#if someone doesn’t like your blorbo. Just block them and move on.

[anti-dazai-blog]

I just wanted to say, me asking your post something got me *attacked* by someone who doesn't like I'm a dazai Stan who can tolerate opposing views lol, I'm having the time of my life thank you!/gen

I’m so sorry that that happened to you—

I’ve said before that I don’t tag people and rarely reblog other people’s things because I don’t want people to get hate by association, and I really really hate that the hate anons are targeting you now.

This one ask just took me down the weirdest rabbit hole of scrolling through that hate anon’s (who wasn’t on anon by you) blog.

They seem to have dedicated the whole thing to hating me personally.

Occasionally they throw in some hate for other blogs (mainly people who like Chuuya or people who ship skk). But other than that. It’s kinda creepy.

Some people really don’t understand the difference between hating a fictional character and hating a real person.

[stobinesque]

the shape of things lost; the shape of things to come

processing some of my own grief by writing about the blorbos <3 rating: T | wc: 1k | cw: Major (Canonical) Character Death, Post-Season 4 Vol. 2, Grief & Mourning, fatalistic thinking

Steve is sitting out on the porch of Hopper’s cabin, lit joint dangling from his mouth.

“Steve?” Robin drops down next to him, a frown pinching between her brows.

“Hey, Birdie,” he murmurs, watching as smoke curls through the night air. He turns to stub out the joint, sparing Robin the secondhand hit.

“Are you…well, I know you’re not okay. You want to talk about it?”

Steve shrugs, staring up at the night sky. They’re far enough from town that there’s no light pollution. But the dusting of stars he knows are visible is blocked by the canopy of trees surrounding them. “You ever think about how…weird this all is?”

Robin doesn’t laugh at him, even though she probably should. Instead, she rests a hand on his back and stares up in the same direction he’s facing. “Yeah, all the time.”

Steve leans into her side, resting his head against her shoulder. “We lose someone every time,” he says. Quiet, like if he says it too loud he’ll…what? Jinx them? He shakes his head. “And somehow it hasn’t really touched me yet.” He reaches out a hand as though to blot out the words, or take them back. Something about them feels wrong, leaves him twisted with guilt.

“I was sad when we found out Barb died, but it was…abstract. There was never a body, and I didn’t know her at all. Didn’t even really know what the potential of knowing her might be. I was sad because Nancy was sad. But mostly I was just…guilty and scared.”

 Robin rubs at his shoulder, making a vague comforting sound. “That makes sense.”

Steve shrugs, and somehow the movement doesn’t jostle Robin at all. She sits there steadfast. “I guess so.” He takes a shaky breath. “And then there was Bob, and that devastated Joyce—and I think Will, and even Jonathan and Mike, too. And we thought we lost Hopper, and Murray lost some friend he made last year in the mess of everything, and now—” Steve’s voice cracks, and he doesn’t bother reaching up to try to stem the tide of tears he feels building, because crying in front of Robin never counts. Or maybe it’s the only time it counts? “And now Eddie, and I-I can’t—” he can’t get the rest out because the tears have built to a sob, and his chest is too tight, and he can’t breathe—

“Hey, hey,” Robin says, low and urgent, her own voice a little choked. “I’m right here.” Something damp lands on Steve’s head and if he turns to look at her he knows he’ll find tears pouring down her face as well.

“I know,” he gasps out. “And I’m so—I’m so fucking relieved that I didn’t lose you or-or Dustin, or any of the kids, or Nance, and I—I feel like shit, because Dustin lost him, and-and Mike did, and Max is—” he can’t bring himself to say anything about Max, because she’s still alive. She’s going to make it, because she has to. The alternative is—it’s unacceptable.

“Hey.” Robin’s voice is firm, and she’s pushing, pulling at him, making him turn to look at her. He lets himself be moved like a rag doll, staring at Robin’s tearstained face. “You don’t need to feel bad about being relieved that any of the rest of us made it, alright? It doesn’t mean you’re happy Eddie didn’t, or whatever else is running through your head right now. I’m relieved that you survived. And I’m grateful to Eddie for getting Dustin to safety, even though I’m also pissed at him for running back into danger as though that kid wasn’t going to just jump right back in after him. And I’m so fucking relieved that Erica and Lucas didn’t get hurt more than they did, but I’m also absolutely livid at all of us for not thinking Jason and his shithead lackies might try to come after them. It’s okay to have messy feelings when someone dies. It’s a messy business.”

Steve nods slowly, face sandwiched between Robin’s hands. They’re soft on his face. Gentle, as she rubs a thumb across one cheek, and brushes hair out of his face with the other. “I thought…” he hiccups. “I thought maybe…I thought we could be friends, after everything. And now we’re never going to get the chance.”

“Yeah.”

“I just want it all to be over.” Steve feels like all of his strings have been cut. If Robin wasn’t still holding him up he’d have collapsed back into her by now. “And it’s not. It never is. I feel like I’m just waiting for it to catch up to me. For my luck to run out or—”

Robin’s hands tighten on his face and Steve blinks his eyes back open, not realizing he’d closed them. “Stop. You can’t—I can’t—” The tears are rolling down her face again, and snot is dribbling from her nose and she looks distraught and Steve feels sick, because he did that, he put that there, and “—you can’t give up on me, okay?” Robin’s grip is so tight Steve feels like she’s crushing his head, and she’s looking at him with steel in her eyes. “Whatever ever happens, whatever’s coming…you have to fight, Steve? You have to promise to make it out the other side. There’s going to be another side.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that I can’t lose you. I know that anywhere you go, I’m gonna follow.”

Panic lances through Steve’s chest like a stab to the heart. “No.”

Robin just shakes his head in her hands. “You’re not getting rid of me, dingus. Not even in death.”

Steve wants to shake his head, but he can’t. “You can’t die Robs. You gotta live.”

“Then I guess you have to, too, asshole.” Robin smiles and drops a hand down from his face. “Promise me?” She extends a pinkie.

Steve stares at her, and doesn’t know what to say. They both know this is a promise that neither of them can keep. And they both know that’s not the promise she’s asking him to make. He links his pinkie with hers. “Promise.”

[secretsalute]

Harassing people who don’t like your ship or your blorbos just makes shippers and other fans of said blorbo look bad. It’s not worth your time to get up in their asks and refute them or accuse them of being terrible people because they don’t like the same things you do in the same ways you do.

Don’t do it. You ruin the fun for everyone.

Don’t like that someone disagrees with your ship/doesn’t like your blorbo? Block and move on.

I’m talking about a particular ship currently but honestly it can be applied to all of fandom.

[sugarandspicewriting]

Love Languages for the Counselors

A/N: Sorry Max’s is so short my brain wasn’t cooperating. Also I pulled these out of my ass when I was supposed to be sleeping enjoy <3

Ryan

~ I’m going to say quality time

~ he does that introvert thing where he just *exists* in the same room as the people he loves and it’s more than enough for him

~ that’s not to say he would never talk to you he wants to get to know you he’s just a little awkward about it

~ please help him he’s struggling

~ will eventually let you listen to his podcasts with him just don’t ask so many questions mid episode

~ he will happily clear things up for you afterwards❤️

Dylan

~ words of affirmation with a little bit of physical affection thrown in

~ ik he loves goofy pet names and probably tires to embarrass you with them while just sitting with you

~ “My cinnamon sugar apple. My honeybun sugar plum. My sweet peace of ass”

“Dylan wtf”

“Okay sorry. Can you hand me that pen over there”

~ does the traditional babe/baby too

~ also not shy to voice his love for you. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you

~ likes to top off his sugary words with a peck on the cheek to leave you wanting more of him

Kaitlyn

~ Acts of service

~ In cannon she has trouble expressing herself and I think that shows in her relationships too

~ She can’t always get the words out or let herself be vulnerable but she will hold the door for you and save you a seat wherever you go

~ thank her and she’ll scoff

~ I can imagine her helping you style your hair and if it’s long she’ll chastise you and say that if you can’t handle it you should cut it short like hers

~ you never have to ask her for anything, she’ll always do whatever she can for you but she might call you stupid in the mean time

~ “here I brought you some water”

“Oh thank you that’s so sweet of you :)”

“Yeah well someone has to keep you from getting dehydrated. Now shut up and drink”

Jacob

~ do I really even have to say it

~ physical👏🏻affection👏🏻

~ once you give him the go ahead for PDA (if you are okay with it) prepare to be picked up and squeezed at any given moment

~ doesn’t matter how big you are he’s stronk

~loves kissing u. Will do it until your lips are swollen if you don’t stop him.

~I can also see him as an ass slap man if you consent to it before hand

~ if he’s wearing jeans pls put your hand in his back pocket while walking around. He’s beaming the whole time it’s so gross

~overall just a big teddy bear who will smoosh you with his man boobs if you ask

Emma

~ another words of affirmation counselor

~ she’s a little different in her approach than Dylan

~ she will use pet names if you like them but also just loves to compliment you

~ “Did you change your hair? I love it!” “You always look beautiful/handsome/attractive but you looks especially good today.” “That color looks so good on you!” That kind of stuff

~ will not be at all embarrassed to post you on her social media. Brags about you all the time actually

~ “This is my S/O! I love them and if you’re mean I’m blocking you”

~ includes you in her videos if you want to be in them

~ she’s my blorbo

Abi

~ gift giving but not in the way you might think

~ @bloodverz wrote a post about the counselors bringing you back little trinkets from hikes and stuff and I think that fits her character very well

~ “this rock made me think of you :)” you will end up with a rock collection whether you like it or not

~ I hc that she has a garden at home and she grows flowers and food for you

~ this might be more on the side of acts of service but I also see her doodling on your arms and legs if you let her. It’s a little gift to remember her by later

~ bonus points if you get something she drew on you as a tattoo she’ll be so flustered so give her some kisses

Nick

~ Another snuggly boy but less obvious that Jacob

~ pretty shy about pda

~ he’ll hold your hand, give you hugs, and give chaste kisses but that’s about it unless you want him to turn red and forget how to move and talk

~ in private he won’t let go of you

~ pulls you in his lap to get the kisses he was too shy to ask for in public

~ a hand kisser too he’ll grab your hand and kiss all your fingers wait let me stop before I need to lie down 😮‍💨

~ he runs pretty hot which can get annoying in the summer but during the winter you can latch onto him like a Koala and he won’t stop you

~ Rub your nose on his and make him blush. Do it.

Laura

~ mmmmm I’m going to go with acts of service

~ we get to see her interact with Max in the game but they’re in a dire situation most of the time

~ however idk if every relationship is strong enough that you will literally kill your camp director for but Laura did

~ she would do anything for you and she tells you that often

~ on top of that she’ll do little things for you like making your breakfast in bed once in a while

~ takes such good care of you when you’re sick she’s not leaving until you’re better

Max

~ words of affirmation

~ he loves you and he’s not afraid to shout it from the rooftops either

~ constantly reminding you how much you mean to him he’s so soft 🥹

~ I can also see him being very touchy but putting physical touch again feels like a cop out djejaodih

~ expect a good morning and good night text every day