Me Looking At The Grapes:

I have genuinely never cried at a fic as much as I did at this one. I feel fucking raw and open

I know its 3 AM and God willing no one is currently on this website looking for fic recommendations but if you are, I have GOT to recommend the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that its you by greatunironic on ao3.

Steddie ship, set 16 years after s4, and truly some of the most incredible prose I have ever read. You want to think about what it means to grieve and sob your eyes out? Boy howdy is this the fic for you! You want to see your fav characters get happy lives all grown up? Well besties here it is! You want to read one of the most beautifully described sex scenes that is so delicate and light it almost completely veers away from being explicit to break your heart in a gentle way? HERE. YOU. GO. I will literally be thinking about the fic for the rest of my life. god damn. “Grief and growth live hand in hand, Steve.”

its me

this is a social experiment, reblog in the tags where you live, your first language and what you call this

Why is this heat so hot 😩

so how are we feeling!!!!!!

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

@mantorokk yes u can have some x

friend who lives hundreds of miles away: i made food

me: can i have some

“Not ALL men-“

You’re right, Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler, and Winston Zeddemore would never do this

God to be a goth girl in 1989 with her undead lover

@mantorokk how dare u I was feeling emotionally stable

Wakes up angry 20 minutes before my alarm: they still need him, they need the guy that thinks to wrap a flashlight up to send with Steve when he charges head first toward the hell dimension gate under a lake at night, they need the guy that knows how to hotwire a car but chooses the vehicle that's most like a home, and builds a shield when everyone else is making weapons.