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Do you think stede is sexy
Stede could stand to lose some frills.
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My bf got me into warhammer darktide and my brain chemistry has never been the same since
(rhan belongs to me, steve belongs to my bf)
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Meat themed accessories would suit you
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GODDAMN THANK YOU!
#can we kiss about this jesus christ#you give me the most compliments i’ve ever gotten in my goddamn life#spen.txt#spen.chat#steve tag
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friend’s bday party fit + steve making a friend
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hii!! i don’t mean to seem impatient but im really looking forward the dirty dancing au and im just wondering if you have any updates abt it?
hiiiiiii no ur not impatient at all it has been like 6 months 😭😭😭 its finally summer and i am pasting this without reading it for like three months. just to satiate you (and all tagged at the bottom lol).
and i owe it all to you - TEASER
It is the Monday after the fourth of July weekend, and the Mount Vernon Resort and Ski was bustling. It is the only Monday that ever bustles, with July Fourth weekenders leaving and summer residents moving in. Steve packed modestly. His single duffle serving him a good slouching companion the three-and-a-half-hour trip down to Mount Vernon. The Harringtons just pulled into loading zone of the resort, stretching and groaning from the drive.
Steve was helping the bell boy with his mother’s bags as a pudgy man approached his father’s Audi.
“Rich! It’s been a long off-season,” the men shake equally meaty hands and exchange pleasantries. Steve pulled down his ray bans to hide his eyeroll.
Mr. Thomas was the general manager of the resort, and his sticky fingers inspecting the appetizer table was more evident to Steve than it was three years ago. The older man’s belly hung over his belt, and his hair thinned considerably as well.
“We’ve got some craft tables most afternoons, music lessons, golf, dance lessons,” Mr. Thomas continued. “Even shuffleboard for those getting up there in age.” He friendly jabbed at Mr. Harrington, earning a guffaw from Mrs. Harrington.
“We’re here for the summer, Jimmy, I’m sure we’ll find something to do someplace,” Mr. Harrington said.
“Well, enjoy.” Mr. Thomas smiled and started toward Steve, clapping his shoulder. “You’ve been beefing up, boy? It’s been a while since you’ve last come down,”
Steve shrugged the man’s hand off his shoulder, his lips upticking in the slightest for courtesy's sake. “Yeah, been a few years, I guess.”
“Any plans for the future?”
God. It was the word Steve hated out of all the words in the dictionary. “Future.” He was glad he had his blacked-out sunglasses on, so Mr. Thomas would not see the absolute look of scorn Steve was shooting at him. He was also afraid his father might have heard, knowing that he would jump at the first opportunity to humiliate his son.
Steve pursed his lips in his smile, slamming the trunk shut as he piled the last of his parents’ luggage onto the golf cart. “Just figuring stuff out, you know.”
“Ah yes, adolescent indecision, I don’t miss it.” Mr. Thomas saw another family pulling into the drop off area, and he started his farewell to the Harringtons.
Steve felt a dark cloud forming above his head, and his head only, since his father pulled out of the driveway in Hawkins. Now at a mountain at the intersection of Indiana and Illinois, he could feel the downpour bringing a sore throat. (Not literally, but he might as well have the flu, based on how ill his body felt being there.)
Mr. Harrington deposited his keys to the valet, and pulled out a cigar as he mounted passenger seat of the golf cart. Of course, the Harringtons have their own cabin pushed closer to the edge of the resort. The bell boy peeled into the driving lane, and Mr. Harrington took a few puffs. Mrs. Harrington was in the back with Steve, commenting passively on the changes made to the resort since last year.
Mount Vernon Resort and Ski has been the Harringtons go to summer lodging destination since he was ten. A ridiculously overpriced membership and three hours across the state of Indiana later, granted Steve many summers of bottomless Coke slurpees. The resort lost much of its charm to Steve by the time he was thirteen, as the previous summer to London beat the sleepy resort by a longshot. Coke slurpees tasted like they were skimming on the syrup, and Steve could only make so many birdhouses in a summer.
By the time he was fifteen, he discovered the wonderful activity of babe watching by the pool, or lake, or golf course. (Or really, wherever there might be a babe.) That captured his attention and energy for that summer. But by the time he hit high school and social currency meant more to him than anything else, his trips to Mt. Vernon were limited to the odd Tuesday day trip when Tommy H. and Carol were busy. Steve has not been to the resort since the Starcourt fire of 1985. The event that properly traumatized him and brought him closer to the party and conversely, pushed him away from his parents even more. (It’s not like their relationship was any good to start with.)
Steve grew out of, or rather got sick of, all the uppity mandates that are brought with being in the upper class. He absolutely cannot take another fake smile flashed with pearly veneers and he hates that he knows the difference between the forks spread out at dinner. And the excess of everything. The mere fact that he is spending the entire summer with his parents at Mt. Vernon only after the Hawkins earthquake, says a lot about how he sees his future: his BMW crashed into a mountain, with his body laying limp. Dead obviously, and miserable every second until his death.
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The Harrington cabin was located at the edge of the guest residences, surrounded by thick evergreens. Mr. Harrington has a golf cart to rent for the whole summer just so they can travel to the main hall.
Steve threw his duffel into his room, aiming for nowhere specific. As soon as it flopped to the foot of his bed post, he was calling out to his parents. “I’m going to explore a little, don’t wait up,”
His body was half way out the door, when his father stopped him from the kitchen. “Steve, before you go, I need to tell you something.”
Steve stopped in the doorway, but did not turn to look at his father,
“Son, this is a very important summer for the both of us. You’re now part of the business, and I’ve got a lot of friends vacationing here this summer, so I’d suggest you make some wise decisions.”
That was one of the biggest points to Steve: he was not yet technically part of his father���s company yet. Nor does he want to be.
In the summer of 1987, Richard Harrington gave his son a deal. An ultimatum, really. Join his business firm or get out of the house. (Or the enlist in the military, but it did not take Steve to rule that out.) Steve became an expert in dodging his father during interrogations like this. For a week straight, the only words he said to his father was, “sorry, running late to work,” then a successful slip out the door. He could swear he said one thime as he was going into his bedroom.
“Yeah, dad, okay,” Steve whined. He needed to escape or else his fuse would explode.
“We just want the best for you son,”
Steve rolled his eyes, taking that as his cue to start walking. He heard his father grumble something before he shut the door, leaving Steve on the paved sidewalk connecting the cabins and amenities. Since his last visit, Mt Vernon has not changed much. The golf course was extended by four holes, and there are smaller cabins lining the opposite side of trees to where the member housing is. Everything is still too 50s, in Steve’s taste.
Steve walked the whole perimeter of the residence housing and started his way toward the main hall for lunch. He regretted taking the route he did, because it led him to the gazebo his father was smoking at the bottom of. He waved his son over, much to Steve’s attempts at avoiding his eyeline.
“Son, this is Bradley, we usually conference together in Detroit,”
Steve politely smiled, lips tight. “Oh nice,”
“So your pops here is telling me that you’re looking forward to start up at the firm,”
Looking forward to was a gross stretch. “Mhm, the summer is still young though, so, heh, you never know,”
Mr. Harrington shot a pointed look to Steve, trying to maintain composure. “Steve, why don’t you go up there to and find your mother, they’re doing square dancing or whatever,”
Steve accepted the easy out when he could take it. He bids farewell to Bradley, climbing up the gazebo as A Kind of Magic by Queen (provides the bounce in the step of the guests.) He sticks to the railing as his eyes train on the woman dancing at the front, calling out steps as she ruffles her flouncy tulle dress.
“There ya go, Mrs. Cooper, it's all in the hips!” she grinned.“...three, four, and step back– one!”
Steve chuckled at her enthusiasm, puffing a laugh of amusement at the stumbling group. He finds his mother close to the front, dosey-doeing with a suited man with curly hair tied at the base of his skull. She trips over her kitten heels, but the man is already holding her, ready to catch her fall. Steve tried to hide his smirk from his mother’s stumble.
“You know if you laugh without even trying, I would just call you a bully.” the girl bounces in her spot now in front of Steve, stepping with the beat of the changing song.
Steve pulls his hands from his pocket. “I– She’s my mom, I think I have some right to poke fun.”
“Still, it’s no fun if someone is laughing on the sidelines.” she points. “Alrighty y’all, everyone split up, we’re gonna do individual line dances!” she yells to the group, and the tulle of her dress brushes against Steve’s calves.
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I cannot promise when it will be out but i have some time and.....
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Fresh internal leak for the best MXRP blogger that isnt steve, We're going to trial a new system that will detonate a small charge of C4 hidden insde of your hard drive if you disconnect on steve
Source: The most trustworthy mod
breaking news, steve is going to send me a pipe bomb.
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Steve is in a bigger tank now and he's gotten so pretty. Check out his red undertones
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I love pictures of these two side by side because this is literally the height difference between me and my partner
#my head is literally chest height to him#brynstarion#vaguely#Steve tag#he hugged me from behind the other day and had to lean over so much#makes for a good reference tho
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Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin around! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤
sorry for sitting on this for a few days, but thank you!!!!!! 💚
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Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad
Bonus sketch, because I had to vv
"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."
#Okay#I was never gonna draw fiddlestan#but then i was struck with inspiration in the form of bell bottom jeans#and was like.... get that twink into some bell bottoms RIGHT now#cole's art#art#gravity falls#grunkle stan#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddlestan#Steve Pinington? More like STAN Pining a ton#or something idk#what's this au called again?#uh idk#mystery trio#right?#the au where Stan shows up after Ford calls Fiddleford but before they test the portal y'know#where they live happily ever after and nothing ever goes wrong and stan and ford make up and stan and fiddleford make out#yeah#also the height difference lowkey goes crazy#it was unintentional but i actually like it a lot and now it's my headcanon#i love rambling in my tags knowing no one's reading ts 🙏#almost forgot to tag ford lol#stanford pines
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return to sub level 50
#familiar and safe#transformers one#transformers#b 127#bumblebee#i am not tagging steve IJBOL#in the movie when bee is talking to elita she says “i need you to talk less”#which he obviously interperates as talking less about the specific topic#and continues to yap#so i wonder what itd be like if someone outwardly told him to shut up or that he was annoying#back to steve and aatron and eP 508#those guys are nice to him
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Hello Jack! I admit I am a bit surprised to learn you survived your ordeal and Buttons's hex. I know I'm not supposed to ask you any questions, but you didn't mention anything about me sending you some anon hate (although, I suppose it's not quite anonymous 😊). I'm just writing to let you know that Ed said I've given him more orgasms in one week than you did in your entire relationship! Not so big now, are you?
not-so-fond regards,
Stede
Steve, I'm telling you right now that he is lying to you to make you feel better. Me and Eddie used to fuck so much my dick started chaffing. I made him cum twice daily.
As for the hex, tell your weird bird fucker that if he doesn't take that shit back right now I'm gonna hunt him down as soon as I get out of this boat.
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@stvmccrthy Hahahahahaha please check the notes there are Germans PRO-toast
Alright, I've had enough.
Let's settle this once and for all.
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Alright ill bite just so you can get your attention quota/lh
Whats the outfit you thought of with the collar?
- steve
IM LAUGHING god this is incredible i have a sugar daddy but for attention
it’s a shirt similar to my pfp but long sleeved. i’d pair a black skirt with it and fishnets and some kind of big black boots!
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There are ghosts in Hawkins...
#my art#comic#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#st#haunting#ghosts#tagging this to hell cause I spent so much time on it lol#uuuuh should I tag steddie? sure#steddie#fan comic#horror#horror comics
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