#in my brain forever

[orangesunsets12]

Everyone knew the name Steve Harrington. 

It was whispered among classmates as a desk sat empty, gossiped about by mothers over tea, and discussed in length among the police. 

Eddie didn’t like hearing the name. It reminded him of his own parents’ names, when they had died in the fatal car accident. No one stopped talking about them, not for a long time. It was the biggest news the town had ever had in years, the biggest conversation topic that circled among everyone who could talk, and it took everything in him not to hide away forever. 

But now, as the conversation wasn’t about him, he didn’t want to hide. He didn’t want to run. He just…felt bad. Felt bad that this Steve Harrington was now the word going around the town, an endless loop of gossip, even though he wasn’t even there. No one would talk about anything else.  Even Harrington’s parents, before they left, selling the house and never coming back,  talked about it for a bit, in town meetings and grocery store conversations.

Steve Harringon: missing, lost, disappeared; like the stars in the sky at dawn. 

Some rumored that Steve had run away from his parents, others said that he finally left town, but most agreed that he had died in some horrific way. The police hated that theory, as it meant that they had to find a body, yet no body was ever found. 

Everyone expected him to make an appearance again, like Will Byers, but there hadn’t been any luck so far, and it had been a month. 

Eddie knew that, with time, everyone would give up, and the name would be forgotten. He wasn’t sure if he was looking forward to it or not. 

He remembered Steve very well. He could see his fellow classmate in his mind’s eye, hanging out with jocks and being a jerk although never seeming to believe in what he was doing. He was sweet to the girls he went out with, a jerk to teachers on good days, but was always a good student if the teacher was clearly having a rough time, and had even paid for Eddie’s lunch when Eddie had run out of money. 

Eddie didn’t know if Steve Harrington was a good guy, or if it varied from day to day. Yet, did it even matter? He was gone. 

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, three freshmen that had a good mind for Dungeons and Dragons, started their high school career with frowns on all of their faces. Naturally, Eddie took them under his wing, teaching them all of the ins and outs of the school. He was the expert, after all. Two of them, Lucas and Mike, seemed to warm up to him pretty quickly, but it was Dustin that took the longest to get used to Eddie, or even like him. He stayed silent throughout their D&D sessions, constantly glancing to Lucas for support, and Lucas would wrap him in a small hug.

Eddie didn’t know what to make of it. Was the kid always like this? Was he nervous about high school? Did he hate Eddie?

But it was Lucas’ quiet confession, after a session, that made Eddie’s heart break. Dustin was close with Steve, the two were practically brothers, until Steve vanished. This was the first couple of months without Steve, and it was clearly hurting him. 

Eddie didn’t want to replace Steve, but he was sure going to try and help Dustin get through the difficult emotions that came with it. He knew what it felt like to hurt, to loose someone close to you. He didn’t want Dustin to be alone through that. 

From then on, he made sure Dustin had everything he needed, and he could slowly see the energy the kid had and the genius that the kid was. Though, despite everything, there was still something dimming his personality, as if his mind was elsewhere. He was really good at hiding it, but Eddie could see right through it. 

He just wished that Steve would come back. Dustin would no doubt get better if he did, live up to his full potential, and maybe Eddie himself could have witnessed the incredible Steve that Mike and Lucas talked about when Dustin wasn’t around, as they didn’t want to hurt Dustin even more. Yet, as the school year went on, the chances of Steve’s return dwindled to basically nothing. The rumors stopped. Everyone seemed to forget. 

He didn’t. Dustin didn’t. Lucas didn’t. Mike didn’t. But no one bothered to hope for the best. 

In fact, Eddie had lost all hope until Chrissy had died right in front of him, and he was told of the mystery of the Upside Down. Dustin told him with tear filled eyes that Steve had been dragged into the other dimension, never to be seen again, and that everyone had given up on his return. The Upside Down was dangerous, full of monsters and poisonous air and vines that could kill. No one dared to believe that Steve was alive, even though he could’ve been, in Eddie’s opinion. Will survived it, so why couldn’t Steve?

Nancy told them that there was no chance Steve was alive. Will had been stuck for a week, while Steve had been for nearly a year. 

Yet her insistence didn’t stop him from keeping an eye out for Steve when he was in the Upside Down. Even though it was a dangerous place, he knew that Harrington could survive it. Steve was, apparently, a hero, protecting the kids with a mere nail bat, a strong knight that wouldn’t stop at anything to complete his task. That wasn’t a man that would go down easy. 

Eddie hoped to see him in the distance as they biked, hiding in the homes they entered, walking in the woods when they did, but he never saw anything. He never saw that great head of hair in his field of vision, or even a body. 

He didn’t really know what to think about it. Did it mean that Steve had died long ago? That he was alive and in hiding? That he had run from this horrible version of Hawkins and was living somewhere else? 

When Eddie, Nancy, and Robin had gotten back into the real world, Eddie had to watch Dustin’s face fall, as he no doubt noticed that there was no Steve with them. 

Eddie didn’t say anything to him. There was nothing to say. No comforts, no bad news. Nothing. 

Everything after that was a blur, full of people and plans and tons and tons of bats. Eddie remembered seeing Dustin’s heartbroken face at one point, and then nothing. He thinks that he might’ve died. He wouldn’t have been surprised.

The next time he woke up, he felt warm.  He opened his eyes to see a fire in front of him, flickering and crackling, reminding him of the many campfires he had with Wayne when he was younger. He blinked, and pain flared up on his chest. He groaned, trying to sit up, but he felt a firm hand push him gently back to the ground. 

“Don’t try and sit up, I just wrapped up your wounds, I don’t want to have to do it again.” He heard, and Eddie could feel his confusion quadruple. He could feel the damp air of the Upside Down in his lungs, see the horrid darkness of this cursed place broken by the fire, so he knew that he hadn’t escaped. So what was this voice doing here? Was he dead? Was he hearing things that weren’t there?

“Who…what…?”

Eddie’s eyes focused on a man that was kneeling in front of him, covered in dirt, blood, and grime, with hazel eyes that watched him with sympathy. The left side of his face was scared, three pinkish lines starting from his forehead, cutting into his eye socket, and stopping on his cheek. He had scruff on his face, yet still carried a boyish look about him, like he was only a teenager, a look that Eddie recognised. His brown hair was full of the particles from the air, yet still carried a strong sense of identity. The man smiled gently, and Eddie blinked, finally realizing what was so familiar about the man in front of him. 

“Harrington?”

[grimalkinmessor]

My brain is playing a mash-up of Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin and I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire by The Ink Spots but the catch is that this mash-up DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST so I'm stuck with it looping in my head forever help

[soracities]

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[strawberri-syrup]

i have hands for building alters | lips to pray to reckless gods | i was made to be a devotee

[hummise]

do you ever just

[the line is from a fic by @/Rauchendes_GNU on ao3]

[nitw]

there's like no evidence of gravityfallsdotpng ever existing aside from the internet archive but i miss it so much. maybe my sense of humor is beyond saving but some of these still genuinely make me lose it

[aduckwithears]

Periodically, it hits me like a ton of bricks that this scene exists:

With the windows framed as their wings, the hand fluttering to the back, the most emotionally devastating kiss ever to be filmed...

I am still not well.

[modmad]

A DOODLE COMIC? AFTER 10000 YEARS? yes! and only made possible by the huge help of collabing with ECHO (thank you echooooo); find them on socials here! https://bsky.app/profile/echobsilly.bsky.social https://x.com/echoBsilly

the rest of the comic is below the cut, OR you can read the whole thing at full size right here on my website which is. better than tumblr viewing just syk ANYWAY ENJOY

[ssnapdragoon]

He wanted to fall down again, just like back then.

[sojo-gatoru]

Decided to draw them together bc you can't have Satowu without Suguwu

[spoopup]

tv boyfriend

inspired by the fangamer klapollo pin. im crazy

[nenoname]

stan putting his hand/arm over his family's shoulders compilation!!!

+ ford returning the favour

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A five panel digitally illustrated comic of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. The first panel shows just Martin's right hand, holding a large knife as Martin asks "Are you sure about this?". The second panel is a wider view, showing Jon propped up in Martin's lap, his head being cradled by Martin's left hand. Jon's left hand is holding Martin's face as Martin cries. Jon says "No, but I love you" and Martin replies "I love you too." In the third panel they move towards each other, eyes closed and mouths slightly open, and in the fourth panel they kiss. The fifth panel shows Martin stabbing the knife into Jon's chest as Jon gasps. End description.]

One way or another, together

[arttsuka]

I made @wolfythewitch 's fox Bill design out of polymer clay

It's pretty thin (so thin I'm afraid it'll snap in half anytime I lift it)

Front and back side:

[breeberrypies]

pink goes good with green ‧₊˚ ⋅*

goes well with green.

+another sketch bc i love them