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# 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 a mutuals only , independent , crossover welcoming ,  highly selective blog for steve harrington from netflix’s stranger things. loved and adored by loomis ( 21+ , they/she , gmt , low activity ) minors and personals dni. discord avaliable upon request ( all graphics and psds go to  cerberuscommissions ) .  ― carrd . 

                             𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝  ,  

                                 & 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 ᵗᵒᵒ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩

so i’m going to move them. get them a fresh start where i’ve reworked their bio and get it exactly how i want it to be. the blog itself is still a work in progress , but for the first time in a while i’m excited to be writing as steve again , and hopefully will get things kicked off for him tonight. 

Banshee

"Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark." -Lucy Christopher The banshee, is a creature from Irish Folklore. Though not inherently malevolent, it is said to be a dark omen. The ghostly cries of a weeping woman drift in the air, warning any unfortunate soul who hears of impending death. Following her like the train of a morbidly beautiful wedding dress, a thick fog envelops her skin as she croons a sorrowful, haunting song which is filled with concern and love for her family. This song can be heard a few days before the death of a family member and in most cases the song can only be heard by the person for whom it is intended. Some even go to argue that it is the banshee's unwitting song which kills the person. You care very strongly about your family and friends. Your loyalty towards those whom you care for is unconditional. You are an excellent and reliable friend, trustworthy enough to bear even the darkest of secrets. Secrets which you would gladly carry to the grave unless of course, they harm your loved ones. You will fight tooth and nail to protect the ones you care for, restraint left abandoned. The banshee admires your reslience and passion. It desires to aid you in protecting those you love and to help you navigate a harsh reality just be warned and keep a close eye on the people you love,Your undying loyalty may just become their undoing...

cumin

You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.