#protectshawkins

[populhairity-a-blog]

@protectshawkins: Glares

[ Sweats in Harrington ]

[onebigerrcr]

to avoid spamming your dashboard, i just combined all of these into one post. so thank you SO much to these people for sending me love and support for my portrayal of robin buckley. i have had moments of doubt where i think i’m either a) not doing her justice or b) just getting her all wrong in general or c) both. however, i have gotten a surprising amount of lovely compliments on my writing and i am truly, eternally grateful. because of you, i gain a little extra confidence, which in turn encourages me to continue playing such a wonderful character!

so thank you, thank you, thank you! you guys are honestly the real mvps!

@suburbanprincesstm, @freakfink, @protectshawkins, @bluebracelet, & @populhairity

[justicescreaming]

protectshawkins replied to your post: Who's better in bed Lonnie Hop or Bob?

Hop vc: It’s me like we even have to pretend.

Joyce vc: this is still getting ridiculous

[astra11]

I didn't give your pet raccoons away.. Oh wait I did.

“Give. Them. Back. NOW.”

[faegrifted]

protectshawkins replied to your post: Random sexual harassment from @protectshawkins...

Thats for giving him shit about being salty with Joyce! Also he says your a tattle tale.

SORRY! SHE CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HER TRAUMA.

[vexeddetective]

@protectshawkins continued from x

“Just go inside, knock first.” These were the words Gavin was giving upon asking about where to find Hopper. His truck was crashed on the side of the road one day, and the next it was gone. He still hadn’t come to work in those few days, so Gavin felt it was right to be concerned.

So he went, following the shitty instructions and driving his bike into the woods. It turned out that finding Hopper’s house was easy. Avoiding the goddamn booby traps was another issue altogether.

But he made it into Hopper’s house, just in time to get a glimpse of the nasty looking wound all down his superior’s side. Any comments he made were met with, “I just need the pills on the desk.” Ever one to prove he knew best, Gavin completely ignored what Hopper said, moving into the bathroom to dig around. 

“you got any more of those bandages, hops? like gauze and shit.” If he didn’t, Gavin had some in his bike bags, but those were more emergency stash kind of supplies.

“and don’t even fucking think about moving,” Gavin said, turning his head a little to check that Hopper was in the same place he’d last been seen. “i’m patching your dumbass up whether you like it or not.”

[troublewheeler]

DID YOU REALLY BUY JANE A PROMISE RING?!

for the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie! (1/5)

“ are you INSANE?! do i look like i got that kinda cash on me? ”

[populhairity-a-blog]

-Pets your hair.- soo El brought home raccoons said it was your idea...

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me... She’s out for me at this point.”