#Patrick McKinney

[shieldofiron]

The fact that of all four of Vecna’s victims Patrick has the least screentime? Deserves jail I think?

He should have been front and center. Actually he should have gotten to throw a basketball at Vecna’s head.

[ebongawk]

fun facts about every star in the sky that I didn't have time to include:

now that I've completed my st4 fix-it fic, every star in the sky (is taking aim) and it's been out for a while, I thought I'd go through a variety of small details I came up with through writing their journey that I either didn't have the time or the place to include in the original story.

(technically some spoilers below the line!!!)

from Eddie waking up on the 28th of February to Chrissy rushing her way into the Upside Down, the story takes place in its entirety over ten days. Eddie's hospital trip technically happens after midnight, dawning the eleventh day without the oppressive red thunderstorm hanging over their heads.

Prior to the accident, Fred's Vecna song would've been St. Elmo's Fire by John Parr. After the accident, he hadn't found another song that spoke to him in quite the same way, leaving him without the protection of a favorite song. Whether that would've mattered or made a difference is up for debate.

The uncle that taught Patrick archery was his dad's brother. He killed himself in 1982, which is when Pat's dad started getting significantly more violent.

Chrissy and Eddie's mom, Alice, share a birthday. February 26th.

In chapter 4, when Eddie gives Chrissy his phone number, he writes in on the back of a tampon receipt. I just thought it was funny.

On their first anniversary, which they decided is March 1st, Chrissy gifts Eddie with a stuffed elephant he dubs Sir Ears-A-Lot the Third. Sir Ears-A-Lot the First is in his mom's casket and the Second is the keychain that disappeared. It ends up becoming a staple, holding a place of honor in every home they live in after.

The first thing Eddie does once he has his cast off his book an appointment at a tattoo parlor. He gets the bats on his arm covered, replacing them instead with a large bouquet of black and pink dahlia flowers. Chrissy's favorite.

While Steve, Robin, and Argyle showed an interest in Kali (I mean who wouldn't), she actually only had eyes for one member of the Party.

Kali also takes off immediately after closing the gates with El, knowing she can't stay without risking getting caught, but she circles back a few months later. Part of the crowd when Eddie, Chrissy, Patrick, Nancy and Robin all graduate.

With Joyce going to find Hopper three-and-a-half weeks earlier than in the canon storyline, he wasn't on the verge of being sent off as Demogorgon fodder, so it was easier to break him out.

Patrick and Jason's friendship doesn't survive Battle of the Upside Down. Jason is far more upset about this than Patrick.

Andy entirely loses his ability to speak above a hoarse whisper as a result of his injuries, as well as some mobility. He is forced to retire from sports and, bitter and angry, refuses to go to college.

Coincidentally, Chrissy was accepted into the University of Massachusetts, Boston with a partial cheer scholarship, putting her only 15 minutes from Nancy at Emerson. They both scream when they realize, nearly blowing out Jonathan and Eddie's ear drums.

At some point while cleaning out a closet, Chrissy finds a box of framed photos tucked away. Each one of Alice, Wayne and Eddie all together in some capacity. She and Eddie pick one to put out on the coffee table, and Wayne cries (extremely manly, one-to-three tears) when he sees it. He admits that it was too hard to look at them before, and putting them away was his selfish need to keep her memory at arm's length. Eddie forgives him, of course. The next day, all of the other photos are out, too.

[will80sbyers]

Ohhhh I think this is a cemetery in Vecna's mind? Could it be? Because the names are written not like they would write them normally... I think? Unless they fix them after...

Patrick McKinney ?

From tate100t on twitter

[strangerthingfanfic]

*reblog please*

I wanna talk about Patrick McKinney and death and race

White cheerleader only in one episode gets full Vecna visit and death

White newspaper kid who was creepy and only in a couple episodes gets full Vecna treatment and death

Patrick, who is black gets none of it.

I mean literally he was the only one of Vecna’s victims we didn’t see anything about his pain only him mentioning an abusive parent in passing.

And to add to this I constantly see videos that leave him out of the vecna killings.

No one can say it was only because he was a new character or not in it long because Chrissy and Fred we're new and in less than Patrick.

If you can't see the way the Duffers have treated their black characters like crap then your blind.

So just remember if you're a Billy hater for being racist towards Lucas don't forget to add in Mike and The Duffer Brothers

I don't condone the racism from any of them

[intothedysphoria]

How I imagine different Billy Hargrove ships getting together because he refuses to leave my head (I’m procrastinating research for my dissertation)

Harringrove: It’s a long process across many years of hooking up and breaking up and fighting. They seem to spilt up for good in their late twenties until they reconnect twenty years later, without any youthful headstrong feelings that kept them apart. They find each other again in a bar in California and just never leave.

Mungrove: Billy learns about Eddie because they run in similar circles in Hawkins. It’s such a small scene, meeting is inevitable and they both have such similar tastes, they hit it off immediately. Billy is eventually worn down and lets Eddie design them couples Hellfire Club shirts.

Calicheer: it’s after cheer practice and Chrissy finds Billy hanging out aimlessly outside the gymnasium, reluctant to go back home. After a long night of talking, he makes a slightly clunky offer of a date and Chrissy is so charmed by him, she accepts.

Hollogrove: Post Starcourt, Billy and Heather are in adjacent beds in hospital. They’d been friends for a couple of months with a reciprocated crush neither had known about. Nothing like almost dying to confess your true feelings for someone though. They escape Hawkins together.

Argilly: There genuinely had never been anyone else. A first kiss for both of them at fifteen, then two years later Neil had found out. Billy was taken from a medium sized town in California to a small town in Indiana. Writing to each other is exceptionally difficult until after the mindflayer. Then Billy finds him again.

Kingrove: It was a secret from literally everyone, both having homophobic and abusive fathers. Good thing both of them are very good at keeping secrets. They break up briefly due to an argument about where to move after high school but get back together within 48 hours. Steve and Heather called it the longest 48 hours of their life.

Byergrove: Jonathan really loves photography. Billy has a passion for short stop motion films. They get paired together for a film project in school and get gradually closer throughout the month before the project is due. Jonathan makes the first move. Billy has a *small* crisis and runs off, before eventually accepting.

Cargrove: Jason is very, very closeted. Billy, slightly less so. Jason decides he wants to *experiment* with same sex relationships and sets his sight on Billy. Billys initial reaction is fuck no, because he isn’t just an experiment but Jason manages to prove that he’s genuine. Eventually.

Harringroveson: Billy and Eddie are together very very fast and Steve can’t decide who he’s jealous of. Turns out, it’s both. But he manages to endear himself to Billy and Eddie with a genuinely earnest and sweet nature and they decide to become a polycule. It works very well.

[lengthofropes]

Eddie witnesses the third murder

[wewebaggit]

So there was not a SINGLE PERSON in the writer's room who could come up with a better backstory/build-up to Patrick getting Vecnaed. Not One. Do not EVER tell me the writing on this show is top shit. Y'all just too busy in your circlejerk to care.

Picture attached for reference. Just in case.

[adelacreations]

Sweetheart ship candy stickers I made for February only!

Will be available on February 9th!

Edit: Get them in my shop [here] Etsy version [here]

[empress-of-snark]

hit me like a ray of sun

burning through my darkest night

you’re the only one that I want

think I’m addicted to your light

stranger things rarepair collection

[californiaboytoybilly]

:|| Chrissy x Patrick ||:

-> when salted tears won’t dry, i’ll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes. - shirtsleeves, ed sheeran

[shieldofiron]

Ahhh I've been gradually finding some of your patrick x chrissy posts/moodboards! Glad to see I'm not the only one who ships/writes for them💞

Do you have any other hcs or vibes for them??

I am obsessed I actually wrote a little fic for them too but I ought to write more. You can see them sprinkled throughout my other fics too because they just make so much SENSE.

But my biggest vibe for them is like… it’s always been like the three musketeers. Jason, Pat and Chrissy. And when Jason wanted to date Chrissy he asked, and of course Pat said yes.

Because they’re his best friends. It doesn’t matter that it hurts staying together matters more.

And Chrissy always wondered why not? Why did Patrick never… because they get on so well. He’s the only one she told about her mom. She’s the only one he told about her dad.

But they’re together. That’s what matters. And her parents would never accept them. His parents would never accept her. It doesn’t matter that it hurts staying together matters more.

She writes it on a paper and burns it in the grate. He writes it on his heart and tells no one. It doesn’t matter that it hurts staying together matters more.

[every-dayiwakeup]

Some examples of The Duffers failing their characters:

Chrissy's death serving as Eddie's motive.

Making Karen a child predator (they could've had a scene where Billy apologizes to Lucas, but instead they chose that... hm.)

Making Billy look like he was the "big bad predator" during the pool scene, even though he was the victim and not Karen.

Giving El a boyfriend before she learns about what she likes and doesn't like.

Framing Billy to be worse than the actual villains.

Having Nancy date Jonathan even though he took pictures of her without her consent.

Steve lying to Billy about where Max was.

Having Argyle be the "tracker" while Jonathan, Mike, and Will look at a map.

Patrick's death scene. The camera kept panning to Eddie and Jason instead of staying focused on Patrick. He didn't even get a flashback.

Their inability to write female friendships without including a fight over a boy.

Traumatizing El over and over again.

Killing Barb and Heather.

Choosing which characters for the audience to support, which they do by framing certain characters as bad in order to make other characters look better.

Inconsistencies with their characterization.

Adding new characters just to kill them off and avoid killing any of the main characters.

Reducing characters to stereotypes.

Argyle doesn't have a last name.

[will80sbyers]

STRANGER THINGS 4 Chapter Five: The Nina Project

[thatgirlwithasquid]

y’know what? im actually curious about this

[chickensoupleg]

Skedaddling from here too.

[pearlypairings]

burnin' through my darkest night

pairing: patrick mckinney x chrissy cunningham tags: no vecna au, slow burn, pining to the max, mentions of abuse, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending summary: Patrick and the Hawkins' Tigers are on track for this year's basketball championship under his best friend, Jason Carver's leadership. And that's about the only thing he's looking forward to senior year besides graduating and moving far, far away for college.... Well that, and any chance he gets to see his neighbor, Chrissy Cunningham.....who happens to be Jason's girlfriend.

link to ao3

sneak peek for chapter one below the cut:

The slide of the deadbolt sunk straight to the pit of Patrick’s stomach. The lock clicking into place resonated, only adding to the lingering tension from the shouting match he had just costarred in with his dad. He clenched his fist, shoving it into his pocket, while blood boiled up his neck to spawn the instant headache he’d become intimately familiar with. It took everything Patrick had to not punch the frame of his bedroom door; he didn’t want to load any more ammunition for his father to weaponize against him. He had six months left. Six months until he picked up his life in Hawkins and moved into a dorm room six hours away. August couldn’t come soon enough. His hand trembled in his pocket, adrenaline pumping through him recklessly like a bursting faucet. He tried to ignore his father’s booming voice from downstairs, rehashing the scene to his mom… he’s ungrateful—how careless can our son be!  Same old song and dance, his mom had to pretend to be captivated by. This had to be the umpteenth time his father locked him in here this year, any chance to berate him subsequently became a good enough excuse to grab his collar and shut him away. He stopped resisting years ago. It wasn’t actually the muddy gym sneakers, the missed curfews, or the bad grades in Stats class. Patrick solved the mystery of the intense fights spawning up lately all on his own (no statistics needed). His father simply resented a single, undeniable truth. The strict control he’d exerted over the years was slipping. In a few months, Patrick would be eighteen—an adult capable and free to make his own decisions. These four walls would cease to double as his involuntary, solitary cell. And for the record, this prison was poorly-run. Patrick sniffed a deep inhale in an attempt to quell the surging tension beneath the surface of his muscles. He was a kettle close to boiling over, steam ready to fire hot and high. He pushed out a long exhale when he looked outside his window. The waxing moon washed the white picket fence in pale blue light, a sharp contrast to the row of  rhododendrons Mrs. Cunningham planted last year.  Chrissy’s light was on, glowing through the sheer rosy curtains to reveal the silhouette of her plush teddy bear on the sill. Her bedroom overlooked the same shared fence from the second floor, facing his room ever since they were kids. Patrick unclenched his fist finally, crescent imprints stinging the inside of his palms, and threw on his letterman jacket over his hoodie.  Chrissy set up their signal, and there was no way in hell he was going to stay cooped up all night, pretending he didn’t see it. The window opened without a squeak, courtesy of the grease he sprayed inside the tracks last week, and he propped up his basketball next to the window in case she was waiting for him to respond. With one last glance around his room—cleaned spotless and bed made with army precision—Patrick lowered himself out the window, traipsed over the roof, and climbed down the lattice with well-practiced maneuvering. Hopefully, no one unlocked his door during his jailbreak. Fuck Dad, he decided. Patrick stalked down the line of the fence, staying in the cover of its shadow in case of any curious eyes. Once at the treeline, he scurried into the woods and followed the faint path from years of late night venting. His fingers traced the rough bark of the broken pine tree, finding comfort in it. He turned left, ducking below the felled oak and into the tiny clearing hidden by the brush. Chrissy sat on their log, ankles crossed, writing in a notebook with her flashlight tucked under her chin.....