#hellsite steves

[illusion-reality-steve]

Minecraft players sometimes use redstone as “blood” for their spooky or creepy builds. So for the Hellsite Steves AU, I thought it would be funny if Tumblr Town is the only Steve civilization that knows how to build redstone machines that heal Steves, and all the outsiders find their machines disturbing because they mistake all the redstone for blood splatters.

#(I would also like to mention that Tumblr Town is also powered by crabs. Courtesy of local resident Crab Steve) #hellsite steves #hellsite steves au #tumblr steve #twitter steve #steve saga au #steve saga #my art

[missingexaltation]

Wayne coming home to find the boys viciously and LOUDLY arguing and immediately getting ready to a) throw that Harrington boy out on his ear and b) be a shoulder for Eddie to cry on.

As soon as he walks through the door the Harrington boy gestures at him and screeches "TELL HIM WHAT YOU TOLD ME", and Eddie just crumples in on himself in shame, refusing to look at anyone.

Wayne standing there listening to Steve rant about how 'he doesn't care about kids or marriage or any of that shit' and how he's going to throttle Eddie for trying to break up with him because he thinks he's trailer trash and therefore has nothing to offer Steve in the long run.

Wayne excusing himself to get ready for bed, chuckling to himself as he realises that 'that Harrington boy' is gonna be around for a long time, and he's actually good with that.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #steddie #i can see Wayne being completely aloof and distant with King Steve 'The Hair' Harrington until he shows that he puts Eddie first #and then realising that his boy is actually in good hands and backing off completely #Wayne Munson is a god tier parent...no i don't take criticism #(Eddie thinks he's being practical but he's just scared shitless bless him) #Steve is in full 'shut the fuck up and listen to me while i aggressively tell you how amazing you are' mode and it's terrifying #how the fuck did this get 1k notes #and now 2k notes wtf...thanks guys! #3k Holy shit #This post is sponsored by 4k notes #5k notes omfg...it's an honour to be on this hellsite #6k nightmare 😂 #7k superstar #8k baby! #9k nugget! 😄

[shares-a-vest]

I just think Eddie would add the nickname 'Slugger' to his roster of pet names for Steve when he finds out about the nail bat...

Eddie awakens to a scratching sound at Steve's bedroom window.

He thinks it must be the trees. God knows the isolated Loch Nora has enough of them to make a consistent amount of noise 24/7. But his heart skips a beat when he comes to enough to remember that there is in fact, no tree directly outside Steve's bedroom window.

He flips over to face his boyfriend, sending their blankets flying and starling with enough movement he rattles the set of framed baseball cards Steve has on the shelving of his headboard. But the fanatic himself doesn't move, still fast asleep. Looking all angelic and cute as he steadily breathes in and out with only the faintest hint of a snore.

"Steeeeve," he panics, slapping his shoulder, "Steve, there's something at the window!"

Again, nothing.

He groans and leans forward, pressing his weight on him as he speaks directly in his ear, "Steve, wake up and put your goddamn ears in, I'm scared."

He doesn't care that it all sounds a little dramatic. Steve knows he's a total scaredy cat.

"Eds," Steve murmurs, sounding very grumpy, "What is it?"

"There's something outside."

Steve pushes him off, snapping to and hopping straight out of bed in one swift move. Eddie scrambles, spluttering as he struggles against the, now tangled, bed sheets. He looks up just in time to see Steve duck down and retrieve something from underneath his side of the bed…

It's a baseball bat.

A baseball bat covered in large nails. Nails that have been haphazardly hammered in, sticking out every which way and making it quite the deadly weapon.

He watches as Steve spins it around in his hands before gripping it tight and standing at the ready. Oh.

Steve cocks his head and quirks a brow in the direction of the frightening window in question.

The noise is still there, tap, tap a-tapping on the window.

But Eddie really couldn't give a shit anymore because now he is solely focused on his boyfriend creeping towards the window, waving his bat like he geeing himself up to hit a homer. His hands clench with every step, exposing all the veins on his hands and spider up his forearms. All the while the guy is sporting his impossibly voluminous bed hair and skulking along in his loose and tantalisingly-thin sleep shorts that leave nothing to Eddie's filthy imagination.

Well, maybe he can think of a few things…

"Step back against the wall," Steve commands, not tearing his eyes away from the window.

Eddie nods, backing back and clutching at the wall for support as his heart beats faster as Steve whirls the bat around again. He palms along the wall, feeling around until his shaking hand hits the bed and he stumbles onto it.

But Steve isn't paying attention to his immediate disobedience. He is too busy looking out the window.

"Oh, fuck," he curses before groaning with abject annoyance, "Eds!"

"Huh?" Eddie mumbles, watching Steve's bare shoulders flex and then drop as he allows the nail bat to fall by his side.

"It's a raccoon!" Steve whines, stumping the bat into the carpet with a solid thump to punctuate his frustration.

He whips around and starts off for the bed again, dragging his weapon along behind him. As if in a reverse move, Steve rolls the bat back to its hiding spot and flops onto the bed.

"Eds, I was dead asleep!" he complains, dry-sobbing. He helicopter-kicks his feet in order to propel his legs back onto the bed properly, "Why couldn't you have checked it out first?"

"Excuse me," he protests, raising a hand to his chest in offence, "I was terrified."

"You woke me up!" Steve retorts, pulling the covers about without a great deal of finesse - if anything, his technique makes their bedding situation worse.

"Could'a used that weapon up against a colony of flesh-eating bats, my dear," Eddie grins as he attempts to smooth out the crumpled covers before quickly abandoning the futile task.

"Yeah, no shit," Steve snaps. He really is a bitch when he's sleep-deprived a grouchy, "But I didn't exactly have time to come here and get it. You being a wanted fugitive and all."

"I apologise for the inconvenience," he teases, holding out grabby hands, "Come here, Slugger, and I'll make it up to you."

Steve smirks, thoroughly perking up at the new pet name. And before Eddie knows it, his baseball bat-wielding boyfriend is lunging straight over their mountain of twisted blankets for him.

#writing something sports-ball related because my family is watching footy #and i'm over here lurking on this hellsite reading/writing about the babysitter and the metalhead kissing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #lilys hcs

[space-invading-pigeon]

Look I love the Steve has Awful Parents trope but hear me out: Steve's parents are genuinely great people, but his dad's a bit of an idiot and his mom has to be supervised because she never quite learned how to watch her mouth. Steve has some pretty severe anxiety so he genuinely thinks his parents hate him if they aren't there to reassure him.

His dad, Samuel Harrington, is smart but dense; he misses a lot of social cues and sometimes has to be reminded to do basic functions like brushing his teeth or taking his socks off before stepping into the shower. He's bigger than Hop and crazy strong, but is the definition of a pushover when it comes to his family.

Now his mom, Penelope, is small and looks like a shy, demure housewife; she's a shark in human form. She's petty and a bit vindictive, but she has a soft spot for kids and (most of the time) her husband. Her best friend from high school, Wayne Munson, is the only person to insult her and not regret it (he uses that power to make sure she stays humble).

The annual, month-long trip that Samuel Harrington has to take every November means that they aren't around for the first two years of the worst experience of Steve's life, but the summer of 1985, Penelope Harrington gets into a fistfight with a firefighter after he tries to stop her from entering the mall when she hears little Erica Sinclair screaming about her brother and friends still being in the burning building. Samuel Harrington is holding her off the ground as she spits vitriol at the useless first responders when he catches sight of Steve and just walks away from the person his wife has reduced to tears. They lose sight of everything except Steve, sitting beaten and bloody in the back of an ambulance, clutching his coworker with one arm and cradling his other arm to his chest.

#steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #guess whos back on this hellsite #found this in my drafts #its definitely not done but im giving it to you anyway because otherwise it will never be finished

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Ok so I know I said I was leaving for a month but guess what… I have Wi-Fi, so I can post! Just don’t be surprised if I leave suddenly 😅 I don’t know that I’ll always have Wi-Fi or the time (or privacy) I’ll need to post. Thanks for understanding! 😊

Part 1 | . . . | Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43

Steve takes her to the junkyard, where they both sit cross-legged on the hood of his car. “Remember what I said,” he murmurs, then points to a bus. “Imagine that bus is a bunch of demogorgons, or Vecna, or both. You have all these cars you can use.”

“Besides yours,” she says, and he laughs.

“Besides mine,” he agrees. “But you have all these other cars. What would you do? If everyone you care about is right behind you, scared, but ready to fight with their bare hands if they have to?”

She takes a breath, squints at the bus. Imagines a group of demogorgons instead. Feels something furl in her chest as she extends a hand. “No,” she says, with a firmness that almost surprises her.

With a flick of her hand—and less energy than she’d ever expended before—a car crashes into the front of the bus. It skids back a few yards. Three of her imagined demogorgons are gone, but there’s still a lot more.

Both hands out this time, and she yells as she slams two cars into the side of the bus at the same time. It flips over twice, belly-up, and she grins as the last of her imaginary foes melt to dust.

“That was great, El,” Steve says warmly. “How do you feel?”

She wipes the blood from her nose and takes stock. “Tired,” she admits. “But not as much as I usually am.”

“Do you want to practice more? Or be done for now?”

“I want food,” she finally decides. “Then more practice.”

Steve grins at her. “I brought some cereal bars, but I think what you just did deserves more than that. What’re you in the mood for?”

She hesitantly grins back. “Eggos?”

Steve laughs and slides off the hood, helping her off after. “Eggos it is,” he promises. “Or we could go to a restaurant and get you real waffles with chocolate chips and whipped cream.”

Her eyes widen. “We can do that?”

He ruffles her hair affectionately. “Sure can.”

Her knees buckle when she gets off the car, and she would’ve fallen if Steve hadn’t been there to hold her up. “Whoa,” he says. “You alright, El?”

Everything suddenly seems harder than it should be. She takes a couple of deep breaths and shakes her head to clear it. “Alright,” she says, voice thinner than she’d like. “Just tired, I think.”

Steve hums. “Want to lay down in the back?”

“No. I will fall asleep and miss the time for waffles.”

“Well that’s the great part about it, is there is no time for waffles. Waffles are an anytime food.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I will lay down,” she finally agrees. “But you will wake me up when we are at the restaurant?”

He smiles at her. “Course I will, Ellie.”

She smiles as he helps her to the back. “Ellie. I like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. More than Eleven. Maybe more than Jane.”

“Well,” Steve smiles, crouching in the doorway of the car and smiling up at her. He’s a little squinty, because the sun’s in his face, but El thinks that just makes it all the better. “Get some rest, Ellie. I’ll wake you for waffles.”

“Good,” she nods, laying down as he closes the door behind her.

She’s asleep before he rounds the car to his own door.

When Steve calls her name to rouse her, she notices the sun is significantly lower in the sky than it had been when she’d been practicing. She narrows her eyes at him. “You waited.”

“You needed the sleep,” he returns. “There’s still time for waffles. I figure we eat, head back, let you practice once more, then head home to rest before tomorrow.”

She swallows. “Tomorrow is it?”

Steve sighs before scrambling into the backseat to join her. “I don’t want to force you,” he says quietly, like he’s worried someone will hear them in the safety of his car. “If you’re not ready, then you’re not ready. That’s fine. He may have his mind tricks but fire still burns him. Bullets can still hurt him. And we’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he can’t hurt anyone ever again. If it has to be without you, then that’s fine. We’ll make do.”

She leans into him and closes her eyes as his arms come up to wrap around her. “I’m scared,” she admits. “I don’t want to be scared. I don’t want you to be scared, or Alli, or Will, or Barb. If I can help you not be scared… then I want to help.”

“It’s okay to be scared. If you weren’t scared, I’d be worried.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to keep being scared.”

He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, Ellie. I know.”

She looks up at him. “Are we… like this? From when you are?”

He smiles down at her. “I think we’re getting there.”

She nuzzles back into him. “Can you adopt me? But as a sister?”

Steve pulls her in a little bit tighter. “Done.”

Permanent Taglist: @justforthedead89 @ilovecupcakesandtea @madigoround @bookbinderbitch @suddenlyinlove @nburkhardt @artiststarme @paintsplatteredandimperfect @i-less-than-three-you @alyelf @quarble @messrs-weasley @littlewildflowerkitten @vankaar @starman-jpg @bornonthesavage @steddie-there @goodolefashionedloverboi @andienotannie @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @platinum-sunset @just-ladyme @steddiestains @swimmingbirdrunningrock @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @martinskis-lydias @notaqueenakhaleesi @sleepyboosstuff @bestwifehaver @m-owo-n @thatonebadideapanda @finalmoondragon @velocitytimes2 @callmeanythjing @ajeff855 @ilikeititspretty @knitsforthetrail @sillysparrow @that-one-corvid @ace-is-bored @muricel @harpymoth @weirdandabsurd42

Fic Taglist: @blondlanfear @do-you-want-something-more @str4wb3rry-guy @paperbackribs @ninjapirateunicorns @bisexualdisastersworld @hiscrimsonangel @lolawonsstuff @xo-r4e @thedragonsaunt @l0st-strawberry

#stranger things #if I should stay #steve harrington #el hopper #Steve and el #el is a badass #I love her #Steve and el are siblings. fight me. you’re wrong #fix it fic #time travel fic #time travel fix it fic #time travel fix it #time travel #fix it #how do I tag #years of being on this hellsite and I still have no idea #starambles

[pikaman-fan]

#pikaman #manscaped #tumblr #tumblr ad #liminalcore #steve harrington #tumblr staff #what we do in the shadows #staff #vocaloid #hellsite #mikurin #tumblr ads #ads #pokemon #tumblr dot com #tumblrtwt #tumblr on twitter

[flowercrowngods]

… :) absolutely love answering an ask with a fic bc writing in the tumblr app gets the words going like nothing else….. and then…. tumblr just…. deciding to refresh out of nowhere jumping to the latest post that just got me a notif and then… the whole fic i wrote just… being dead and gone poof hahaha ha hahaha ha haha ha….

#will i learn from this? no. anyway time loop demogorgon steve you were great while you lasted #it was so uncanny and so eerie i don’t think i can reproduce that actually *sigh* #i will always love you #*points at the tumblr app* not you! #hellsite app

[unclewaynemunson]

Rituals

(AO3 link)

The day after Thanksgiving, Eddie woke up at an unfairly early time because Steve was stirring next to him in bed.

'Whatayadoin?' he mumbled into his pillow. It sounded more like a groan than like an actual phrase, so he was kind of surprised when Steve actually replied to it.

'Can't sleep anymore, just gonna start my day early. You keep sleeping in, alright?' Steve moved to press a kiss onto his temple, and Eddie could smell his morning breath, which should probably be gross, but wasn't – not when it was Steve.

He drifted off almost immediately after Steve had quietly slipped out of the room, leaving him in the darkness. It wasn't anything odd; Steve was much more of a morning person than Eddie. Usually, on days they could both sleep in, he'd keep Eddie company while the sun crept its way upwards into the sky and Eddie kept dozing off and half waking up until around noon; he'd be reading a book – or attempting to do so – or listen to some music through his headphones. Sometimes, he'd just spend his morning watching Eddie sleep, listening to his deep and steady breathing or his soft snores, perfectly content doing nothing. But every now and then, there would be days when he'd get too restless; on those days, he'd get up to spend his morning hours working out and making sure there was an extra delicious breakfast ready for Eddie when he'd finally get out of bed.

This time it was a little bit different, though. It felt like only a few moments after Steve had left the room, when Eddie heard music coming from downstairs. That wasn't like Steve, ever mindful of Eddie needing his silence in the mornings. And it sure wasn't like Steve to listen to this kind of music. It didn't sound anything like the poppy top40 stuff he'd usually blast; it was too far away for Eddie to make it out properly, but he thought he heard violins, playing some chipper but clearly classical melody.

He rolled over to his left side and saw on the clock that it was only slightly past 7. With a groan, he turned around to his other side, trying to catch some more sleep and leave Steve doing whatever the fuck it was that he was doing downstairs. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off – that something might even be wrong – so after only a few minutes, he decided to let his restlessness get the best of him and got up. He put on Steve's letterman jacket over the washed-up tee he used as pajamas and descended the Harringtons' staircase while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He still had to get used to this big, fancy house; they didn't spend enough time in the place to make it feel like a home to Eddie, both of them preferring Wayne's cramped old trailer over the creepy desolated rooms in the big house.

Eddie followed the sound of the music until he came into the living room, where he encountered a kind of chaos which he was used to from himself, but definitely not from Steve.

'What the fuck?' he mumbled under his breath.

Cardboard boxes were scattered all around the room as if Steve was planning on moving away, while Steve himself was nowhere to be found.

Just when Eddie was about to peek into the box closest to him, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Steve emerge from the door that went down into the basement, with another two big boxes balancing in his arms.

'Shit, sorry, did I wake you?'

'I heard the music,' Eddie admitted.

'Fuck, I'm so sorry Eddie!' Steve seemed a little bit more distressed about it than necessary and placed the boxes on the floor to turn down the classical music, even though that obviously wouldn't make much of a difference now that Eddie was already out of bed anyway.

'No problem, don't worry 'bout it,' said Eddie. 'But what the hell is going on here?'

Steve walked towards the window and looked out over the garden with his hands on his hips. It was looking kind of gloomy outside: the sun hadn't fully risen yet, wrapping everything in dark shadows, and the gray fall weather gave the mostly dead flowers a ghostly appearance.

'You can go back to sleep Eddie, it's fine. I didn't wanna bother you.'

Eddie took a few steps towards Steve, the fluffy carpet tickling the soles of his bare feet. 'You're never bothering me,' he said, while resting his hands on Steve's shoulders. They felt tense under the fabric of his jumper. 'And I'm already wide awake anyway.'

Steve still didn't look quite into his eyes. 'It's just... It's stupid, really.' He combed a hand through his hair, the way he always did when he was nervous or something was off.

'We always used to start decorating first thing in the morning after Thanksgiving – my mom and me, I mean. She'd put on the music and we'd get all the boxes from the basement while dad was God knows where, and it was – we were happy, the two of us together. She'd make me hot chocolate and watch me to make sure I wouldn't fall off the chair I climbed to get the lights up high. It was always ours, that morning after Thanksgiving – until she started following my dad around on all his business trips and forgot that she had a son waiting for her at home.' He grimaced and shrugged, as if he felt guilty for being bitter about it.

Eddie could picture it clear as day: a much younger, smaller Steve, with a bright smile on his chubby face as he disentangled a string of lights while his mother hovered around him, for once in a year succeeding in making him feel like everything was okay, like it was normal that his dad wasn't there with them.

'I know you don't celebrate Christmas,' Steve continued, 'You don't even like that shit, so I didn't wanna – I don't want you to feel obliged to help me with this. But I just – I still need to do it, every year, like I did it with her. The Messiah on full volume, getting all the boxes from the basement, hanging the lights everywhere... I'm sorry. I know it's pathetic.'

'Stevie...' Eddie took another step closer, wrapping Steve's hands in his own, until Steve finally looked into his eyes properly.

It broke Eddie's heart, thinking about Steve all alone in that house year after year, hanging the lights by himself, listening to music that wasn't his, trying to cling to a time that had long passed.

'Is that why you insisted on sleeping here last night?'

Steve nodded, still looking like he was ashamed.

'I know it seems weird and sad, but I – I actually love it. It's kinda cathartic, you know? It's like, my own stupid ritual.'

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's waist to pull him closer.

'You wanna decorate together?' he asked.

Steve huffed. 'I know you don't care about that.'

'Don't say that, man,' Eddie protested. 'I care about it if you care about it. I like all your weird rituals, okay? I wanna share those things with you. And I don't want you to be decorating all by yourself. I wanna do that shit together – it'll be fun, just like when you helped me and Wayne prepare for Sukkot at the trailer and Wayne wouldn't shut up about history and symbolism and all that shit.' He smiled fondly at the memory.

'So why don't you blast that – what was it called?'

'The Messiah. It's Handel.' A hesitant smile was starting to soften Steve's features.

'Blast your Handel. Let me help you untangle those lights. Put that tacky reindeer together while I make us some hot chocolate. And tell me all about how you used to decorate with your mom. 'Kay?'

'Are you sure?'

Eddie placed a kiss onto Steve's soft lips. 'Sounds like a perfect morning to me.'

🎄

 From that year on, they always decorated the house together, when the first sunlight crept over the horizon on the morning after Thanksgiving. After a few years, they stopped decorating the Harrington home, and instead filled their own place with lights and tacky reindeer decorations. Steve got Eddie a huge Menorah to make up for the abundance of Christmas crap, and Eddie bought something new to add to their collection every year – he made it a challenge to find something even uglier than the last time each year. One time, Steve got both of them matching Christmas hats, which became a recurring obligatory wardrobe item for their yearly decorating sessions. And every year, without fault, they blasted the King's College Choir's rendition of Handel's Messiah, until Eddie could hum along to the whole thing without even thinking about it. They managed to take the good memories of Steve's childhood and add something to it that was their own, making it even better. And Eddie loved it. He would never become a Christmas fan, but he loved this new ritual that was theirs. And maybe, one year in the future, he would dare to give Mrs. Harrington a call and invite her over for Christmas.

#strangerthingsfestivefun #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #christmas #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #edit: i have no idea wtf happened with the lay out but i think i managed to get most random extra spaces out #sorry if that was annoying to read idk why the hellsite does this

[strickland527]

Jonathan Byers

So I’m gonna come back and dip my toes in the stranger things fandom for a hot second here, as I’ve binged the show with the kids (who love it). 

I keep reading on here that Jonathan has “regressed” as a character (especially compared to Steve as that’s who Jonathan is always compared to) this season and I kinda wanna know what show these people are watching? Look, the Duffers aren’t especially great or especially subtle writers, but Jonathan DOES have a solid arc in season 4, certainly compared to seasons 2/3. And he has a larger arc across the series.

Steve’s arc is simple: become a better and less selfish person. Stip being an asshole. And he does it with aplomb. It’s easy to see the growth from season to season. 

Jonathan’s arc is more complex: he’s already a pretty good guy and about as selfless a character that exists on the show when it starts. Instead, he’s gotta become less solitary, less walled off, less “acting like he’s all alone in the world”. Because as Joyce says, he’s not. 

But that’s a process for Jonathan. Season one ends with him going from no friends outside of his brother, to one friend. Nancy. Now there’s a whole other post about that relationship, but needless to say as season two starts, Jonathan is talking to an actual person in school about stuff. He walks the halls with Nancy talking about plans and smiling. Compared to the only school scene in season one he has where no one talks to him, Nancy aside, and he leaves after placing a poster on the wall. 

Season three is mainly about the relationship with Nancy. How it deepens and grows, how they challenge each other and push each other. But even in a season where he doesn’t grow much, Jonathan is still shown opening up more. His argument with Nancy is revealing about his fears, his role in his family and shows a kid who’s had to eat a lot of shit in life to provide for his family. The scars slowly open and get some sunlight.

Which brings us to season four. Jonathan is thousands of miles from Nancy and on his own. He’s smoking pot (good for him, he needs it) and, most importantly, has an actual friend. That he has actual conversations about his future and his past and his feelings with. Jonathan Byers is actually sharing his feelings with people. He’s opening up to someone other than Nancy. He’s literally progressing as a character. 

Jonathan is literally coming out of the shell that circumstance and Lonnie beat him into. He’s also freed of a huge amount of responsibility now that his mother has a good job and he’s not required to work to help pay the bills. So he gets stoned a lot. And again, good for him. This kid hasn’t had much of a childhood. He didn’t get to “act like teenagers” as Steve once put it, because he couldn’t. He had too much responsibility. 

But even as a stoner, he’s still not “regressing”. Dude applied to a community college and got into it. He’s gonna graduate high school. He’s welcomed Eleven into his family, considers her his “sister”. And before he does all that, he’s gonna get a little high as the season opens and ignore the looming responsibility. 

But he’s Jonathan Byers, so he can’t ignore it for long. He senses Will’s emotional turmoil brewing as the season opens. And eventually he acts on that turmoil, in a way that his brother desperately needed. It’s the picture of him and Nancy that spurs him on, essentially setting the Cali crew’s escape and eventual rescue of Eleven into motion. He’s pushed (yet again) into a position of leadership and responsibility and he takes it on. 

Yes, there’s still things with Nancy to work out because the show isn’t particularly well written and the writers wanna milk out the drama the triangle brings, but even then he’s seen facing the horror of what’s coming with the rest of his family, (the family that’s at the heart of the entire story) hand in hand with Nancy.

Jonathan HAS progressed as a character. It’s not really subtle at all. He’s becoming a more open and social person. Compared to where he started it’s a massive improvement. And it’s progress. It’s just not the obvious kind of Steve Harrington progress so it gets ignored and swept aside. Which is a shame. 

#stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #i just think he's a good dude that the fandom shits on for some reason #am i back on this hellsite? #maybe for a little while i guess

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

ok so Narcos update

I just finished S2 E4 like 5 minutes ago AND I AM IN SHAMBLES

I am in so much pain rn this stupid TV show has me feeling tight and clawing at my walls and two seconds from LOSING MY MIND

If you haven't watched Narcos yet like me, spoilers under the cut.

OK FIRST OF ALL

At the beginning when Steve was trying to catch that guy (I believe it was the Prisco brother) AND THEN HE LOST AND GOT SURROUNDED AND PEÑA JUST WENT "ALRIGHT GET IN THE CAR" i was like "damn Steve really had him so close but ok"

The shit with Maritza and Limón like :(((((

I knew I could trust Limón because he was good to her from the beginning but just omg the way she kept resisting and then she fed the info to the DEA and THEN...

CARRILLO. GUYS. CARRILLO. I LOVE (STILL DO) HIS CHARACTER, HOW EVERYONE FEARS HIM, HOW HE GETS TO LAUGH AROUND JAVI AND STEVE BUT HE'S STILL THE MOST BADASS GUY FR FR AND NO ONE QUESTIONS HIS AUTHORITY (except when he got exiled sure)

AND THE REPEATED LINES ABOUT BULLETS AND PABLO SHOWED NO FUCKING REMORSE (which is valid on his part) BUT IT STILL MAKES ME SAD

That scene was executed perfectly tho and that's what made it worse

OK OK OK AND THEN (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I'M NOT DONE)

The different reactions between Javi and Steve

Bc my boi Steve has been pent up about a LOT OF SHIT. Bro... That helicopter push event with Gato killed his soul... and then calling Connie but not having her around (or Olivia for that matter) and then the chase with the Prisco brother and THEN THE CHERRY ON TOP IS CARRILLO'S DEATH.

And it made me so so so sad that Steve Murphy boi just went and repressed everything AND DRANK HIS DAYS AWAY and finally cried it out to his wife (which confuses me too??? Why did she leave at the start of the season, only to come back so soon? She could've just- Stayed??? Huh?)

AND THEN JAVIER PEÑA

The guy who casually went and got the info outta Maritza, went out of base when they weren't supposed to, and spread the information that Pablo Escobar was getting targeted, thanks to Limón. AND THE SURVIVOR'S GUILT.

THE SURVIVOR'S GUILT AND THE BLAME THAT HE LIVED WHILE CARRILLO DIED. THAT HE SURGED THAT MAN TO HIS DEATH. And everyone telling him that it's not his fault just makes it so much worse and SOBS...

#ava rambles #narcos #s2 ep4 #spoilers #narcos spoilers #javier peña #steve murphy #horacio carrillo #i'm not crying you are (the tl;dr of this post) #i have a lot of feelings and have expressed them thusly #via the damn hellsite #SJSJSJSJSJS

[spaceofentropy]

I was reminded of the pure delight that is the work of @shitpostsampler, and got the thought that in a modern AU Dustin would absolutely be into tumblr and shitposting, and he would totally ask his mom to put her crafting skill to good use for a gag gift to a friend.

Claudia is not sure what this stuff exactly makes reference to, but she's a good, supportive mom, and she likes that Dustin seems interested in her cross stitching, so she goes along and embroiders a little, weird sampler for Erica's birthday.

And from there, it's a deluge of personalized cross stitched things, each pattern carefully chosen by Dustin, while Claudia takes care of the rest.

Did I decide which pattern Dustin woul pick for each kid, teen, and Hopper and Joyce, either as a nice gesture or a gentle jab at the people in his life? Yes I did, of course!

(All the links are to the shitpostsampler store where you can buy their patterns, 95% of 'em being sold at pay-what-you-want prices).

Hopper - When I was younger I didn't understand why "may you live in interesting times" was considered a curse in ancient Greece.

Joyce - You will be ok. You have no choice.

Robin - Choose people who choose you

Steve - Patience my ass. I'm gonna kill something

Billy - Guide 4 teens: Tell the cops nothing. The the paramedics everything. Ur eyebrows are fine.

Billy (after he and Steve have been together and out long enough that Dustin had to listen to Steve wax poetics about Billy's ass-ets one too many times) - Be a bad ass with a good ass

Max - BRB, going feral

Mike - Momma didn't raise a quitter but she did raise a fool and it turns out those two things are a terrible combination

Will - If it weren't for the limitations of my corporeal form, I would have killed God and rebirthed the world in love and kindness

The rest is gonna get in a reblog because tumblr is having a hissy fit with 10 links already, it won't save the post if I try to add more... 🤦‍♀️

#silly things #modern au #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #tumblr's working against me and my genius ideas #hellsite (affectionate) #(but with a bit of despair)

[illusion-reality-steve]

Welcome to how I choose to cope with the Twitter apocalypse: making more Steve Saga fan content instead of catching up with Rainbow Quest.

Inspired by the Twittypets and zzoupz’ Twitblr chronicles, I wanted to do a Steve Saga take on the Tumblr x Twitter lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers story. I call it the Hellsite Steves AU.

Keep reading if you’re actually interested in the lore of the AU.

This AU centers around two ambitious Blue Steves. While they lived happy lives among the Steves and found love in each other, they both aspired to create a safe haven where Steves could be fandom trash in peace. They managed to create that safe space; they called it Tumblr Town. One member of the duo renamed himself to Tumblr Steve, becoming the life force of the Town.

They made so many great memories and had so much fun in the Town. But as the years went by and Tumblr Town started dealing with more problems, the two Steves started to have disagreements. Tumblr Steve’s partner - pessimistic about the longevity of Tumblr Town -  took some time away and discovered a new area, and he saw the potential to create a new fandom space. He declared the land Twitter Town, renamed himself Twitter Steve, and broke up with Tumblr Steve. Twitter Steve took his loyal followers to Twitter Town and they started a new life there, assuming that Tumblr Town would eventually die off.

Tumblr Steve tried his best to lead Tumblr Town on his own. Eventually, through a lot of studying and reflecting, he became an Elder Blue, which darkened his color palette and gave him more power. It wasn’t enough to keep his Town strong, but it eventually led to a cultural renaissance that gave the Town new life. Twitter Town and Tumblr Town exchanged resources and words sometimes. But other than that, Twitter Steve kept Tumblr Town and his ex out of his mind.

That is, until one day, Twitter Steve was overthrown, and Twitter Town immediately fell into ruins. Imposters and hatred terrorized the Town. Some of its citizens were barred from entering the Town’s walls, when its protective barrier called the 2FA system started experiencing issues. Twitter Steve tried to reclaim his Town, but ended up getting exiled by the new leader. And with the Town falling apart, Twitter Steve started glitching out, since his life force was tied to the Town.

Twitter Steve tried to find a new home for him and his followers, but other kingdoms and towns didn’t meet their needs. Then, Twitter Steve had to swallow his pride and reach out to the place he never wanted to return to: Tumblr Town.

Tumblr Steve is full of mixed emotions when he sees his ex again, looking worse than before. They have both changed a lot; they feel like strangers to each other. Will Tumblr Steve welcome Twitter Steve back home? Or is it too late to repair their old relationship?

Gah, I spend way too long on this, and the sensible part of me regrets it. Sabre, if you find this, I am so sorry.

#my art #(i'm not signing my art this time) #(this AU will be the child I don't talk about at the Thanksgiving table) #steve saga #steve saga au #hellsite steves #hellsite steves au #tumblr steve #twitter steve

[all-that-jazz-93]

Holy shit dude, Peggy haters on this webbed site have the weirdest fucking takes

I mean honestly, talk about willfully ignoring canon to form your own (wrong) opinions about a character...

#it's mostly the hardcore stucky shippers tbh #like...ship whoever you want #i like stucky just fine as a ship but damn #you're gonna hate on peggy for no fucking reason? #peggy carter #agent carter #captain america #captain america: the first avenger #ca: tfa #like i've literally seen posts saying that peggy was a nazi collaborator #or that she was based on a nazi double agent from the comics and therefore mcu peggy was basically a nazi as well like ????? #i saw one post that claimed steve was indifferent towards her in tfa and i'm just.... #i'm sorry did we watch the same movie? #and the poster claimed the reason steve was 'indifferent' was so that marvel could have deniability about steve being in love with a 'nazi' #but ALSO so that real neo-nazis could believe that steve DID love a 'nazi' so that disney could make their money either way #like don't get me wrong disney sucks as a corporation #but i genuinely don't think they put that much thought into their writing of the steve/peggy relationship #tl;dr stucky stans on this hellsite act like fuckin twitter users in the levels of ridiculousness they reach at for their beloved ship #and it's fucking hilarious #also peggy carter supremacy and peggy haters can die mad about it idgaf

[musicalchaos07]

Truly I can't believe I saw the original Steve Harrington Handclap edit and now here we are

#I hate this hellsite #I don't #... the irony is not lost that I the jonathan warrior watched a steve edit and said yea ok I'll watch stranger things #... but it's SO important to me that you know I loved Nancy first #(and shipped jonathan and nancy since he pulled her out of that damn tree)

[faithinlouisfuture]

My FEARLESS one 🤍

“(Strong enough to get it wrong) in front of all these people” *dramatic hand gestures*

Crowd screams “Do you still remember feeling young?” *cutely nods & smiles*

“Give it up for the fookin’ band!”

Fearless band solo *👩🏽‍🍳💋*

LTWT22: Istanbul - Fearless

#ltwt22 #ltwt22: Istanbul #MY SHOW #louis tomlinson gifs #my ltwt22 content #mindofwalls #tomlinsonedits #louisprojectstracks #louisupdates #lfltracks #fearless #fearless guitar solo #michael blackwell #guitar god #steve durham #magic on the drums #fearless claps are not in this this because I wanted to be a part of them ☺️ #I literally attempted to upload this about 8 times #thank you hellsite

[pikaman-fan]

#tumblrtwt #manscaped #pikaman #ofmd au #vocaloid fanart #tumblr #tumblr ad #liminalcore #steve harrington #tumblr staff #what we do in the shadows #staff #vocaloid #hellsite #mikurin #tumblr ads #ads #pokemon #tumblr dot com #tumblr on twitter