#mystery + stranger

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

sick of this anti-aging obsession. let's go in the opposite direction. i want more characters who are hardened & grizzled & have a face lined with the harrowing tribulations of time--and then halfway through the narrative u find out they're 27

[mobius-m-mobius]

#happy anniversary to remembering this actually happened 😘✌️

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 5 - “Science/Fiction”

[bucketofcursedbooks]

Oh to live in a weird little town with gloomy weather and strange weird sounds in the woods and hushed whispers about strange sightings and an alarming amount of hauntings and a concerning amount of eye motifs and a library with conveniently placed section for everything that's relevant to the mystery and cloaked figures sneaking around and the occasional uncanny person and weird notes and maps and books and stuff being found around the town and oh to live in a weird little town with a mystery

[cheezitofthevalley]

80's slasher summer graphics (Pt 1)

ngl I have no idea where most of these are from. If anyone knows comment and I'll give credit/remove if they want.

[strangertheories]

I really despise the Marvelification of Stranger Things, because all the interviews nowadays are constantly referencing how fast paced and epic and big the finale will be but the reason people fell in love with the show wasn't special effects or long episodes; it was the plot, it was the characters, it was the mystery. Stranger Things 1 may have been a story about a government conspiracy and a monster, but that's not why we stuck around. The show can throw amazing CGI, Russians, a battle within the American army and an apocalypse at the audience with the biggest budget known to man but if they forget to ground it and keep it central, it'll just get lost amongst a plethora of other "epic" blockbusters. We want Steven King, not Avengers.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

me 🤝 eddie munson

being absolutely obsessed with steve harrington and unable to comprehend how no one else is

[so-i-did-this-thing]

A great shot of my Mysterious Stranger by dtjaaaam over on insta!

Leatherwork by me, mask by @feralworks

[miwiluvv]

I can’t stop thinking about willel as the mystery twins

LIKE— how can you hate them? 💛💜

[meerphanim]

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Follyyyy!!! 😊😊😊😊😊🥴💕💕💕💕💕💕 Been wanting to try making art gifs, here's a simple one. I used Capcut and Ezgif dot com.

Here's two still images of said gif!

[thefreakandthehair]

fireplace.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles & @steddiemas | prompts: fireplace and cabin | wc: 969 | rating: teen & up | tags: mutual requited pining, post-canon, steve pov, getting together, first kiss, winter fluff, artist!Eddie, domestic

It was supposed to be a group trip.

After they’d lost their spring and summer to fighting off an apocalypse, and then their fall to nursing their injuries both physical and mental, they’d wanted to get away. Steve, Robin, Argyle, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie had planned on taking advantage of the Harrington’s cabin just over the border to Michigan, but it fell apart as quickly as it had come together. Robin’s parents booked a surprise trip to France, Karen and Ted wanted to spend more time with Nancy, Mike, and Holly, Argyle’s family wanted him to come back for the holidays and where Argyle goes, Jonathan goes.

It was supposed to be a group trip but instead, Steve finds himself alone in the cozy midwestern retreat with Eddie, his mismatched socked feet on Steve’s lap, and the sounds of his humming as he scribbles something in his notebook.

Steve doesn’t mind— in fact, he feels a little bit guilty because he almost… well, he’s glad that it ended up being just the two of them. He loves Robin, and he’s really come around to Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy as good friends and not just fellow involuntary soldiers forced to band together, but there’s just something different about his time with Eddie.

When it’s just the two of them, no one asking for rides or teasing either of them for how close they sit on the couch, Steve relaxes. He breathes. He just is. Eddie doesn’t expect much of him, or if he does, he never lets on and Steve certainly isn’t going to ask and ruin the moment. Just like the moment he finds himself in now: comfortable silence broken by nothing but a crackling fire and the sound of Eddie’s pencil against the page.

“What’re you doing over there?” Steve asks, gently squeezing Eddie’s calf with the hand he hadn’t realized was absentmindedly rubbing up and down Eddie’s soft, worn-in sweatpants.

“Huh?” Eddie looks up, eyebrows hitched up and pencil coming to a halt. “Oh, nothing. Just sketching, I guess.”

“Is it for the campaign?” Steve grins. “Can I see? I won’t tell Dustin, I promise.”

“That little shit would bat his eyes twice and you’d spill the whole ending, are you kidding me?” Eddie laughs, pulling his notebook closer to his chest. “And no, it’s not for the campaign anyways. It’s for my eyes only.”

“Oh, now all of a sudden, we’re keeping secrets?” Steve shakes his head and rolls his eyes, fond.

“It’s just lame, at least by my standards. There’s not a single snake or skull on this page, man. Nothing interesting, Boy Scouts’ Honor.” Eddie gives Steve a sly salute and Steve snorts, scooting closer so Eddie’s feet hang fully over his legs, his knees bent over Steve’s thighs.

“You were never a Boy Scout, so that means nothing,” he starts. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be all dark or whatever for me to think it’s interesting. It’s interesting because it’s yours.”

His voice comes out a little softer than he anticipated, all humor gone and replaced with hushed vulnerability. Eddie picks up on it, like he always does when it’s Steve, and tilts his head slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, squeezes Eddie’s leg again but with intention this time.

“Tell anyone and I’ll find a way to resurrect Vecna, okay?”

“I’ll probably tell Robin,” Steve admits.

“I always assume you’ll tell Robin; she doesn’t count.” Eddie chuckles under his breath with a crooked smile, peeling his notebook away from his chest. “Alright, here.”

He looks away as he hands the notebook to Steve and Steve’s breath catches in his throat. Eddie’s art takes up two full pages, the cabin sketched in pencil and the fireplace detailed with varying shades of graphite. Dark gray stones from the mantle to the ceiling, roaring flames that seem to move in tandem with the fire right in front of them, dancing and crackling both on the page and in real life. The wooden logs on the page mirror the old-world charm of the walls that surround them, and in the center of it all, Steve sits on the couch with Eddie’s legs in his lap and a notebook in Eddie’s hands.

Steve looks closer, picking out the minutiae he’s missed from his own perspective. His features are soft, shadows from the fire across his Hawkins High hoodie, and more importantly, Eddie isn’t drawing in his sketch. He’s not scribbling away, shading, his tongue just barely poking out between his teeth in concentration. No, on the page, Eddie’s not even looking at his notebook.

He’s looking at Steve.

“Wow,” Steve exhales, finally looking back to Eddie and his hesitant, worried eyes. “Ed, this is incredible. You call this uninteresting?”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” he responds. The I love you stays silent. “Is this really how you see me?”

“Not exactly. I’m uh,” Eddie pauses, seems to draw up courage as he sits up a little straighter. “I’m not a good enough artist to draw you how I see you.”

Silence sits heavy between them, joining them on the couch as Steve tries to figure out what to do, how to decipher if the warmth in his chest is from what he thinks Eddie’s trying to say or from the fire in front of them.

It’s just the two of them and, well, words have never really been Steve’s strength, have they?

Eventually, he’ll find the words to tell Eddie how he sees him, how he feels about him; Steve will tell him that he feels like hot chocolate and warm blankets, and that sometimes he drives him a little insane but in all of the best ways.

For now though, it’s just the two of them with Steve’s lips against Eddie’s, and that’s more than enough.

[hellfireart]

Hawkins Mystery Gang

Vecna would have gotten away with it, too...

oh wait.

[I didn't decide on these characters by look or relationship but by personality traits and no. no I don't care if no one else agrees let me live in delusion]

[bwallure]

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN (1951) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[vaguely-concerned]

the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this

[solarmorrigan]

Eddie, despite ample opportunity, has never commented on how much of a dick Steve used to be. Not when it’s the whole group ragging on him (with affection, usually), not when it’s Steve himself telling a funny story about something monumentally stupid he’d done in high school, not even when it’s just the two of them together, reminiscing, frowning over past mistakes

It takes Steve a while to notice, and while he appreciates it, he does sort of wonder why

“I mean, I must’ve given you reason to,” Steve says, when he brings it up to Eddie

Eddie shrugs. “Whether you did or not doesn’t really matter now. I think I, of all people, get that you sometimes just really gotta leave high school in the past.”

“Yeah, but you talk about other shit you did in high school,” Steve says. “Even Robin has a couple of stories about how much of an asshole I was. Why don’t you?”

“Because I know you,” Eddie says, far more sincerely than Steve had expected. “I know how you get sometimes, all up in your head, repeating all the shit you’ve heard people say about you. And when you get like that, I don’t want you to be able to hear it in my voice. Not even if I was joking when I said it.”

The words hit Steve like a fist in the sternum.

“Not even– not even if I deserve it?”

“No. Because you don’t deserve it.”

There are a lot of things Steve doesn’t deserve, and he’s pretty sure Eddie—Eddie’s friendship, Eddie’s forgiveness, Eddie’s love—is right near the top of the list. But Steve’s always been a little selfish; he’s always been too willing to grab for good things that he knows he shouldn’t touch

“I don’t want to make you feel worse,” Eddie says. “I wanna be the reason you feel better.”

And Steve doesn’t deserve that, either. But when Eddie says it like that, like he’s so goddamn sure, it’s hard not to believe him. Hard not to believe that maybe– maybe Steve doesn’t have to bleed to have this. Maybe he can let Eddie reach for him, be held against him, fist his hands in Eddie’s shirt and press his face into the curve of Eddie’s neck and just… be

And maybe that will be enough

[polarspaz]

Stranger Things / Pokemon Mystery Dungeon crossover!

Steve is an Arcanine- Dustin is a Phanpy- Lucas is a Treekco- Eleven is a Kirlia- Mike is a Squirtle- Will is a Ralts- Max is a Nidorina

[orange-orchard-system]

I think... there might be a small issue in system spaces where everyone is assumed to be white-bodied by default. And I get it, because I know white is seen and treated as the default a lot of the time, but please do make an effort to remember there are folks of lots of different ethnicities and skin tones in this community, and a lot of different cultural upbringings besides. I really enjoy the diversity of this community and I'd hate for it to get brushed aside just for some assumptions. So, let's try not to assume what people on the internet look like or where they're from (or anything else, honestly), okay?