idk tagging just in case

put your opinions in the tags (great comet edition)

-is anatole a villain?
-dave’s pierre or josh’s pierre?
-no one else or sonya alone?
-PETERSBURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG or wOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAH?
-dust and ashes or great comet of 1812?
-favorite ensemble member?
-marya + helene’s kiss or dolokhov + anatole’s kiss?

anonymous asked:

a fic prompt - Steve gets introduced to El and internally he's like 'guess ive got 5 kids now' :3

frICK this is cute thank u for this prompt omg

hopefully!!! i did okay!!! ahfsdlfkja

Steve finally properly meets Eleven three days after the fact, on a bright and sunny morning. It’s a busy day in Hawkins - people seem to be getting a head-start on holiday shopping early this year - but beneath all that surface-level hustle and bustle, The Party is busy with their own excitable rush.

(Inwardly, Steve winces every time he subconsciously refers to the group of traumatized humans he’s unwittingly become a part of as The Party. He really, really needs to stop spending so much time with Dustin.)

If their fellow citizens notice the fact that Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve have been driving back and forth along the same path over and over again all day today, they don’t seem to care. Dustin doesn’t seem all that bothered by it, either; he just chatters away into his walky-talky radio…thing in Steve’s passenger’s seat, pointing out various window fronts to his friends as they drive along ahead of them or behind them, oblivious to Steve’s occasional side-long glances. Every now and then Lucas or Mike will answer, usually in the form of an exasperated groan or else yelling at him to shut up, but Dustin is completely unperturbed.

It’s hard to admit, but Steve almost envies him.

At age 13, Steve was already obsessed with the social hierarchy in place at Hawkins Middle School. He knew Jessica Lang threw all the best parties when her parents were out of town and had already developed an uncanny talent for making the bottle land on her every time he spun it, thus quickly propelling him to the very top by the time they hit high school; all it took was earning his place on the basketball team for King Steve to be born. King Steve never showed that much excitement over any single thing. King Steve was cool at every possible moment, from the way he stood to the way he dressed to the way he styled his hair. King Steve was carefully and meticulously designed and was really a bitch to maintain.

He thinks with a faint smile that he really doesn’t miss that old stodgy monarch as he listens to Dustin fawn over some Star Wars toy on display in a passing window.

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Saeran: You said you were miserable not having me around and yet everyone says you were one of the happiest people they had ever seen.. I don’t get it.

707: Well.. to help me cope with my suffering while you were gone, I was inhaling-

Saeran: “Inhaling”??? Holy shit, were you doing drugs!?


707: I WAS INHALING MEMES, SAERAN.

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i wasnt feeling okay for a while