thinger-strang
things are about to get...strange
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thinger-strang Ā· 6 days ago
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demo Steve head concepts. I thought a lot about his mouth and how it can expand, especially keeping him low profile
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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Wait, I have something to give you!
[The heebie jeebies has been added to your inventory]
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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I think they might be in ~~*~*~*love~*~*~*~I
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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This made my heart happy to do. A commission for the lovely @patternscolorsflowers
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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one of my old art posts (like pre art side blog) is getting traction out of nowhere and fawk the anatomy is so bad STOP REBLOGGING
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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rip billy hargrove you would have gone insane over this steve harringtonā€™s s5 outfit
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thinger-strang Ā· 2 months ago
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Stevie šŸŒ·
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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Steve had his mom have had a fairly rocky relationship.
When he was really little, they were close. She was a stay at home parent, and she genuinely loved playing with her toddler every day. Teaching him the alphabet, playing with dolls and trucks on the living room carpet, putting him in his high chair so he could watch her cook.
Things got tense when he started middle school. Steve was going through a severe awkward phase, and he didnā€™t really like anyone looking at him for too long. Including his mother. He started pushing her away, and she let herself be pushed. She started volunteer work with some other women in Hawkins, throwing galas and fundraisers at the country club.
Once in high school, Steve refused to be a mommaā€™s boy. He was finally good looking, and he didnā€™t want girls to e weirded out by the fact that he spent more time hanging out with his mom than anyone else. Heā€™s heard the donuts about Jonathan Byers. No thanks.
But, something happens in 1981. Something that meant Steve was about to bond over with his mom.
Princess Diana.
They are both obsessed. Steveā€™s mom let him stay up all night with her to watch the wedding live on TV. Steve would come home from school to see magazines with Di on the cover and riffle through it as fast as he could so he could talk to him mom about the latest photos, the latest philanthropical endeavor, the latest fashion moment.
It was something they always shared. Even when they didnā€™t share anything else.
When Steve fell in love with a man. And his parents cut him off. When he and Billy fled to the city at eighteen, nineteen.
Steve hadnā€™t even spoken with his mother in nearly a year, when she called him to ask if heā€™d seen the news, that Princess Diana had shook hands with an AIDs patient.
They talked for hours, and Steve cried on the phone, and he cried after. Because the last time heā€™d seen his parents, his mother called him disgusting and his dad had called him something even worse, and now his mom was calling him because Princess Diana didnā€™t wear gloves to shake a manā€™s hand.
Steveā€™s parents got a divorce six months after Diana did. Steve bought his mother a cake and an apartment five miles away and a recreation of the revenge necklace.
His mom pounded on his front door a few months after that. She was sobbing when Billy answered the door, and she hugged Steve Rochester than she ever had when she told him that Princess Diana was gone.
They both cried, and Billy made them tea and didnā€™t say anything because he thought their obsession was a little silly, but he wouldā€™ve killed Diana personally if it meant his mother holding him like that.
And nearly fifteen years later, at his momā€™s funeral, Steve spoke about the two women that raised him. That his mom taught him how to forgive, how to be kind, and how to love, because Diana taught her those things. And Billy surprised Steve by playing Candle in the Wind on the piano.
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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i want to draw something for Halloween!
give me your suggestions for characters and/or pairing i should do and what costumes!
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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im getting back into writing (not stranger things sorry) and im working on something rn and never have i ever had such a clear vision for how i want this fic to go damn
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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even more harringrove doodles this night
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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JOE KEERY Wonderland Magazine BTS (2024)
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thinger-strang Ā· 3 months ago
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STRANGER THINGS | Chapter Six: The Spy
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thinger-strang Ā· 4 months ago
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Bailey Smith via Instagram
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thinger-strang Ā· 5 months ago
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90s billiam for @ihni!! surprise!!
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thinger-strang Ā· 5 months ago
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My HC based on nothing is that Garethā€™s mom was Steveā€™s piano teacher for years until he needed a more advanced one. So while Eddie is lamenting his big embarrassing crush on Steve ā€œThe Hairā€ Harrington, Gareth is silently sitting there cursed with the knowledge thatā€™s Steveā€™s actually kinda nice.
Eddie grumbles about how Harrington is an insensitive asshole and Gareth knows that Steve gets teary-eyed when he canā€™t pick up a new piano piece of music fast enough. Eddie complains about Harringtonā€™s perfect life and Gareth is forced to remember the fourteen piano recitals his mom took him to and how Steveā€™s parents were at two of them.
Eddie overhears Steve mention a demogorgon to Nancy Wheeler in the hallway and scoffs about how Steve knows nothing about D&D. Gareth is rudely reminded of the time Steve sat on his front porch waiting for his mom to pick him up and listened to Gareth ramble on about the new role playing game he just learned about. The meanest thing Steve said about it was, ā€œNo offense, that sounds like a nightmare. Math and public speaking, no thanks.ā€
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thinger-strang Ā· 5 months ago
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Billy's always loved libraries.
He fucking loves books, has since he was a little kid.
But he just loves everything about them.
In California, he loved the air conditioning. He loved the fact he could find some random corner and not have to go home for hours and hours. He loved that he could read whatever he wanted for free. He loved that if he didn't actually take it home with him, his dad couldn't give him shit for the books he read at an alarming pace.
In Hawkins, it was a place to hide.
Nobody expected Billy Hargrove to be tucked away in the very back of the library, his nose in a book.
And to be fair, he hadn't expected Steve Harrington to be in the library, either.
Billy didn't even know his name the first time he saw him.
Steve had a cart next to him, and was reshelving books, humming quietly to himself.
Billy was fresh to Hawkins, and all he knew was that this town was shitty, and that boy was absolutely beautiful.
In a few days, when he was finally enrolled at the high school, he learned the boy's name.
Steve Harrington.
The stories about him were so different than Billy expected. The tales of the wild party boy, the wannabe bully with a short fuse and a shitty right hook.
Everything he had seen in the library was contradictory to everything he now knew.
Steve wasn't much of a presence at school. He was quiet in his classes, often daydreaming out of the window, or doodling sleepily on his meager notes.
Billy sat one row beside and two seats behind him in calculus, and he had noticed the large red grades at the top of each of his assignments. The low scores and the come see me! scrawled in the teacher's writing.
His ineptitude at school fit somewhere in the middle of the two Steves Billy had come to think about.
Mean party animal Steve didn't care about school. Didn't study and smirked at failing grades.
Library worker Steve blinked tears out of his eyes and stayed behind in class to explain to the teacher I promise, I studied so hard. I don't know what happened, I studied every night last week.
Billy had decided, he liked both versions of Steve. He liked the one with a snarl on his lips and a glint in his eye when Tommy H. said something fucking stupid. He liked the one who showed kids to the childrens' section with a soft smile and gave them a high five when they found a book to check out.
It took a few days for Steve to become aware of the shadow in the library, following his every move as he went through his shift.
The new guy at school. Billy Hargrove.
Metal head lady killer. Who gets into fights and flirts with everyone with a pair of tits.
Who sits in the library and reads Emily BrontƩ.
He smiled at Steve when they first made eye contact across the reference desk, and Steve thinks he must be imagining the wink thrown his way.
Billy had spread out on one of the desks near the back, his calculus textbook open, notes strewn about.
They had a test the following day that Billy was studying for.
Steve had kinda already accepted the failing he was probably going to earn.
But maybe...
Steve's shift is up in half an hour.
Luckily, Billy stayed put where he was, Walkman headphones over his ears, pouring over notes and example problems.
Steve knocked on the table top like a dork.
Billy looked up at him, and whoa, his eyes are so blue. He pulled his headphones down.
"Hi, uh, Billy, right?" Steve's face felt hot, but Billy just nodded. "Um, we're in the same calculus class-"
"I know. I've noticed you in there."
Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Yeah. Well. I suck as math, and-"
"Do you want to study with me?"
And Billy liked the look on Steve's face. The eye-crinkled grateful smile. It was in between the Steves he knew. It was kind, but he laughed at himself easily.
"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I mean, I'm stupid at calculus."
"Nah," Steve liked the way Billy brushed off Steve's insecure commentary. "This shit is hard. You wanna do some practice problems?"
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