#steve is a big fan of him

[findafight]

Funniest possible way for stranger things season 5 to have another character come out isn’t byler or whatever it would be Steve and Robin and Vickie packing up a moving truck and Steve saying “hey, once we’re in the city I betcha it’ll be easier for me to find a better man to kiss than Tommy fucking Hagan. And then I’ll have double the chances to find The One.” And both Robin and Vickie going “yeah hopefully you get better taste in men though lol” before driving off into the sunset to live their best lives together. Nothing else is made of it.

[fiveandknives]

If you do movieverse spideypool and make spidey THolland, im planting a nuke in ur coffee

[irondad-defensesquad]

so i agree that civil war feels more like an avengers movie than a captain america movie, but to me it also failed when it made tony a lot more sympathetic than the titular character we're supposed to root for

[hoodienanami]

Joan Jett in her Sex Pistols shirt. photo taken by Bob Gruen

fun fact: Joan first recorded her version of ‘I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll’ with Steve Jones and Paul Cook, the guitarist and drummer of the Sex Pistols, as a b-side to her cover of ‘You Don’t Own Me’

[the-lark-ascending69]

> be a robin buckley fan

> be lesbian

> project on robin

> look up "internalized homophobia robin buckley" on tumblr because it's cathartic

> 3/4 of the posts are about st3ddie or just about steve

[kokoshka67]

How tf ppl are able to manage multiple social media accounts at the same time?!

[prodigal-upsiders]

Steve and the ulterior motive laundry

time to talk about steve’s own deranged bi little brain now. so, eddie wears a lot of flannel button-ups once he’s out of the hospital--they’re easy to put on and he gets cold easily while he’s still recovering. most of the shirts are at least a size too big, having come from the corroded coffin guys or the donation bins after most of eddie’s own stuff was lost when the trailer was torn apart. 

steve can’t help noticing that eddie, at home in worn-in flannel with rolled-up sleeves and too much room in the shoulders, looks really soft. he’s still quintessentially eddie, still bright and energetic as he gets better and the kids come around to see him, but steve’s around now for the quieter times in between. and maybe he can only see eddie curled up with the sleeves of his too-big shirts pulled over his hands, idly chewing on the buttons on the cuff as he reads the hobbit again, so many times before something in his brain is insisting that he owns lots of sweatshirts that he doesn’t wear very much anymore, that would also be too big on eddie’s shoulders and would keep him warm now that he’s getting able to wear pullover tops again.

and steve does the laundry in the house, because it’s his house anyway and it’s just something that he takes care of and he always ends up washing the random shirts and hoodies and socks that the kids leave strewn around anyway, it’s not a big deal. it’s just maybe a coincidence that all of eddie’s flannels end up needing to be washed on the same day. and he doesn’t have one to put on when he wanders into the kitchen and pouts because it’s cold. and steve’s not going to just let him freeze, but it’s a big house and it takes a while to heat, so when he tells eddie to grab a sweater from his own room it’s very casual and normal of him to do so. 

tells himself he can stay very casual and normal about seeing eddie sprawled out on the couch a while later, with one sleeve of steve’s old swim team hoodie pulled down over his fingers and the other sleeve pushed up to the elbow while he scribbles in one of his notebooks. eddie keeps chewing on the hoodie strings and steve is pretty sure that he should find that gross but instead he keeps looking at the way his name looks across the back of the sweatshirt, harrington a little rumpled up across eddie’s narrow shoulders, partially hidden where his hair is escaping from a messy bun.

and maybe it just takes him a couple of days to put the laundry away because of other reasons. but he doesn’t exactly complain when eddie keeps stealing his sweatshirts anyway.

[kapuchino357]

(this one got a little longer than expected, sorry about that)

but, wow, can you imagine being Steve

you work your whole life to get in The most prestigious magic coven known to witch kind. to be considered one of the best.

you have an itty bitty little brother to make proud.

you get in. it was hell to get in, you have to give up your palisman when you do, but you Get. In.

it feels good to be seen as a terrifying monster.

you somehow make actual friends with your boss, known no-nonsense ice queen Lilith Clawthorne.

(she allows far more nonsense than anyone realizes)

your boss deserts after revealing that she cursed her own sister.

(you have some feelings about that)

you get antagonized and bullied by the emperor's aide now that Lilith is gone.

the Golden Guard takes over as your acting Head Witch in Lilith's place, since we apparently have no time to find a different replacement.

the Golden Guard is a teenager.

(you gave him a ride on your motorcycle one time because it was his day off and he was so excited to spend it learning about how you made your motorcycle)(it was very cute)

you haven't really seen your little brother in years because of your job.

(he switched schools at some point? what was so wrong with Glandus?)

(last time you saw Mattholomule, he stole a valuable map from you, and you definitely got punished for it) (Adrian Graye Vernworth is a [REDACTED])

you get your lights punched out by a 14-year-old bard.

your teenage boss is trying to recruit fellow teenagers into one of the most grueling jobs you can imagine.

(you know because you're working it)

he doesn't think taking them away from their friends and families is a big deal.

you start questioning your life choices.

at some point you start seeing a shrink.

probably a little after Lilith left?

[you're still friends with Lilith, she invited you to celebrate her new job promotion! the Owl Lady's house demon was civil and didn't murder you because "Lulu" asked (all hail Lulu.)]

some things stop making sense and some other things start making sense.

you have not been the man you wanted to be.

you repeatedly get assigned to work with that bitch (forgive me gran gran) Adrian Graye Vernworth.

you get sent to forcefully brand the children in your little brother's school with mismatched coven sigils.

the kids kick your team's butts.

your little brother is there, kicking butt.

(this new school has been good for him. you're starting to understand what was wrong with Glandus)

your teenage boss is there, also kicking your team's butts. (go boss.)

you have not been the man you wanted to be. you can still change that.

you're going to quit your job.

you run into Lilith's furry little nephew outside of town, on the day you're planning to pack all your shit and bail.

he's going through his own crisis so, you figure you'll help him.

you take him on a road trip, it's very relaxing.

the entire way you can feel something following you, but you try not to focus on that.

finding yourself is tougher than it sounds, and he's just a little guy.

(the kid is a Titan. you took the Son of God on a road trip. you jot that down to have a crisis over for later.)

(you wish you could've helped the Golden Guard. you hope he's doing alright.)

Lilith and the Tube from Hell have been following you.

Lilith seems to be going through some things, so you offer to hook her up with your therapist.

the Tube from Hell attacks you for it.

[i saw a post talking about how Steve might've been working for the Rebellion already when he 'randomly' found King and took him for a road trip, but i don't believe that.

Steve spent the past week stewing in an existential crisis and figuring himself out, after that it was just rolling with the punches for him]

Lilith's sister calls her to meet in Latissa.

Lilith's sister is apparently allied with a rebellion now.

Lilith and her nephew ask you to join the rebellion.

how can you say no to them? you can't. them's the breaks.

you also want to help.

you give them a ride to Latissa to join the rebellion.

one third of the most celebrated witches of your time, your (former?) bosses, are there.

you recognize a couple of bards you may have been a bit more of an asshole to than necessary as well. (you hope they don't recognise you)

Lilith & King convince them to let you stay.

you get to help with planning.

it turns out the Day of Unity is actually going to be a Day of Painfully Lose Your Magic if You Have A Coven Sigil.

(you are very glad Matty didn't get branded during the Hexside raid.)

the plan is to put a sigil on the Owl Lady. (there's something ironic about that.)

the Owl Lady's kids get sent on a different mission for their safety. (you're glad to hear Hunter is with them.)

luckily your brand lets you do all types of magic, because they kinda need that now.

the plan goes okay all the way up until the Owl Lady gets found out and everything starts going South.

(you like how they don't seem to have had a backup plan (that's sarcasm))

The Day of Unity is upon you.

(oh, by the way, Lilith also turns into a horrifying bird monster now! fun!)

[crimson--freak]

I’m having fanfic thoughts again but this time it’s for Stranger Things for some reason*

[sanguine-tenshi]

Having watched s4 finally.

Eddie really puts into perspective how much other characters shit on Steve when he had his big development all the way back in s1.

[classicjdog]

CURSE MY FUCKING SHITARSE INTERNET I JUST WANT TO PLAY SOME FUCKING TEKKEN GAAAAHHHHHHHH

REINA IS SO FUCKING SICK AND I CAN'T PLAY HER AGAINST REAL PPL I'M STUCK FIGHTING THE STUPID AI FUCK

[artiststarme]

Intrusive Thoughts

This is a fic based on this post from yesterday. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to say something completely unexpected out of the blue. In fact, it was common practice for him to voice some of the strangest shit Steve has ever heard. He had some of the most concerning intrusive thoughts that Steve had ever borne witness to. From minor comments about jumping into traffic to bizarre mentions of pulling strangers' ponytails out of nowhere, Eddie has said some strange things. But sometimes, he still manages to surprise him. 

This particular time, they were walking through downtown Chicago on a long-weekend trip. Eddie had badgered Steve for weeks to get a weekend off to take a short vacation up to the city to see a metal concert. Steve didn’t really want to go to a concert that he knew was going to be more screaming than singing but Eddie could be very persuasive when he wanted to be, and persistent. After being annoyed for three days in a row, Steve’s stubbornness faded and he agreed to take the time off work, drive to Chicago with Eddie, and keep him company doing ‘touristy’ things for a few days. 

He had to admit too, he was having a good time despite his initial reservations. Chicago was a beautiful city and there was a lot more to do here than there was in Hawkins. They’d hit up a few touristy spots, had appreciated the wonderful architecture, and had put their fakes to good use to visit a bar or two. He was getting a little concerned about Eddie though. 

On their walk to the concert venue one night, Eddie muttered, “I’m having the Midwestern urge to jump into traffic. You know, like a deer.”

At the time, Steve just nodded at him. It was 8 PM on a Friday and he was going to have to deal with a lot more noise than Eddie apparently wanting to jump in front of cars going 50 mph. So, he kept his mouth shut but grabbed a hold of Eddie’s wrist for the rest of their walk. This weirdo could think about it but there was no way in hell Steve was actually going to let him walk into the busy street. Fucking idiot. 

The concert was just as insufferable and loud as Steve expected it to be. But the beaming smile Eddie had on his face for the rest of the night and into the early morning was worth the start of a migraine that Steve had to deal with. He’d do anything to keep Eddie happy. Even if that meant sticking out in a large group of metalheads and punks wearing a polo and light wash jeans. 

The next day, Eddie was still riding his high from the concert. He was talking a mile a minute and practically vibrating in leftover excitement from last night. They were walking through the downtown area in search of something for lunch when they had to cross a bridge. Steve was watching the boats glide through the water on the river and Eddie was staring harshly at the slow-moving woman and child in front of them. When the mother and child stopped walking completely to peer over the edge at a boat, Eddie grunted angrily and leaned closer to whisper into Steve’s ear. 

“Ah, the Midwestern urge to push the miniature human off the edge,” he rolled his eyes and bumped shoulders with Steve as though he expected agreement. 

Instead, Steve’s head snapped to look at him in alarm. “Um… no. I love you but goddamn. Let’s not do that.”

He was able to remain a calm, albeit slightly alarmed, composure on the outside but on the inside he was astounded. Eddie’s violent thoughts were escalating and those were just the vocal ones that Steve knew about. What else was he thinking that he wasn’t unintentionally saying out loud? Meanwhile, Steve was thinking to himself, ‘what the fuck is wrong with this guy?’ 

“Relax Stevie. Ooo, can we stop and get pizza? They have deep dish here!” Steve just vaguely nodded and let him drag him across the street to the pizza parlor. What else was he supposed to do other than ignore his concerns for the time being?

Later that night when they were back in their hotel room, Steve decided to bring it up to Eddie. “Hey man, remember what you said earlier about pushing the kid off the bridge? Do you get thoughts like that a lot?”

Eddie looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I never think about hurting kids.”

“Seriously? You told me earlier today that you wanted to push that ‘miniature human’ off the bridge when they were walking really slow in front of us!” Steve raised his voice slightly, feeling a bit manic as he gestured his hands for emphasis. 

“Stevie, that doesn’t sound like something I would say. Are you sure it isn’t something that you thought about and are trying to blame me for?” His eyes turned concerned and he tilted his head as if to analyze Steve.

“Don’t turn this around on me! I don’t think about pushing children from high ledges!”

“You have to because this thought came from somewhere and it wasn’t from me!” 

There was a moment of silence between the two of them where Eddie was trying to remember if he actually had thought about it and mentioned it to Steve earlier while Steve panicked. Maybe it was him that thought about it. But that brought a whole other slew of problems. Why was Steve thinking about throwing children off of high surfaces? Was he reverting to the jerk he was back in high school? He thought he’d made progress but maybe not if he was thinking about hurting innocent, but very slow-moving, individuals. 

Eddie patted his shoulder and drew his attention back to him, “hey man, I’m sure it’s fine. We all have thoughts like that sometimes, okay? Don’t overthink it. I’m going to go take a shower, you good?”

“Um, yeah,” Steve nodded. “I’m just going to call Robin and check in.”

“Sounds good, man. I’m going to be singing in there but I’ll stick to the songs you like. If you have any requests, just pop your head in and let me know.”

Steve laughed and threw a towel at him, “go take your damn shower!”

“I’m going, I’m going!” Eddie chuckled and ducked into the bathroom. 

Steve’s smile dropped as soon as he was out of sight. Was he the one having intrusive thoughts? He could’ve sworn that Eddie had been the one to say it but he also had several head injuries under this belt. Arguably, Eddie’s memory would be better and more reliable even with his ADHD than his would be… Right?

He dialed Robin’s number in a daze, barely even registering the dial tone and only tuning back in when he heard her voice over the receiver. “Hello, Buckley residence. Is this Steve?”

“Hey Robs,” he said unenthusiastically. She, of course, immediately picked up on his downtrodden mood and moved to fix it. 

“What’s wrong? Did Eddie do something? You’re four hours away right now but I can find a ride and be there in four and a half to kill him. If he so much as hurt your feelings, bruised them at all, I will start planning his murder this very second. Just say the word, Steve. I will take him out, no questions asked,” she rambled.

Steve just sighed. “I’m just confused. Earlier today, I could’ve sworn he said he had ‘a Midwestern urge’ to push a kid off a bridge we were walking on. But when I brought it up to him to hear what the fuck that was supposed to mean, he said it was my thought and he never had it. Am I a bad person, Robin?”

“No Steve, of course not! Aside from your frequent episodes of passive aggressive bitchiness, you’re the nicest person I know! And even when you are being a sassy bitch, it’s justified!” She reassured him.

“I thought about pushing a kid off of a bridge earlier today! That’s not nice at all!” Steve said in panic. He didn’t think she was understanding the severity of his thoughts. 

“Steve, you practically have six kids of your own. There is no way you would’ve thought about pushing a kid off the ledge. Also, “a Midwestern urge”? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. It had to have been Eddie that said it.”

“But-”

“Steve, Eddie’s memory sucks worse than yours does which honestly, I didn’t even know was possible until we became friends with him. Between his nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter and his ADHD, he can’t remember anything. I am 100% positive that he’s the one that said that. You’re a good person and you’re nothing like King Steve was in high school, okay? You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t be your best friend if you were still a jerk. Who do you take me for? Don’t insult me!” She simultaneously comforted, raged, and belittled. As always, Steve was impressed with her ability to do all three so effectively. 

“I’m sorry, you’re right. You wouldn’t be my friend if I was still an asshole. I was just worried after-”

Robin cut him off again. “Hey, you don’t need to be worried. You’re fine. Where is Eddie? I want to speak with him.”

“Rob-”

“Put Eddie on the phone, Steve! I have things to say to him. If you don’t give him the phone so I can yell at him, I’m going to get a ride and proceed with my murder plan. Do not test me, Dingus!” She screeched through the phone. 

“Jesus Christ, fine.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and yelled to Eddie in the bathroom where the water was no longer running. “Eds! Robin wants to talk to you, come here.”

He heard something fall, a muffled curse, and a subsequent thump before the bathroom door slid open and out stumbled Eddie. His hair was still wet and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. “Yeah?”

Steve stared at the tattoos on his chest for a full minute until he heard Robin clear her throat. He darted his eyes up to look at Eddie’s face from where they rested on his torso. Eddie’s eyes were flooded with amusement and a smirk was stretched across his face. “See something you like, Stevie?”

He frowned through a rapidly spreading blush and held the phone out to him. “Don’t get smug now, asshole. Robin wants to tear you a new one, here.”

“What? What did I-”

Steve could hear some of what Robin yelled over the phone starting with, “Stop trying to manipulate my best friend, you maniac! He’s had at least three concussions, dipshit. It’s a miracle he even remembers all of our last names!”

He heard a litany of very creative insults for a solid five minutes before Eddie told her, “alright, I promise I won’t accuse Steve of having my own intrusive thoughts ever again. Have a good night. Mhmm, bye now.”

He hung up the phone and turned to Steve. His eyes were big and surprised and his bottom lip quivered a little bit. “Look Stevie, I know you’re probably still mad that I unintentionally freaked you out by making you think you were going crazy. But your best friend is really scary and I really need a hug right now so can we revisit the apologies later?”

Steve just laughed and opened his arms wide so Eddie could jump into them. They’d have to talk about Eddie pushing his intrusive thoughts onto others but for now, they would hug and enjoy a peaceful night in their hotel on vacation in Chicago. Life couldn’t get better than this.

(@anzelsilver @zerokrox-blog thanks for your ideas in the comments of the last post, I made sure to include them in this one!)

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[maddy-ferguson]

those who pick apart every flaw in the wheeler family dynamic to construe some kind of familial abuse storyline for mike lowkey remind me of steve stans who take the multiple instances of steve freaking about his dad ‘what will my dad think/my dad’s gonna kill me’ and the harringtons’ alluded to absent hands off parenting and construct steve a familial abuse backstory. If they wanted mike to have an abuse story they would have given him one. max and the byers are abused children, max by her brother and will/jonathan by lonnie. we also see the duffers write downright flawed parents, max’s mom coping from divorce and work woes with alcohol and not being present to her daughter’s growing depression, hopper suffering from his own fear of loss and lashing out against a child that obviously was gonna act out from being cooped up for a year. if the wheelers were supposed to be anything other than emotionally stunted, conservative parents that sometimes try and sometimes fall short they would be that instead. like max’s mom, like hopper, they contain parenting flaws. you’d think karen and ted were monsters for not always being the perfect support system for a child they cannot understand what’s going on with, supernaturally or otherwise, by the popular opinion of speaking of them here is

there's one key difference between people who do that with mike's family and people who do that with steve's: we're actually supposed to care about mike's family and his relationship with them. the wheelers are one of two families we meet in season one. we meet them first. mike is elliott in E.T and steve is...elliot's older sister's reformed boyfriend (elliott doesn't have an older sister). we're not supposed to care about his family. do the details we get matter? sure, it...explains why steve works at scoops ahoy i guess. you could find ways in which it informs his relationship with nancy i'm sure but it's not that important in the grand scheme of things because steve himself isn't.

what's annoying about people stretching what we see of mike's family and pretending that it's what's happening though is, well, the fact that they pretend it's what's happening and that they'll act like it's in the show and say you have no media literacy if you disagree. i think it's a thing in this fandom especially because people are sooo into Analysis that they forget that not everything has to be canon for you to enjoy it. steve is his stans' special little guy, of course they're gonna take the three things we hear about his family and make it big plot points in the fics they write, you're allowed to do that also. if you want to write a fic where ted is this lonnie type figure then by all means do it because he will never be in the show, just like steve's relationship with his parents will never be explored. that's something steve stans are well aware of, hence the fics and the frustration at the fact that despite his massive screentime steve's feelings don't seem to matter that much and that he doesn't get to process any of his trauma on screen. mike has family dynamics that are important enough to make it into the episodes. mike is given emotional depth. mike is a character that gets to be traumatized on screen. if you want to add to his trauma by making his parents worse than they are, that's what ao3 is for. if they wanted mike's parents to be abusive beyond redemption, they would've made them abusive beyond redemption.

[argayle]

i’m coming out… i love steve harrington.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

STEVE ROGERS THE BIRTHDAY / @shieldedfreedom

There's few people that would get Pepper flying out from her Seattle offices for and one of those Steve Rogers. As much as she was certain Tony would claim he's the reason that got her flying in, harassing her emails, texts, and calls even when the voice wasn't his but his AIs; Pepper had already made the plans to fly in for the fourth the first reminder that she had gotten. All of that had more been Pepper wanting to leave Tony to dangle; she's a busy woman now and he's not priority number one. Steve was reason enough for her to fly in.

Others she would have sent the corporate gift basket and a handwritten card. She's sure that the poor man was going to get roped into Tony's idea of a big celebration and she's finally arrived at the tour. she hopes the decorators were tipped well for all the stars and stripes the place was wrapped in.

When she sees him, the grin can't be helped and she's going for the hug right away. ❝ Hey there, so I see what Tony's done with the place. I'm sure he's got a big spectacle when it gets dark enough planned as well, that's Tony for you. ❞ It was the way that Tony showed his care, he did what he knew, and Pepper's spent years translating that to people. ❝ You've got to promise me that you'll come find me and let me steal you away from the chaos. ❞

[steviewashere]

Thinking about Steve who tries on Eddie's pants w/ the wallet chain and him realizing that he really loves the swish of the chain. Just twirling around while Eddie watches, grinning like a mad little fool whenever the chain hits against itself or on his thigh or when it clinks on his watch accidentally. Him fidgeting with it and loving it.

And though he's not a big fan of Eddie's style on himself, he really loves the wallet chain. Like so much that he'll play with it himself even when it's on Eddie. And so, eventually, Eddie gets him one.

Steve fucks around with it all the time. Unhooks it from his new wallet, twirls it in the air, shifts it really fast back and forth between his palms like making a Play-Doh snake. Then, when he and Eddie are in public and can't be super publicly affectionate, he just hooks himself to Eddie's chain. That way they're constantly next to each other, him following after a constantly distracted Eddie with his heart in his eyes, the pulse in his throat, and a marriage proposal on the back of his tongue.

Just Steve being goofy and in-love and being low-key obnoxious while being kind of cute about it, you feel me?