Get smooched!

Do y'all remember being a kid and trying to read in the car while it was dark outside and your parents wouldn’t let you turn on the light so you would try to grab snatches of sentences when you passed by street lights

shane: since our rookie season

ilya: i didn’t set up an ad campaign with the two of us together, call you pretty, tease you in the shower, and then almost get caught by your mom in the elevator for you to get our anniversary wrong. since summer before, shane

you never realize how many pictures are on Tumblr until your internet is bad

reading tough guy (almost done) and i love these two as if they were me. like i relate SOOOO hard to ryan omg.

Ilya Rozanov on his way to annoy every single queer hockey player in the Game Changers series

Because @snapshotmaestro is reading Tough Guy I am here to spread the Omar-Rudberg-as-Fabian-Salah propaganda. How do I get his agent on the phone with Jacob Tierney?

big fan of how hudson williams hit hollywood like a canonball. he runs around like a little chaos gremlin pushing all the made up rules off the windowsill with his paw then stands by connor storrie like that makes him untouchable and it does.

In hindsight being a “gifted kid” is so funny. You have substantial difficulties with socializing and fine motor skills but we’re going to ignore that because you’re really good at reading chapter books

We don't need to raise this one because it can read novels.

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Still thinking about @HawkinsBNBG’s post. Particularly about what kind of scenario would have to happen to get a de-aged Steve. I’ve come up with a half-baked angsty idea and this one that is probably funny to just me.

(Spoilers to season five btw)

Nancy shoots the exotic matter and instead of melting through the floor, everyone is a different age now. Steve is five. Dustin is thirty-six.

Dustin is thirty-six, not as tall as he was hoping, and the de facto leader of this ragtag group now since Jonathan is the world’s scrawniest twelve year old and Nancy is senior citizen.

And Steve is five.

And afraid of thunderstorms.

And Dustin apparently can’t hold the squirming five year old in an oversized sweater right so Jonathan is giving him a piggyback ride out of the Upside Down.

He’s pretty sure they’re conspiring against him even though he has stated, “For the record, I didn’t kidnap anyone. I am quite literally taking you home.”

“My house is that way.”

“This isn’t Hawkins,” Dustin tells the five year old. Again. “Do you not listen? This is the Upside Down. Its-“

“That’s what a kidnapper would say.”

“Why would-“

“My dad said that he won’t pay a random do you better let me go.“

“I - Jesus,” He swears and then twists around to where Nancy was fucking around thirty paces away. “Any help, Nance?”

“What?” She calls back because she can’t hear for shit in her old age.

Dustin swears one more time, takes a breath, and resigns himself to the fact that he owes Hopper an apology. How did he put up with this for so long?

He opens his mouth to say one more thing and then flinches when a round of shots fire off from behind them.

“Got ‘em,” Nancy says as she lowers her gun and grins. She apparently can’t see for shit either because-

“Nancy, that is a tree.”

Envisioning Joyce taking Jonathan and Steve to the store to get clothes that fit since they don’t know how long they’re going to be like this. Robin goes too because that’s her Steve.

“We’re supposed to be looking at shoes, kiddo,” She says as Steve pulls her by the hand towards the toy section. “Can I get a toy for Mr Dustin?”

She smiles, “Sure.”

“He’s a real grumpy goose, you know,” Steve says as they come upon the toy aisle. “You go down this one and I’ll go down the next aisle. You can yell if find something cool. They don’t care.”

“Oh,” She says. “Okay. That’s good to know.”

Robin goes down the aisle, finds a slinky that she thinks Adult Steve would like. Once she gets down to the other side, she peaks into Steve’s aisle and - “Steve?”

“Steve,” She says more insistent. She feels her heart drop as she darts into the next aisle and finds it empty too. “Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Steve? Steve!”

She darts in between aisle, tells Joyce that she lost him, and runs outside where - “St - don’t run from me! Are you serious?”

The kid is fast but he has little legs. Robin’s tall and has spent the nearly three years of her life running from monsters. She snatched him before he could dart into the road.

“Let me go!” He tried to shove her off. “Let me go! I was gonna come back. I promise, I-“

“Where were you going then?”

Steve stops. She tells he’s deciding if he is going to lie or not. The truth prevails, “I want to go to Tommy’s house. I don’t want to be kidnapped anymore.”

“You’re not kidnapped,” She tells him. “Believe it or not, me and you are friends. Best friends.”

“My best friend is Tommy,” Steve says. “You’re lying. You’re trying to - to - Stuck-home me.”

“What?”

“My dad told me about it,” Steve tells her very matter-of-fact. “Sometimes people get kidnapped for too long and they think the place they’re stuck at is their real home and that their kidnappers are their real family, and then you never go home, and I - I just want to go to Tommy’s.”

“You don’t,” She starts and stops. “You don’t want to go to your house?”

“I want to go to Tommy’s house,” Steve repeats. “I want to see Miss Maria and Mr David.”

God. She as much as she wants her Steve back, she loves this tragic little boy.

“How long does it take to get Stuck-Homed?”

“What?” Steve asks and the shrugs. “Four.”

“Days?” She ask and he nods. “Well, that’s good. It’s only been three hours. We got plenty of time before that happens.“

She claps her hands, “Let’s get some jammies in the meantime. How about that?”

“…Okay,” Steve agrees. “Can you pick me up. My feet are-“

“What’s going on here?” Callahan ask as he approaches. “I go in to buy some socks and next thing I see is a lady runnin’ out like she stole something.”

“Well, I didn’t so-“

“You should eat your socks,” Steve spat back. “And you should mind your own bee’s wax ‘cause dumb cops can’t listen to us talk without a warrant.”

Callahan looks dumbfounded at the kid, like seeing a ghost from the past which - yeah. Robin needs that not to happen so she picks Steve up. Callahan stutters, “Har- Harrington-“

“He’s his kid,” Robin panics and then rushes past him. Callahan watches her go confused.

Steve flips him off.

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

Are you ever just constantly struck by how women are not allowed to have body hair in film or TV