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#☎ i like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain * ( ooc ) #AWW THANK YOU MOLLY #I ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH #<3

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Joyce & Hopper | Stranger Things 2x02

#mom and dad indeed #just the way joyce is STARING DAGGERS #☎ CAN’T SEEM TO MAKE YOU MINE * ( joyce & hopper )

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When Brown has long hair in the series, it was her own aided with extensions and fake bangs to make it look frizzier. The idea was to have Eleven start to mirror Joyce, played by Winona Ryder, as she was living with the Byers family at this point; really, Hindsgaul wanted all of the Byers housemates to look as if Joyce had cut their hair herself on the kitchen counter. “I really wanted Eleven and Joyce to look like each other this year. She’s now part of [the Byers family] and she’s like a little chameleon — she’ll just transform,” says Hindsgaul. “We had pictures of [Millie] and Winona in the trailer next to each other. I had a picture of Millie and everybody would come in and be like, ‘Oh, Winona!’”

#LOOK AS IF JOYCE HAD CUT THEIR HAIR HERSELF ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER #YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS THIS SHIT IS CANONNNNNNNN #☎ CRAZY ON YOU * ( joyce ) #☎ HELL IS FOR CHILDREN * ( el )

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 !   —   an independent and incredibly divergent karen wheeler of the duffer brothers’ stranger things; feat. a flayed arc. crossover friendly. non - rp blogs, do not interact. explored by jess.   /   cr.

#hi i'm forever obsessed w/ jess and karen #☎ TELEPHONE LINE GIVE ME SOME TIME * ( promos )

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so how have y’all been since jopper became canon

#my life has NOT been the same #☎ I LIKE PINA COLADAS AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN * ( ooc ) #tbd. #LMAO

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Joyce Byers being a badass 1/?

#☎ CRAZY ON YOU * ( joyce ) #i'm ready for joyce to throat punch vecna in s5

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where you can find me:

byersmom - right here ! @accultist - anathema device of good omens @stainered - edith cushing of crimson peak @errestrial - yvonne dreiger of among us (oc)

#is this a subtle self promo? maybe #but i've been mostly hopping around getting these blogs going too #joyce will get some attention within the next week i promise ;) #☎ I LIKE PINA COLADAS AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN * ( ooc ) #anyway why do all my muses have the spooky/horror vibe

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reminder, in case nobody has told you lately: you are valued in the rpc. thank you for being here. every single one of you is sharing a little part of your creativity with us all, putting a little part of yourself into a character you love, and sharing your talent with us. 

even if you feel like you aren’t getting as many interactions as you want to, or you’re disappointed that nobody is telling you that you’re doing a good job, i am proud of you. you are sharing your writing with the world, you are pouring life into a character you love and/or have created, and i think that’s amazing. 

#I love all of you so much! ♥️ #☎ i like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain * ( ooc )

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officially switched the info from joyce’s google doc to carrd so enjoy that!!

#i still have to do the verses tab oops #but that needs fleshing out which i'll do later #☎ I LIKE PINA COLADAS AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN * ( ooc ) #TBD.

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How do you feel right now?

#we don't talk about late 60s/early 70s joyce enough and this is ittttttt #☎ CRAZY ON YOU * ( joyce )

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                                                 [ 𝚁 𝙴 𝙿 𝙾 𝚁 𝚃 ! ] ©

#☎ TELEPHONE LINE GIVE ME SOME TIME * ( promos ) #someone needs to stop me from continuing to bring back all of my characters lol

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JOYCE BYERS | STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL. 2

#☎ CRAZY ON YOU * ( joyce ) #MOM

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guys, this d.iscord virus is going around again. remember kids: don’t click random links without explanations. here’s what’s up with it.

#psa.

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Joyce & Hopper | Stranger Things 2x09

#their facial expressions just give SO MUCH #i LOVE this scene #☎ can’t seem to make you mine * ( joyce & hopper )

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fatherscurse​:

now that the danger in hawkins was back to zero, jim was able to finally sleep a whole three hours, which is more than the last couple of days. nightmares about vines and demodogs and bob kept him up all night, but thankfully ( or at least hopefully ) jane didn’t catch on. he would merely get out of bed and sit on the porch, smoking god knows how many cigarettes to calm his nerves. the danger was gone. so why did he still feel the hairs on his neck standing up? despite all this, he planned on just staying up through the night. but no. he fell back asleep at six in the morning, planning on waking back up in an hour. until he wakes with a jolt and realizes the sun has been up for quite some time––and he needs to get moving. “ shiiiiiit–– ” 

he’s at the station within the hour, and by the time he walks into the door, flo is already handing him a folder of paperwork and telling him the agenda while he walks through the office, grabbing his coffee. “ oh, and joyce keeps calling, ” flo says and it gets him to stop. “ keeps? multiple times? ” flo merely nods and hands him his keys back and takes the folder as well, unamused. “ shit. shit, shit, shit, shit–– ” and he’s right back out the door. “ married life suits him well, ” powell notes from behind his newspaper. “ wait. they’re married?? when did that–– ” flo comes from behind and whacks him with another newspaper. “ ––ow! it was just a question! ”

now, as chief of police, jim doesn’t usually turn his sirens on just to bypass traffic. usually. but if joyce kept calling, it must have been important. bags under his eyes and throbbing pain on the right of his head have him speeding like there’s no tomorrow to the byers household. and when he gets there––oh she looks pissed.

but…..beautiful. jim shakes the thought from his head as he parks. “ i know––i know, joyce. ” he grimaces as he steps out of the car and the throbbing turns to pounding. thank god for sunglasses. “ what happened, is will okay? ”

She understands that sometimes she can just be a little dramatic with these things, but she doesn’t really feel that her reactions are that outrageous -- especially when involving carcasses in her kitchen. Any normal person would be absolutely outraged; Joyce is the only one hard-headed enough to actually act. Honestly she could have gone a little easier on Hop this morning; after all, he’s one of the few people in Hawkins who does take her seriously, for the most part. It took him a lot of convincing to believe her, but as parents they’ve both been dragged through very similar hells.

He wouldn’t be here so soon, and so early if he didn’t care. And yeah, she notices that . . . but she’s a little bit preoccupied with this whole demodog situation.

“ Will’s fine, ”  she manages to spit out, clearly overstressed at this point.  “ It’s nothing like that, but . . . I need help. I don’t know what to do about this -- ”  With that, Joyce is storming back inside; plain to see that the place is still fairly disheveled, perhaps even more so with what’s been transpiring this morning.

A direct beeline to the kitchen can be easily traced by the distinct odor coming from it. It nearly hits you in the face when approaching the refrigerator, and Joyce has to cover her nose at this point because her stomach is really starting to churn again. She’s shoved the table and chairs to the opposite side, and it’s a good thing, as a distinct pool of liquid seems to be spilling from the fridge’s door and all over the linoleum. She doesn’t even want to open it herself this time.  “ I think it’s dead -- I don’t know how the hell it got in there. ”

#fatherscurse

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kamchatkatraitor​:

@byersmom - plotted starter

There was little to bring, considering most of his belongings were still in Russia, so a small backpack with a few spare clothes from Jim Hopper more than sufficed. Over the coming weeks, despite his protests, a few shopping trips had expanded the pile of clothes, enough so that a singular drawer in the spare dresser of the guest room was needed. Thankful didn’t even begin to cover it. Dmitri Antonov was, for all intents and purposes, a traitor to Kamchatka and his country - returning there, as desperately as he wanted to see his wife and son again, had been out of the question. Homeless and more than a little fearful that they would track him down, he’d agreed with little argument to join the others in Hawkins, Indiana, set to stay with the woman who had gone across the world for the man she loved. There had been no conditions, but the man known now exclusively as Enzo (for his privacy), had insisted on something. That something happened to be cooking.

That morning had been no exception. By the time anyone in the Byers household had awoken, the entire place was filled with the unmistakable aroma of breakfast foods - eggs, bacon, and what looked to be some variation of a pancake, all on platters and lining the countertop in the kitchen, plates in the corner. The ex-Soviet moved about the kitchen with a fluid grace, seemingly at ease in the room despite having so little time to practice. Cooking had been a self-taught skill, and one he had tried to practice whenever he could - even if the opportunities were rare. Getting up early, on the other hand, was more habit than skill, years spent in the prison meaning that sleeping in was an impossibility. Taking a sip of his coffee, he moved to flip over the second batch of pancakes, before the sound of footsteps caught his attention.

“Good morning, Joyce. I hope you slept well?”

Tough to imagine herself plunging into such a scenario, even tougher being dragged out of it -- but it’s safe for a single night in Hawkins. Joyce had returned with Hopper, alive, with Murray, and Hopper’s Russian acquaintance. The woman wished she’d had a chance to get to know the man a little better, but escaping death in a Russian prison doesn’t really leave a lot of room for small talk. She had asked Hopper a little bit about him, and the woman admittedly had her suspicions. After all, she’d only known one involved Russian person in her life who wasn’t actively trying to imprison, drug, or shoot at her -- but he’d played a major role in reuniting them, after all. Some sense of sanctuary was very much owed to him, in the end, so there were no objections to the idea of Joyce taking him in.

Early, and exhausted still, Joyce couldn’t seem to lull herself back into a deep enough sleep, and the delightful smell coming from the kitchen definitely itched her curiosity. Maybe a little bit of her anxiety. She didn’t expect to be walking right into a busy kitchen, but he seemed to take charge of it with relative ease. The woman’s slippers dragged across the ground, unable to get a word in before yawning at least once.  “ . . . fine, I’ve certainly slept better. ”  A near mumble, still fighting her exhaustion -- beats the alternative, though.  “ Are you . . . making breakfast? ”  It was starting to hit her now; they’re harboring a fugitive, and he’s cooking eggs and meat in her kitchen.  “ You didn’t have to do all of this. ”

#kamchatkatraitor

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                              “𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕?”

independent dmitri antonov (aka enzo) blog from stranger things, penned by jules. 18+ and mutuals only. cross-over, oc, and au friendly. graphics promo credit: @creatureshrieks​ & template credit: @apocalypseresources.

#we love #☎ TELEPHONE LINE GIVE ME SOME TIME * ( promos )