#Stranger things show

[lukas-dusk]

Celebrity AU

Interviewer : So, in the show the character of Robin and your character a really close, what about in real life?

Steve : Oh it's really like in the show, ask anyone, we’re close.

🎤

Eddie : Robin and my husband sometimes have sleepovers. In my bed. With me in it.

[blkgirlsreadfanfic2]

dating jonathan byers headcanons

pairing: jonathan byers x black!fem!reader

description: a few headcanons i have about dating jonathan byers (inspired by this moodboard)

let me know if you want a fic or blurb based on any of these!

sweetest boyfriend you will ever meet

picks flowers for you while he’s walking

if he’s in the store and sees your favorite snack, he would buy it in a HEARTBEAT

very big on physical touch

holding your hand, putting an arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh while driving

random kisses are something you’ll have to get used to

loves kissing your hand as a form of reassurance

you just finished venting about a bad day? he hugs you and kisses your hand and tells you everything will be alright

despite all this, he’s not a huge PDA fan. he may give you a small kiss here and there, but most of his public affection ends at holding your hand and leaning a head on your shoulder

will make you mixtapes for any and every occasion

you’re studying for finals? he makes a tape of all the best study music

you went to a concert? he makes a mixtape of the set list from the show

he takes random photos of you ALL THE TIME

when he has to submit a portfolio for college applications, the majority of them are shots of you

gifts you a photo album for one of your birthdays

loves watching you do your hair

he tried learning how one day - let’s just say it did not go well

you meet his family about four months in

joyce and will love you, which is really important to jonathan

you’re often at the byers’ house for dinner

dates with jonathan are often simple yet amazing

i’m talking picnics, movie nights, late night drives, ice cream, photo shoots, thrifting, etc.

he is an absolute gem when he meets your family

your guardians approve, and he’s invited to every cookout, reunion, etc

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

I MET MY TWO FAVS FROM STRANGER THINGS THE FIRST SHADOW!! Very grateful.

My mum: “I’ll tell you what she said, she said he plays Henry so well she just wants to give him a cuddle to comfort him”

Louis: “awe.. do you want a hug?”

Of course I couldn’t say no!! Thank you Louis for just letting me hug you and cry it is something I didn’t realise I needed. Thank you to Louis for putting up with my emotional sensitive self and taking his time to talk to us and to thank us for coming to see the show and thanking me for the kind words. I know I’m blabbering on but I’m just eternally grateful.

This show has my heart forever. This is the most amazingly entertaining and mind blowing theatre show I (dare I say) have EVER witnessed. It’s so perfectly beautiful and I’m booking tickets to go see it again. Proof that musical theatre brings people together!!!! Thank you so much to the staff Nancy and teddy for helping us and giving me the confidence to go to stage door. It was such an incredible experience and I cannot recommend it enough. It’s beautifully mind blowing and I was balling my eyes out the entire time. This show has my heart. Thank you for bringing something so beautiful to life even more!!!

[beep-beep-robin]

an animated teaser for stranger things: the first shadow was just released (i think it‘s only available when you have the link) and these are a few stills from it

that clock is definitely the one from season 4, that is 100% eleven, and the word „key“ made me think of the counselor with her necklace.

i‘m so excited to see how this will tie into the story

[canonkiller]

I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"

specific examples include but are not limited to

why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)

why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)

why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)

why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)

why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)

who taught you that this is how things are?

how long do you plan on repeating it?

[reinbouxsworld]

twisted wonderland × kimetsu no yaiba (au!)

based on this post here.

I this this on a a japanese song only playlist and a wave of hiperfixation. So heres the context: Yuno (Yuu) and Leona were newly married and lived on his family’s land. On the night after the Town Below festival, Yuno returned home to find not only her husband’s family dead but also her younger brother, Grimm. Leona was the only one still alive, but as she tried to lead him down the mountain, she discovered that he was no longer human.

Silver, a demon slayer, confronted Leona. However, after witnessing him protect Yuno, he chose to spare the newly turned demon’s life, and send the couple to his master, Lilia.

Vil and Rook are the Tamayo and Yuuchiro of this universe. Vil lived more than 300 years only on serving face and hate, nonetheless showed kindness by helping Yuno and Leona after their encounter with the Demon King.

Ace and deuce are both slayers, one ranking above yuu. The three met during a mission, and the two decided to stick by her side from that point on.

[stevelives]

Joe Keery and his nail bats

[steviesbicrisis]

To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.

That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.

[artrealla]

[lukas-dusk]

Steve : Mike annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he have planned for Will and him special day tomorrow.

Eddie : There is nothing special about tomorrow?

Steve : But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

Eddie :

Eddie : God I love you so much.

[blkgirlsreadfanfic2]

who you gon' call? - steve harrington x black!fem!oc

a slow-burn fanfic that takes place throughout the entire stranger things series steve harrington x sinclair!oc last updated: May 22, 2024

volume 1

CHAPTER ONE: The Vanishing of Will Byers CHAPTER TWO: The Weirdo on Maple Street (coming soon)

[toktopus-art]

happy halloween 👻 it's haunted house time again

[zunaki]

Repainted an old Byler illustration 💖

[cuepickle]

Stranger things x That 70s Show Quotes (Part 1/?)

[steddie-as-they-come]

everybody talks

i could not tell you what this is. i wrote it all in one sitting. enjoy or whatever

It starts with the graffiti.

Scribbled in thick, permanent marker across the boys' gym lockers.

STEVE HARRINGTON FUCKS EDDIE MUNSON

The custodian tries half-heartedly to scrub it off, but he only manages to get about a letter and a half off the locker before his shift is over. It's back up by the next day anyway.

Half the school is walking on tiptoes around Steve, waiting for him to blow up and demand a manhunt for the culprit.

The other half is snickering and laughing as he walks by in the halls.

Steve doesn't give two shits. He holds his head up high and walks onwards, ignoring the laughs and the kissy noises. He needs to graduate. He needs to not get eaten by a terrifying monster from an alternate reality. More pressing things happen to Steve Harrington than grade school graffiti.

Until he turns the corner and sees Eddie Munson glaring furiously at his closed locker.

He doesn't speak to him. Even if the graffiti isn't a big deal, there's no need to add any fuel to the fire.

Eddie finally steps forward and wrenches open his locker door. The crowd milling in the halls begins to laugh.

Papers spill out, dozens of them, cascading over the floor and burying Eddie's shoes. One slides all the way to Steve's feet.

He looks down automatically.

There's an atrocious drawing of two stick figures bent over each other. The one on the bottom has two lines of curly hair, while the one on the top has a singular swooping line of graphite.

Great.

Steve swiftly scoops it up and crumples it in his fist, shoving it in his pocket. He'll toss it out later.

As he hustles past Eddie, steadfastly not looking in his direction, he thinks he hears Eddie mutter, "Every class period."

Steve turns a corner, and the train wreck that is Eddie's locker is gone.

He slides into his seat, knowing the band girls who sit in the back corner of the classroom are whispering about him, but finding he couldn't care less.

The teacher starts class.

He reaches into his pocket and slides the crumpled paper between his fingers, over and over.

Steve raises his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher nods and waves him away, and Steve scrambles out the door, rounding the corner.

Eddie's still there, kneeling by his locker, trying to scoop up papers.

Steve kneels next to him. "Hey."

Eddie jumps like an alley cat that's been spooked. Steve could swear his hair starts bristling, puffing up.

"Your majesty," Eddie finally says, glaring back at the pile of paper like Steve'll disappear if he doesn't look at him. "To what do I owe the pleasure."

It's not really a question.

Steve answers it anyway. "Came to help," he says simply, picking up a piece of paper that has EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON written on it in bold letters, surrounded by stupid little hearts. "After all, my name's on half this stuff."

"How kind," Eddie said. "Keeping me distracted while your buddies key my van or something?"

Steve reels back. "Huh?"

"I'm not dumb, Harrington," Eddie says, crumpling up another sheet of paper. Steve can barely catch EDDIE HARRINGTON on it before it's balled in Eddie's fist. "I get this is a prank or whatever. I just can't understand why you'd involve yourself with me. The King and the Freak."

"'Cause I'm not the King anymore." Steve says, standing to drag a nearby garbage can closer. It's already half-full of papers. "You sure don't listen to gossip, Munson. Billy beat my ass and I lost every friend I had. So. I think it's a prank on both of us."

"Oh."

Eddie, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, shuts the fuck up. Steve had seen people lose their meals to his impassioned school cafeteria rants, but it only takes Steve Harrington to shut Munson's infamous mouth.

Wait, that sounds wrong.

They keep cleaning in silence - relatively. Steve starts balling up the papers and tossing them at the trash can, unable to stop himself from hissing out a yes! if he makes the throw.

"Impressive," Eddie says dryly. "Can you do this?" He raises one hand in the air like he's about to take a pledge, and in the other he folds and rolls a slip of paper until it's shaped like a joint.

Steve chuckles. "Nope." He takes the fake joint, and it comes undone in his palm, revealing the same crude stick figure couple from earlier.

Right.

Steve had forgotten what they were doing here.

Evidently, Eddie had too. He looks down at the drawing, then snatches the paper from Steve, tossing it in the trash, two spots of pink high on his cheeks.

He scoops the last of the papers into his arms, dumping them in the trash can. "You can go back to class," he tells Steve, settling down with his back against the locker.

"What are you doing?" Steve says, slightly caught off-guard by the dismissal.

"Seeing if those pricks will try to do it again." Eddie says, folding his knees up to his chest. "They do it all the time. I think there's a jungle's worth of trees just being used to make shit for my locker."

"You're just gonna guard it?" Steve asks.

"Sure," Eddie says, picking at a piece of lint on his shirt. "What else have I got to do?"

Steve plops himself down next to Eddie. "I'll guard with you," he says stubbornly.

"Seriously?" Eddie asks, like Steve's particularly slow. Steve's gotten that tone of voice a lot in his life.

"Yeah." Steve says. He parrots, "What else have I got to do?"

"You're just gonna fuel the rumors, dude." Eddie says. "My name's mud around here. You know that damn well."

"Sure," Steve shrugs. "But it hasn't been half-bad hanging out with you, and I don't care what these jackasses think of me anymore. Bigger things to worry about."

They settle into a comfortable silence, watching the students pass by, their whispered comments and curious glances bouncing off the duo. Eddie taps his fingers rhythmically on the ground, humming a tune Steve doesn't recognize but finds oddly comforting.

He reaches into his pocket to feel the small paper, then tugs it out. Is it dumb that a stupid drawing is making him think about himself this much?

"Hey, Eddie," Steve starts, hesitating. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Eddie says idly.

"How do you... I mean, when did you know you were gay?" Steve asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie's expression turns to one of suspicion, but he answers anyway. "I guess I always knew, deep down. But I really figured it out in middle school." He looks at Steve out of the corner of his eye. "Why?"

Steve bites his lip, considering his next words carefully. "I think I might be... different too. I mean, I've only ever dated girls, but lately, I don't know. I feel... something."

Something means he worried for weeks when Billy beat the shit out of him because suddenly all these feelings were tugging at his brain. Feelings for people like Eddie Munson.

Eddie's eyes widen slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. (What? Steve's not looking at his lips. Huh?) "Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High, might not be straight? Now that's some gossip I'd actually pay attention to."

"Shut up," Steve mutters, but he's smiling too. "I'm serious."

"Well..." Eddie trails off. "We can try it out?"

Steve's heart skips a beat. "Huh?"

"We can try it out." Eddie repeats. "But, uh," he leans close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Steve's ear. "Just so you know, I prefer to be the one on top."

Weeks later, the school is overtaken by a new kind of graffiti. Papers plastered to every surface, a spiky handwriting (usually used to write setlists and D&D character sheets) adorning each and every one of them.

EDDIE MUNSON FUCKS STEVE HARRINGTON