you. always in sync

[thiagodasilva]

the amount of insane football happening today really has me

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Peyton would be like: "I can't believe I have to take Liv out for a five course romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant...to trigger a vision. hate having to do that but it can't be helped. I guess I have to get her flowers. And find a place that has that wine she likes. And tell her she looks cute in the candlelight. And put on that dress she says brings out my eyes.......for the visions. Yeah. Hate when I have to do that. But it's for justice."

[defactomatriarch]

@somniaxperdita || even more incorrect quotes || accepting

Eleanore: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Olivia ate an entire tube of lipstick. Olivia, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

[i-mybrunettelady]

Dinner of affection

OCKissWeek day 2 is here! The couple in this one is Elion! Haven’t written them in a hot second, but they’re still happily in love. Beware of some residual Elion sensuality <3 Plus corniness. They get to be corny, as a treat. 

prompt: food

“Liv, what in the everloving fuck are you eating?” Liv doesn’t need to look up from his plate to know El’s expression; the cute furrow of his brow (though he’s sure that he’s the only person alive who’d think of Archon Elandrin Aien frowning as cute of all things) and the small sneer, accompanied nicely by the aimed staring at the slow movements of Liv’s fork. 

“Food, bud,” Liv replies, holding back the full breadth of his smile. 

“That’s not food, that’s travesty!” A pointed stab into El’s salad bowl has Liv looking up to catch the sneer fall and for something softer his boyfriend would never admit to to take its place. It’s a familiar game, after all. They can’t have a date night without it. 

“Don’t complain to me when you stay hungry after your meager little salad,” Liv replies, and it’s a practiced line he’s said many times so far. “I’m not buying you anything else - you chose the salad, you now eat it. And remember,” he adds, leaning in over the table, “it’s my treat tonight.” 

El snorts and pours the rest of the honey on the table into the vegetables. “I’m not going hungry tonight,” he says. “You’re one big charr, after all. Five years and I still have something to feast on.”  On cue, he takes a mouthful of his salad and loudly chews. “Delicious!” 

And the patrons of the fine establishment where they decided to dine tonight all get to experience the full corniness of it all. El’s anything but subtle in everything, including his interests; shyly, Liv can admit that having him proclaim his attraction so loudly and unashamedly does soothe his ego. El’s always said Liv’s far too humble for his own good, so in the only way he knows how, he makes sure to raise Liv’s confidence at every chance he gets. 

Is it over the top? Yes. Does Liv mind? Absolutely not. Wouldn’t be El if it wasn’t. 

Even his smile is radiant now, as is the low cut of his shirt. His glow adds a fiery embellishment to the whole ensemble, where there isn’t cloth to cover his bark. Liv wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“You have some honey on your lips,” Liv says quietly. “Let me–” 

El drags Liv’s snout forward and kisses him. “Not anymore,” he replies, “but to make sure..” He kisses him again, one hand lovingly caressing a lower horn. 

When Liv settles back into his seat, his smile is unrestrained. 

[livwritesstuff]

this is an edited repost of something I wrote last year for the 10-year anniversary of the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School (now 11 years today). to say the least, it’s a difficult day for a lot of people, including me. i wrote this all in one go just as a positive outlet for the things this day evokes and i went back and forth on if i would post it, but i know i’m not the only one who has been affected by these events. if you’re someone who finds this day to be a hard one, this one is for you.

tw: references to gun violence and school shootings

It’s late morning in December 2012 and Steve is watching the news. He isn’t really paying attention to the current segment about opiate use, too busy being completely annihilated in Words with Friends by his eleven-year-old, who just played the word ‘jinxes’ for 23 points, the bastard.

He’s mid-way through sending Moe a text (“get off your ipod you’re in class”) when the channel’s Breaking News intro interrupts the interview that he’d been ignoring. He looks up to see that the headline has changed.

Steve sees shooting, and then elementary school and feels his heart jump into his throat the way it does any time he hears sirens when his daughters or his husband aren’t home – not because he really believes it’s for them, but because it could be. There’s always a chance it could be.

And he’s got two kids in elementary school right now.

He makes himself read the headline in full – it clarifies that the school is in Connecticut, nowhere near him and his house and his children’s schools in the Massachusetts suburbs, but it does little to remedy the panic that has his heart going a mile a minute.

Steve sits for a while, eyes glued to the TV as the anchor slowly ad-libs, clearly waiting for any new scrap of information.

On the first commercial break, Steve checks his phone. He’s got one text – from Moe telling him to play another word in their game. He responds back with the message he’d written before he’d become fixated on the news.

On the second one, he texts Eddie, tells him he loves him and asks if he’s heard what’s going on (he knows he probably won’t get a response for a while – Eddie is notoriously bad at checking his phone and that’s when he’s not in a meeting he’s been looking forward to for weeks, as is the case today).

By the third, they’ve learned the school is on lock-down, but not much more.

Everything he hears after that is nothing short of harrowing, and leaves Steve feeling sick to his stomach.

Eddie finally texts him a couple hours later, after the news anchor has been switched out for another, to say his meeting ran late (an actual director had reached out to him saying she was interested in adapting one of Ed’s books into a movie – today was the day they got to talk in person) and he hadn’t known any of this was going on, but he’s on his way to pick up Hazel from her AM kindergarten session.

Steve’s day continues. He makes lunch, he finishes some laundry, he responds to emails, always with one eye on the news. His shock at what was occurring mere hours south of his home, subsides, slowly replaced with a dull horror because he’s seen a lot of things in his forty-six years of life, but nothing like this. One by one, his three girls return home from school and he hugs each of them like he always does, but today it’s a little tighter.

It’s a Friday, and Friday night is movie night in the Harrington house. It’s Robbie’s night to choose (she picks Spy Kids, like she does every time she gets to pick the movie since it came out last year). Before they start, Steve and Eddie tell their kids what happened. They do their best to find an explanation that is sufficient for ever-precocious Moe, but not too much for Hazel, their sweet kindergartner who only just turned six. Once the movie starts, they all pile under the same blanket, and where there’s usually fidgeting and arguing and occasionally having to pause the movie altogether to wipe tears and wait on a time-out because someone weaponized a foot or an elbow after they weren’t given the big bowl of popcorn fast enough, tonight there is quiet and stillness.

The next day, the girls are back to their normal, bickering selves, but Steve still can’t shake the aching feeling in his chest every time he thinks about what happened the day before. He starts to get that itch in his brain, the same itch he'd felt after he ran out of the Byers’s house in 1983, after he turned back and saw those Christmas lights flickering, the itch where he’s gearing up for a fight.

As the months go on, Steve finds himself reading into gun control laws, finds himself with multiple non-profits fighting for them bookmarked on his computer, finds himself following politics for the first time in his life as he watches bill after bill get shut down by both sides of the debate.

Honestly, Steve isn’t sure why he cares so deeply about this – and not just what happened in Connecticut, but the issue of guns and gun safety in general. It’s not like he hasn’t fired a gun before. It’s not like he’s never seen their value (he still remembers that drive to the War Zone so many years ago). It’s not like he hasn’t ever felt safer with someone nearby wielding one, even if that someone was Nancy Wheeler.

Maybe he’s a little too familiar with children being the casualties in a war they didn’t choose to start, didn’t choose to fight in, and if that had made him angry at nineteen, he’s irate now, now that he has a six-year-old like the students in that classroom in Connecticut, now that he has an eleven-year-old like El when she escaped that lab in Hawkins.

It wouldn’t be the first time Steve threw himself into a battle that had nothing to do with him, that he knew very little about, because he knows what happens when children get caught in the crossfire of a battle that has nothing to do with them, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he sat idly by and watched it happen again.