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i really wonder what

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bad media will piss you off good media will heal your soul bad media that couldve been good will ruin your life forever
i really wonder what
Dustin hugs to cure the soul - part one
Season one:
Quarry hug
Hospital hug
Season two:
El, Lucas, and Dustin reunion hug
Group hug after Billy threatened Lucas
canon Jancy / Stancy love triangle
me: YAWN this is so boring
thinking about the parallels and contrasts between a completely invented Nancy / Steve / Dustin love triangle
me: ok well now we’re talking
A quick comic because they can take closeted bi Adam from my cold, dead hands
new reaction pic just dropped
STRANGER THINGS ▸ 2.01 chapter one: MADMAX
Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.
Oh I do not like the color scheme of the new asexual flag design. I respect the creator for updating the meanings of each color and being more inclusive, but like the yellow and pink clash horrifically and now it looks like shit next to the aro flag. I guess people are being horrible to the person who made it which is shitty, but yeah. No. Not ever using that design thanks
you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.
you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.
you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.
you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.
you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.
you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.
you have to be kind. you have to be kind.
Eddie: on it queen
I've only had COVID a singular time and my experience was pretty different to a lot of folks, but for about a year after I had severe joint pain that has slowly been improving, first few months I could like not hold a pen without being in pain, now I just occasionally get like...flare ups, but so far my medical tests haven't shown any specific diseases or disorders.
Anyway it's cold right now and I've been so stressed this last week that I'm getting a flare up again and writing hurts 😭😭
every day of my life i read someone being like “why doesn’t this story just solve the problem immediately and casually? they just drag it out and make it an issue” well. because that’s the Story
Dustin sat on the floor, Hannah between his legs as they watched Highschool Musical 2 for what was maybe the seventh time that week. She kicked her feet, both of them singing along with every song. Steve walked into the living room, a small smile on his face as he watched two people he loved more than anything just enjoying themselves with a silly movie.
"Your butt isn't numb yet?" Steve asked, walking over to sit down on the couch beside them, handing Dustin a beer.
"Of course not," Dustin said, in mock offense. Steve was pretty sure Dustin would cut off his own leg to make Hannah comfortable. "After we finish this, we're watching- what are we watching, Banana?"
"Happy Feet," Hannah said, tilting her head back to look up at her dad. "Can we have popcorn?"
"Yeah, but I'll have to sample it to make sure it isn't poisoned." Steve told her, reaching out to ruffle her hair. It was curly, like Dustin's, regardless of the two not being related at all - it wasn't uncommon for people to think she was his, not Steve's. Granted, Dustin took her out almost at much as he did.
Hannah just sent him a devastatingly withering look for a 5 year old, that was almost certainly something she picked up from Steve. "I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad."
Dustin had to hide his smile, biting his lip. Steve was lucky that he'd taken them in, when he had. Getting laid off the way he had, the way so many people he'd known had been, would have been catastrophic on a normal day, let alone being a single father. Dustin, had been spared the worst of the recession as a programmer, and he already had bought his own home. Which, he immediately opened to Steve and Hannah. Steve offered to pay rent at least, as soon as he found work, but Dustin told him to shove it.
"That so, kiddo?" Steve asked Hannah with a half smile. "You want to help me pay taxes this year?"
She rolled her eyes, letting out an over exaggerated sigh. "No, dad."
"She is your spawn, through and through." Dustin said quietly, with a small laugh. Steve just bumped his shoulder with his knee, not denying it.
"I'm not a dumb little kid like Carson, okay?" Hannah huffed; Lucas' youngest followed her around like a puppy dog whenever they came by the visit, it was pretty cute, though Lucas and Max both are quick to tell him to back off when Hannah actually got uncomfortable.
"I know stuff." Hannah said, pulling her legs up to her chest. "Like how you and Uncle Dustin are in love."
Steve choked on nothing, and Dustin spluttered on his beer. Hannah tilted her head back to look at them, feigning innocence, which she definitely got from Dustin.
"What are you..." Steve trailed off, half hearted. He couldn't lie to her, but he and Dustin hadn't really...discussed things. Neither of them expected the other to reciprocate whatever their feelings were. Neither of them were young men any longer. Steve knew he was still an attractive man, but he wasn't a pretty young man anymore - and Dustin wasn't a cute little weirdo. Well, no, Steve thought to himself. He still thought of Dustin as a cute little weirdo, but he was definitely a grown man.
And yet, they both still ended up gravitating towards one another. At first, it was just late night chats like they used to have, before Steve's brief disaster of a marriage. They talked for hours, feeling like no time had passed between them.
He wasn't sure who acted first, the first time they kissed.
But, they'd been sneaking them ever since. Amongst other things they did and hid from Hannah.
"Love?" Steve repeated quietly, eyes darting to Dustin, who'd turned to look up at him. He bit his lip, but didn't say anything. "... You're a smart kid, not sure who you got it from. Definitely wasn't me." Steve said after a second, swallowing hard. Hannah practically preened at the compliment.
"I know - I got it from my other dad."
Dustin snapped his head to Hannah, and his eyes looked wet; he loved her so much but clearly didn't think she viewed him as much more than a family friend. Her other dad. Yeah, Steve thought that sounded about right. He moved from the couch, down onto the rug next to Dustin, leaning against him.
"...Your dads are going to eat all your popcorn." Steve warned her, and that got a cry of actual betrayal from his daughter.
Remember when Lil Nas X beautifully explored his sexuality, seduced and killed the devil to the banger of all time, and instead of cheering on this openly gay and proud Black artist for his artistry and fighting back against respectability politics, suddenly said respectability politics was all the Queerest Place on the Internet cared about? Hm. Wonder what happened there.
Anyway I miss him and hope he's doing better with his mental health 🙏🏾
"Okay, let's go." Dustin said, walking out of his bedroom. Steve stood up from where he'd been flipping through a magazine on the couch waiting for him. It had a bunch of weird medieval looking clothes in it and then a section of it was just sex toys, that had Steve looking at them a bit sideways. When he looked up at Dustin, he had the same reaction.
"Seriously?" Steve asked, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "You're going to get us hit wearing that..."
Dustin blinked at him, then down at his outfit. Chunky boots, a heavy coat, one of his usual bright shirts, and then his kilt. "What's wrong with it? I wear stuff like this all the time."
Steve sent him a withering look, "not with a skirt, Henderson."
"It's a kilt, Harrington." Dustin mimicked him. "And, who cares even if it is a skirt? It's just cloth, Steve. Cloth doesn't have a sex. It's just fabric."
"You're going to give me a migraine, I swear..." Steve muttered to himself, shaking his head. "The cloth might not, but people do, and if they see you, a guy, in a skirt, they're going to talk."
Dustin choked on a laugh, gesturing at himself. "Oh, that's never happened to me before! You know what, you're right. I should live my life in a way that makes it so no one else thinks I'm weird or strange! God forbid I ever get bullied for being different! Let me just, uhh....rewind about 20 years of my life. I'll just stop being me in the womb, that'll help!"
Steve's shoulders fell, letting out a short puff through his nose. "Okay, okay, I get it, Dustin. Look, I don't...I don't want you to not be you, I just don't like hearing people calling you names."
Dustin didn't say much to that, just sent him another pointed stare. He got called names all of the time, nearly daily. "I'm not changing. I like it. I'm not confused or insane, I just think fashion trends are stupid. I'm perfectly comfortable in my body. I'm just a guy who likes experimenting with clothes. Plus, skirts are super comfortable down stairs, if you know what I mean. You should try it."
Steve just laughed, moving to grab his jacket off the back of the couch. "Been there, done that... Okay, Macbeth, let's go to the movies..."
Dustin went to follow him before the comment sunk in, and he grabbed hard on the back of Steve's sweater to stop him dead in his tracks, eyes wide, mouth ajar. "... You've worn skirts? Steve Harrington wore- what?"
Steve looked over his shoulder at him, with a small confused frown. "Haven't I talked to you about that before? Shit, maybe it was Robin? No, I thought I'd eventually become a girl when I was a kid, so I was always stealing my mom's stuff, or my cousin's dresses. Then, you know, puberty happened."
Dustin stared at him like he'd just admitted to secretly being part of the Rainbow Room or something, as though his entire world had just shifted sideways and upside down. He'd never seen Dustin so gobsmacked before. It was kinda nice.
"What?" Steve asked with a cautious laugh. "I was just a dumb kid. Kids play dress up."
"You... I'm sorry, how long?" Dustin breathed out, going from not blinking at all to blinking rapidly. "Until puberty?"
Steve thought about it, he remembered his kindergarten teacher lecturing him about it. "like...4 or 5, to about 12? Then, they explained to me I was just idealizing girls because, you know, I'm a guy. It was normal, totally common. I got over it."
Dustin just silently shook his head, mouth still open. "I don't think that's common, Steve..."
Steve just rolled his eyes, and grabbed for the doorknob, tossing it open and marching down the hall towards the staircase. He could hear Dustin curse, then start to jog after him, complaining about his long legs. "We have movie tickets to go to, Henderson, walk and talk, walk and talk."
"You- seriously, Steve?! You can't drop that on me and run away!" Dustin complained, before catching up, holding onto Steve's sleeve. Steve would never admit it, but he liked it when Dustin hung onto him.
"There's nothing to talk about. I was a dumb kid, thought I was a girl. I grew up." So, yeah, he used to dress up, pretended to be a be a princess in need of rescue from a knight in shining armor - but, that wasn't how the world worked. He didn't grow up to be a girl, and that was that.
He said as much to Dustin as they went down the stairs. Occasionally the memory would come to him as he went about his life, sometimes Steve wondered what kind of life he'd have if he had gotten his wish. But, he pushed it to the side. He had bills, responsibility.
"Steve..." Dustin said as they reached the first floor. Steve looked up at him, where Dustin had stopped. He looked...sad? "... If you ever want to dress up again, I'll help you?"
It was getting late, they were going to miss the previews.
"What's it going to accomplish?" Steve asked with a frown. "Not like it's a magic wand. I'm not a girl, Dustin. Do you see how much body hair I have? And don't you dare say anything about your Nonna."
Dustin didn't respond for a minute, he just took a couple steps down, so they were more at eye level. "... If I had a magic wand, would you want to be a girl instead of a guy?"
"Yeah," Steve answered instantly. Wasn't it obvious? "Who wouldn't? All guys do."
Dustin smiled, just barely, and it didn't meet his eyes. "Let's go see our movie. You're staying the night after, right?"
That, too, should be obvious.
"We can talk later." Dustin told him, hopping down the final step. "And... you know, I'm no Knight, just a bard. But, you can still be my princess."
Steve rolled his eyes, lightly elbowing him as they opened the door into the lobby. "Yeah, sure, okay. I'm still driving, though."
I just had an argument with someone who was like “why would we settle for food stamps when we could have universal basic income?”
And it’s just like. People need food right now you know.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
the final chapter of “are you still mine?” has been posted, and I’m feeling strangely sad to leave behind these versions of Steve and Dustin that @kingdustin and I wrote together.
If I can get earnest for a moment, we’ve drawn on some of our own struggles as a couple facing religious homophobia and unsupportive parents to depict the small-town homophobia of Hawkins. It has been really cathartic to return to some emotions and memories that I haven’t dwelt on in years, and to explore that pain through the act of writing, and to see people respond to it with such care and empathy.
One of the most unexpected things about writing this story has been how much I enjoyed writing Chrissy Cunningham and her journey toward bravery and independence out of a narrow, religious mindset. It makes me happy to see readers enjoy her character growth, too.
This is far and away the longest, most complicated story I’ve ever worked on, and it’s only because I had an amazing writing partner in @kingdustin (literally being married made this possible lol). It was a true act of creative collaboration.
Thanks to everyone who read, followed along and commented, and everyone who is continuing to catch up on this crazy
Genuinely has been one of the best creative experiences of my life. This fic is deeply personal for both of us and is a joy to have out in the world as a finished story.
Love you @crashoutkingsteve ❤️