#ELMO ON FIRE GIF 🔥🔥🔥🔥
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feralnumberfive · 17 days ago
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Refreshing tumblr and reading your latest posts as you go down the tua s4 train-wreck again has me feeling like the Elmo fire meme XD burn it down Pine 😤🔥
Hahaha, thanks! I'm having fun and losing my mind as I think about S4 again and just how poor it was. I've never been as frustrated about a season of a show (or a show in general) as I have been with TUA S4, but I'm glad I'm not alone!
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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 20 days ago
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@queenofmemes80 brilliantly captured the very tragic cautionary tale that is Meghan Markle
Are you tired of ordinary disasters that don't come with a personal PR twist?
Are you looking for someone to ELEVATE your tragedy into the spotlight of self promotion?
Meghan Markle is here to invade your personal space and turn your heartbreak into (her) headlines
It's not just disaster relief, it's disaster chic
Sound ON for commentary set to St Elmo's 🔥 Fire by Sparry's "father," David Foster
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in-flvx · 1 year ago
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🚩 Is secretly in my time zone because we’re always online at the same time.
🚩 Might be a character from Sesame Street (on fire 🔥).
🚩 Does more worldbuilding in a single fic than TRowling did in the first book.
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The elmo allegations are hard to overcome, and I think time may just bend to make sure we get to chat tbh. Also 🥺
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wildfirememes · 2 years ago
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St Elmo's fire 🔥aka the bratpack.
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classycoffeecat · 2 years ago
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IT'S HERE!!!
15x18 "Despair" script x
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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago
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finally taking care of Steve cuz he takes care of u and everyone all the time
GUESS WHO’S BACK WITH SOMETHING OUT OF LEFT FIELD HAHAHA thank you for this one nonnie 💕 something spicy beneath the cut 😏
🔥friday night fever!🔥
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Steve rambles when he’s stressed. 
Honestly, you find it endearing, how he just can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, his words jumping from one train of thought to another so quickly you have to backpedal mentally just to keep up. He talks with his hands, one on his hip and one in his hair, pushing nervously through the already wayward strands, gesticulating wildly as he fills you in on the latest crisis.
He was reluctant to tell you about the supernatural-goings-on he had found himself involved with in Hawkins, but when things got too close to home — a rogue demodog had literally burst into your house — it was Steve that came to your rescue, beating the thing off with a nail-studded baseball bat.
You’d been on a few dates with Steve The Hair Harrington already, but that was the final straw. Especially when he’d stayed with you afterwards, cleaned up the claw marks on your arm and spoke to you so calmly you could feel the stress and confusion melting off of you.
“But, you know Henderson,” he’s saying now, pacing the floor in front of your bed. You were supposed to be having a movie night — Family Video had finally got a copy of St. Elmo’s Fire and Steve had promised to watch it with you — but you made the mistake of asking how the gaggle of younger kids that followed him around were, then he got to talking, so you were listening, and that was…nearly forty minutes ago. “He doesn’t listen to me, ever. In one ear and out the other, I swear to god, and you know, now he’s a high school kid and there’s this guy, Eddie Munson—”
“Steve,” you call, trying to get him to break focus, but it doesn’t work.
“—he runs this thing called Hellfire Club? Like, should I be concerned for these kids? I don’t even know what D&D stands for and I just—”
“Steve,” you call louder this time, grabbing one of the pillows off your bed and launching it at him.
He lets out a low oomph as it connects with his shoulder, catching the thing and throwing it back at you. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” he asks, both hands on his hips now. He waves a hand, stepping towards you. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m just—”
“Worried about them,” you grin, reaching out a hand as he moves closer to the bed. “I don’t mind, Steve, you know I don’t. I think it’s sweet.”
He makes a face, lower lip jutting out as he flops onto the bed. You manoeuvre yourself quickly, curling your fingers around his wrist and then pulling him towards you, his head in your lap. It fits into the crooks of your knees, and you sift his hair through your knuckles. His eyes flutter shut, and your other hand sprawls on his chest, the fabric of his crewneck warm and soft against your palm. “I just feel like I can’t keep up with it sometimes, you know? But someone’s gotta look out for these kids, take care of them.” Slowly, you lean down, kiss his mouth softly. When you pull back, there’s an easy smile on his face. “Take care of you.”
You sigh, rubbing your hand across his chest. “And who takes care of you then, hmm?” you ask. “You can’t do it all on your own, Harrington.” Your hand moves lower, trailing over his stomach. You pause when you reach his belt. “Can I?”
“Huh?” he breathes out, voice already blissed-out, and when you tilt your head to look at him, his pupils are blown, lips parted as he looks back at you.
“Let me take care of you, Steve.”
“You don’t have to do that, babe.”
“I know I don’t,” you counter, “but I want to.”
He flushes. “O-okay.”
You’re not entirely sure what switch you’ve managed to flip, but he goes pliant in your hands, completely relaxing into your grip. His thighs jump when your hand roves lower, palm skirting over where he’s starting to strain against the zipper of his jeans. Steve groans into your mouth when you kiss him again, pulling your leg from beneath his head, adjusting yourself so you can lean over him. You twine your hand in his hair again, using it as leverage to tilt his head back, baring his throat to you. You lick along his pulse, paying close attention to each freckle dotting his skin.
You hit a ticklish spot, and the way he flinches and wheezes a laugh has you both giggling, but it turns back to moans and a soft almost-whimper as you start to make your way down his body. The hem of his crewneck lifts easily, his hips lifting in the air when you drag your mouth along his stomach, nosing through the soft hair that leads below his belt. He’s got one hand in your hair, one fisted ink your sheets, and you can feel him watching as you fumble with his buckle and the button on his jeans.
“Babe,” he breathes out, air shuddering out of him when your mouth moves against the hard outline of him through his briefs. “Jesus Christ.”
“No, just me,” you tease, winking at him when he stares down at you, smile tugging at his lips. You hold his gaze, one hand moving to curl in the elastic of his briefs, tugging down slowly. Those full lips of his part slowly, eyes glued to you as his cock springs free, and you waste no time dragging your tongue up the length of him.
He’s a perfect combination of lax and taut under you. The room fills with his sounds, carefree and drenched with pleasure. “Oh my god,” he croons, one knee bending, foot sliding along your spine. It spurs you on, sucking him down, gripping the base of him just tight enough. Both his hands are in your hair now, and your eyes are still locked, watching the way his mouth forms a perfect o when the tip of him hits the back of your throat. It makes tears spring in your eyes, but you power through. 
Steve shouts your name as he cums, his entire body twitching and spamming with the force of it, and you take it all in stride, swallowing everything he has to give. You’re still watching his face, pulling off him with a quiet pop before licking your lips and shuffling back up his body. He grabs hold of you instantly, crushing you to his chest, rolling you slightly. He kisses you rough, unperturbed by the taste of himself on your tongue. “Mmm,” he grumbles, and you can feel the sound rumble through his chest. “I should let you take care of me more often.”
“Yes, you really should,” you quip, smiling against his lips. He lets on hand drop low, riding the curve of your hip and teasing along the waist of your leggings.
Steve nips at your bottom lip. “Now, let me return the favour?”
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Está viva? Is she alive?
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The elmo will be on fire 🔥 when she decides to post something else 🤭
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