#thread dustin

[imnotxlive]

open starter

from here (1).

"¿A qué grupo de amigos le mentiste?" cuestionó mientras repetía la justificación ajena y sus ojos viajaban por la plaza de comidas.

[hunnybuttons]

Before the Upside Down, Steve Harrington could sleep like the dead. Once he laid his head on the checkered pattern pillow, Steve would be oblivious to anything happening in the world around him as he found solace in his dreams.

Steve would never admit it to Tommy H or Carol, but his dreams were his only safe place. In Steve's dream world, he wasn't the son to absent parents or the perfect King Steve; he was whatever version of himself that would've never been allowed around the Harringtons or the population at Hawkins High. Steve was comforted by the anonymity that was created as he slept till an alarm or the sunlight peeking through his curtains woke him.

Before the Upside Down, Eddie Munson would laugh as he told the rest of Corroded Coffin about how much he slept during the weekend. But, groan when Uncle Wayne stomped into his bedroom at 4pm wondering, "Boy, since when did you become a vampire?"

Basically, Eddie found it hilarious that he could sleep 16 hours a day and still go to bed at 9pm every night. One thing about Eddie Munson before that fated afternoon with Chrissy Cunningham, he could sleep like a corpse and never worry about sleep avoiding his clutches. Because as Uncle Wayne or a member of Corroded Coffin could tell anyone, Eddie loved to sleep and would theoretically kill anyone who tried to disrupt his slumber.

After the Upside Down, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington found solace in one another as they struggled to remember who they were before circumstances led them to emotional, mental, and physical scars. Steve could no longer find comfort in his dream world as it replayed his most traumatizing moments from the last couple of years. Eddie could no longer sleep like the dead since he actually knew what it felt like to lay limp and face death.

Eddie and Steve stare into one another's eyes as they share a pillow in Steve's massive bed. Eddie whispers to Steve about how envious he is of his past self as he dramatically recounts Uncle Wayne's stomps or Corroded Coffin's scoffs. As Eddie spoke, Steve wonders if Eddie could be trusted with his deepest secrets about who he wishes he could be.

As Eddie's giggles fade into the dark of the night, Steve clears in throat and begins to tell Eddie about the lack of safety he has felt since turning 12 and being handed bundles of money that were to be budgeted until his parents came back home from whatever business trip Jonathan Harrington needed to attend. Steve mumbles about Tommy and Carol, or anyone else, never being able to fill the hollow space that was this mausoleum of a house until Dustin Henderson hijacked Nancy's roses and forced Steve to go on a wild demo dog chase. With a smile that actually reaches Steve's eyes, he tells Eddie how he finally knew what a mutual love felt like when Robin refused to get a new job without Steve.

Eddie desperately wants to read between the lines and believe himself to be someone who brought something into Steve's life. The begging words he sends up to whatever universal force doesn't want to continue fucking his life are interrupted as Steve looks Eddie in the eyes and admits, "Eddie Munson, you brought light and noise into my life."

Steve Harrington never understood how significant it was to feel the sun on his skin until Eddie woke up from his coma after his encounter with the bats, and begged for the blinds in his hospital room to be opened. Eddie's smile changed as he adjusted to the new scars on his skin, but Steve has never seen something so beautiful in his life.

Steve flinched in noisy environments when he remembers how angry his father would get if Steve existed too loudly. But, since Eddie took Steve to the middle of nowhere and convinced him to just scream, Steve has found himself seeking out music that taught him to release his emotions instead of pushing them further and further down.

Steve Harrington finally found safety in the real world when Eddie Munson whispers, "Stevie, please let me kiss you."

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . hyunki coming thru for @ruinedwild | ❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

            " hurt me ? " his brows furrow, staring at dustin with a confused look etched on his face, " why would you hurt me ? we're just going to play a few hoops together . . " the swimmer says, bouncing the basketball he had with one hand before throwing it over for the other to catch, " unless . . you're planning on playing dirty with me on our 1 versus 1 match ? " tilting his head, he squints his eyes too as an added effect, " not fair ! you can't play like that ! you promised me if i won against you, you'll take me to my favorite restaurant. "

[dollyrots]

a closed starter for elliot appsley ( @elliot-appsley ) located at inkwells.

"Alright," Dustin said as he took a seat across from Elliot's familiar face. "I've been scouring the best sellers this week and I think I found one you'll like." Their Sunday tradition of the two-person book club was one of Dustin's favorites. Elliot was a very enlightening individual whose conversation — and book recommendations — were always appreciated. It took Dustin a few minutes to find this particular novel, unread by him of course, but he did have a hunch Elliot would enjoy it.

"It's called Tell Me Everything. Fiction and written by Elizabeth Strout, I'm sure you've heard that name before." He plopped the hardcover onto the café table that separated the pair with a quick shrug before sitting down. "A little pricey, but maybe you can get it at the library. I always prefer that new book smell, though, and this definitely has that."

[ghoulsplay]

🎁 → @wildhecrt → happier than ever / billie eilish

   the thing about dustin was that he was actually great at reading the room.   he knew very well when he was getting on someone's nerves or if they wanted him to stop talking (see: steve most days). he just didn't care. max was not safe from that dismissiveness. & sure, part of it was him being loud and shameless, always looking to make his point known. but the other part, in her case, was the fact that dustin was worried. she had been withdrawn since the events of the previous summer, and had it been a case of simply finding new friends with the start of high school, he would have let it go. she didn't talk to anyone. he was observant like that, even if he spent a whole hell of a lot of time running his mouth. that was why he took it upon himself to do just that in her ear whenever he could. the halls were never safe from dustin henderson. ❛ - it's not even my fault. mr. snyder sucks. i don't know how i'm supposed to learn anything from him. AND A D- ? that shit's embarrassing. so suzie helped me . . . improve that to an a-. ❜ an exaggerated wink followed, as much of a silent ' if you catch my drift ' he could muster.

[wormful]

a starter for @heavenstrck (your muse of choice) based on this.

　　"Thanks for showing up, but you're not going to be very happy with me when I tell you this..." — "My dad still thinks we're together. Will you please go to this reunion thing with me and we can put this to rest? We can make it a- a game. A show. You've got the leading role! You can storm out at the end and everything." A pause, then a quiet addition. "I'm sorry."

[daydreambelievcr]

( honey & darlings, june 1, afternoon ) @drvgonbvnny

Eyes wandering over the wide array of pistols displayed under a glass case at the front of the establishment, the sounds of guns being fired in the shooting gallery a few doors away acting as the soundtrack to this particular family outing, the blonde's typical jumpy reactions to sudden and loud noises of the sort seemed to have dulled significantly since the scene that played out in the Art Shack a couple of months back. Shortly following the biker's threats, talks of a debt connected to her dead and buried past life, and one of her best friends being placed in the line of fire because of her, nearly everything had held the potential to jump start Valerie's heart at a moment's notice. Luckily, even through her panic, she'd had enough foresight to confide in her eldest brother about the whole situation. Dusty had his head on straighter than she did, surely he could help her get a hold of the situation, could keep the rest of her siblings safe too. Right?

But her apartment was much too quiet for her own liking recently. No amount of disco pop or musical movies played in the background could drown out the creaks of her building, the whistle of the Alaskan wind against her windows, convincing Val's perpetually sleep-deprived mind that the gang had finally come to collect. And she didn't intend to be caught unawares again.

"Which of these do ya think would be easiest to carry around inconspicuously?" the former starlet wondered as she eyed the options before her, her trademark melodic voice considerably more muted than usual as her focus narrowed to the task at hand. "I think that's what I need. Somethin' small, but still powerful—nothin' too fussy or fancy."

[lovepctions]

open to: all muse: dustin rowe greene situation: utp!

"do you trust me?" dustin held out his hand, soft grin on his features. he was never one to take risks, but there was something about this person that ignited the need for adventure.

[fakeoldmanfucker]

since i saw you have so many zuck post and i'm a little bit invest in it like you so i want to ask some question about threads since i don't want to have another social media because i have so much now

1. does moskovitz actually interact with zuck there? i saw them following each other

2. does saverin made an account and followed zuck?? since i don't know if that is his real account, tbh if he actually followed zuck, became one of the new users on threads i'd be surprised because i thought he already didn't care much about either fb or meta in general

also I saw zuck posting tsn reference there for threads and commenting gif of tsn too

sorry for my sloppy english, hope you reply

Hi anon! Thank you for your ask!

What I need everyone on Tumblr to know is that Mark is basically trying to reinvent himself. He's been the butt of a lot of jokes for about a decade now, and this bout with Elon, and Elon's fumbling of Twitter, has presented a prime opportunity for Mark to reboot his public image. This means he's responding to people's posts on Threads, making jokes, and yes, referencing The Social Network.

Now to your questions:

Yes! Dustin and Mark are actually still really close. Dustin's mentioned going on vacation with Mark fairly regularly (for whatever that means for them). Dustin had access to the pre-release launch of Threads and was user # 3037 (as indicated on his Instagram account), and he generally talks about Mark a lot, mostly to defend him/hype him up. He's been talking about Mark a lot lately, because of the drama with Musk and with the launch of Threads, but Mark has been pretty consistently mentioned in his Twitter posts, going back for years. Dustin seems to be particularly excited about Threads, probably because he feels let down by Twitter and the promise of Bluesky, and also because Dustin still owns a 0.6% stake in Meta, which is worth something like $5 billion. Dustin as well as other early Facebook employees have expressed a feeling of nostalgia and excitement akin to the early days of the company, both from the product development side as well as from the consumer side. Anyway, it seems that Dustin's penchant for micro-blogging and Mark's role to promote Meta's new app have combined and allowed them to publicly communicate for the first time in at least a decade. It has been, honestly, delightful to watch. See the bottom of the post for screenshots of their interactions.

Judging by the Instagram account linked to the Threads account, Saverin really is following Mark. (I judged whether or not the Insta account was real by scrolling through who he follows: some weather accounts, someone with the last name that's the same as his wife, someone who's either a sister or cousin, Fox News. These interests correspond with the types of accounts he follows on Twitter; it's most likely really him.) I agree, it is kinda of insane that Saverin joined so early; it's possible he sold the rest of his shares because B Capital got a big infusion of money at the end of 2022, which corresponds with the fund they raised earlier this year. It's also possible he converted his shares from Class A to Class B, but this move still loses him power. He doesn't really have any incentive to be interested in Meta, not anymore. And yet, Saverin was just under the 2 millionth member to join Threads (1,920,187). Taking into account that 30 million people(/brands) joined Threads in the first day, Saverin was an early adopter. At the same time however, in addition to likely not having any financial interest in the company, Saverin doesn't post very often on Twitter (most of which are reposts of articles) and has only ever posted to Instagram twice, and not since 2014 at that. It's interesting to me that he apparently cares so much to be on Threads so early since he doesn't seem to be that fond of micro-blogging or Instagram anyway. At the least, he is a private person, more private than even Mark has ever been, and he is likely on Threads to lurk rather than to post. Which brings me to the point that Saverin is following Mark. He's also following a number of influential Meta people, including important early employees (none of them follow him back). Combined with the fact that Saverin consistently puts "Facebook co-founder" at the top of all of his bios, regardless of his current projects and investments, this paints an image of a petty man who wants to be relevant. It may be interesting that Saverin follows Mark, but don't expect anything to come of it. Saverin lost his chance to make any amends with Mark and anyone else a long time ago.

Bonus: Mark posting a TSN gif? For some reason?? Even though the post he was replying to didn't even mention TSN? (it's a screenshot of the gif of the moment when Eduardo gives Mark the money to go to Palo Alto for the summer while they're hiring interns)

[11ven]

Jane had never attended parties. One reason being that the majority of the time she was incredibly awkward, never really knowing what to do or say. Where did she put her hands when she was talking? She still struggled with some words sometimes, her stutter had always been a problem. These days she mostly had it under control, but with the mix of alcohol she didn't feel entirely confident.

"Dustin?" Her voice was unsure. Dustin was an acquaintance in high school. They had formed a bond there, quietly eating lunch together sometimes when the rest of the school had been entirely too awful. The kicker was that the Dustin she knew didn't attend parties. "It's me..." she trailed off, her demeanor as bubbly bright as ever. "Jane. So good to see you!"

[hairssexy]

@tremblesigh

“you’re already cool.”

    ❝    well- yeah- but... i still thought it was cool, what cady did.    ❞     aaron shrugs, very nonchalant. he knows he's popular. how could he not? he just ... doesn't take it any kind of way.    ❝    doesn't do anything for me or anything, but- i like it. good to stand up for what's right.    ❞     he could stand to do that more himself. even just- standing up for what's right for him would be a good step.

[wnterreign]

with  minisa  dustin     /     @minisadustin​​

        in  order  for  her  to  succeed  in  the  riverlands,  helaena  knew  she  must  befriend  those  in  other  houses,  integrate  herself  not  only  with  the  people  at  seagard,  which  had  been  her  focus  in  the  months  prior  to  traveling  to  dorne,  but  with  the  riverlands  as  a  whole.  while,  if  the  prevalent  rumors  were  true,  befriending  house  blackwood  wouldn’t  give  her  better  access  to  information  on  the  starks,  they  remained  a  powerful  ally  of  the  tullys.  so  laena  greeted  minisa  with  a  warm  smile.          ❝  lady  dustin.  it’s  nice  to  see  you.  ❞

[wormful]

　　"Whoa there tiger, I didn't mean flirting. But hey, if the shoe fits." He raised an eyebrow before his eyes turned to his shoes, literally engulfed in flames. Perhaps being here wouldn't be so bad.

　　"Arson," he responded with a quirk on his lips. "I burned down a church when I was 17." He paused. "Actually, I don't mind sprucing this space up. Definitely needs more fire." He clarified, "I'm a body piercer, but I'd be glad to offer some tips."

surprise was a rare feeling, and it crossed over the god's eyes quickly, brightening as he sat forward. his lips twitched in what almost looked like a genuine smile. that was a first; he'd never been asked that before, and certainly not by... what seemed to be a mere mortal. with such a cavalier attitude, hades was beginning to wonder. usually, his theatrics inspired quite a different reaction. the flames at his feet quieted, as if they knew they were impressing (nor intimidating) anyone.

" ... checking you out? you mean - flirting with you? " he echoed, eyebrows raising quizzically, prompting further elaboration. maybe he should get out more. " if you want to be called dustin, then i will call you dustin. i ask for a name, because it helps a soul feel less afraid, to be addressed by such. " but he blinked, amusement growing. " you... are not afraid, though. not even a little. how come? "

[dollyrots]

a closed starter for august loverson ( @jcdedmemories ) located at club 51.

Dustin's signature dazed stare peered across the faces of the crowd on the dance floor. He was far too sober for this, and unfortunately, his plug who typically showed up bearing gifts had bailed at the last minute. So instead of his energizing typical cocktail of alcohol and other various chemicals, he was left with only his least favorite: alcohol.

His friends he usually showed up with had already bailed, just like his plug. Maybe his plug was a friend now. It would make sense, with how often Dustin wound up in this similar tragic situation.

Bored of the drunk strangers, he figured a trip to the restroom would bring him a little joy, if not drugs. The familiar restroom was filled with the booming beats from the deejay, but he still heard the ever-recognizable sniff of another patron. What did he have to lose?

"Hey dude, can I get a bump of that?" His question to the stranger in the farthest stall came after an accidental drunken stumble against the unlocked door.

[loveinhawkins]

When Steve picks up the phone, he can hear Eddie laughing before he’s even said a word.

“What?” Steve says through a smile; he’s used to this now, phone calls that happen for no real reason. Robin had gotten him well and truly accustomed to it: months of rambling conversations—with occasional interjections from Mr Buckley, chuckling as he warned Robin that she was gonna trip over the cord.

“I need your help,” Eddie says, amusement still evident in his voice, “it’s to win an argument.”

“Oh, is that all I am to you?” Steve acts like he’s going to hang up, covering the receiver with his hand so it sounds muffled.

“No, no!” Eddie’s laughing again. “Don’t go.”

Steve removes his hand, his smile growing. “All right, jeez. What’s up?”

“Okay, back me up here ‘cause Dustin and Lucas did not believe me. There was—we had an old gym teacher, right? He, like, towered above us, man, had a moustache, like what do you call it when it’s all—”

Steve feels another wave of affection; he knows that Eddie will be unconsciously demonstrating what the moustache looks like, despite the fact that they can’t see each other.

“—uh, bristly, you know what I—?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “Mr Wilson. Didn’t he leave a couple years ago? Super mean for no reason, dude had a stick up his—”

“Yes!” Eddie crows in triumph. “I knew you’d remember, I knew it.”

Steve shakes his head fondly—Eddie’s making it sound far more impressive than it actually is, like he’s just sunk the winning shot or something. Like Eddie has an unshakeable belief in him.

“God, he was the worst. He was the one that was obsessed with cross-country, right—”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, yeah,” Eddie says. “It was actually scary. I swear he got some kinda evil kick out of it whenever it rained, like he’d hope we drowned out there or—”

Steve makes a vague hum of agreement; there’s a flash of the familiar in Eddie’s words, the memory of mud and rain against his skin. And…

“Shit, didn’t you…? Did you fall one time, I remember you limping?”

Steve’s recollection of it is fuzzy—like a lot of things were in the winter of ‘84—but as he talks, the more he grows certain; it makes sense of a momentary instinct he’d had in The Upside Down, as the earth shook: seeing Eddie fall out the corner of his eye, and suddenly wanting to check whether he rolled his ankle.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie chuckles slightly—there’s a thread of embarrassment in the sound. Didn’t think—um, sorta hoped you wouldn’t remember that, honestly.”

“I don’t really,” Steve says, then winces. “That sounds bad. I just meant—”

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie says. Steve can hear how he’s smiling. “Better for my ego this way.” He pauses. “You were really sweet about it at the time.”

He moves on quickly—Steve knows that’s partly just Eddie being himself, how he joyfully leaps from one topic to the next. But he doesn’t think he’s imagining the flicker of something shy, the softness in Eddie’s voice, you were really sweet about it.

Steve makes sure to commit it to memory.

[wormful]

a starter for @cemeterysgirl based on this.

　　Dustin was once a good kid, but his reputation had been tarnished over a decade ago. Even though his criminal record had been expunged, a very troubled, damaged young man was left over who only grew more rebellious with age. He honked the horn as soon as he pulled up to his date's house, whistling as they walked to the car.