platonic stobin lover

RONANCE : Robin introduces Nancy to expresso. Vecna is not ready for a rematch

Steve’s beaten body aches, Robin’s metal fist delivering punch after punch.

Steve takes every single one of them. His eye swells and he can taste the blood.

And then–

Robin pauses. Bloodied metal arm suspended mid-air, still forming a fist. Her jaw clenching and unclenching. Fighting against something. Something flashes in her eyes. Steve knows she won’t kill him. It’s the same thing he saw on her face when he saw her in the street in front of Melvald’s. Recognition. There are tears in her eyes. She drops her fist lamely at her sides, and Steve’s eyes are nearly swollen shut. “It’s okay, Rob,” he chokes out. “It’s okay.”

He pushes himself up. Bullet wound and gritted teeth and broken robs. He wheezes out a breath. Then another. And another. His body burns, begging him to stay down.

But he can’t. He can’t lose her again.

So he pushes and fights and pushes and fights until–

“Robin!” he shouts, voice wet with emotion (and from the blood draining down his throat.)

She stops. She does not move another muscle, but she stopped. That’s enough for Steve. He stands there, waiting. Nancy’s voice crackles through the comms, “Steve, you need a doctor. She’s too dangerous. Stand. Down.”

Robin hears the voice too, but she says nothing. Her eyes burn with tears and her memories begin flooding back one by one by one.

Scoops. The Russians. Dustin. Erica. Tammy Thompson. Being separated. Mrs. Clicks class. The annoying upper class-men with the stupid hair and oh–!

Steve stands there. She can hear him wheezing. I did that, she thinks, oh god.

She turns. “Steve?”

“Steve?” she says again, her voice cracking, breaking in two. “Oh god, oh god, oh god Steve,” the tears flow freely down her face now, but she must not stop. He will die if she doesn’t keep going. She cannot lose him again.

The damned metal appendage, much as she loathes it, is incredibly powerful. Enough to hoist him up long enough and drag him as far as she can. She grabs his comms device. “This is Robin, I–”

The same voice from earlier cuts through, “Robin?!?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” She sniffs, wiping the snot off her nose, “yeah, it’s me. I’m gonna do what i can, but call an ambulance, now.”

She can’t remember the feminine voice, but she thinks she knows it. Or at least, she did, at one point. It feels familiar.

She rips the god awful leash they kept on her off, tearing the black leathery fabric to shreds, using her knife to slice it into pieces of terrible makeshift gauze. The tears blur her vision, but she can’t let that stop her. Steve coughs.

“Rob…” he breathes, ragged. Robin stops, the tears still streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Rob,” he coughs. He grabs the metal hand, not the fleshy one. The metal one. Gives it a squeeze.

Forgiveness.

Steve’s eyes roll back into his head.

“Steve?!?” she shouts, shaking him lightly, “Steve?!? You–you can’t leave me again!”

Not that you can just neatly be like "look, a book that was written by a poor person!"

but it really feels like the people that are writing the popular/praised poems and books and stuff of our contemporary time are starting to be farther and farther away from like. average people.

🎶It’s tactless, it’s a test It’s just Thérèse, it’s just Thérèse🎶

yes hello i would like to emphasize this

Every other kind of parade has people in costume who are in character many who interact directly with the audience. It would be VERY easy to find a dancer from a Disney parade with an equally revealing costume (note they're masc presenting and only missing a shirt).

Its also just as pressing to remind everyone-

States like Tennessee, Idaho, and Texas are already trying to have Drag catergorized as Sexual in nature. Making it illegal to do drag in public- and with how it's written, non passing Trans people would be considered "drag performers" just for wearing clothes matching their gender.

Along with "Don't say gay" bills, claiming that being queer or talking about queer identities is a "sexual act" and thus can't be done in front of children. Ie. We trying to make it illegal for us to exist in public (esspecially schools)

Like in season one he was so ready to fight anyone (including little psychic girls that could kill him with her mind) to get to Will. He literally went to an army base for that kid and then when he faced the demogorgon he stood in front of his friends with his wrist rocket like he was 11 and yet he was this brave and he’s also brave enough to admit he was wrong. Like he’s just so good and loyal and kind.

Then come season two he’s out there meets a cute girl and is instantly like wow. He literally risks the governments wrath so she won’t be mad at him. Then her brother tries to kill him then she nearly hits him in the balls with a nail bat and he is ride or die. He keeps dating her despite the risks Billy poses and he also continues to mock her and be real with her and literally just thinks she’s so cool like there’s no self preservation there at all. Max could come at him with a bat and he’d be like “okay ✨✨”

Then in three not only is he still fearless with Max but even with the girlfriends vs will drama he’s like constantly ride or die. He and Max bring both Will and Mike on their dates. He’s the first to apologise to Will for only talking about girls. He literally tries to fix it after the argument and then he literally always includes Will. Like not to mention him grabbing the axe or his firework plan like he just wants to protect his friends so much he’ll literally make himself a target to back them up.

And in four like he didn’t ditch the guys, like he’s in basketball and hellfire. He risks the public humiliation on the daily and I bet neither Eddie or Jason were that nice about his two interests. Like he literally asked the guys to switch nights for the championships he still wanted to play. Then he volunteered to be a spy with no idea if Eddie was legit guilty, lead the entire basketball team on a goose chase put a target on his own back and then stood and faced down Jason WHO HAD A GUN. Not to mention constantly being Max’s support and not being scared of by her being depressed and he’s genuinely empathetic to her losing Billy even though the guy attacked him. Like he’s just so good.