#but the the that's just the shit with Steven

[barblaz-arts]

First things first, I love your art!!

I was wandering through tumblr to see if there's any great chaggie fanart, but here it is! ❤️

I really love how healthy and supportive their relationship is, and I hope we get to have more chaggie screen time in Season 2(waiting for the "get it" moment lol)

What kind of Chaggie moment do you hope yo see in season 2??

I hope you'll get to post more chaggie art in future! Love your art, keep up the great work!! ✨️

Also, love from Korea~

Thanks!

Oh man, there's a lot I wanna see

- a chaggie duet that isn't a reprise. More than Anything was a good place to start, but it was wayyy too short. One of the things I love about Hazbin is that we get to have canon gay duets sung by talented broadway stars. The only musical wlw duet I know of is "Take or Leave Me" which is so so good, but it's a break up song. Steven Universe only has the one song with Rupphire, but Im not a big big fan of it, especially since Ruby's VA isnt really a singer(which is fine!). I want more gay duets that are declarations/affirmations of love and I'm sure chaggie will deliver.

-I also want Charlie to get to have a turn at singing about Vaggie like Vaggie did. I mean, we're for sure getting that bcuz of the "sexy pop song" but I also want Charlie to sing a ballad about Vaggie. If the teaser that we saw where the voice actors for Charlie and Baxter(?) sing some modified lyrics of Carnilla and Vaggie's "Whatever It Takes" means they're going to reprise it, then I really really hope that's the case. If this is just them having fun, im gonna be so disappointed lmao

While I still stand by my many previous statements that claims of Charlie and Vaggie lacking the display necessary to be considered a couple is ridiculous, a flaw I did notice is the fact that we dont get to see Charlie show how much she loves Vaggie all that much, which I think isn't the writers' oversight and more of a deliberate obstacle that they'd be facing in the upcoming seasons. I get it! Charlie's got a lot of shit going on, but she needs to be able to balance her work and relationships if she doesn't want to lose either her dream or her girl or both! Like, you know that trope where the workaholic gets so absorbed in their work that they end up unintentionally neglecting their lover, and when they do realize that they've fucked up, they do their best to make up for it in any way they can? I want that. I want Charlie's turn to apologize to Vaggie for fucking something up.

And idk how likely this is, but I think a really good opportunity to do that is to have Velvette come in and make Charlie jealous. If you didn't see my previous posts about it, I just noticed that the Vees all have these twisted love for a Hazbin close to Charlie that they also sorta parallel. Vox has an obsessive hate boner for Alastor, and they're both demons related to entertainment media. Valentino is Angel's abusive situationship, and they're both big names in the porn industry. All we have left is Velvette, who is the "backbone" of the Vees and seems to be the brains of the team, and the closest equivalent to that is Vaggie who is the manager of the Hotel and Keeper of their Braincell. Plus if Vaggie having died in the 2010s and Charlie being 200+ yrs old is still canon, Velvette can gloat about the fact that she's around Vaggie's age and is younger and fresher than granny Morningstar. You cant tell me that isn't something she'd do, since that was like the thing she kept throwing in the other Overlords' faces.

- Charlie hasnt turned demon mode for Vaggie yet, and I really want that. I dont just want what we got in the final episode where Charlie's glaring at Lute while she's holding Vaggie. Yeah ok that was pretty great but I want more! I want hellfire! I want claws! I want the feral, scrappy Charlie from the pilot pretty please!

- I want Vaggie and Lucifer bonding over Charlie. I dont think Lucifer and Charlie's relationship is completely "fixed" after the one duet they had, and I'm really hoping Vaggie gets to have a part in mending their relationship by having her interact with Lucifer. I also really want the narrative to explicitly acknowledge all the parallels Lucilith have with Chaggie

- I promise this isn't just the horny speaking, but I really hope Erika saying that "Charlie and Vaggie can get it, and we might see them do so" really means we're getting an explicit Chaggie sex scene. Hear me out! So far in season 1, the only explicitly r-rated scene we have is the fucked up one with Valentino and Angel. It would be really great if the next r-rated scene is one that is done out of love, and what better way to do it than with the protags in a canon relationship? It would show that sex isn't inherently a bad thing, and that Charlie clearly doesnt believe that either

- i really want more flashbacks about Charlie and Vaggie before they got together. I wanna see Charlie when she still hopelessly crushed on the stranger she saved in the streets. I wanna see how Vaggie reacted to the fact that she's an angel falling in love with Hell's princess. At the very least, they really should consider publishing comics that could add to the lore that the budgeted run time cant cover.

[herioclizard]

Request from @ma1egamer for a Moon Knight reader

Mel: "Are you--an angel?"

Y/N: "Yeah, sure, whatever...you got any ketamine?"

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[Y/N heads down into Zaun while shouting]

Y/N: "I know you're here, Silco you, big fucking nerd. Where's my goddamn money?"

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[Jinx lands down from the rafters as Y/N stands there with his arms crossed in his Moon Knight atire]

Jinx: "Y/N."

Y/N: "The answer is no."

Jinx: "I--I haven't even asked you yet."

Y/N: "I'm busy, Jinx."

Jinx: "Egyptian stuff, right? I bet it's Egyptian stuff. Mummies, pharaohs, scrab armies...?"

[Y/N sighs]

Y/N: "Not everything I do is Egyptian stuff."

Jinx: "Okay, okay. But what if...I were to help you become, I don't know, less busy? Than would you hear me out?"

[Y/N sighs yet again]

Y/N: "Sure, let's get this over with."

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Caitliyn: "It's over, Moon Knight! I have the high ground!"

Y/N: "You underestimate my ketamine intake!"

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[Y/N breathes heavily and then turns to Warwick]

Y/N: "You need a hobby."

WARWICK: "I HAVE A HOBB-"

Y/N: "Listening to Power Wolf, isn't a hobby."

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Vi: "Hey, Y/N, I-"

Jake: "I'm Jake."

Vi: "Jake, listen-"

Steven: "Oops, sorry lad, Steven now."

Vi: "Okay, Steven--"

Y/N: "Oh, Y/N again."

Vi: "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!"

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Khonsu: "My son, what did you do?! I said kill Mephisto, not Viktor."

Y/N: "Ah shit. Jayce is gonna kill eleven times a day now. When should I tell him?"

Khonsu: "....give it one more day."

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Heimerdinger: "I could use your...creditable advice on some Council related matters."

Y/N: "Mhm...I don't give out secrets to the vigilante trade to just about any-"

Heimerdinger: "It's actually about war crimes."

[Y/N's eyes immediately light up]

Y/N: "Get me a pencil and paper I could fill you a fuckin' book. Grab some ketamine too cause we're gonna be here all night, you little furry."

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Y/N: "I am...the Silver Surfer. Hand over your wallet and your ketamine or Runaterra is doomed."

Ekko: "Fuck off, Moon Knight. I'm not falling for that one again."

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Sevika: "Kill that guy over there."

Y/N: "Yes, I...shut the fuck up, Khonsu, she just told me!"

[fkinkindagauche]

The Dog Ate Your Letter

This one is my final fill for my Twelve Days of Christmas Mini-Event card for @steddiebingo, for the prompt "letters".

Rating: Explicit | WC: 5,308 | Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, AU - No Upside Down, AU - Different First Meeting, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Getting Together | CW: discrimination based on sexual orientation, including being fired and disowned; forced coming out mentioned in the past

Full fic on AO3 // Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Eddie hadn't meant to open one of his hot neighbor's letters. He really hadn't. He'd just assumed that all the letters he'd grabbed from his mail slot had been for him. A pretty reasonable assumption, really.

He tore into several bills with increasingly angry overdue notices on them, then ripped open the letter. It was typed on letterhead for a law firm, Harrington, Hagan, and Sons. His stomach fell. What was he in trouble for now? He thought he'd been pretty well-behaved lately.

He scanned the letter quickly, confusion replacing his apprehension. Phrases popped out at him - "homosexual", "terminated", "no son of ours", "disinherited". He was being fired and disinherited for his homosexual tendencies? But his boss at the record store already knew he was gay, and he sure as shit wasn't getting an inheritance from Al.

Eddie dropped the letter as realization dawned. It wasn't for him. Shit. He scrambled to pick up the envelope, flipping it over. "Steven Harrington, Apt 43B". Shit shit shit.

Steve. The hot guy next door. Who Eddie now knew was gay, and in the process of being fired and disinherited.

Eddie could be normal about this. He totally could. He could put the letter back in the envelope, somehow make it look like it hadn't been torn open, then act exactly the same as he always did around Steve (like an awkward mess with a crush).

Fuck, there was no way he could be normal about this.

He tried to go through the first step at least. Unfortunately, he'd really mangled the envelope. He loved the feeling of ripping an envelope open, had never understood people who were all dainty about it with letter-openers and shit.

He grabbed some tape and started attempting to put the envelope back together. It looked like a bit of a Frankenstein's Monster of envelopes when he was finished. Not particularly convincing.

Maybe he could write some sort of note on it, pretend it was from the mailman, saying he'd been attacked by a dog while doing his mail rounds and the dog had torn into Steve's letter. Yeah, that could work.

Eddie hastily scrawled a note in the corner of the envelope in what he envisioned to be mailman handwriting. "Was attacked by dog. Sorry about your letter. - Mailman"

Eddie nodded to himself, satisfied with his subterfuge. He'd just shove this in Steve's mail slot and pretend he had no idea Steve was one of the gays.

He glanced up at the clock. It was only 2pm, and it was Thursday. Steve never got home from work until 6pm at the earliest. Not that Eddie had been keeping track of Steve's schedule or anything.

Eddie walked back down to the foyer of the apartment building, stepping into the little mail room. The letter got stuck while he was shoving it into Steve's slot. He pulled it back out, flattened it, and tried again. He heard the door open behind him, and turned to see Steve fucking Harrington. Shit.

In retrospect, given that the letter was a termination notice, Eddie should maybe have expected that Steve wouldn't be keeping to his normal work hours. But this was just… a brutally unfair coincidence.

"Munson?" Steve asked, confused. "Why are you putting something in my mail?"

Eddie froze, eyes darting from side to side. Maybe he should just shove the letter in his mouth and eat it. He raised it to his mouth, moving on autopilot.

"What the hell happened to that letter?" Steve grabbed the mess of an envelope out of Eddie's hand before it could reach his mouth. He frowned at the envelope, looking at the return address and the hastily written "mailman's" note.

"A dog ate the letter?" Steve asked, eyebrows raised.

"Shit, man, I'm sorry," Eddie said, finally regaining the power of speech. "It was in my mailbox and I didn't even look at the envelope before I tore it open. But I didn't see shit, I swear!"

Steve's eyes narrowed. "Sure seems like you saw something. Why else would you be so squirrely?"

"It's just my natural state of being," Eddie protested weakly.

"Uh huh." Steve didn't look convinced. "Judging by the return address I can guess at the contents of the letter." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd appreciate if you'd keep all of that between us."

"Oh, absolutely," Eddie immediately blurted. "I mean, not that I saw anything. But if I did, I wouldn't tell a soul."

"Alright." Steve looked very uncomfortable. Eddie wished he could make Steve feel more at ease by telling him that Eddie was himself gayer than Boy George, but that would be admitting he'd read the letter. "Well, see you around."

He exited the mailroom with his mauled letter in hand.

Eddie really did try to be normal about it after that. Well, sort of. He knew he wouldn't be able to be normal, so he just… avoided Steve. It was much harder now, with Steve not working.

Eddie got very good at listening for signs of life in the apartment next door. He was helped by the outrageously thin walls in the complex. Also by Steve's tendency to leave the TV on any time he was home.

Eddie couldn't help when he had to go to work, unfortunately, which resulted in a few close calls necessitating him using the stairwell at the opposite end of their hallway to avoid crossing paths with Steve.

Eddie only ever checked his mail now if he was absolutely sure Steve was firmly ensconced in his apartment. He would be able to hear someone coming down the stairs from inside the building and sneak out of the mailroom in time to avoid them, but he wouldn't have time if someone came in from outside. His plan worked for a few weeks, until it failed miserably.

One afternoon, he confirmed Steve's presence next door by the hum of Steve's TV in the background. Eddie left his apartment silently and crept downstairs. Just as he was pulling the mail from his box, the front door opened and Steve walked into the building.

Eddie dropped all the envelopes he was holding. They scattered everywhere, precluding a hasty exit. He also yelped, "But you were in your apartment!" before he could stop himself.

Steve looked very confused. He also looked like shit. Deep circles under his eyes, face more gaunt than it had been just a few weeks before. He'd always looked so vibrant and energetic. The change was jarring.

"How would you know if I was in my apartment?" Steve asked.

Eddie blushed. "The TV. I could hear the TV."

"Oh. Sorry. I left it on when I went to get some milk. Does it bother you?" He looked nervous, like he was expecting Eddie to be upset with him about something.

"No!" Eddie insisted. "Just - surprised to see you coming in from outside, is all."

Steve bent to pick up some of the envelopes Eddie had dropped, which Eddie had made no move to retrieve. Eddie bent as well, going a little too fast and thunking his forehead against Steve's.

"ShitfuckOW!" Eddie yelled, holding a hand to his throbbing forehead.

"Sorry," Steve mumbled, rubbing his own forehead.

"Why are you sorry? I ran into you."This dude was really into apologizing. Eddie grabbed his mail from the ground, crinkling a bunch of it in the process. Hopefully it wasn't anything important.

He looked up once he'd collected it all. Steve's face was right in front of his own. This close, Steve looked even worse. Eddie knew what bone-deep exhaustion looked like, he'd seen it enough times on Wayne and the other guys who had to work overtime at the factory. Steve was definitely there.

"You okay, man?" Eddie asked.

Tears welled in Steve's eyes at the question, but he looked away and stood up quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine." He left the mailroom without saying anything else. Eddie was still squatting on the ground clutching his mail to his chest, floored by the change in Steve.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about Steve over the next few days. For once, it wasn't in his typical pathetic-crush way. He was worried about Steve, but he didn't know what to do about it. He wasn't supposed to know that Steve had just been fired and disinherited, and he especially wasn't supposed to know that Steve was queer.

Eddie had always had a thing for helping outcasts. Back in high school, he'd refused to let any outcast go it alone, inviting them all into his group of freaks. Steve was a brand new outcast, freshly demoted from the ranks of society's chosen ones. Those were the outcasts that often needed the most help, in Eddie's experience.

Steve didn't seem to have any help to get through this. He barely left his apartment, and Eddie hadn't heard anyone come over to visit him. Eddie only had to waffle for a few days before his better nature won out. He needed to talk to Steve and make sure he was okay. If Steve told him to get lost, at least Eddie would know he'd tried.

Eddie came home from work on Thursday to hear the sound of Steve's TV going in the apartment next door. Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked on Steve's door.

He waited for almost a minute, considering that Steve might have gone out for milk again and not even be there. He knocked again, a little louder, and finally heard movement.

A very rumpled-looking Steve answered the door. His eyebrows shot up when he saw Eddie.

"Uh, hi," Eddie said awkwardly. He'd really only gotten to the point of knocking on Steve's door in his head, hadn't planned out what he was going to say.

"Hi," Steve replied. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he'd been crying recently. He looked even thinner than when Eddie had seen him just a few days ago. That realization gave Eddie his inspiration for what to say next.

"I'm ordering Chinese for dinner. You wanna join me?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked suspicious, like he thought this might be a trap. Eddie needed to bite the bullet and make him feel more comfortable. He took a deep breath.

"Look, Steve," Eddie began. "I just wanted you to know, apropos of nothing, that I'm gay, and I'm here to help or listen or whatever, if you ever need it. This offer for Chinese is really just an offer for Chinese. I'm not gonna, like, beat you up or something."

Steve's eyes widened. "O-okay. Yeah. I guess I am pretty hungry."

No shit, Eddie thought to himself, taking in Steve's emaciated appearance. 

Steve looked down at himself. He was wearing sweats and a very wrinkled T-shirt for some sports team. “Just let me change,” he said. 

“You really don’t need to, no dress code for my apartment,” Eddie said with a smile. 

“Alright,” Steve agreed with a shrug. He grabbed a set of keys from his side table and slid his feet into a pair of battered sneakers, shutting his apartment door behind him.

Eddie panicked as soon as they walked into his own apartment. It was, as usual, a fucking mess. He really hadn’t thought this through. 

“Uh, sorry about the mess,” he said, hastily grabbing a bunch of dirty clothes strewn about the couch and chucking them down the hall towards his bedroom. “Can’t say I’m great at housekeeping.”

Steve smiled, thawing a little. “That’s alright. I don’t mind.” 

Eddie called in an order to the Chinese place that was just down the block. They delivered if you lived close enough. 

Steve settled on his couch, holding himself awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure if it was safe to relax. “You drink beer?” Eddie asked as he walked toward the kitchen. “I also have Mountain Dew. And… well, that’s it. Tap water, I guess.” He frowned at his nearly empty fridge. 

“A beer sounds nice,” Steve replied. 

Eddie grabbed them each a beer and walked back into the living room, sitting next to Steve, but not too close. 

Steve immediately started asking Eddie questions about himself. It was a very thinly veiled attempt to steer the topic of conversation away from himself, but Eddie didn’t mind. He just wanted Steve to be comfortable.

He’d already told Steve what felt like the majority of his life story by the time the food arrived. The food gave Eddie a little bit of a respite, since Steve was too busy inhaling his chow mein to ask any more questions. 

Eddie asked a couple of innocuous questions about Steve after they finished eating, just about where he was from and where he’d gone to school. He avoided anything about Steve’s job or family or relationships, sensing those topics would all be too much for Steve right now. 

“Thanks for this,” Steve said when the conversation lulled. 

“Thank you, for the company,” Eddie replied with a smile. 

Steve left looking a little less despondent than when he’d arrived, which Eddie counted as a win.

Continue on AO3.

Other Twelve Days of Christmas Prompt Fills:

A Golden Opportunity - threesome, elf

The Indiana Lakers - make up sex

A Naughty Lullaby - mpreg, morning sex

White and Rare and Full of All Kinds of Rage - chill, frost, travel - WARNING NON-CON

Possibly Maybe - cookies, meet cute, candy canes

[hyacinthstars]

the marauders as sufjan stevens song bc I love sufjan stevens and i love the marauders so I'm mashing them together:

james

all of me wants all of you is him to regulus black i said what I said

and then at the end, when the lyrics say "now all of me thinks less of you," is him to regulus after he got the mark

no shade in the shadow of the cross, the entire song is him, especially the "fuck me, I'm falling apart" lyric.

sirius

John wayne gacy jr and i stand by this

"the neighbours they adored him"

the marauders to Sirius before the prank if yall get me

"and in my best behaviour, I'm really just like him." sirius after the prank??? that's exactly how he would think.

also, i see him as Eugene as well, him to Remus after the prank

remus

the only thing is him after the prank

id pick a lyric but the entire song just encapsulates how I think he would feel after it.

regulus- i have a list for him bc he's me and I am him:

should have known better-

"i should've wrote a letter explaining what i feel."?????

in a canon divergent au "my brother had a daughter, the beauty that she brings..."???

blue bucket of gold:

him to Sirius after everything goes to shit basically

mystery of love, that doesn't need to be explained i fear

pandora

this is going to be an unpopular opinion, but fourth of July is her to regulus after regulus dies.

"and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right." pandora to regulus after she sees the dark mark and decides she can't be friends with him anymore.

I'm going to make a part two with the fem characters!!

[thewoollyviking]

Idk, you might be right. I don’t think for a minute that this really mean spirited attitude towards Rose was at all deliberate. But all the same, leaving Rose like that before the end of the series definitely feels like it’s saying “everyone will be better off if they just stopped thinking about Rose” and alone ruins Future for me.

I cannot rewatch it because it just makes my blood boil that they just left Rose off like that. Isolated. Alone. Left someplace only Steven can access and we both know he ain’t coming back to get her.

I get him being angry at the Diamonds. I’m glad he’s angry at the Diamonds. I’d argue he could stand to be a little more angry at the Diamonds.

But like… Steven’s empathy for Rose near the end of season 5 seemed to completely disappear.

Steven realized perfectly well WHY Rose left. I think he’d have enough context clues and emotional intelligence to put together that her “leaving her family” the second time wasn’t her abandoning them. She chose to end her life by having him because even after everything, she believed every awful thing White and the other Diamonds said about her.

If I was Steven, I wouldn’t be angry at Rose, I’d be sad for her.

Rose messed up, tried to do right, saved the Earth, but never once felt she was worthy of love or could confide in anyone. And she died feeling that way.

And especially knowing how alike she was to him as he noted on Homeworld, that would bum me out. Like her personal fuck ups like with Bismuth or Pearl are still on her and all, but looking at her story broadly, she clearly made mistakes Steven was able to avoid by virtue of having a significantly less shitty family than Rose did.

So Steven feeling the way he does about Rose just makes him come off as an insensitive, mean spirited little shit.

Also I could not possibly bring myself to care about Spinel for other reasons. I do not like her character and it’s so clear that she felt shoehorned into Rose’s backstory.

Random thought, but do you guys think that Rose, if she could see the way the diamonds responded to losing her – Blue being in such misery and unable to move on several millennia later, Yellow wanting to destroy everything that reminds her of their missing diamond because it hurts so much to think of her and she can’t bear to feel, and White locking herself in her head to never interact with anyone face to face when she presumably appeared in person for discussions with the other diamonds and events – that she’d feel any way about that?

I know(though in a much less extreme sense) what it’s like to feel unloved by your family, when their idea of what’s best for you is heavily dependent on you being on your best behavior. Rose seems to have had a tendency to not realize people were hurt until it was too late, but she cared. Would she realize how much she meant to the other diamonds? Would she cry for the relationship she left behind, even knowing it was unhealthy?

[dameronalone]

The post you just reblogged about infantilizing autistic characters and specifically Steven Grant is actually one of my favorite things ever and I wished people talked about it more. I remember watching MK when it first came out and seeing Steven and being like omg he’s just like me!! because a lot of the times I don’t really connect with autistic characters for one reason or another but seeing Steven and seeing him have the same mannerisms and characteristics as me was so so wonderful and the fandom was great at first and it seems like the more time passes and the farther we get from when the show stopped having new episodes, he gets characterized so differently than how he was in the show. Like yeah he was awkward and unsure around Layla but also look at the circumstances!! Everyone’s turned him into an uwu baby child and forget that he got angry and he was smart and he was brave and he was an adult man and not a child regardless of him being autistic. Idk, I just really liked that post and I was so glad to see someone on the same page as me and I wanted to share my thoughts lmao

dearest anon you are more than welcome to come in my inbox and talk abt Steven, autism, and how irritating fandom ableism is, because I'm always ready to talk about any of it. I'm glad that you felt seen by my frustration! a lot of times I'll mention it or even post about it and it's like yelling into the void

I think the wonderful thing about Steven is that he feels so authentically autistic, him and Marc both (and im assuming Jake as well, but it's just too soon to tell in which ways he will experience/be visibly autistic) and I think that's both the uprising and the downfall of it because in not using the word "autistic" in the show it paves the way both for genuine connection AND the surface level ableist "aw steven" mentality we see a lot now

i was watching the first two episodes the other day, mostly because I'm rewatching for Steven- an aside, but fandom had honestly put me off Steven. ofc I loved him so much but I couldn't truly connect because the (imho) accurate Steven that I liked to think about and analyze is NOT the Steven we see in 98% of fanfiction or tumblr posts. but anyway I was watching the first two episodes and I gotta say, for as much nervous stuttering as he does in fanfiction, he really- listen I think he does a reasonable amount of nervous stuttering when he is IN truly stressful situations that have him completely off kilter.

you can't really script your way out of a conversation with a creepy guy trying to tell you abt his lord and savior ammit the croc

anyway. all this to say, I completely understand where you're coming from and I'm really glad you felt seen in my own frustration. it's always validating to see someone else verbalizing a deep rooted but glossed over issue that bothers you

just!! reiterating your point!! he's knowledgeable!!! he's angry!!! he's incredibly brave!!!! he's not afraid to stand up to Marc or khonshu or harrow or anybody!!!! he's an adult man with a job and a place to live!!! that doesn't make him any better or worse than someone who may not have a job BUT people just love to turn autistic ppl into helpless little uwu babies and its SO obnoxious and irritating and insulting. he IS capable!! Steven is SASSY he is a BITCH he fantasizes about killing his boss!!!!! he bargined the world for marc (and his) freedom!!!! hello?????

steven would not like the majority of the people who claim to like him..

at any rate lmao. my inbox is always open!! happy to talk ��

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[mizie-izie]

oh man guys oh man. are you guys seeing this?? do you guys see some kind of pattern here???

[yellowocaballero]

Cont:

It is ultimately scary to care about others, which is why Jake is the only person who can do it. Marc "Mails Divorce Papers" Spector and Steven "Designed In A Lab To Be The Perfect Husband" Grant certainly aren't capable. Jake does the scary shit. Of course he's the one with friends. What's scarier?

I honestly had a ton of fun exploring that in 'Listen To Your Heart', and that one took a sideways look at Jake's need to protect. Rather, it was a need to look infallible. It's protecting himself, on at least three different levels. Jake was Marc's superhero, and he needed to be Layla's superhero too. If he wasn't Jake (TM), the whole masc superhero package, then they can't feel safe and in-control. If he wasn't an avenger, he was just an insane indentured killer, and an insane indentured killer can't have the domestic life he wants so desperately. Layla bought into the act because she wanted to, because it was how she justified Jake's behavior and her own, because it reinforced her romanticization of the whole situation, and because it let her ignore a shitton of red flags. It's a whole dysfunctional mess that builds up for years before it blows up and you get the giant mess that was that story.

Lots of fun. Also I feel kind of insane for watching MK and going, 'Wow everything about Steven is hyper-oriented to be palatable to Layla specifically' and seeing nobody else ever talking about that. That's insane. It has so many implications. For a while I honestly thought that even Steven's Ancient Egypt special interest was partly lifted from Layla's 'job' (Is there even anything in canon that outright contradicts that?). Guy who can only feel safe if he feels like he's not capable of hurting anyone. Guy who can only feel safe if he feels like he can hurt people with no remorse. Guy who thinks that only a version of himself who's never killed anybody is lovable. Guy who represses his need for repression. A lot of the stuff I was exploring with Jake came about naturally as the opposite of the Marc -> Steven mess.

It's very funny how the readers of those stories tended to really love Steven, Jake, and Layla, and HATE Marc lmfao! But that's the point, isn't it?

Hey just wanted to share I really love your moon knight fics. I've read them multiple times. I think jake's desire for attention and time and friends but fear and the exhaustion he gets from 'too much' of it was so so interesting to read, and need to protect (& hide that he needs to be protected to) was so cool to read throughout your stories. Thanks for sharing! Hope you have a good day.

Thanks! This is a cool comment. Also leaves me feeling personally called out, because I'm the same way lmfao. Sometimes you think you're writing a guy who's the exact opposite of you, but when you step back you see that you have way more in common then you would like. Sad. (I think, out of my fics, the only character I've ever written fully going 'yeah this is me fr' is Space Cadet Melanie. Make of that what you will)

In the 'best life' continuity, Jake having friends is actually really important. Jake is a bait-and-switch as a character, where he's introduced through Marc's POV as the Serial Killer Alter and is only gradually cracked open to reveal the alter who wants to live. I don't actually think Steven wants to live that badly, and Marc certainly doesn't. It's something only Jake could do, and that's why his friends are so important. Friends, our organizations, our obligations - that's a powerful force that tethers us to life. But that's scary too, because it blocks off the escape button of suicide. Knowing that you have to stay alive for people is scary, and even Jake would reject it from that fear.

Gotta go, plane boarding.

[random-lil-illing]

i had a vision,,, asexual dps fans what do we think

[daweyt]

Wallace Stevens, from “The Collected Poems; ‘Sunday Morning,’” published c. 1954.

[gatoburr0]

She’s such a good mother figure it makes me cry.

Quick something because my brain has rotted to a degree.

[therealraewest]

I can't believe Khonshu took Steven and Jake in the divorce

[dandelionjack]

quick question steven. what did you mean by that last bit there

[cephalopod-celabrator]

Why does every animated kids adventure show progress from Season 1: Malcolm and Jana help their neighbor who's a talking frog with his taxes but uh-oh, the taxes turned into monsters and they've got to fight them! to Season 3: Jana must kill the reanimated corpse of God meanwhile Malcolm must contend with the embodiment of existential suffering which has burrowed into his mind and is unraveling his sanity. Neither of them will ever be the same.

[whatadumbfool]

"t-theyre right behind me arnt they ?" ass look

alt black and white version + no light or whatever