#i offered

[natinkart]

a friend of mine, who knows NOTHING about tf2, had agreed to watching emesis blue with me and I'm currently making a powerpoint presentation to explain to them the game basis, the characters and some of the concepts of the film

it's nat's yapping time bois >:)

[goodmorninghawkins]

steve freakin the fuck out because he cant find his lucky socks

oh my god anon i fucking love you <3

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they’re gone, Steve thinks.

it’s not something he planned. hell, it’s not something he ever considered. he expects to open his drawer, find the pink-background-and-yellow-brown-green-pineapples there like they always are. expects the dependable, expects the common, the usual.

the spot is empty.

he starts to sweat. he can feel his heartbeat quicken, his palms turn sweaty as he empties out his hamper and they are not there either.

he denies the panic life force, at least the time it takes him to run down the stairs. an Olympic medalist would be jealous of his speed, although that is not a thought Steve thinks. Steve, in fact, is incapable of coherent thought.

no, Steve’s only thought is where are they? the line repeats itself in his mind, over and over. where? where! where are they?! 

he doubts himself momentarily but Steve knows his lucky socks, pineapples and all, were in his drawer this morning. he knows, because each  morning he takes a second to caress them. some mornings, when he feels in need of particular luck--well. he doesn’t wear them, because he feels that would be bad luck. he just picks them up from his drawer. kisses them, sometimes, pushing his nose into the soft, fabric-fresh material to inhale deeply and talk to himself sternly. you can do it, Steve Hargr-ington. you can do it, Steve. you can. you can.

today is the first time in many years that he must leave the house without any type of encouragement. he doesn’t eat lunch. he doesn’t brush his teeth. he only stares at that empty, empty spot in his drawer. the only thing Steve does not do is cry, and that is because his tear ducts are broken, or at least they are usually.

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in school Steve goes through the ordinary motions like he always does. it’s boring, he thinks, maybe, because he is too out of it to feel bored at all. he doesn’t feel at all, in fact. Steve only is.

it isn’t until fifth period, PE, with the basketball team, that he snaps out of it

there

right there

on billy hargrove’s feet--billy, whose name deserves no capital letters in Steve’s book--billy, who is the biggest dickish dick in the Hawkins school system (primary and secondary, including teachers)--billy

billy is wearing socks

billy doesn’t usually wear socks. billy usually goes barefeet and bare balls. today, his bare hairy ass is facing Steve and ordinarily he would be distracted by that but today it is the pink softness on his feet, today it is the pink-yellow-brownness of the pattern

today it is the socks that are Steve’s that are on billy’s god-damn fucking feet

“billy” Steve says

billy only looks at him. he wiggles his toes. wiggles his brows. then slides his feet into his shoes and Steve watches the pineapples disappear, one by one, and he doesn’t know what to do

not with this information

not with what life means to him

not with what the actual fuck he is going to do now--except push his own bare toes into his gym shoes and get some god damn big blisters while playing basketball. 

the cronch of billy’s toes under his heels, as he deliberately (kind of) steps on them, is kind of satisfying at least

[swagging-back-to]

got to vent to my housemates

[wtfuckevenknows]

@loveconquersall is so extra, she’s having her lunch flown in from the UK 😂

[mayariviolet]

Unfortunately, and way too late, did I come to realize how important I became at work.

[shatterthefragments]

FUCK ME

[arsenicxarcana]

I did trans his gender for one (1) commission (18+) but I should do more