#[muse; nancy wheeler]

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → a sigh escaped from her lips, now locking the door behind her. "i think for now we can be safe here, at least until most of it calms down." she commented with a small shrug, for now it should be good, there is no other thing that they could do, not now at least.

random starter for @hiddenpxpercuts (maxine)

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "i doubt that but i guess i have my moments." she says in a joking tone. she was very impulsive at times but she was trying, of course. "now you are exaggerating, but i am mike's big sister so i had to be a bit responsible there."

"you do have a good point. you know, you really are wise, nance.." max smiled at the other. "maybe there was a reason why you were in charge of us a lot with steve. you have the mom wisdom."

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "so..." she began saying, entering into steve's place. "i brought the snacks and some sodas, are you ready for movie night? i'm so glad we are doing this, we need to take advantage of this peace." she comments.

discord random starter for @misteriios (steve)

[mrspeacockwasaman]

Some accumulated ronance doodles 💖

other st fanart

[robinsteves]

nancy wheeler against god

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "yeah, pretty much." she says with a small smile. it was true, at least she was able to make it so that was always a good thing of course. the brunette looked at him and hearing what he was saying. "that's true, for now i think we could have peace but who knows in this city, right?"

"Better than nothing, I suppose." Ben smiled at her. It was definitely good to see some people had made it through. Luckily it had worked out for him but he was aware some were not that lucky. "Me too. I would really like to not be looking over my shoulder thinking anyone could kill me."

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "this doesn't taste as good at it looks." she admitted, placing the glass in front of her. a small sigh escaped from her lips, not that good. "i might order something else, do you recommend something to drink here? i want to try something new but i'm not sure what."

@mvsicinthedvrk (kaz brekker)

[fadeintoyou1993]

i made a sideblog for natalia / nancy mental illness @natalia-dyer in case u guys can relate to the things i say

[fangirlandtheories]

I have worked at Starbucks for over 2 years now and I make the chalkboard signs for my store. While searching for inspiration on Pinterest, I discovered that someone made a Stranger Things chalkboard designating different drinks to different characters. While the artwork was great, the drinks just didn't match according to my opinion so I wanted to make my own. Without further ado, a baristas guide to Stranger Things drinks:

- Steve Harrington: We're starting off with one of the more simple to order drinks. There's no mods or alternatives, just a pure, sweet drink. Steve is a Caramel Ribbon Crunch. He's layered and multifaceted the same way the drink has separate layers. He's sweet, sometimes too sweet for his own good, but he's cool as ice. Served drizzled and well topped (if you know what I mean 😉)

-Eddie Munson: My best friend Maya works with me and introduced me to this drink and I can't think of anything better for Eddie. You get a cup of lemonade, add some ice, pour a blonde espresso shot on top, and voila: The Cigarette Butt. It's got a sweetish smokey flavor, a little sour, a little weird. People either love it or hate it without giving it a try.

-Nancy Wheeler: I wanted to do something sensible for Nancy but something that would also be strong for a badass like Nancy. We often say that Iced Americanos are the hot girl drink so I knew I wanted it to be and Iced Americano. As for the extras, I wanted it to be blonde ristretto. Blonde Ristretto shots are the BEST kinda shots so it fits one of the best characters. As for cream: Almond Milk. She's giving lactose intolerant but in a "I prefer almond milk to soy milk" kinda way. She's not pretentious about it, but maybe a little.

-Robin Buckley: I was going back and forth with Robin. I had multiple ideas but narrowed it down to two. Number 1. Iced Vanilla Matcha with coconut milk OR Number 2. An Iced Chai with brown sugar syrup and oat milk. Either way, both scream Queer and Quirky. I also get a sort of library soft vibe from her. I'm picturing tans and old books, soft pastels, those kinda things. Arguably that's more a Nancy vibe as well but Robin is light academia and Nancy is dark.

- Jonathan Byers: This is a man that listens to good music and spends his day taking photographs and getting high. He's a sweater and slacks, a wallflower, the quiet calm in a chaotic storm. He's a London Fog, specifically with soy milk. Underappreciated and sometimes forgotten, this is a true pillar in every way. Teas have always been there and always will be, much like the steady reliability of Jonathan. The flavors are gentle and when paired with the vanilla it creates something complex and delightful.

- Argyle: This brochacho does NOT need coffee. He's bright and colorful, slightly overwhelming at times, but full of zest. When thinking of him, I wanted to choose the brightest, most colorful drink I could. He's a Mango Dragonfruit Lemonade with peach juice and pineapple pieces. This drink is the Starbucks ocean of flavor, but the pineapple comes freeze dried in a bag. Remember: Try before you deny.

- Hopper: I was going to leave this as just the Fruity Six, but I can't resist. Hopper is the McDonald's Dad. Hopper is a cup of black coffee.

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "you could always try that, taking pictures could be a nice career for you." and if it's something that steve likes to do, it could be perfect, nancy was so sure of it. "i wish more people think like that. when i was working back home, they really didn't take my ideas seriously." and it was mostly because she was a woman, it was always because of that, she knows that. "now it's different, you can do what you prefer so take your time and just look what makes you happy."

❝ yup, doesn't need to be a forever job ❞ that's what he told himself in hawkins too when he started there. was not forever as he thought it would be. there life changed quicker than here within a few weeks, days even. steve frowned ❝ i'll also start to take classes too. since the touch screen phone, i have found interest to take photos, maybe i should learn on a professional camera, a more upgraded version than the one jonathan had ❞ the one he remember he destroyed, dropped it to the ground. he changed since then, was more kind to people now. he frowned at the thought of the memory. all he tried was acting cool, to let his friends think he didn't care about many ❝ you are a talented writer, was good in school too. i should have taken it more serious too, but i mostly cared about being popular and cool. i'm not getting younger, i do understand what you mean. one day, not today, one day ❞

[rebelliousfamily]

nancy to her future kids: is this lol?

[noxturnallyevermore]

I just spent way too long staring at zodiac signs and I still haven't come to any conclusions on what I headcanon everyone's signs to be

Thing is, I know nobody cares about zodiac signs anymore, I just wanted to come up with headcanon birthdays 😭😭😭

[atlantablack]

i'm facing all my fears of the unknown (i've been shaking in my bones)

also on Ao3

At the end of the world, his sides still aching, and Eddie’s blood still tacky on his hands, Steve calls his mom. Leans heavily against the side of the phone booth right outside the hospital, the dial tone somehow still hanging steady in the air, and punches in a number his fingers still remember by heart.

It isn’t that his parents ever officially moved out of Hawkins. It isn’t that they’d ever looked him in the face and said, we’re never coming back. One day there’d just been a number written out in his mother’s small, cramped script on a neon yellow sticky note, hanging next to the phone. He used to call it every few months just to hear his mom say hello. Just to make sure they didn’t move somewhere else and forget to tell him.

He stopped checking at some point. Before Robin, before the party and Nancy’s slurred words. He’s not sure of the exact moment his parents faded into an entity he didn’t care to check on, but if he had to guess, he’d say it happened right around the same moment Jonathan slid his bloody palm into Steve’s and dragged him away from the monster bursting out of the wall.

But still, at the end of the world, the bites on his stomach burning, he calls his mom.

He doesn’t even know if she still lives there, if she’ll answer, if she’s home, but four rings laters his mom’s airy voice says, “Hello? Betty speaking.”

He breathes in harshly, lungs aching in a way he’s come to associate with bruised ribs. Breathes out softly and, the word more air than sound, says, “Mom?”

If he’d thought on it, he’d have thought he’d need to explain, to go into detail, to tell her that something awful is happening, has happened, that he doesn’t even know what he wants her to do, he just, he’d just been standing in the hospital watching Dustin sob and Robin press her hands to her throat and Nancy stare blankly at her bloody hands and he’d needed something he couldn’t name. If he’d thought on it, he wouldn’t have called at all.

But she doesn’t ask for an explanation, not really. He says mom, his voice shaking around the word like it hasn’t since he was six years old and still convinced his mother hung the stars, and she makes a noise he’s never heard, but recognizes from the few times he’s seen Joyce fuss over Will.

“Where are you?” Is what she asks, instead of any of the other questions he has answers for.

“The hospital,” he says blankly, staring at the parking lot, the cars parked haphazardly, the diseased red light still flickering out of a crack across the street. “I’m at the hospital. I’m, we lost… it’s really bad here,” he settles on after a minute, listening to the faint background noise of her moving around a room.

“Are you hurt?” Her tone is brisk, heels clacking as she moves back and forth while she talks.

He thinks about lying. Even now, when she’s actually asking, he thinks about lying and telling her it’s fine and hanging up. He’d handled this mess at 16 and been fine. Had handled it every year after that, always younger than he is now, and he’d been fine. But he glances back toward the hospital and the grief. Thinks of Lucas still sobbing when they’d finally managed to get to the Creel house, to Erica’s shaking hands, how she’s never seemed as small as she’d been in that moment.

He’s thinking of the blood, all the fucking blood, and the way this town just keeps hemorrhaging, drowning person after person, kid after kid. Thinks too, of all the times this week he’d barely made it out alive.

“I’ll live,” he says.

It’s maybe supposed to sound like a joke but she goes very quiet, the only noise the sound of her nails tapping, click click click, in rapid succession against a table. “I’ll be there in six hours,” she says. “Steve, don’t go anywhere. Wait at the hospital.”

He laughs, only vaguely registering that the sound is too high. “Yeah, trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

Another long pause, her heels clicking across the floor faster than before. “Six hours,” she says again, voice tight. “Go sit down, Steve.”

———

Dustin cries himself out somewhere around 2am, falls asleep with his head on Robin’s shoulder. Robin rests her head on Steve’s shoulder and he rests his head against hers. On his other side Nancy is picking at the skin around her fingernails and he reaches out, gently pulls her hands apart and holds on.

Lucas sits on her other side, eyes unerringly fixed on the door, waiting for the doctor to come back with news on Max. Mr. Sinclair and Ms. Henderson are sitting on the other side of the room, speaking in low tones and Steve, selfishly, wishes that Erica was still in sight as well. He knows Ms. Sinclair was right to take her home but it makes him anxious that he can’t see her anymore. That anything could happen between here and her house and he’d never know until it was too late.

“What are we going to do?” Robin whispers, twisting her hands together like she’s trying to turn the shadows into puppets she can banish.

He doesn’t answer, couldn’t even if he had one for her. It’s lucky really that they seem to have entered the lull following the battle, because he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to stand up again without passing out.

If a monster burst through the door right now, if something gave him a shot of fear fueled adrenaline, he could keep going. But the adrenaline crash, the facade of safety settling on their shoulders, the grief wrapping around his throat—

His sides feel like they’re melting, like every brush of cloth against raw skin is sandpaper instead. And it’s fine, he can wait, of course he can wait. There are still other people in the hospital who need to be seen more than him. So many people who got caught in the earthquake and are hurting. So many people who didn’t make it all because the upside down swallowed them and isn’t going to give them back.

“Steve?” Nancy murmurs, “Are you okay?” She’s squinting at him in concern when he tilts his head her way and he can’t figure out what gave him away until he sees how tightly he’s holding her hand.

“I’m fine,” he says, forcing himself to let go of her hand. He forces an awkward laugh and a weak smile. “I’m just tired and worried about Max.”

Nancy’s eyes narrow but she hums under her breath and he knows she’s going to swallow the lie. But he should have known Robin wouldn’t. Should have expected the sharp jab to his side and the pain that goes bursting through him. He almost falls off of his chair with how tightly he curls in on himself, almost throws up on Robin’s stupid, filthy shoes.

Robin and Nancy both exclaim in alarm, although what exactly Robin expected to happen he can’t imagine. Lucas startles and Dustin wakes up with a shout. Dimly, around the ocean roaring in his ears, he can hear Mr. Sinclair’s smooth voice cutting through the noise, but it’s hard to focus on much of anything when his skin feels like it’s trying to peel off of his bones.

“You fucking asshole,” he grits out , not caring if she can hear him. “I’m never giving you a ride again.”

Robin laughs, high-pitched and terrified as she grabs his right arm and hoists him up and out of the chair, Nancy doing the same on his left. “Well, sense of humor is still intact, so—”

“If you say that’s a good sign,” he says, the words coming out fainter than he’d like.

She huffs in annoyance, doing her best to steady him as Nancy mutters, thank god, at the sight of the nurses hurrying towards them. “It is a good sign,” Robin says quietly. “You being alive and talking is always a good sign because I remember the first time when you weren’t and you can’t do that to me again Steve, okay? You can’t.”

His heart clenches, twisting itself into a knot and pulling at his lungs until they ache. “I’m fine, Robin. You know me. Can’t keep me down for long.”

Her breath hitches, and as the nurses herd him into a wheelchair, he thinks he just barely hears her whisper, yeah, that’s what I’m worried about dingus.

Inspired by:

And no, I'm not good at calling Dad said I've fallen off the grid We hardly say I love you 'Cause your parent's parents never did Ohh, ohh, ooh Save me, now I'm facing All my fears of the unknown I've been shakin' in my bones Lately, I've been praying To a god I've never known I can't do this on my own

[delightindarkness]

🖐 (Eddie at Nancy)

Nancy was sitting next to Eddie on the couch at the trailer while Shay was taking a nap in the bedroom.

The television was droning on, but it was merely background noise. They were supposed to be studying for an upcoming chemistry test, but it was apparent that Eddie's mind wasn't on science.

A hum left Nancy's lips and she closed her book, though at the moment she was fighting the urge to open her legs further for him.

"Babe....you have to actually pay attention if you wanna pass this test. It's not an easy one."

@perilousxlives

[fizzigigsimmer]

Having been a camp counselor I can confirm, we were all fucking. I mean not me specifically because I was a nerd. Also partly because I’m black, but this is not about the rude awakening to color prejudice I received in my early twenties when visiting small towns in the middle of nowhere USA. This is about how when you stick a bunch of youths in their late teens/early twenties out in the middle of the wilderness, they’re going to fuck. Purely for the entertainment. When I tell you that in a single rotation of campers (ours was two weeks) there would have been a will they wont they romance - that all the campers were inappropriately invested in - followed by a get together, a messy breakup, and a it was you standing beside me all along come to Jesus moment just in time for the parents to witness on pickup day, I kid you not. We were our own cable.

That being said The Strangers Things crew as Camp counselors. Whose banging who in the club house during campfire? Whose kids are late to everything and always losing track of their things? Whose cabins are in a cabin war that has gotten way out of hand because the Counselors have beef and are acting like overgrown kids? Which counselor pulled the short straw and has to put together the showcase for the parents? Whose got the bad kids who are always trying to sneak out and ask their counselor to sneak them beer? Which counselor actually does it? Whose the counselor whose always trying to preach about what a messed up guy he was before he hit rock bottom and found Jesus even though he’s like 19? 😂

[vihilum]

she’s an eras girlie, she’s a daughter of cain, she’s got the range, folks