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it's wild to me that people will insist that it's ok for you to take breaks from rp and for you to ship what you want and that you don't have to be chronically online bc they'll still be there! buuuuut then you take a break from rp or you pop online to post ooc a little or talk about a ship you like and the next thing you know, the same people who insisted that it's ok for you to put your mental health first have dropped you. so which is it? are you allowed to take breaks and have people not forget about you, or do you have to be online constantly so people won't leave you by the wayside?

and don't get me started on how stupid i think it is that people feel like in order for others not to drop them they have to kiss ass. you shouldn't have to shower someone in attention / compliments for them to want to be around you bc if they are like that, they aren't worth keeping around.

but all this to say: treat your rp partners good. don't be a fucking dickhead or alternatively, don't feel like you have to suck their toes in order for them to like you. if they're gonna stick around they will. but either way: the rpc needs to do better with not dropping someone like it's hot just bc they have to take mental health breaks or need to step away from his hellscape of a fandom for a bit.

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🔥🔥🔥 honestly i love these pls

ooo y'all are gonna hate me for this one, but i'll say it anyway: i don't really see the appeal of ste/ddie. and before you come for my throat, i say this bc the fandom has fuckin' fetishized it SO MUCH that it's hard for me to wrap my head around it. if people could write it without being GROSS, i'd be fine, but it's always written in some "pls daddy, i'll be a good little boy" way which is like- why??? and if that's your kink, cool, idc, but it's when shit like that is purposely written to fetishize m/lm ships that i have a problem with it.

it's also when those fetishy shippers demonize women like n/ancy and c/hrissy and post horrible shit about them in their tags that have me go 'yeah, ain't touching that'. or when they shit on other ships with s/teve and e/ddie bc that's just rude.

all this to say, i could ship it if it was written in a way that isn't fetishy or ooc bc truly, i could see the appeal if given enough effort and chemistry that isn't 'm/lm good. women bad. ooga ooga'.

and it isn't just ste/ddie. this could go for any m/lm ship in this fandom. i was just using them as an example. i love m/lm ships when they're written well and not in a "i'm a cis straight girl who think two men having sex is so hot" kinda way.

anyway, ship what you want. i respect you and your ship. i'm not trying to step on anyone's toes, i just want ships like ste/ddie to be written with respect, not fetishy, and not ooc, that's all, thanks.

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listen, maybe it's just me but idk why people think popularity is the pinnacle of the rp experience. who the FUCK cares if everyone loves you? who cares about having a million followers? shit sounds like it'd be overwhelming af to me, but time and time again, people will flock to a blog (typically one with a hot white male muse) and vie for their attention just bc said hot white male muse blog gets a lot of traction. that's lame. you should write with someone bc you like them, their muse, their writing, something- not bc they're "popular".

and i'll hit y'all with a cold, hard truth: tumblr popularity don't mean SHIT in the real world. if you tell the average joe that you're "popular" on tumblr, they'd look at you like "bitch idek what tf that is." it won't make you special in any capacity.

tumblr rp should be about having fun and enjoying the hobby of writing with people. and besides that, popularity on this hellsite ALWAYS comes with stupid ass drama and who has time for that?

but also- if you're someone who got popular then dropped your friends for the "popular" crowd (that will eventually fall apart bc that's how it goes) you're a loser. end of.

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🔥 I LOVE unpopular opinions. hit me

s/tancy and h/ellcheer are two very cute ships and i've found that the people who hate on them are typically c/is w/hite women who like to fetishize m/m ships and hate female characters who "get in the way" of their fave white males (no offense to the super chill, cool c/is w/hite women out there) and what's even scarier is to imagine them having children (lord forbid a daughter) bc if they have internalized misogyny THIS BAD i'd hate to see what they'd project onto their daughters. like imagine hating that your ship isn't canon so you feel the need to be vitriolic towards people who like s/tancy and h/ellcheer and the ships themselves lol.

but it's ok bc i can always take solace in knowing that it's canon that e/ddie and c/hrissy liked each other and that s/tancy is going to be endgame. 😌

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“What did you call me?”

          she  knows  exactly  what  she’s  doing,  eyes  fluttering  as  she  caresses  his  upper  arm  with  her  hand.  a  too  sweet  smile  forms  on  her  lips;  maybe  if  i  flirt  enough  i  can  get  what  i  want.  she  doesn’t  know  how  much  of  an  effect  she  still  has  on  steve  these  days,  however.

          “seriously,  steve,”  she  insists.  “ don’t  you  want  to  be  a  DOLL  and  help  a  girl  out ?  i  promise  it  won’t  take  more  than  maybe  five;  ten  minutes,  tops. ”

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“mhmmm, why hello there, nancy jean wheeler…”

          her  cheeks  flare  up  in  a  blush,  taking  a  moment  to  gawk  at  him  before  she’s  reaching  forward  to  give  his  shoulder  a  light  shove.  it’s  not  enough  to  do  any  real  damage  to  him,  but  she’s  embarrassed.  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  steve  discovered  her  full  name,  but  she’s  caught  the  brunt  of  so  many  ‘billie  jean’  jokes,  she  doesn’t  want  to  risk  anyone  overhearing  them.

          “ shh—! ”  she  shushes  him,  blue  eyes  wide.  “ keep  your  voice  down ! ”  the  expression  on  her  face  lets  him  know  she’s  serious.

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ok, so, smth that fucking KILLS ME is when people are like "lol my muse is bi!" and then ONLY ship with male muses whether their muse is a guy or girl. you aren't fuckin' slick. just say your male muse is gay / your female muse is straight. don't lump your muse in with the rest of us bisexuals, thanks.

and i don't mean like, your bi muse having a preference, because that's fine! i just mean like- when you claim to have a bi muse and then make them only "straight" or "gay" bc if that's what you think "bisexual" is you need to go educate yourself. and most of the time this shit is rooted in misogyny so it just pisses me off even more.

in short, don't be a pussy: make your muse gay or straight instead of using the bi label to look "cool" and "shippable" bc you look like a fuckin loser. alternatively, if you refuse to ship your bi muse with female muses ( bc that's almost ALWAYS how it goes ) just admit you hate women and move on.

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❛ there’s more to being king than having a crown. ❜

          it’s  a  bit  silly  these  days,  when  nancy  thinks  about  it,  that  she’d  been  so  enamored  by  the  thought  of  being  popular.  when  steve  had  shown  interest  in  her,  it’d  seemed  like  a  dream  come  true,  but  the  more  she  thought  about  it  now,  the  more  it  all  just  seemed  like  bullshit.  high  school  popularity  didn’t  mean  shit  once  you  got  out  in  the  real  world.

          “ try  telling  that  to  some  of  the  jocks  at  school, ”  nancy  mused,  sending  chrissy  a  knowing  look.

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smash or pass 👀

          “ gareth…  you  literally  punched  an  asshole  in  the  face  for  me…  i  think  anyone  who  would  do  that  deserves  a  smash. ”

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sender kisses receiver to reassure them.

          nancy  doesn’t  like  this.  she  doesn’t  like  the  idea  of  splitting  up—especially  not  after  everything  that’s  happened.  she  understands  why  it  has  to  happen  ( they’re  able  to  cover  more  ground  and  all  that )  but  she’d  much  rather  be  there  to  go  WITH  him.  though  she  knows  he  won’t  be  alone,  it’s  just  hard  to  see  him  go—she’s  already  grown  incredibly  attached  to  him  again.  she’d  always  cared  about  him;  never  stopped  caring,  but  now  that  they’d  managed  to  cross  the  boundaries  over  into  relationship  status  again,  well—things  were  different.

          “ i  don’t  like  this,  steve… ”  she  murmurs,  tone  laced  with  worry,  despite  his  reassurances.  she  walks  him  to  the  door  of  the  cabin,  converging  there.  she  can  feel  him  take  her  hands  in  his,  listening  to  him  explain  how  everything’ll  be  okay  and  how  he’ll  be  back  before  she  knows  it.

          begrudgingly,  she  accepts  this  ordeal—not  like  she  has  much  of  a  choice,  anyway—and  replies,  “ you  just  better  be  REALLY  careful,  okay ? ”

          his  promises  that  he  will  does  little  to  quell  the  worry  in  her  gut,  or  does  the  slightly  lingering  kiss  he  presses  to  her  lips  in  reassurance,  but  nevertheless,  she  accepts  it  and  kisses  him  back  while  she  can.

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“Your family loves you, you know that?”

          surely  this  is  a  cruel  joke.  there  has  to  be  some  sort  of  irony  to  go  along  with  those  words.  nancy  had  grown  up  in  a  household  DEVOID  of  love.  she  couldn’t  remember  ever  seeing  her  parents  show  much  affection  towards  each  other,  if  any,  as  a  kid,  and  she  certainly  had  never  been  able  to  form  a  bond  with  her  father.  sure,  her  relationship  with  her  mother  wasn’t  TERRIBLE  but  she  and  mike  had  grown  more  and  more  distant  over  the  years  and  the  THIRTEEN  YEAR  AGE  GAP  between  her  and  holly  made  bonding  even  harder  than  it  had  been  with  mike.

          maybe  her  family  did  love  her  in  some  weird,  fucked  up  way,  but  nancy  truly  couldn’t  feel  more  detached  from  them  all,  most  of  the  time.  she  wondered  how  much  more  it  would  change  when  she  finally  got  to  go  off  to  college.

          “ do  they ? ”  nancy  asks,  unable  to  keep  the  sarcasm  out  of  her  tone.  “ because  if  that’s  true,  i  couldn’t  tell. ”

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👌

send in ‘👌’ for a reason why my muse likes yours.

can nancy say it's bc of everything about him? no? okay fine- one of the reasons nancy likes steve is because he's attentive, and patient and kind to her. he's far more good to her than she feels like she deserves but she also loves him for it, even if she might struggle to put it into words.

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“I’ll kiss it all better.”

          eyes  shoot  up  from  the  gash  in  her  leg.  fucking  idiot  ass  robber  taking  her  by  surprise.  and  now  she’s  got  steve  trying  to  fret  over  her  like  either  of  them  owe  the  other  anything.  steve  could’ve  left  her  at  any  time,  and  yet,  he  insisted  upon  sticking  to  her  like  glue.  she  didn’t  know  if  it  was  better  or  worse  this  way,  but  she  knew  that  him  trying  to  dote  on  her  while  she  was  in  pain  wasn’t  helping  anything.

          she’d  already  wrapped  her  leg,  but  she  NEEDED  a  doctor—as  much  as  she  hated  to  have  to  spend  any  money  for  medical.  she  didn’t  trust  doctors;  never  had—but  she  also  wasn’t  too  keen  on  bleeding  out  either.

          steve’s  words  make  her  snort  a  little  too  loudly  and  she  rolls  her  eyes.“ i  don’t  think  i  need  KISSES  so  much  as  i  need  STITCHES,  lover  boy… ”  she  all  but  guffaws.  “ now  are  you  gonna  help  me  up  or  what ? ”

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You’ll see that you’re the only one for me

          she  already  knows.  it’s  clear  to  see  that  he’d  never  gotten  over  her;  that  try  as  he  might,  he  could  never  find  someone  to  fill  the  void  she’d  left  in  his  heart.  she  didn’t  know  if  she  should  feel  bad  or  relieved.  she  wanted  steve  to  be  HAPPY,  but  not  at  any  cost,  apparently.  the  more  she  acknowledges  the  sickly  sweet  thought  that  he  couldn’t  replace  her,  the  more  guilt  she  also  feels,  but  beneath  that,  there’s  a  sense  of  pride.  she’s  left  her  mark  on  him.  he’s  hers  forever,  for  better  or  worse.

          but  the  PRIDE  of  knowing  this  comes  from  also  knowing  that  SHE  wants  him,  too.  she  is  forever  marred  by  the  man  who  is  s/teve  h/arrington.  she  knows  the  thought  is  also  SELFISH,  but  if  he’ll  have  her  again,  after  everything,  she’ll  take  it.  she  doesn’t  want  anyone  else.  she  never  will.

          “ i  already  do, ”  she  tells  him,  quietly.  her  hands  reach  for  his  face;  fingertips  brushing  softly  over  his  beauty  marked  skin.  “ you’re  the  only  one  for  me,  too… ”  she  just  hates  that  it  took  her  this  long  to  admit  it  to  herself,  much  less  to  steve,  himself.

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[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving. [ but reverse 👀 ]

          nancy  is  far  more  smug  than  she  has  any  right  to  be.  though  it’s  hard  not  to  be  smug  when  she’d  swept  steve  away  from  t/ammy  t/hompson.  the  jealousy  had  been  too  much  to  ignore  and  she’d  gotten  him  to  come  with  her.  a  quickie  in  one  of  the  bathroom  stalls  simply  hadn’t  been  enough,  either.  nancy  is  still  on  a  high  while  they  ride  in  steve’s  car.

          she  keeps  stealing  glances  at  him  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  looking  away  every  time  she  can  feel  him  about  to  look  back.  a  no  good  smile  tugs  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  contemplates  on  whether  or  not  she  should  follow  through  with  the  thoughts  in  her  mind.  but  he  wouldn’t  mind,  would  he ?  surely  the  quickie  in  the  bathroom  wasn’t  enough  for  him  either…  couldn’t  hurt  to  test  the  waters,  right ?

          a  perfectly  manicured  hand  slowly  starts  to  creep  its  way  across  the  console  and  into  steve’s  lap.  she  can  feel  his  eyes  on  her  then,  but  she  doesn’t  look  back.  she  palms  at  his  groin,  any  little  noises  she  receives  from  him  as  a  result  are  music  to  her  ears  and  prompts  her  further.  he  always  did  make  the  prettiest  noises  when  they  were  together…  it’s  a  reminder  of  just  how  much  she’d  missed  them.

          she  touches  him  with  purpose,  listening  to  the  hisses  that  escape  him  but  she  doesn’t  finally  look  over  at  him  until  he  calls  out  her  name—a  way  of  saying,  ‘are  you  sure  about  this ?  i’m  driving,’—and  it’s  then  that  she  grins  simperingly  at  him,  eyes  alight  with  mischief.

          “ you  can’t  tell  me  that  our  little  tryst  in  the  bathroom  was  enough  for  you,  steve, ”  she  croons,  almost  dismissively.  “ you  did  the  right  thing  by  picking  me  over  tammy…  the  least  you  can  do  is  let  me  reward  you  for  that… ”  her  hand  slips  up,  away  from  the  forming  bulge  to  skillfully  pop  open  the  button  on  his  pants  and  slip  her  hand  inside  to  fully  touch  him.  “ but  if  you  really  don’t  want  this,  you  can  tell  me  to  stop…  but  i  promise  i  can  make  it  worth  your  while  if  you’ll  let  me… ”

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@vcnusians asked: ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ from chrissy!

          she  hates  how  heavily  the  thought  plagues  her  mind,  but  her  boyfriend—if  she  could  even  call  him  that—just  won’t  leave  her  brain.  she  wants  to  shove  all  thoughts  of  him  deep  down  into  the  recesses  of  her  brain  and  forget  about  him,  but  she  can’t.  every  time  she  thinks  she’s  successfully  distracted,  she  thinks  about  him.  it’s  driving  her  crazy,  and  chrissy  must  notice,  because  she  speaks,  pulling  nancy  out  of  her  thoughts.

          “ huh ? ”  she  asks  instinctively  as  the  question  registers.  a  blush  creeps  into  her  cheeks  as  she  dismissively  shrugs.  “ oh,  i—  it’s  nothing…  just…stupid  relationship  problems,  i  guess.  i  don’t  want  to  bother  you  with  them,  really. ”