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So get me out of my head Because it's getting kind of cramped, you know Coming ready or not, when the motor gets hot We can do it again

Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance

[remake of this]

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Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

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*at the club*

eddie: everyone's wasted and the music fucking SUCKS i hate this place

also eddie, while billy is grinding against him on the dancefloor: this is what i live for

[vecnaline]

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasergz

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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“we’re getting the last season of stranger things” feels like both of these

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the REAL reason eddie hated steve besides the whole popular jerk thing is that he found jason carver himself bawling in the bathroom after steve ditched him for nancy and jason turned fully to christianity after that so. eddie never forgave him for that

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me, tasting steddie: hmmm yeah okay but.... this meal needs something....

the nefarious gay spices:

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i just found this picture and it makes me so happy

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s1 steve definitely had jason as a side piece "no homo tho lmao" and while he was dating nancy the situationship got so bad jason started believing in christianity fr

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the stonathan fandom is dying. reblog if you’re a real stoner

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Argyle: Holy fucking shit!!

Jonathan: Language!

Argyle: Puta madre!!

Jonathan: I- that's not what I meant.

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STONATHAN STONATHAN STONATHAN STONATHAN STONATHAN COME ON!!! IF WE CHANT IT ENOUGH TIMES IT WILL BECOME CANON!! READ FIC IMMEDIATELY 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Baking

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Synopsys: Steve, Jonathan, and their single shared brain cell bake cookies together. It'll be a miracle if Steve doesn't set the kitchen on fire.

A/N: @vecnaline, here is your Stonathan baking cookies fic, as promised! Have some big brother Jonathan spicing, too! ❤️‍🩹

"Why do I have to be here?" Steve asks with a slight pout while flicking through the pages of Joyce's cookbook, searching for the recipe for Joyce's magical-tasting cookies. Cooking was not in his Sunday's to-do list.

"Because I need help, and the sooner I finish this, the better," Jonathan replies from the other side of the kitchen, fishing the necessary ingredients from the cabinets and fridge.

"Yeah, but why me?"

"Because you're my boyfriend, and I asked for your help," Jonathan replies, sending Steve a glance that's a mixture of sternness and playfulness. "Besides, we both know you can't say 'no' to me." He puts the ingredients on the table and grabs a bowl and other cooking tools.

Steve's pout deepens at Jonathan's words, but he can't stop a grin from taking over his face. Indeed, he can't say no to Jonathan. Why? Because he likes to make Jonathan happy! And spending time with Jonathan and making him happy makes Steve happy. It's a win-win for both of them.

"You play dirty, Byers. I respect that." He winks at Jonathan and sets the book on the table, pointing to the desired recipe.

Jonathan's eyes skim through the page, memorizing the necessary ingredients and required quantities, nodding to himself.

"Steve, cream the butter and sugars for me while I fetch the eggs and the vanilla."

"Aye, aye, babe!" Steve salutes his boyfriend before adding the slightly melted butter and white and brown sugar into the bowl.

Jonathan fetches the carton of eggs from the fridge, carefully removing them from their cardboard confinement, careful not to drop them. His hands are a little slippery from the butter, and the last thing he needs is crumbled eggs on the floor. Maybe he should wash them before—

"Ah, shit!"

Steve's voice cuts through Jonathan's thoughts. He flinches in surprise, and while attempting to prevent the eggs from falling off his hands, he tightens his grip on them, inadvertently crushing one. Jonathan sighs in annoyance at feeling the gooey egg white and yolk slipping through his fingers and the shards of the shell falling to the ground.

"What happened, Steve—?" A portion of the butter/sugar mixture stains on Steve's shirt and the whisk on the floor.

"I was whisking the fucking dough and it splattered out!"

Jonathan sets the one intact egg on the counter and pinches the bridge of his nose with his other hand, forgetting that it is still dirty with butter and only remembering it when feeling the slippery texture on his nose skin.

"Just... Be careful, Steve." He grabs a paper towel to clean the mess on the floor and wash his hands (and face) clean, while Steve nods and goes back to whisking the dough, gentler this time. "Now I need to grab one more—"

Crack!

"—Egg."

The other egg rolled off the counter and splattered on the floor. Jonathan sighs louder and mentally counts to three before cleaning the new mess and getting the eggs, putting them inside a small bowl to ensure they won't roll off.

What else did he need to get other than the eggs? Ah, vanilla!

Jonathan cracks the eggs into the bowl and adds the vanilla before Steve starts whisking again.

"Be gentle." He admonishes his boyfriend, sending Steve a glare.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be gentle with the damn crap," Steve grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes, but heeds Jonathan's order and whisks the dough as gently as possible. "Ugh, why do we need to bake cookies? Can't you buy them like every other normal person?"

Jonathan rolls his eyes at Steve's protest while measuring the flour in a cup.

"Because El said she wanted to eat the cookies mom makes."

"So why isn't your mom making them?"

"Because she's out having lunch with dad," Hopper, he means. "And El had a rough first week at school, okay? Some cookies will improve her mood."

"Awwww, aren't you the best big brother in all the world, Jonny!" Steve teases his boyfriend with a grin, receiving a glare from Jonathan.

Despite the teasing, Steve actually thinks Jonathan is the best brother in the world. He's seen Jonathan caring for his siblings multiple times, the way he braids El's hair and patiently answers all her questions, compliments Will's drawings and ruffles his hair, how he bends almost entirely to their every whim but still maintains a level of 'big brother authority.'

"You're staring, Harrington," Jonathan comments, glancing at Steve and noticing he's staring at him with those big brown and beautiful eyes.

"Not my fault you have a good-looking ass, Byers." He smirked in return while Jonathan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, approaching him with the cup of flour.

"Ha-ha, hilarious, Harrington. My eyes are up here, you know?"

"Yeah, I know, they're pretty, too, by the way."

"Flattery will take you everywhere, Harrington," Jonathan smiles at him, a mixture of playfulness and love, before his attention returns to the cup of flour. "Okay, hold the bowl steady for me. I'm gonna add the flour and the chocolate chi—"

"ACHOO!"

A cloud of flour blows into his face and hair because of Steve's sneeze.

Steve's eyes widen, and colour drains from his face. He's just as pale as Jonathan's flour covered face.

Ah, fuck.

He's just lost tonight's little spoon privileges. He knows it.

"C-crap, babe, I'm so sorry! It's j-just... Flour tickles my nose, and I—"

"Shush, Steve." Steve's mouth clumps shut at Jonathan's harsh tone. Yeah, he can say bye-bye to the little spoon privileges. Jonathan sighs in annoyant resignation and clean his face with his sleeve, sending Steve an irate glare. "Just... Hold the bowl for me. And don't sneeze."

Steve can only nod, looking like a scolded puppy, while Jonathan adds the flour to the mixture, followed by the chocolate chips.

He snatches the bowl from Steve's hand and whisks the dough until it reaches the perfect texture - not too dry or crumbly.

Jonathan rolls the cookies while Steve preheats the oven, placing them evenly apart on a baking sheet and then into the oven to bake for 10 minutes.

As the oven door closes, Jonathan lets out a sigh of relief. His hair and face are sprinkled with flour. The floor is still sticky because of the eggs. There's dough on the floor and on Steve's shirt. Overall? The kitchen is a mess, and now they have to clean it.

To ensure they won't forget about the cookies, Jonathan sets a timer for 10 minutes, and they start cleaning the kitchen. Steve takes advantage of his dirty T-shirt and uses it as a perfect excuse to grab one of Jonathan's shirts. He smiles like a little kid as he slips on his boyfriend's yellow sweater while Jonathan rolls his eyes, knowing he'll never see this sweater again.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen is sparkly clean, the dishes washed, and the cookies are cooling on the counter. Jonathan glaces at his watch and smiles at the time. Perfect! Will and El will be home from their little get-together at Dustin's house in a while, and the cookies will be at the ideal temperature and ready to be eaten by then.

He can't wait to see El's eyes widening like saucers once she sees the cookies—

"Ouch! It's hot!"

"Steve! Don't eat the cookies!"

If Steve doesn't eat them all first and gets himself third degree burns in the process.

"Cookies?" Admiration is evident in El's tone as she eyes the big plate of cookies Jonathan's holding out to her. Besides her, Will's mouth salivates at the sight of the sweet treats.

Jonathan smiles at his sister and nods, gesturing for her to take one. "Yeah, El! We made them for you! They're not as good as mom's - definitely not - but I hope you like them still."

El grabs one cookie and wastes no time in biting it. Her eyes widen, and a small "hm!" sound escapes her lips. Will grabs one and repeats his sister's gesture, savouring the cookies.

"Damn, these are really good, Jonathan!"

El nods, agreeing with Will's words. She looks at Jonathan with a bright smile and steps forward, wrapping her arms around his waist in gratitude.

"Thank you, Jonathan."

Jonathan chuckles softly in response and returns the hug, one hand caressing her still slightly short hair.

"You're welcome, El. I'm glad you liked it."

"Ahem." Steve clears his throat, breaking the tender moment between the Hopper-Byers siblings, his arms crossed, and sending them a playfully annoyed glare. "I helped, too, y'know? Where's my hug? Lil' Hopper?"

El giggles at her nickname and goes to give Steve a hug, too. He grins and reciprocates the gesture, ruffling her curly hair.

Jonathan watches the scene of his boyfriend and little sister together and smiles fondly, glad the people he loves the most in the world are getting together nicely.

Will, however, notices something and raises an eyebrow, "Jonathan, why is there flour in your hair?"

"Mind your own business, buddy." Jonathan smirks at his little brother and ruffles his hair. Will protests and tries - in vain - to swat his older brother's hand away.

Smashed eggs, flour-covered hair, and messy kitchen aside, it was worth it. Not only did Jonathan made his siblings happy, but he also spent quality time with his boyfriend, a win-win situation for everyone.

Well, almost everyone. Because Jonathan still took Steve's little spoon privileges away.

Sneezing flour into his face was too much. Jonathan's not that lenient.

Steve was unhappy about sleeping so far away from his boyfriend (barely 20 centimeters apart), but that's alright. He waited until Jonathan was asleep to snuggle closer to him.

Win-win for everyone!

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billy hargrove affirmations

- your ass is perfect

- you don't cry

- you don't need emotional support

- you don't feel anything

- you don't need validation from men

- you don't need validation from women

- you're the hottest guy in town

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vecna, seeing a gay boy named william: yoink

vecna, seeing another gay boy named william: i'm starting a collection. yoink

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jason carver the type of guy to say "i don't need therapy i have jesus" while repeatedly checking his drink to confirm no spider crawled into it while he wasn't looking