now @dustinhendrsn

anna; recently remade!

[prevdustinhendrsn]

moved!

hey ya’ll - due to some dumb account issues and a whole bunch of whack stuff, I’m remaking the account entirely and this will be the last post on this blog. I’m still dustinhendrsn, just on a new account, so come follow me over there!

[lydstilinsk]

it’s june 2019 and stydia still deserved better

[nessa007]

New York Magazine (2017)

Rolling Stone Colombia (2019)

[prevdustinhendrsn]

Thank you for the follow angel!!!! Nice to meet you 🥰❤️

hey!! nice to meet you too!! always glad to see a new face around here💚

[sanhapup]

[dcbicki]

you’re in love with a man who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling.                     – sunlit lovers

[maxmayfield]

Sometimes, they lay together. In the field behind the Hoppers’ new place in grass that’s so long they can barely see each other over its wispy blades when their shoulders brush the hard earth. But El can feel Mike’s fingers drawing gentle circles across her upturned palms and she can hear his low sniffles, allergy medication still kicking in. She smiles up at the bright sky, sun warming her cheeks and she knows he’s there with her.

Sometimes they sit together. On the swings in the park, their sneakered feet digging into the damp sand as they abruptly stop their swinging. Mike’s head spins as he laughs, his heart still soaring twelve or so feet off the ground. El always swings higher—the perks of telekinesis—but he never turns down her offer to compete. Smiling wide, hair dishevelled in the humidity, Mike reaches out and takes El’s hand in his own, loving the sound of her unreserved laughter.

Sometimes they stand together. Feet planted firmly on the cracked tiles of Starcourt Mall, twisted vines strangling the once bright storefronts. Somewhere nearby, around a darkened corner, a deep growl echoes and El’s fists clench tighter. There’s the familiar taste of rust, the ringing in her ears, as things around her begin to float. And as much as she wants to push him away, she’s glad to have Mike beside her, helping keep her fear at bay. She can feel his quickened breath on her shoulder, hear the nervous grinding of his teeth. And for just a moment, she lets herself glance away from the inevitable horror stalking them. She looks at Mike, their eyes locking as she gives him a lopsided grin, telling him that everything is going to be okay.

[dcbicki]

24 and 97 for mileven! can't wait to read

Keep in mind I haven’t written anything substantial for Mileven in well over two months so this is a kind of rough head-first dive to get me back in the mix but… I’m back, nonetheless! And I come bearing fluff and feels aplenty!

polychrome and sweetness; sweetheart you’re perfection

24. “I know it’s the middle of the night but can you come over, please?” & 97. “How do you always manage to look so perfect?”

“I know it’s the middle of the night,” El speaks into her com, soft voice muffled by what Mike can only assume is her pillow, the orange one with the frills around the edges, “but can you come over, please?”

He knows he probably shouldn’t. He’s got school – last day of eighth grade – first thing in the morning, and his mom’s still pissed at him for skipping math last Friday. (But, you know, Hopkins was a dick teacher so Mike feels it’s totally justified).

Besides, he can just rush back home in the morning and take a page from Steve’s book and climb up a drainpipe… that is if Hopper hasn’t already found him and kicked him out on his ass by then. Which, yeah, that’s likely what’s going to happen.

Keep reading

[gr-ogu]

I can’t lose you again. You won’t lose me.

[hawkinslibrary]

i can f i n d save them

[swifit]

Peter leans in close and says, “You only like guys you don’t have a shot with, because you’re scared. What are you so scared of?” I back away from him, right into the wall. “I’m not scared of anything.” “The hell you’re not. You’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.”

[palmviolet]

nancy wheeler + orange ( requested by @jewishnancy )

[fiona-widdershins]

The love I have for you is a love that knows no bounds.

[sparklypeter]

ǝɹǝɥ ʎllɐuᴉɟ sᴉ ʇᴉ

[elevsen-deactivated20190306]

Your priest, your postman, your teacher, the world at large. They won’t believe any of this.

[hairrington-blog]

Listen. I messed up, okay. I messed– I messed up. I just want to make things right.

[moonlovie-deactivated20211205]

Elite Daily Photo-shoot // Madelaine Petsch