#stranger things/a nightmare on elm street

[radiobyers]

will byers only senses vecna’s presence around mike wheeler. vecna is obviously inspired by freddy krueger. freddy krueger psychologically attacks jesse in a nightmare on elm street 2 by showing him his sexuality & targeting men he shows attraction to. i’m sensing a pattern here…

[taeiris]

happy- wait… what day is it again?

prints and stickers up! shop now<3

[daphneblqke]

STRANGER THINGS 4 and A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET

[marioggy]

Fav Horror Icons

[bebx]

I lowkey need a recreation of this photo where it’s the Stranger Things cast kissing Jamie Campbell Bower as Vecna

@twihs-blog

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

can you put him in a nightmare on elm street maybe?

[the-bee-graveyard]

I actually need to be stopped

Stranger Things Characters as Horror Movies

Mike as Nightmare on Elm Street (2) / Will as The Sixth Sense / Max as Scream / Lucas as It / El as Carrie / Dustin as The Shining

[whowantsnachos]

was looking through my camera roll and completely forgot i made this when they mentioned freddy krueger in stranger things s4

[lancelot-drawsalot]

This meme has had me on a chokehold so I quickly made a Harringsmith version of it

[miaisagirllover]

i'm on the byler tomblr, straight pondering "it"

and when i say "it", haha, i meaning the similarities between elm street 2and stranger things, specifically will's season 2 arc, with both the literal possession story and the metaphorical themes of both will and jesse dealing with their queer identity in the 80s

[whats-youre-deadname]

*Gets on knees in front of window and stares out longingly and prays* Oh great Tumblr Artists.. please draw Steve Harrington in the crop-top outfit from Nightmare on Elm Street, Please Tumblr artists

[spookytuesdaypod]

oh ok so stranger things saw nightmare on elm street 3 and said copy and paste like for real

[roadkillremi]

My red flag is; I watch a scary movie and go "Yeah, I would survive that.".

[goblinssweetestleaf]

A tale of dumbassery, a sailor, and one innocent bi-stander (aka. Eddie Munson)

Eddie was crouched on the curb of the building when one of the back doors to the mall suddenly flung open. He was behind the mall near the dumpsters, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to slam the door with their legs while their hands were full of garbage bags. What was not normal, however, were the tiny shorts on this guy's ass. 

There were no shorts that needed to be that short. Though it was the eighties, crop tops, and short shorts on men were a trend. That didn’t mean Eddie had to enjoy it. If anything, he enjoyed it so much that it did a full one-eighty into a bad case of loathing. 

But this sailor, in his short blue shorts, maybe one in a million because Eddie's enjoyment was doing a full three-sixty on repeat. He’s pretty sure his eyes were doing that silly animated thing too, where they continuously popped in and out of his skull.

As he kept watching this fine-looking sailor, he noticed the other man struggling to carry three garbage bags in his two hands. His arms were visibly straining from the weight. The man was also purposely stumbling to the dumpster to avoid one of the leaking bags, leaving a trail of melted ice cream behind him. He was a walking disaster just waiting to happen and Eddie found himself slightly more into that than he had previously thought.

What can Eddie say? He has a thing for dumb men and nice asses. And this gorgeous, gorgeous fool in front of him was the epitome of dumbassery. 

Eddie was so distracted by this man that his cigarette burned to the nub, and he wasn’t paying attention to the heat slowly beginning to reach his fingers. Not until it was too late did he notice the tiny lit flame against his skin. Some of the ash landed on his pants, hands, and even his favorite ‘Ride the Lightning’ tee.

“Fuck,” he yelps as he hops up and purposely drops the nub under his show to put it out. His right hand, which got burnt, was doing a dramatic jazz hand skit, while his left made a feeble attempt to brush off the ash. He then looks back up to see the sailor, who had been two-thirds of the way to the dumpster before Eddie did his small fire dance, was now looking at him.

From where he stood, Eddie could hear the other chuckling at him. Embarrassment washed over him before it slowly turned to anger when he finally comprehended who he was looking at.

Standing almost ten feet away from him was Steve Harrington, the same Harrington who was a complete douchebag in high school. Now, said douchebag was holding back soft laughter. The asshole even opened his mouth, probably to give Eddie shit, when the bag that had been leaking the entire way to the dumpster finally broke. 

Ice cream and trash go everywhere, most landing on Steve's shoes and hairy legs. 

Eddie doesn’t hold back the laughter that catches him by surprise, his anger leaving him before he can say anything too stupid. However, he quickly stops when the other boy's gaze falls back on him. 

He’s afraid he’ll have to run away from a trash-covered king, but that fear quickly dissolves when he hears Steve's laughter slowly join his. 

“I suppose that's what I get for being an asshole.” Steve comments, scrunching his nose in disgust as he steps out of the puddle of sour milk at his feet.

He looks back up, about to say something to Eddie, but the door he exited less than five minutes ago flings open. This time, a disgruntled girl with a slight bob and matching sailor suit emerges.

“Hey, asshole-” She stops mid-sentence, her expression morphing into disgust as she processes the mess surrounding Steve. 

Eddie glances back at Steve who is now frantically moving much faster than before. He throws the garbage over the dumpster and quickly begins to pick up what he can, which isn’t much before he runs back to the girl at the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t see the bag was ripped until I was like five feet away from the exit, and I was hoping to get it all mopped up before you noticed, but the bag broke and–” Steve’s words were flying a mile per minute, each hitting his coworker in the face all at once. 

Once again, Eddie is surprised by the boy's behavior and so is Robin, whose name tag he had managed to catch when she takes a step back from Steve. Who now reeked of garbage and seemed oblivious to this fact along with what personal space was.

“Ok, ok, I get it, dingus.” Robins's hand moves up in a stop motion. Both she and Eddie watch as Steve’s anxiety train slows down to a halt before it goes too far off the rails. 

“We can get a janitor to clean it up or something, but I need you to get back in there before I piss myself. I’m having one of your kids watch the booth while we are away and I don’t think we have enough time to piss and get you cleaned up before they start robbing us clean.” Robin rambles out. 

Eddie can’t help but think that the two were perfect for each other because they sure did ramble a lot. 

Eddie’s existence is again ignored as the two sailors head back in. Before Steve is completely gone though, he sends a small finger wave Eddie's way. 

And at that moment, Eddie decided he was going to loathe that boy's ass forever.

Ahhh I'm slowly getting back into a flow of things and strangely this one shot took me forever to write which I am not used to. (Though I am considering expanding this into Eddie finding Steve and Robin fucked up on the truth serum though I am not sure, I am willing to take opinions though)

[thecoffeelovingcat]

doodling cuz I p100ed Leon and steve. Soon i'll have quentin too.

Quentin is the cutest tbh

and No i don't touch grass don't be ridiculous.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Nancy 🤝 Mike: Being named after horror icons