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palmtreesx3 · 1 year

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King of Wishful Thinking - Pt 2

1978

Steve Harrington x Reader

The ongoing saga of Steve Harrington's declarations of love for you being discouragingly, hilariously and ironically stolen from him.

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Summary: Steve is a few years older and becoming more aware of how the world - his world - works. To his surprise, you're in his homeroom this year and he's thrilled to inch closer all year long...and eventually take a risk.

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Steve Harrington had very little for also having so much. His parents kept him so busy, he always felt like he was performing. For who? He wasn't so sure, but he was pretty sure by this point in his life that the world was a stage and his parents plopped him right front and center for a show. By 6th grade it was piano lessons on Monday, basketball on Tuesdays and Thursdays, swim every Wednesdays and most Saturdays he was ushered off to baseball. He liked the sports. It gave him a purpose. It kept him busy and it didn't really matter if the other kids liked him or not.

Steve could argue that he didn't really have many friends. Lots of people were always around him - classmates, teammates, other adults .. sure, but not actual friends. When everyone was invited to classmates Birthday parties, his parents rarely found the invitation high enough on their social calendar to make sure he attended. If it wasn't something that made them look better, he didn't get to go. So while his classmates spent weekends at the park running around with one another or meeting up at Julie or Tommy's birthday parties, he found himself sitting idly at the Country Club while his cheeks were getting pinched by older women he has never met before. It was terribly embarrassing for a kid who was just shy of being a teenager.

In all his downtime tagging along with his mom and dad, Steve became a silent observer - noticing subtle things that most would miss. He wasn't surprised when he overheard his mother gossiping on the phone about Janet Parsons fling with the cart boy at the Country Club. Steve noticed when her skirts got shorter and she started spending her days on the Green instead of poolside. He sensed the subtle shifts in his household when he scored a few points in the winning basketball game compared to the days where Jimmy Toth scored most of the points instead of Steve. The latter were days that Steve would rather spend hidden in his room to avoid any unwarranted snarky comments from his father. He could tell that his mother doted just a little more on the days he wore his khakis and a polo instead of his t-shirts and tube socks that made him feel a bit more like the kids he went to school with. He knew that Mrs King, his homeroom teacher, takes lemon in her morning tea and preferred to write with blue pens instead of black ink.

But that year, 12 year old Steve Harrington noticed a lot about you. The little fruit snacks girl from the playground. He's seen you around school for the last few years, never really crossing paths. He heard his dad telling his friends once that "Steve's not in those classes that the smart kids get assigned to" so he always assumed that you were way more intelligent than he'd ever be and he'd be doomed to just daydream about the cute girl hiding under the willow tree when he was 8 years old. But that fall, he clambered into Mrs King's homeroom on the first day of school and stopped dead in his tracks. You were sitting there perched in the second row - the perfect spot for someone not quite a teacher's pet but always paying attention. Pigtails long gone and replaced by a sweet barrette sweeping back your glossy hair from your eyes.

And he guessed that he really wasn't that far off about his assumption that he'd be doomed to daydream about you for all of eternity. More often than not he found himself distracted by you, chin in his hands. He may as well have little hearts in his eyeballs, that's how he felt looking at you. You answered questions so confidently. Smiled and laughed with the girls around you - the ones you walked through the hallway with to the next class and ate lunch with on the lawn - your real friends, he lamented.

He noticed that your chapstick was strawberry flavored. He noticed that you rode Bus 16, so that meant you lived on the other side of town. He noticed that you always had a little pink journal in your backpack tucked between library books, so you must love to write or draw. And the books, they changed so frequently he knew you were definitely a bookworm. He loved when you would wear your rain boots to school, especially when they didn't match your outfit. He saw that you often had colorful band aids slapped somewhere on your knees or legs and always wondered if they were a result of you being more adventurous or more clumsy. He was pretty sure you were into Star Wars after he noticed the pigtails return, but instead of dragging across your shoulders like they did when you were small, they were tied up, wrapped around themselves in buns like Princess Leia. Yeah, you were definitely cooler and smarter than he'd ever be.

After half a year of pining over you from afar, he made a decision. He changed his seat. Steve didn't move too far up front - he wasn't absolutely crazy - but after much consideration he chose a seat that not only he could see you but maybe you could see him too. He spent the next month exchanging a few words with you whenever he could and with extra supplies curated specifically for you in his backpack. When you rummaged around your bag looking for your favorite pen, he passed a spare Shuttle Pen with loads of extra colors across the rows and he just so happened to tell you "You can keep that one" when you go to return it. He traded his go-to cinnamon gum with spearmint in case you needed a piece. He used that carefully honed skill of observation to his absolute advantage, hoping to anticipate your every move and be there to save the day when you needed it.

Now that Steve wasn't hiding in the back of the classroom he also found himself making friends with the other kids around him each morning. He was grateful to have people his own age to talk to and found he looked forward to going to school a bit more every day now that other kids seemed like they were happy to see him, too. Because of this, in some ways, Steve considered you the reason school started to seem less like a chore. If he didn't pick a new seat just to get closer to you, it would have never happened.

As the summer months creeped closer, the classrooms becoming more humid than the air outside, Steve mustered up the little confidence he did have to slave away on a note for you. He spent two weeks writing draft after draft in his best handwriting, filling his garbage pail next to his desk about three times over before he was happy with the results. He meticulously folded the note into the perfect shape, edges tucked in and crisp. He zipped it in the front pouch of his backpack and marched off into the school with a sense of vigor - a little pep in his step.

And so he sits, tapping his toes on the tiled floors that morning, turning the carefully crafted note over in his hands while he waited for you to slide into your seat for the day. It wasn't long before you bustled in with the friends that sat around you, smiling like sunshine. Feeling a bit bold in the final hour, Steve reached in his bag for a pen and scribbled a little heart on the outside of the note before tapping the boy in the row next to him on the shoulder. He motions to Tommy, signaling for him to pass the note over to you with a jerk of his chin in your direction.

In the next few moments Steve is elated. He's nervous. He's feeling optimistic. He just wants to be the reason you smile. The boy next to him grins wide, giving him a thumbs up before swinging his legs around in his chair and leaning over the isle, hand outstretched with the note - the sweet declaration of admiration and innocent young love, addressed to "The prettiest girl on the playground." Steve's eyes are wide in excitement, fingers tapping on the edge of his desk and before he knows it the note lands right in the hands of your friend, Veronica Campbell. She looks at the boy next to her curiously as he jabs his thumbs in Steve's direction, still grinning. A shy smile unfolds on Veronica's face when she sees the heart, and time slows down like a snail as Steve watches desperately as Veronica opens the note meant for you.

Veronica freaking Campbell squealed as she read the note. Passed it around all the girls in your group, all giddy and peeking over the classroom desks in Steve's direction. Steve felt immediately like an idiot for writing a note that left out your actual name, but all he could do was sit there smiling back at the group of murmuring girls - you included - excited for their friend who was now the first of the lot to garner the affections of a boy - or so they thought. But, oh God, little did they know it's been you that's wormed your way deep into his brain and you've lived there for years already. If only they all knew. If only you knew and God damn Tommy to hell for being so stupid and passing the note to the wrong girl. Steve didn't have the heart to correct the mistake.

And that is exactly how Steve Harrington got his first girlfriend.

A little meek and absolutely playing his part, just like he does in all the other walks of his life, he finishes out his 6th grade year holding Veronica's clammy hand in the hallways. Sharing the spearmint gum meant for you with her. Veronica wasn't all that bad, as far as first girlfriends go, either. She was nice, and pretty. She thought that it was so cool that Steve had a pool in his backyard and wondered if they'd be allowed over this summer to swim. He never thought about the things he had before in that way, and so he too wondered if his parents would allow some friends over to swim. Maybe they'd like him even more that way.

And that's where he found that the silver lining in all of this was that as he walked hand in hand with her, he got to spend more time with you, too. You talked directly to him now instead of just existing in the same space. When Veronica asked him to sit with her at lunch, it meant that he could also hear you talk about your most recent borrowed book. You now knew that he played sports at fancy private clubs instead of park leagues and that he wasn't being rude when he didn't go to your birthday party when the rest of the class showed up, it was just that his parents didn't let him do any of that. Steve sometimes felt bad that his attention still drifted to you, but that was a problem for another day. Because right now Steve Harrington had a role to play, and if he knows how to do anything well, it's be what someone else wants him to be.

#Spotify #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things steve #steve harrington is an absolute idiot #steve harrington is in love #joe keery

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deacblues · 6 months

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compiled some drawings by some of my favourite comic book artists of all time, in response to an open question on twitter. in no particular order, they are:

Steve Ditko

Daniel Clowes

Paul Grist

Curt Swan

Jack Kirby

Alex Toth

Harvey Kurtzman

Harry Lucey

John Romita JR

Tony Salmons

#what do i even tag this

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cantsayidont · 4 months

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July–August 1970. Between 1969 and 1975, Alex Toth drew a total of 42 stories for DC Comics. Very few were superhero-related — a two-part Black Canary story from ADVENTURE COMICS and an unusual Batman story in DETECTIVE COMICS in 1974 — the rest being romance, war stories, straight (non-costumed) adventure, horror/mystery, and even the occasional bit of humor (like an amusing Steve Skeates-scripted Hugh Hefner parody in PLOP!).

The visually stunning page shown above is from "Mask of the Red Fox," a supernatural horror story in THE HOUSE OF MYSTERY #187, which helps to illustrate why Toth has long been a favorite artist of artists: tightly controlled storytelling characterized by a mastery of visual space and evocative atmosphere. Ironically, Toth, by all accounts a difficult man, was his own worst critic, relentlessly picking apart any perceived flaws in his past work, whether of his own making or due to the scripters, letterers, or (in particular) colorists. It's true that from the standpoint of story and character, a lot of this material is very slight, but artistically, it's magnificent.

Toth had done various earlier work for DC in the 1940s and 1950s, beginning when he was still a teenager, and then some Eclipso stories in the early '60s, but it's not nearly as artistically accomplished as his 1969–1975 work, which comprises, by my count, about 430 story pages (plus interstitials and intros). Only a few of those stories have ever been reprinted; every so often, DC will toss one into an anthology, but that's about it.

I'm sure DC regards the stuff from this period as being of low commercial value, since very little of it features their flagship characters and it's mostly standalone stories in genres at which the modern comics market turns up its nose, but the fact that they haven't collected this material in some kind of "DC Work of Alex Toth" compilation is criminal. Granted, I'm not sure they'd have the rights to reprint Toth's contributions to the licensed HOT WHEELS series of 1970, but the rest is yet another worthy segment of the enormous body of work DC owns (for the better part of the next century, at least) and rarely if ever does anything with.

Here's a checklist, in order by cover date:

“Eternal Hour” (scripted by Alex Toth), The Witching Hour #1 (February/March 1969)

“When Love Is Gone” (scripter unknown), Young Love #73 (March 1969)

“Hide Your Love” (scripter unknown), Young Love #74 (April 1969)

“The Turn of the Wheel” (scripted by Don Arneson, inked by Dick Giordano), The Witching Hour #3 (June/July 1969)

“The Devil’s Doorway” (scripted by Jack Oleck), House of Mystery #182 (September/October 1969)

“The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of” (scripted by Marv Wolfman), House of Secrets #83 (December 1969/January 1970)

“Next Door to Love [Part 1]” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Young Romance #163 (December 1969/January 1970)

“Next Door to Love Part Two” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Young Romance #164 (February/March 1970)

“20 Miles to Heartbreak Part 1” (scripted by Barbara Friedlander, inked by Vince Colletta), Young Love #78 (January/February 1970)

“20 Miles to Heartbreak [Part 2]” (scripted by Barbara Friedlander, inked by Vince Colletta), Secret Hearts #141 (January 1970)

“20 Miles to Heartbreak Part III” (scripted by Barbara Friedlander, inked by Vince Colletta), Secret Hearts #142 (February 1970)

“20 Miles to Heartbreak [Conclusion]” (scripted by Barbara Friedlander, inked by Vince Colletta), Young Love #79 (March/April 1970)

“Masquerade” (scripted by Barbara Friedlander), Secret Hearts #143 (March 1970)

“Wipe-Out at Le Mans” (scripted by Joe Gill, inked by Dick Giordano), Hot Wheels #1 (March/April 1970)

“Comput/err” (scripted by Alex Toth), The Witching Hour #8 (April/May 1970)

“Dragstrip Finals” (scripted by Joe Gill, inked by Dick Giordano), Hot Wheels #2 (May/June 1970)

“Mask of the Red Fox” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), The House of Mystery #187 (July/August 1970)

“Stakeout” (scripted by Joe Gill, inked by Dick Giordano), Hot Wheels #3 (July/August 1970)

“Hold Softly, Hand of Death” (scripted by Gerry Conway), The Witching Hour #10 (August/September 1970)

“Eye of the Storm” (scripted by Len Wein), Hot Wheels #4 (September/October 1970)

“The Mark of the Witch” (scripted by Jack Oleck, inked by Bill Draut), The Witching Hour #11 (October/November 1970)

“The Case of the Curious Classic” (scripted by Alex Toth), Hot Wheels #5 (November/December 1970)

“Double Edge” (scripted by Steve Skeates), The Witching Hour #12 (December 1970/January 1971)

“David!” (scripted by Gerry Conway, inked by Dick Giordano), Secret Hearts #149 (January 1971)

“Fright!” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), House of Mystery #190 (January/February 1971)

“Glory Boys” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Our Army at War #235 (August 1971)

“Born Loser” (scripted by Jack Oleck), The House of Mystery #194 (September 1971)

“Soldier’s Grave” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Our Fighting Forces #134 (November/December 1971)

“Bride of the Falcon” (scripted by Frank Robbins, partly inked by Frank Giacoia and Doug Wildey), Sinister House of Secret Love #3 (February/March 1972)

“Dirty Job” (scripted by Bob Haney), Our Army at War #241 (February 1972)

“Black Canary [Part 1]” (scripted by Denny O’Neil), Adventure Comics #418 (April 1972)

“Black Canary [Part 2]” (scripted by Denny O’Neil), Adventure Comics #419 (May 1972)

“White Devil…Yellow Devil” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Star Spangled War Stories #164 (August/September 1972)

“Anachronism” (scripted by Don Kaar), Weird Western Tales #14 (October/November 1972)

“The Wings of Jealous Gods” (scripted by Lynn Marron), Adventure Comics #425 (December 1972/January 1973)

“Who Is Haunting the Haunted Chateau?” (scripted by Sheldon Mayer), Weird War Tales #10 (January 1973)

“The Tally” (scripted by Robert Kanigher), Our Army at War #254 (February 1973)

“Burma Sky” (scripted by Archie Goodwin), Our Fighting Forces #146 (December 1973/January 1974)

“Is a Snerl Human?” (scripted by Sheldon Mayer), Adventure Comics #431 (January/February 1974)

“Death Flies the Haunted Sky” (scripted by Archie Goodwin), Detective Comics #442 (August/September 1974)

“A Connecticut Ice Cream Man in King Arthur’s Court” (scripted by Michael Fleisher), House of Secrets #123 (September 1974)

“Plop!” (scripted by Steve Skeates), PLOP! #11 (March 1975)

#comics #house of mystery #robert kanigher #alex toth #mask of the red fox

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laura-the-mellifluous · 1 year

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Disgusting news from the ongoing crusade against human rights, as usual. If you come to, say, California to get an abortion, it should be no different than coming here to give birth or to receive fertility treatment. You chose your reproductive healthcare in our state for a reason, and that reason is that we officially have healthcare apartheid. >:(

We're really, really fucked if De Santis or one of the Banana Republicans manages to slide their way back into the President's seat. Trump might not care about religion, but his donors do.

#resist #reproductive rights #wtf texas #abort the court #roe v wade

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cuddlerlouis · 2 years

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Hey can you share what statement you're talking about? I've been feeling very annoyed by people's behavior re dwd so i love seeing cast and crew addressing stuff but I dont always know where to find it. Thanks in advance :)

Forty members of the Don't Worry Darling crew and production team are speaking out following accusations of on-set tension tied to the recently released film.

Vulture reported on Friday that film star Florence Pugh and director/star Olivia Wilde got into a "screaming match" on the Don't Worry Darling set, citing an unnamed insider who reportedly spent "significant time" behind the scenes of the film.

Claiming that a "blowout argument" took place between Wilde, 38, and Pugh, 26, in January 2021, the outlet reported that Pugh was allegedly upset with Wilde's "frequent, unexplained absences," stating that she and star Harry Styles, who are dating, "would just disappear."

Now, in an exclusive statement to PEOPLE, personnel who worked on Don't Worry Darling say that any rumors of onset tensions "are completely false."

"As a crew, we've avoided addressing the absurd gossip surrounding the movie we're so proud of, but feel the need to correct the anonymous 'sources' quoted in a recent article," the statement begins. "Any allegations about unprofessional behavior on the set of Don't Worry Darling are completely false."

Calling Wilde "an incredible leader and director who was present with and involved in every aspect of production," the behind-the-scenes workers said the star "ran this set with class and respect for everyone involved."

They also stated, "There was never a screaming match between our director and anyone, let alone a member of our cast," referencing Vulture's claims about an onset feud between Wilde and Pugh.

"We are happy to put our names on this, as real people who worked on the film, and who have witnessed and benefitted from the collaborative and safe space Olivia creates as a director and leader," the statement continued. "We're also thrilled that the movie is in theaters this weekend. We can't wait for you to see it on the big screen."

Miri Yoon, a producer for Don't Worry Darling, also told PEOPLE exclusively, "Rumors of screaming matches between our director and leading lady on set are completely unfounded. We truly hope you enjoy the movie."

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See the full list of names of the 40 members of the Don't Worry Darling crew and production team below:

Chris Baugh, location manager

Josh Bramer, property master

Katie Byron, production designer

Matthew Libatique, director of photography

Steve Morrow, sound mixer

Arianne Phillips, costume designer

Alex G. Scott, executive producer

Katie Silberman, writer/producer

Heba Thorisdottir, makeup department head

Eliana Alcouloumre, production assistant

Mary Florence Brown, art director

Monica Chamberlain, assistant costume designer

Conrad Curtis, second second assistant director

Raphael Di Febo, assistant property master

Rachael Ferrara, set decorator

Jake Ferrero, lighting technician

Jeff Ferrero, gaffer

Zach Gulla, set dresser

Yani Gutierrez, production assistant

David Hecht, assistant property master

Becca Holstein, director's assistant

Nic Jones, programmer

Michael Kaleta, boom operator

Gerardo Lara, electrician

JB Leconte, rig programmer

Lexi Lee, set dresser

John Mang, dolly grip

Mark Mann, best boy

Gideon Markham, lighting console programmer

Alex Mazekian, graphic artist

Melissa McSorley, food stylist

Bryan Mendoza, sound utility

Luis Moreno, rigging gaffer

Noelle Pinola, set dresser

Scott Sakamoto, A camera operator

Chris Scharffenberg, set dresser

Grace Shaw, production assistant

Alexander Szuch, electrician

Erika Toth, art director

Tricia Yoo, set costumer

#asks #anonymous

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queerstevieharrington · 9 months

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hi. if you have not read the your love is standing next to me series by fivecenturiesverse - aka @fivecenturiesverse - on ao3, what are you even doing with your life?

i originally had a lot more words planned to review and rec this fic, but i forgot them all in the span of 24 hours, so i'll do my best.

the series is a 10-parter, all oneshots, well-formatted and, as usual for fives, extremely well-written. it's an almost epistolary future-fic, written as outsiders' social media posts about steve and eddie, who in this case are both singers in bands. eddie's band is indiana panic, steve's is nail bat babysitter; the two are in a collaborative band called bright teeth bat bait.

this fic features tumblr posts, interviews, and absolutely phenomenal lyrics. they have all been compiled here in case you want to skip ahead and read those first; i wouldn't recommend that though. get the context first!! i read this entire series (all 24K words of it) in one night. i could not stop myself, and once i finished i found myself strangely bereft as though a friend had left my house, much like some characters in the last fic of the series.

it features cameos from the kids, robin, and surprisingly enough, tammy thompson. however, she makes it work. i never thought i would be appreciating a social media fic series so much, but it is brilliant. the lyrics, the meaning behind them... as an aspiring songwriter, i truly adore what is written in these pages. my favourite lyric is: “time feels like rust on a porch swing // like flowers growing where the earth // opens her mouth to sing // time feels like that, on summer days” [Greenwich Mean Time, “The Orange Tree House” NBB, 2007] as featured in the last fic. however, all of them are brilliant. i'm also quite partial to: “wrinkles and sun damage // on Leonid leonine eyes // textures my fingertips have known // counted, loved // smoothed and designed // an image of time // I: the architect” — Lionesses Stalk My Kitchen, NBB: TOTH 2007 - from the same fic.

i suddenly find myself of the urge to simply... fill in the gaps of the bands' discography, where fivecenturiesverse has not given lyrics - almost to tease readers into filling in the blanks ourselves, to think of what the song might be about just by name only. my favourite album or place mentioned in the story might just be The Orange Tree House.

here is the summary from the first work in the series, love like an ache in the jaw:

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, famous musicians in their own rights, have a collaborative band together called 'Bright Teeth Bat Bait'. They return for a surprise fourth album, almost a decade after their last. (Organised social media posts and news articles chart the release of the album.) assigned-batbait-atbirth GIF set description: several instances from Indiana Panic live concerts in which they bring on Steve for a BTBB song or two; Gareth (Indiana Panic drummer) looks like he’s dying inside, meanwhile Steve and Eddie come close to having sex on stage in the foreground of the GIFs #i want what ever these two have going on #but instead i am gareth

if you read it, i hope you enjoy - and don't forget to leave a kudos and a comment!

this review kind of got away from me and i really like this fic if you can't tell !! i might do some more of these reviews some other day :~)

#steddie fic recs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #fic rec #ao3 #fivecenturiesverse #future fic #i rec

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