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Sony: “IT’S MORBIN TIME. GOT THE MORBS. MORE WITH US. YOU WILL MORB. BE THE MORB. WE ARE THE MORB. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATEED. MORB.”
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hippielittlemetalhead · 9 months
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So I've seen a lot of 'Hop actively dislikes and distrusts Steve', 'Hop tolerates Steve because he's useful during UD shenanigans but doesn't like him', and the big swing to 'Hop has adopted Steve as his own and treats him the same/almost the same as he does El'
BUT, I present:
Hop pseudo adopts Steve because when he and Owens were trying to get the Harringtons to make any decisions about their teenager who saw some sketchy shit and may need government testing they legally gave Hop the rights to act in loco parentis and he takes that seriously because he doesn't want another Will Byers and he's pretty sure the Harrington kid has a concussion.
Hop who stays involved just enough in Steve's life season 1-3 that we the audience see Steve is getting attached. But Hop just sees an annoying kid who won't leave him alone when he's trying to deal with a rebellious psychic and her insane little friends and keeps asking stupid questions about highschool romance and teenage rivalry drama. Knows Joyce Byers doesn't like the kid but won't give a lot of reason why but he's mostly learned to trust that woman's judgement about people. Still gets him the job at Scoops when the kid's dad makes a stink about college and tells him if he survives a few months there he'll consider bringing him on the force, makes sense to keep him close and in a position to help should shit hit the fan again.
Hop who doesn't get it when Steve is one of the most relieved when he 'comes back to life' after Joyce and Murray bring him back from Russia. When Steve introduces him as "My Hop," (something he'd taken to calling him just before season 2 shenanigans) to his sarcastic, fidgety little friend like it means something. The girl, Robin, looks between the two of them and gets this sad look on her face for a second before smiling and shaking his hand and saying something about "Dingus has told me all about you".
Hop who complains to Murray one of the times The Party and assorted teens and adults are over at his renovated and expanded cabin (courtesy of Owens and shady government organizations recognizing these people are worth investing in, heavily if omens are to be believed) when the bald annoyance asks about what's up on there. Complains about having annoying teenagers who have nothing better to do but pester him legally put under his supervision cause their parents can't be assed to care and are spoiled little shits who are slightly more bearable versions of said parents cause he can stand toe to toe with one of those monsters they faced and the kids kind of listen to him. Complains about barely being able to breathe cause of regular visits and check-ins like Hop was still responsible for him. Says at least the extra hands are useful around the cabin what with the still healing up and El pacing herself after the showdown with Creel and still trying to find Max and the Byers not quite moved back to Hawkins yet.
Hop who doesn't realize that Steve hears every word cause he had gone looking for the older man when he disappeared for more than a few minutes, when he couldn't see him to make sure he was here and safe and alive. Steve who thought Hop actually had come to care for him in his own gruff way and had confessed to Robin that in a lot of ways the way Hop has taken care of him makes him the closest thing to the father figure he's always wanted but never thought he'd get to have. Steve who hears Murray hum and recollect a visit from Nancy and Jonathan where their romance officially started (he vaguely knows about the visit, didn't realize that's what happened, didn't realize she couldn't be bothered to even do the decent/considerate thing before moving on to something better) because it seemed it was a pattern he was seeing 'people liked Steve, but people didn't love Steve'.
Hop who hears a choked sound like someone taking a claw to the gut and turns to see Harrington. Steve Harrington his bandages just peeking out from the collar of his shirt and the opening of his sleeves. (He never did get the stories behind those, too busy being fussed over and being told about the kids and how they were doing as Harrington played babysitter) Steve Harrington a kid who went through hell and still managed to smile and laugh and stand tall and unyielding looking at him with a blank face his eyes misty and his shoulders starting to curl in on himself before he clears his throat, chokes out that he just wanted to make sure Hop was alright but looks like Murray had everything under control. He'd go now, get out of his hair, let him rest, let him breathe. Steve Harrington who walks away with purpose like a man on a mission and doesn't acknowledge the kids calling out asking if he's alright, make sure he has his walkie talkie on him.
Hop, who realizes maybe he left behind two kids who missed (needed) him. Who wonders who took care of Harrington's paperwork when he was concussed and sedated because he was bleeding out and feverish from infection and Hop was busy at the cabin reveling in the comfort and warmth of his daughter and the woman he loved and her two sons who were fast becoming like his own. Hop, who realizes too late that maybe if he'd given the kid half a chance he could have had 3 sons to sit with him and his daughter and the woman he loved as they basked in surviving another end-of-the-world. Hop who has spent years barely giving a damn about Steve Harrington and realizes that he's no better than the kid's own parents.
Part 2
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jabbage · 3 months
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This is the worst feeling:
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hydrus101 · 3 months
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Don’t think about Bella, a few months along, visiting department stores and sorting through the available patterns of baby clothes.
Don’t imagine her comparing swatches of fabric, testing the weave and the softness and the color to find something perfect for her baby. Don’t imagine the hours she spends sewing seams and fastening buttons, making outfits far larger than what a newborn might wear: dresses that would fit a two month old, a six month old, a year, two; a whole collection of outfits for her darling daughter because somehow she just knows it’s a girl. Don’t imagine her going to Arthur and showing him the clothes she’s made with tender love and care and perhaps just a prickle of fear. Don’t imagine Arthur’s uneasy smile and simple compliment, because even if he may not love her—even if he hasn’t quite decided to leave her just yet—he has to act like it, and this is the least he can do. She smiles back.
Don’t imagine Arthur, newly widowed, coming home with Faroe and bundling her up in the clothes her mother had worked so hard to make. Don’t imagine his twinge of guilt each time he can’t bring himself to do up all those delicate hand-sewn buttons and hands her off to Tess instead. Don’t imagine that after Faroe is dead and gone and buried, the clothes still linger, sitting prettily and untouched in their drawers until the moths get to them and what remains is left behind for Daniel to collect when Arthur finally leaves Boston.
Don’t imagine Daniel’s eyes and hands, teary and calloused, as he holds the clothes his daughter made and granddaughter wore, or his remorse and anger at things he can no longer change. Don’t imagine him tucking the scraps of fabric safely into a box below the stairs, folding each with care while he thumbs over the ragged moth-eaten holes, and mentally making note to find someone, another seamstress maybe, to patch them up. He never does.
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pokeharvest · 2 years
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morbhead mihawk (inspired by this)
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bonus under the cut:
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monsieuroverlord · 2 months
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Preview Pages for Weapon X-Men #1 are up
Written by Christos Gage, art by Yildiray Cinar, main cover by Dike Ruan
source here
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brideormonster · 2 months
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Victorian slang should make a comeback. And btw, I got the morbs if you even care.
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hopelessromanfic · 1 year
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when will remembered mike in s2:
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now s5, will’s fighting possession, losing his mind and memories and in a darkened moment alone, mike and will have this conversation.
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jasperscringepit · 4 months
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Hello friends, Newsies friends in particular. I'm currently ill and feeling very emotional and I just wanted to say thanks to all the cool people I've made friends with/spoken to this year.
I've never been in such a lovely, welcoming community and it's been so wonderful to get to be involved and talk to you guys.
I know I sort of disappeared, but I've been struggling with a lot of my things in life over the last few months and my energy has been at an all time low. I hope the new year brings some respite and I can be a bit more present bc I miss my blorbos and I miss the community sm.
I'm also very open to people shouting at me through asks and DMs (though an ask first helps, I get a little anxious about DMs from new ppl)
Hopefully I'll have more energy so I can yell with you guys again soon :))
- Jasper
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fireladybuckley · 4 months
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I’m just so sad today. It’s been just under 3 days and already it feels like an eternity, but also like no time at all has passed. I can still feel him in my arms, smell the wonderful scent of his fur when I buried my nose in the back of his neck, still feel his purrs reverberating off my collarbone, his gentle paw pads on my arm, his soft fur brushing my skin. And then he was gone, just like that, tearing out a chunk of my heart as he went.
The ache he’s left behind in me is almost unbearable. I feel like people seem to think I should be farther along in my grief already but he was my best friend every day for thirteen years. This pain is not going to ease so quickly. I haven’t told anyone at work yet because I can’t bear talking about it.
I just feel very alone, sitting here quietly in my sadness
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cloud-player · 11 months
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Serval: Why is Gepard crying??
Pela: He took one of those 'Which Honkai Star Rail Character are you?' Quizzes.
Serval: And??
Pela: He got Sampo Koski.
Gepard: *punches a hole through Serval's workshop*
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tiktaalic · 9 months
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Maybe if I keep drinking this pineapple juice the days will stay long and the cement will stay hot and I’ll see dragonflies and fireflies
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hurricanesfollowyou · 2 months
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You have been visited by the rainbow sebastian (surly pout edition). May your day be brightened by him, even if you’re feeling morbs and pouty <3
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tweedstoat · 6 months
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Going through old fb messages with someone who isn't your friend anymore with the same amount of sadness a victorian gentlewoman felt burning compromising love letters from an ex fiancee
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Going back into my Voltron phase
Its been 5 years
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lotshusband · 5 months
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where the fuck my phil
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