#memories of an old friend...

[dealwrought]

i don't really know what to say to an ask this ridiculously lovely. thank you so, so much - i've just been thinking about this over the past week and how to respond, but i guess all i can say is thanks. i'm glad you see that in my art. <3

[sybilius]

My friend, it would be my privilege to love you long enough to hear you tell the same anecdotes multiple times 💚

[heybiji]

dreamless

[nostalgicfun]

My bedroom, 2009

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 316

De-aged Danny but! He’s been de-aged because a time-traveller didn’t want to kill a kid, like that’s a whole ass teenager, but they also didn’t want the whole Dan timeline to happen. And well, they see that the kid’s parents… Yeah those are some mad scientists. 

Therefor! The solution: de-age the kid and take them somewhere else, where someone can raise them right! It’s perfect! The only issue, something they didn’t know about? Danny is a halfa, which means he has medical issues, ones which now that he’s much, much younger and more fragile? Are very much causing problems. Major ones. 

[foxtamer113]

Yor: Loid annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Anya: There's nothing special about tomorrow mama.

Yor: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

King the silly guys, Lupin III!

(for @dying-suffering-french-stalkers)

[worstloki]

Mu Qing ascending is objectively so funny considering Feng Xin and Xie Lian also do. Out of the people in your kingdom who accomplished immortality there’s this guy who used to be your servant but is now on equal rank to you and he‘s super rude now and also thinks you hate him because he remembers when you were 18 and lacked socioeconomic-interpersonal awareness

[purrfectlycontent]

the newest chapter has me thinking about kdj’s relationship with the fourth wall

[yovrnewromantic]

A KING AND A QUEEN —

THE LINE | Memories of An Old Friend

pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

words: 2.0k

summary: your final homecoming football game in Steve’s POV.

Mac DeMarco — Another one , Joy Ciara (cover) — The One That Got Away

Hawkins Highschool. October 12th, 85’.

Like usual, the Hawkins’ football team was losing. Despite how hard the seniors at Hawkins would pray, their beloved football team would still lose the homecoming football game. But Steve wasn’t there for the football game, he was there for you.

From the bleachers, along with the rest of the student body, Steve watched you from across the field, dressed up in white. All pretty like a princess, or, soon to be, a queen. Even from afar he could see he could see your giddy smile that you were desperately trying to hide.

Steve’s stomach did a back flip when you started walking down the field, mother and brother at your side, the announcer beginning.

“Y/N Henderson, accompanied by her mother, Claudia, and her younger brother, Dustin. After high school, Y/N plans to attend,” Steve couldn’t pronounce the name of your future school if he tried, “college and become an author.”

The announcement of your future was euphoric for you to hear, he could see it on your face, but that didn’t prevent Steve’s stomach from dropping.

He knew you were going to leave eventually, you had too much potential to stay in a silly town like this. Yet, hearing it out loud from someone else’s voice, not your usual sweet voice as you daydreamed with head in your hands on the counter of Family Video as Steve pretended he wasn’t listening, made it feel real.

He wanted to be happy for you, but the thought of you leaving him Hawkins behind made him feel sick.

“Y/N gives special dedication to Heather Hathaway, a friend who recently passed in the Hawkins Mall fire along with town Sheriff, Jim Hopper. May they rest in peace.”

Beside him, Robin shifted, and he’s sure that your little monster hunting group was looking at each other, but Steve couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

His eyes never strayed from you, even when you stood between Nancy, his ex girlfriend and your best friend, and Chrissy Cunningham, another one of your friends. You stood in the center of four girls on the homecoming court. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t so much as spare another girl a glance. They just seemed so insignificant compared to you.

Steve swore he had never seen anything that could compare to the sight of your jaw dropping when the crown was placed on top of your head. Your hand went to grab your tiara, pulling it into your head tightly as you barked an incredulous laugh full of joy.

Applauds followed, but Steve swore he was the loudest, regardless of Lucas and Mike screaming a few bleachers below him.

After quick side hugs to your friends, Steve watched intently as you ran to your Dustin and your mom as swiftly in possible with your heels.

Pictures followed, and after a picture with the court and homecoming king, you were swarmed with a crowd of people. Steve barely made his way through to you, but when he did, he stopped moving, letting the crowd shift around him despite him feeling the world had stopped spinning for a moment.

Billy Hargrove looked at you like you hung the moon, and Steve wanted to rip his arm off your shoulder and replace it with his, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t yours, and you were certainly not his, the mass of teenage boys eager for a picture with you proved that. Steve wasn’t special, and he was delusional if he ever thought he had a chance with you.

Steve didn’t stay long enough to watch your eyes scan the crowd, looking for a familiar face. He hadn’t seen your shoulders sag in disappointment when you couldn’t find him, or the way your eyes brightened at the sight of him walking into the school, hands dipped in his pockets.

—

Steve’s knuckles rasped against where your desk had been last year, the seat next to his in the AP statistic class you had convinced him to take.

He shook his head at the memories of you tutoring him on the car rides to and from school, in the library, each other’s houses. He remembered the days your patience wore thin, the days when he stayed for dinner at your house so he could continue studying with you past six, the days you forced Dustin out of your room so you could get some work done, the days you baked him cookies when passed his tests. He’d survived the class with a C+, thanks to you.

Too focused on reminiscing, Steve hardly heard your heels clacking until you were in the doorway.

“Guess King Steve has been dethroned,” you said, sounding pleased with your own wit. The nickname he only let you call him flowed off your lips with ease.

“Finally,” Steve joked, turning to look at you. “That guy was an asshole.”

Steve watched as you place your bouquet of flowers onto the closest desk to the door before coming towards him, your cheeks looking flushed. He realized you must’ve rushed out to find him.

“Right?” you agreed, teasing. Uncontrollable giggles spilled from your throat.

It felt like a breathe of fresh air to have you this close to him, the closest you had been all day. Steve hadn’t really how much he had missed you. He took the moment to admire you.

Your hair was curled in a bun, strings of frizz framing your face, but not as nicely as the golden tiara on your head did. The tiara was like the final piece of a puzzle, completing your faultless look. You looked perfect, but something about your dress— the way it hugged your curves, how it showed the right amount of cleavage. Your dress made you look divine.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Steve was sure that he’d get to see you in white dress again.

“I thought you left,” you admitted, an arm going to hug yourself. Your fingers brushed against your forearms for comfort, a nervous tick Steve had picked up when you two had gotten close in your junior year of Highschool.

Steve felt ashamed hearing your worried tone. He had thought about it, leaving and going home, prepared to call you later that night, ready to lie and say he had caught food poisoning and didn’t want to spoil your night. He was glad he stayed. If he hadn’t, he would’ve never seen how gorgeous you looked that night.

“Without wishing you congratulations? You think that low of me, Sunshine?” Steve whistled. He tilted his head, lips curved into a smile.

You dipped your head, but Steve could still spot your blissful expression, cheeks full from your smile. Steve swore he saw you blush at the nickname. Then, you looked up at him like he was something worth looking at.

With an ounce of hesitance, you shrugged, “What’d you think?”

“About what?” Steve asked, oblivious as ever.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. “About me?” you huffed, gesturing your hands to yourself in emphasis.

Steve’s heart raced. The way you looked was setting off a fire deep inside him that he wasn’t sure he could ever put out. You looked godly, and if Aphrodite was real, Steve was sure that you were her favorite child. Steve would fight hundreds of millions of demogorgons, demo-dogs, any monster from the upside down to see you like this. Hell, he’d sacrifice himself to them if this was the sight that would welcome him to heaven.

But before he could say anything, you laughed, your normal snort that reminded him you were the same girl from yesterday; the same girl that almost crashed his car when he tried teaching you how to drive, the same that made him buy her books and milkshakes. The same girl who insulted his taste in movies and music. The same girl who saved his life more times than he could count.

You were the same girl he thought was absolutely perfect despite your, at least he thought they were, breathtaking imperfections.

Smiling, you said, “In all seriousness, Steve, my mom wants a picture of us. Dustin wants to be in it too, says it’s foreshadowing something. I didn’t bother asking what.”

Steve hummed, drawling closer. It’s now or never, he told himself.

“I think they’re going to have to wait.”

You cocked your head in confusion. For once in your entire life, you were the oblivious one. “Why’s that?”

“I want you to myself for a little bit,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly. “Is that too much to ask?”

Steve watched your lips part. You blinked, stunned, before brushing back a strand of frizz behind your hair. “N-no,” you stammered.

“No?” Steve repeated, your bashfulness giving him confidence. He looked down at you, eyes hazy.

“No, it isn’t,” you shook your head lightly. “It isn’t too much to ask. Not at all.”

Smiling down at you, Steve bathed in the way you watched him. He adjusted the crown on your head. “You look like a queen tonight, giggles.”

Mischievously, you rolled your eyes. “Really,” your voice was laced with sultry, “King Steve?”

Steve sucked in a breath. He ignored that nagging voice in his head that told him you were too good for him (you were but that was beside the point). He reached to caress your face, the thumb of his hand brushed your cheek. You leaned into his touch, and Steve watched as your eyes fluttered shut when he slowly started to lean in.

Flash interrupted the two of you.

You bounced away from him, but Steve stayed in his place. He didn’t bother to look away from you, his lips still parted as he watched your chest heave wildly as you looked at Steve’s cockblocker the culprit.

“Mom!” you scolded, rushing toward where your mother stood in the doorway, where you had stood minuted ago.

“Sorry! You two just looked to cute,” your mom apologized, unapologetically, waving the new picture dry. “Dusty had me come looking for you. He really wants that picture.”

You lowered your voice, glancing back at Steve like you didn’t want him to hear you say, “He couldn’t have waited five more minutes?”

Your mother pouted, Steve could see where you got it from, and her voice dipped lower in a whisper so he couldn’t hear. Slightly, your eyes widened and you glanced at the photo, flustered.

Hesitantly, you turned him, cheeks red. “C’mon Steve,” you said gently. “Dusty buns needs a picture.”

Steve chuckled, dropping his head before walking towards you, walking you back to the football field with a hand on your lower back, your bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Dustin gave him a copy of the pictures several weeks later.

There were two photos of you, him, and Dustin; one where you all smiled politely, Dustin on Steve’s right, you on his left, and another where you held an eye roll, arms crossed over your chest and Dustin and Steve argued beside you over something minuscule.

There was one of you two, both of you looking at the camera charismatically, a purple-pink sunset behind you. (He put the picture in his wallet).

The last photo, was slightly blurry, but that didn’t stop Steve from turning to red at the sight of his hand on your cheek, your eyes closed, him leaning in.

Steve hid that photo in a shoebox under his bed. Y'know, for safe keeping. And looking at it now, months later. Without you. He knows one thing.

He should’ve kissed you.

This has been in my drafts for a while and i was meaning to post this after i finished the line series or whatever but i think it it’s good and can’t make myself write sooooo… here! 🩷

[checkadii]

The first two drawings are the nicest. They stay up here (but also because Jesus this takes Space)

Aggressively points at the entire Shallow Bed album

GODDD IM HAVING SUCH. BRAINWORMS WITH LIKE 5 SONGS INCLUDINF HISTORY BOOK IN REGARDS TO TRIGUN ITS INSANE

BIBLE BELT? WOLFWOOD. UUAHHHGGHGGH

[sunydays]

Yea, I wanted to make a poster of some sort for the first fully drawn chapter of New Friends Old Enemies, and I got this. I don’t like it, but whatever

The first page of the comic -> Old memories page 1

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[wordfather]

just cried because i listened to my favorite song from when i was 8 years old. i hadn't heard it in years and appearantly i had missed it so much and not even realized. or maybe i just missed the memories that came with it. im in my grandma's kitchen, eating skyr topped with sugar, listening to an old cassette tape of even older songs. my grandma said it was our tape, that she only listens to it when im visiting. im staying the entire weekend and tomorrow we'll go berry picking. i'm 8 and i feel a little lost but my grandma loves me so much and is glad to spend an entire weekend with me. im listening to my favorite song and im 8 years old and im eating so much sugar. im gonna make a blanket fort later. hell yeah.

[hoofpeet]

A little look at the sorta post-reunion endgame era of the replacement Ingo timeline.. +expanding a bit on the thing . I really like stories where characters go through life changing experiences and, at the end of whatever journey or whtv they've been on, ultimately have to make peace with the fact that they've grown into different people and can never really. go back to how they were before.

+But it also adds a kinda bittersweet thing to Sugar & Spice effectively becoming a living memory of how Ingo & Emmet were in their youth

[tangledinink]

repostober day whatever today is. anyway, you ever drop acid in the middle of the woods? lol me neither, that'd be CRAZYYYY...

[invalidstories]

Elevator Blackout

Warnings: descriptions of darkness or claustrophobic situations, tension, and uncertain future.

In the dimly lit elevator, Hero and Villain exchanged wary glances as the lights flickered and died, leaving them stranded in darkness. The sudden blackout had caught them off guard, their usual animosity overshadowed by a sense of unease.

"Well, this is unexpected," Hero remarked, their voice tinged with nervous laughter as they fumbled for their phone in the darkness.

Villain nodded in agreement, their usual air of confidence faltering. "Seems like we're stuck here for a while," they replied, their tone more subdued than usual.

As they settled into an awkward silence, Hero couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about their unlikely companion. Despite their differences, there was something intriguing about Villain that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"So," Hero began tentatively, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "What do you usually do during a blackout?"

Villain shrugged, their shoulders tense with discomfort. "I suppose I'll have to find out," they replied, their voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Hero and Villain found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never thought possible. They swapped childhood stories and reminisced about their favorite books, discovering unexpected similarities in their tastes and experiences.

"So, what was your favorite childhood book?" Hero asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Villain hesitated for a moment, their brow furrowing in thought. "I always had a soft spot for adventure novels," they admitted, a hint of nostalgia creeping into their voice. "There was something about getting lost in a story that made the world feel a little less bleak."

Hero nodded in understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I know what you mean," she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I used to love reading about brave knights and daring quests. It made me feel like anything was possible."

As they continued to share stories and swap book recommendations, Hero and Villain found themselves growing more comfortable in each other's presence. The tension that had once hung between them had melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

"So, what about you?" Villain asked, their curiosity piqued. "What's your favorite childhood memory?"

Hero's smile widened, a fond glimmer in her eyes. "I remember spending summers at my grandparents' farm," she replied, her voice soft with nostalgia. "We'd spend hours running through the fields and exploring the woods. It was like our own little slice of paradise."

Villain listened intently, a hint of wistfulness in their gaze. "That sounds wonderful," they murmured, their voice tinged with longing. "I loved staying up late to gaze at the stars, or make some sort of trouble."

Hero laughed, "I never got that sort of freedom."

"Perhaps it's time to try sneaking out then?" suggested the villain with a mischievous glint in their eye.

As the hours passed, Hero and Villain found themselves lost in conversation, their laughter echoing through the empty elevator shaft. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and regrets, and in doing so, they discovered a shared humanity that transcended the boundaries of hero and villain.

When help finally arrived and the elevator doors slid open, Hero and Villain exchanged reluctant smiles, knowing that they would never forget the unexpected bond they had forged in the darkness of the elevator.

As they went their separate ways, Hero couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at the thought of leaving Villain behind. Despite their differences, she had come to see them in a new light.

But as she stepped out into the sunlight, Hero knew that their paths would cross again, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. After all, if she could find common ground with Villain in the darkness of an elevator, then anything was possible.

"In the depths of darkness, unexpected connections can illuminate the way forward."

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