New York City, 1970s

look at these two characters…wouldn’t it be a shame if they…tenderly rested their foreheads together…

I fear you will never escape him, steve

We should have more interpretations of Steve being just strange enough that once everybody really gets to know him they’re like “…this guy was considered cool?”

making every conversation into being about The Character with the same reliability and conviction of a youth pastor going “you know who else partied? our lord and savior”

same thing for personality too btw

not to be like poor me or something, but reading a fic with characters who really don't like themselves and think they don't deserve to be loved/ the other person could never love them but in the end the other person actually does love them for who they are gives me so much hope for my own life

character: *thinks the way they look is undesirable and no one would ever love them*

me *recognizing myself through the other*: what the fuck is this shit

i love fics where they interact, where they are a found family, where others are like why the fuck are these people talking to each other, i love fics that add things that make the world they're set in seem a little more real, i love "useless" details and anecdotes of things that happened but we don't see in the fic itself uuuugggh so godd

literally made a gamejam game about him (it's called Nosferat on itch.io for anyone interested) love this man

i need to smoke a joint with him so so bad

i love him. my squish. my love. my rat boy.

steve needs a break

Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it