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made a meme about myself :D
my proudest creation
crossposted from twitter; og post here
old art i made for valentine's day this year
og text; "hi chat i'm 5 days late but i'm back from the depths of my sarcophagus :) happy skibidi valetine's day <333" link to og post here
cw; suggestive || skibidi toilet yuri lol
i figured that while this post is getting popular on twitter (TWITTER PLUG JUMPSCARE HERE AUG H you can find og post/my twitter here :) )
i would upload it here as well for all of you who hate musk as much as i do :)
you've all heard of skibidi toilet yaoi. now get ready for
enjoy :)
I miss him so much, I hate the duffer brothers so much 😔😔😔
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watch season 4 on netflix now🩸
Y’all can love billy that’s fine but don’t go making excuses for his actions. Yes he was abused by his father and his mother left, but that did not give him any right to take his anger out on little children and people he went to school with. He was a victim obviously, but instead of breaking the cycle of abuse, he built onto it. You cannot blame everything on his piece of shit father or absent mother. He was still racist and almost killed LITTLE CHILDREN with his car in case y’all forgot. Find comfort in whatever character you want, but please don’t give excuses for behavior like this, whether the person is real or not.
He did deserve better tho, I’ll give you that.
When you don’t update a story for nearly a year.
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Updates coming!
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Pairing: Eventual Steve x Original Female Character, Steve x Darlene Henderson, Dustin x Darlene (idiot siblings are idiots)
Summary: Life in Hawkins is about to get strange.
Word Count: 851
Warning(s): Uh…cussing?
A/N: I really wanted to write about an OC that I’ve been playing around with for a while. I hope you like her because I love her. I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I plan on writing more of her. You’re welcome in advance.
Nov. 6, 1983
Dear Diary,
I keep having this recurring dream nightmare…
Darlene sat at her desk, the faint sound of Waterloo came from her record player, a finished English paper sat off to the side of her. The 16 year old was hunched over a composition book, a pen scratching across the page in looping letters. She often hid the notebook among her school books in an attempt to keep her younger brother’s prying eyes out. She was so hyper focused on the diary that she didn’t hear her door open and her mother’s voice. Only being pulled from her writing when a hand touched her shoulder. Jumping, she spun around to see the slightly amused face of her mother.
“Hey jumpy, everything alright honey?” Claudia smiled down at her daughter.
“Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine, just...journalling. The usual.”
Nodding, her mother sat on the end of the bed. “Barb called, I told her you were finishing homework and would call her back. I also called Mrs. Wheeler and told her to have Dusty go ahead and ride his bike.”
Darlene looked at the clock on her wall, it was past 9. She had meant to be on her way to pick up her younger brother from his friends house. “Oh shit, mom I’m sorry.” She turned back to her mother.
“Darlene!” Claudia looked only slightly appalled at her daughter’s language.
“Sorry.”
“Listen, go ahead and get ready for bed. Dustin will be home soon and you can repay him by taking him to school tomorrow okay?” Claudia stood up, moving to kiss her daughter’s head. “And try to get some sleep. You need it.” Her mother smiled, heading towards the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
Darlene just sat there for a moment before turning back to her diary. She looked at it for a long moment and ended up adding a little more before closing it and standing from her desk. Finally able to stretch after sitting for so many hours. The satisfying pops and cracks coming from the stiff joints. On her way to her dresser, she paused for a moment to turn the volume up. She let her eyes close, taking a moment to let the music flow through her. She opened her eyes once again before looking through the drawers of folded clothes until she finally found pajamas to wear. On her way out of her room, she tossed them onto the bed and crossed the hall to the shared bathroom. With a scoff of disgust she kicked her brother’s dirty clothes towards the hamper. She was washing her face when she heard the front door open and the sound of Dustin and their mother talking, though she couldn’t make out any of the conversation. After a moment she heard his footsteps coming up to their rooms.
“...getting my X-Men 134! I can’t believe it, I didn’t even say go. He cheated!”
Poking her head out of the bathroom, she smiled at her brother. “Come tell me about the session, bubs.” And quickly, her younger brother’s mood changed upon seeing his sister.
Dustin sat in the bathroom with Darlene as she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, only to drag her into his room while he got ready for bed as well. All the while telling her about the hours they spent looking for the Thessalhydra and encountering a Demogorgon. By the time the fight began, it was time for everyone to go home.
Darlene, who was ever the fantasy nerd like her brother, hung on every word. In the spare time she had with the boys during the summer months and any time they were off school, she would often be found alongside them in the Wheeler’s basement. Either weaving her own tales or helping Mike with his. The longer she sat there listening the later it was getting and she still needed to change. She stood up from the desk chair and headed towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, looking towards his sister from where he sat on the edge of his bed.
“Well, you and I both need to sleep. I’m driving you to school tomorrow, mom will have my head if I don’t.” She walked over and ruffled his hair. “Get some sleep.”
“Oh, okay! Goodnight!”
“Night.” She left the room, closing the door behind her. Going back into her own room, she shut the door before changing into the pajamas she set out for herself a little while before. Once dressed for bed, Darlene moved once again to her record player and turned off her music.
Shutting off the lights, she crawled into bed and snuggled under the warm blankets. She didn't realize how tired she had been until she got into bed, her eyes drooping as she reached over for her book. She probably wouldn't get too far tonight in her quest to finish Interview with the Vampire but, she was going to try her damnedest to get a few pages in. Five minutes later the book was forgotten as she slipped into sleep.
i love reading all those st5 theories knowing damn well how wrong and delulu we all were before st4 but oh well. i guess im gonna be delulu again and noone can stop me
Eddie and Billy would've loved slipknot
Idc what you mfs say. Steve Harrington would listen to Sex, Drugs, Etc by beach weather
is he’s not babysitting, he’s third wheeling
St. Francis of Assisi, founder of the Franciscans.
Did you know his nickname was "Il Poverello" or The Poor little Man.
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I've always seen him as generous and warm man, and I can imagine him being lively and extroverted. Someone you'd like to be friends with.
lumax means so much to me i love them i love them i love them
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