#I’ve missed yall

[obsessive-evie]

jealous Kate headcanons

bc i’m obsessed

i don’t think she’s exactly possessive in general but here we are

would make sure YOU know who you belong to more than other people know

like would kinda be cocky abt it?? like if someone started hitting on you she’d let it happen sorta and be like, “stare all you want but at the end of the night it’ll be me who’s fucking her” type of vibes

but would kiss you stupid, breathless, desperate, rough, feverish, unafraid, never holding back, hair pulling, neck scratching type of kisses

if you got embarrassed she’d just make you look at her, not necessarily say anything but just make sure she sees all of your face and holds your eyes

her sweetness and gentleness would still come out, but the second she gets you alone there’s kisses trailing down your jaw, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, feeling her hot, sloppy wet kisses all over your body, everywhere, lower than your stomach, and above it.

she’d literally just kiss you until she’s decided you’ve understood what she’s feeling, like if you try to pull away she’d just follow and pull you closer, lots of spit and tongue

idk i just feel like she’d want to kiss you 24/7 anyways but especially so when she’s feeling jealous

seems like an arm around your shoulder type of girl, if not it’s loosely resting around your back and on your opposite hip (idk if that makes sense)

would be rational about it, until she’s more than a little tipsy, THEN clingy as fuck, not leaving you alone, lowkey glaring at anyone that made her jealous, kissing your neck every now and then, a horny (but quiet kind of horny) drunk in general

like she wouldn’t exactly drag you away but she’d just keep giving you those eyes and her hands would be under your shirt or barely dipping into your waistband

is a huge flirt and will act like yall aren’t dating just to flirt with you excessively

would talk abt it the morning after or just later, say she doesn’t get jealous (100% does), and that she knows you’re hers but it’s nice to let everyone know every once in a while. makes it VERY clear she loves and trusts you, she just likes kissing you (will not admit she’s a horny drunk)

[etherealjellyfishgirl]

Maverick losing her father (mys) made her absolutely miserable

she locked herself in her room for an hour

but of course vylad was there and comforted her

[hellsite-hungergames]

heyyyy guys I’m back from the void because I was mentally devastated by a certain pirate show

[cflight]

drags myself out onto the dashboard

[chloesimaginationthings]

omggggg your crying child is sooooo cuteeeeeee more of him pleaseeeee

I’m glad y’all liked his design! I hope to draw him, and the other ghost kids more

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[ricky-mortis]

So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?

It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.

The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.

[lunar-years]

People hating on maisie on her happy eras tour 15 second tik tok clip I need everyone to back the fuck away from her please and thank you :) like damn you people are miserable

[wyvernspirit]

Gem has opened the end portal, sent an army to fight and kill the ended dragon, infected nearly the entire server with the boogeyman curse, did the most red tasks in one episode, killed the remaining yellows with Pearl, Scar and BigB AND killed her OWN allies to gain a max of 58 HEARTS

Your honour she’s girlbossing

[dykesevika]

Sevika get behind me babygirl .I’ll defend you from everyone making fun of ur hair .

[clingylilhoneybee]

Return of the stuffie pile content?

[valcaine]

it’s been so long

[zappedbyzabka]

All photos (and a gif) of these karate men in one place

[stargirlrchive]

thinking so badly about dad bod!simon :( and just worshipping his tummy now that it’s softer and fuller

[kairithemang0]

I need someone to be the Holloway to my Wilbur and fight me in every universe and whoever wins dictates if the world turns to chaos or stays in order

[ask-shane]

Are you dead, my good pookie sir?

might as well be. fuck my stupid joja life.