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idk how many people are actually interested in this stuff like i am, but i recently downloaded the model files for the s4 characters and i just wanted to share all the kids’ eye colors bc i think it’s super cool!!!

aasim:

aj:

brody:

clem:

louis:

marlon:

mitch:

omar:

ruby:

tenn:

violet:

willy:

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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important question: with jamitch who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon??

Most nights, Mitch is the big spoon and James in a little spoon. Mitch insists the only reason he keeps an arm around James when they sleep is so that James can’t sneak off in the middle of the night and go back to the woods without Mitch knowing... which, to be fair, isn’t untrue, but also Mitch secretly likes to snuggle. 

James doesn’t complain either way-- he likes to snuggle, too. 

On the rare occasion that Mitch is the little spoon, it’s usually when he has a bad day and he’s all grumpy. James doesn’t say anything, just lies next to him and cuddles him. Mitch usually feels better by morning. 

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Fuck it, YOLO

When there is not enough content about a rare pair, you make some yourself.

#jamitch #twdg mitch #twdg james #i am trash #gimme me emotionally confused gays #there is almost no content of them? #fine i’ll do it myself #i know im late #im so late #like six years too late #better to jump on the bandwagon now #i blacked out on google docs and woke up with 150 pages done #ill post the link later #jitch

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I've had it. There's not enough jamitch anywhere. Gimme my emotionally constipated boys.

#twdg s4 #twdg james #twdg mitch #jamitch #i am grasping at straws here people #im desperate

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"You Should Date My Nephew"

"433-6296". Wayne mouthes to himself. He visualizes the little slip of lined paper that's taped to the wall above their phone at home. 433-6296. He could call. But he wont.

Wayne grunts as he lowers himself to sit on the curb outside the plant. He got off work --he pushes up the sleeve of his jacket to check his watch-- 36 minutes ago. It's 3:36 am and god dammit Eddie how many times did he remind the kid to set his alarm. How many times did Wayne remind Eddie that his truck was in the shop and that he'd need a ride home in the morning. And every single time he'd mention it, Eddie responded "I got it old man! I'll set an alarm" with an exasperated eye roll and would go back to whatever he was doing. Wayne has tried calling the trailer a dozen times already and damn that boy for being such a heavy sleeper.

433-6296. Wayne could probably solve his problem with a single call, but that would be completely inconsiderate and borderline inappropriate, so he wont. A gust of cold November wind hits Wayne unforgivingly in the face and makes his eyes water. He pulls a pack of camels from his chest pocket and with stiff, shaky hands, lights one. 433-6296. He could call or he could walk home. The walk wasn't easy in ideal weather when Wayne was fully rested. Right now it was freezing, Wayne didn't have his good jacket, and he just finished an eight hour shift. 433-6296. Fuck it.

Wayne stands up and hurries toward the phone before he can talk himself out of this. It's insane, and he knows the poor kid barely sleeps as it is. Knows from Eddie that he'll pick up the phone anytime Eddie has a nightmare and drive over to talk him out of the bad dream, keep him company, or fall asleep on the floor of Eddie's bedroom so his nephew doesn't have to go back to sleep alone in a haunted trailer. 433-6296 Wayne dials and waits with baited breath.

The phone rings a handful of times before a quiet voice greets him on the other side of the line.

"H'llo? Eds?"

"Uh hi Steve. It's Wayne?" Wayne says quietly into the phone. Steve seems to sober immediately.

"Mr. Munson? Is everything okay? Is Eddie okay?"

"Yeah no everythin's fine. I'm sure Eddie's safe and sound at home. Look, I'm real sorry to wake you, kid, and I'm sorry to even be askin' you in the first place. I know it's mighty unfair of me to call at this time but uh- My trucks in the shop and Eddie was supposed to pick me up from work forty minutes ago but I think he mighta slept through his alarm. And it's too far for an old man like me to walk. Was wondering if I might owe you a helluva favor if you could pick me up tonight, son." For a few moments there is silence. Wayne worries he has crossed a line, for a brief moment he fears he might have burnt the most important bridge in Eddie's life. He's immediately regretting waking Steve up for this. Worries Steve'll hang up and neither of them will hear from him again.

But then he hears the distinct rustling and thump of someone putting on shoes.

"Of course Mr. Munson, I'm leaving now. I'll be there as soon as I can." And Wayne is once again floored by this kid's kindness.

"Steve, thank you. I owe you son. Whatever you need."

"It's no problem! I'll see you soon."

"See you." Wayne mutters in disbelief and hangs up the phone.

And to think... Wayne used to hate Steve. The thing about Steve Harrington is that his name is haunted, in a way. And the thing about Wayne Munson is that he's a stubborn son of a bitch who will hold grudges on Eddie's behalf longer than the kid himself will. There were countless days in high school when instead of shooting through the front door of the trailer after school with a devilish grin and music blasting from his headphones, Eddie would turn the knob slowly and he'd drag himself into the trailer, giving Wayne a small nod before disappearing into his room quietly. Wayne felt like crying or punching something when Eddie came home in low spirits. He knew how evil the kids at school could be, and he knew the names of all the bad ones. Wayne always gave Eddie 10 minutes of quiet before he'd knock on his door and gently ask if he wanted to talk. It was a routine they had. He'd ask and Eddie would say no. But then like clockwork, Eddie would open up about his day later in the evening usually while they ate dinner and before Wayne left for work. He'd complain about all the kids that made him feel bad: Hagan, Harrington, Perkins, Hargrove, Carver, and so many more.

So imagine Wayne's surprise on March 27, 1986 when he briefly left Eddie's hospital room to get coffee and returned to Steve Harrington, the bully son of Richard and Nicole, sitting next to his nephew's hospital bed. It had been a long week of worrying on Wayne's part, and an emotional 48 hours spent at Eddie's bedside, so Wayne had very little patience for whatever was happening in front of him. In retrospect, Steve Harrington was looking at Eddie... sweet and tenderly, even back then. But in the moment all he could think about was Eddie returning from school with hunched shoulders and his head hung low.

"The hell are you doing here?" Wayne asked using his gruffest and most intimidating voice, arms crossed, standing in the doorway. The way that Steve startled was like nothing like Wayne had ever seen. He jumped a foot into the air and folded into himself.

"Oh! Mr. Munson. I'm sorry I didn't know you were around. Just, uh, didn't want him to be alone in case he woke up." Steve had said rising from his seat. When Wayne didn't budge from the doorway or respond, Steve nervously fiddled with the zipper of his jacket.

"How do you know Eddie?" Wayne asked trying to keep his firm tone.

"From high school sir. But also through a mutual friend. Dustin Henderson? They play DND together. Dustin and I brought him in after we found him like this..." Steve lifted his head again gauging Wayne's still stern expression and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to interrupt anything I'll get out of your hair."

And Wayne wanted to be skeptical of Steve, wanted to accuse him of doing this to Eddie, but the truth is that Steve sounded painfully earnest. And there's no human explanation for the tiny bite marks all over Eddie's body. Wayne stepped out of the doorway and let Steve take a few steps down the hallway before calling out to him.

"Hey, Harrington?" Steve turned around quickly, looking back with a startled expression, maybe surprised that Wayne knew his name at all. "D'ja see what happened? I mean d'ya know anythin about what hurt him?" Wayne asked more softly. Steve looked around the crowded hallway, with nurses buzzing from door to door. Steve shook his head slightly, apologized, and continued down the hallway.

But Steve didn't stay out of his hair for long. The kid was exasperatingly persistent in being around for Eddie. And while Wayne kept a watchful eye on him, he was starting to get the idea that Steve Harrington was not who Wayne thought he was. He cooked for, cleaned after, and tended to Eddie, asking for nothing in return. Often refusing to stay for dinner when Wayne was home, even if he was the one who cooked it, because he didn't want to interrupt family time. If he brought food from out he always brought something for Wayne, and never took the money Wayne tried to push into his hands for it.

"Here, Mr. Munson. I wasn't sure what you wanted from the diner, but Eddie said you're not picky so I brought you a burger and fries." Steve had said that first time, holding out a bag in front of him.

"You brought me food?" Wayne asked perplexed.

"Well yeah, of course. I wouldn't have shown up with dinner for just me and Eddie." Steve set Wayne's bag on the counter when he made no move to take it.

By now Steve knew Wayne and Eddie's order at pretty much every food place in Hawkins and Wayne and Eddie were getting real creative at finding ways to slip money into Steve's wallet.

On top of that, almost every other day, Wayne gets home from work to find a maroon bmw parked outside his place while Steve helps Eddie through bad dreams. So what could Wayne be, besides grateful, for Steve Harrington's slightly confusing devotion to his kid?

He's snapped out of his thoughts when said maroon bmw pulls up in front of him. Steve is wearing a pair of wired glasses and his hair is all ruffled from sleep. Wayne opens the passenger door.

"You were waiting for forty minutes in the cold? Why didn't you call sooner?" Steve asked pushing up his glasses as Wayne closes the door quickly. And well... Wayne doesn't know how to respond to that.

"I- I shouldn'ta had to call you in the first place, Steve. I'm real sorry" Wayne says as Steve pulls the car out of park and starts driving back towards the trailer park. Wayne glances over at Steve waiting for the kid to say something. They sit in heavy silence until Steve breaks it by clearing his throat.

"Just... I know you're probably mad at Eddie but- but don't yell at him. He's barely sleeping so he really just needs the rest. It's not his fault." Steve ends on a whisper.

A tidal wave of different emotions rip through Wayne. Affection for Steve's caring nature, immense gratitude that Eddie has someone like Steve in his life, disbelief that Steve would say something like that after being woken at nearly 4 in the morning. Wayne was sitting and staring at the most selfless kid he'd ever met. Steve fucking Harrington.

"You should date my nephew."

Steves eyes widen and the car swerves.

"Uh- s-sorry- what?" Steve stammers.

"If I could choose someone for him, the best option out there, I'd choose you." Wayne says honestly, and he didn't even know he'd been thinking it until this moment. But it's so true. After so many heartbreaks over truly terrible men that Wayne could never see the appeal of, Eddie deserves someone like Steve. Steve face softens before checking to make sure Wayne was being sincere. Steve cracks a smile and chuckles to himself.

"What, you think I'm jokin'?" Wayne asks defensively.

"No sir! Not at all. It's just Eddie and I have been dating for months already. BUT- but- thank you for saying that! It means so much to me and truly Eddie's the best thing-"

"You- what?" Suddenly Wayne is embarrassed. Blushing. How'd he... how'd he miss that? And well, he did have a few moments where he thought the two of them were awfully close for a pair of young men, at least one of which who was openly queer, but they'd been through a lot together.

"Why did no one tell me?" Wayne asks turning his face away from Steve who is desperately fighting a huge grin and losing.

"We thought you knew. We sleep in the same bed every night."

"You do what now? Thought you were sleepin' on the floor" Wayne knows he sounds like the protective dad of a teenage girl and not the uncle to an adult man, but his world was just turned sideways. Steve laughs at that and adjusts his glasses before stopping at the red traffic light which almost immediately turns green because no one is out at this hour.

"Oh well. Good, I'm glad then." Wayne says after his mind has stopped spinning. "And call me Wayne already, you basically live at my house." He punches Steve lightly in the shoulder.

"Okay." Steve agrees quietly. He pulls into Forest Hills and stops the car in front of the trailer. "Mind if I just check to make sure he's okay before I leave? For peace of mind?" Wayne opens the door and steps out.

"Oh so now you're playing coy about sharing a bed? Just sleep here, kid" Wayne closes the door and heads towards the house. Steve jogs a little to catch up. When they open the door, the sound of an obnoxious alarm comes pouring out from the back of the trailer which concerns both of them. But when Steve hurries to Eddie's room he sees that the idiot had fallen asleep with music blasting in his headphones. Wayne stops the alarm as Steve gently tries to remove the headphones from his ears pausing the tape inside.

Eddie suddenly stirs and blinks up at Wayne and Steve looking down at him.

"'S going on?" He croaks, rubbing his eyes. Wayne and Steve share a look before Wayne chuckles and pats Steve on the back once before thanking him and wishing him a good night on the way out. After the door closes behind Wayne, Eddie looks back up at Steve. "What's going on baby? What happened?"

Steve slips into the bed and scoffs, fondly. He curls around Eddie and pulls him into his chest. Once they've settled, Steve pushes his fingers through Eddie's until they're all intertwined.

"Did you forget something, Bambi? Was there someone you had to pick up from work at 3 in the morning?" Steve whispers into his neck. Suddenly Eddie shoots up and dislodges Steve where he was leaning against him. Steve groans.

"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit"

"Eddie it's okay c'mere. He's home now, it's all good babe." But Eddie just stares at the wall and pulls a hand through his hair. "No one is mad, just come back here. Let's sleep." And Eddie hesitantly lies back down.

"Did Uncle Wayne have to call you? I'm so fucking sorry Stevie." Eddie asks, sounding embarrassed.

"We had a nice conversation on the way home so it all worked out. You're okay. Sleeeeep."

And right before they both fall asleep, Eddie whispers, "Thanks Stevie, love you."

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Duffer Brothers : We're going to make a character that is so bland-

Joe Quinn : Funky little queer boy. Does a little jig. Weirdo. Joe Keery looks great with his top off. D&D. Nerd. Good with kids. Rings.

Duffer Brothers : Wait, no, he's supposed to have a rivalry with Steve like Billy did and-

Joe Quinn : No. They're in a gay relationship now. That's his boyfriend. Big boy.

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Steddie Fic Recs

Ok so I’ve been wanting to share some steddie fics I’ve read this past month and I think it’s time I share them with y’all! Have fun and pls tell me if you liked them!

Not So Bad – outofmygourd (43.4k words)

A Sign of The Morning – ToEdenandBackAgain (86.8k words)

we’re just kids in the dark – FagurFiskur (8.7k words)

Whole Lotta Love – stereobone (9.6k words)

Pretty Panic – FlangePlackett (5.7k words)

The Edification of Steve Harrington – ChronicRabbit (31k words)

The Road to Mordor – myrmeraki (32.4k words)

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting – badpancake (41.5k words)

Sedated – rottin (3.6k words)

Three Shots – steveharringtoned (13.4k words)

find me somebody to love – genesisofrythm (6.5k words)

Summer ‘86 – how_about_no (51.3k words)

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you – greatunironic (34.9k words)

Steve Harrington’s Guide to Touch – how_about_no (18.9k words)

Lovesick in Loch Nora – red0aktree (62.6k words)

hold me now, i need relief – ToEdenandBackAgain (25.8k words)

Camp Folktale Summer of ‘86 – cairparavels (113.8k words)

That’s What’s Killing The Kids – SpiritedKaway (55.3k words)

Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore – steddieasitgoes (71.9k words)

the lathe – palmviolet (82.5 words)

stereoscope – seraphim (60.9k words)

my name for you – kefisdemise (12.5k words)

this is your home. these are your people. – oaseas (21.5k words)

(such a) sweet sensation – rarepears (thewriterinmalfoy) (11k words)

Eddie Munson’s Vampire Mixtape – Springandastorm (21k words)

The World’s Smallest Violin (Could Really Use an Audience – fangirlandtheories (4.8k words)

I Like to See You in the Morning Lights – BonitaBreezy (27.4k words)

I love my way (a new road) – oneirois (41k words)

Sanctuary – SpicedSage (47.6 words)

fined-tuned supersonic speed machine – wayferette (6.3k words)

Expresso Never Tasted So Sweet (Until I Stole it from Your Lips) – SerpentSunrise (4.4k words)

a stranger things groupchat – cosmicbrowniefan (69k words)

things to come – birthdaycandles (52.8k words)

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Steve Harrington:

Get you a man who can do both.

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I think we all know that Eddie takes Chrissy on ice-cream dates (bc hello it’s one of her new fave foods), and also inevitably ends up eating what’s left of hers when she’s unable to finish. Also he is 100% an ice-cream biter and Chrissy is absolutely horrified to learn this about him lmao

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More kisses cause I wanted Steve burying his hands in Eddie’s hair? ✨

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My Hellcheer Thingy

She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe she was actually waiting in the woods behind Hawkins High for Eddie Munson.

Chrissy Cunningham wasn't the type to do this sort of thing. She was 18 as of 6 months ago, a star cheerleader, a good student, future prom queen according to the cheer squad and the basketball team, and, until recently, even dated the best jock since Steve "The Hair" Harrington and Billy Hargrove. Her high school career was set, her social life was phenomenal, and her status unreachable.

But that was part of the problem.

She only achieved this sort of success by sacrificing a lot. So many hours of sleep lost because of constant studying or showing up to parties to keep her social appearance up, so many meals gone down the toilet to keep herself thin enough to be a flier for the cheer squad and to keep herself looking good enough to be dating Jason Carver. Plus she had to keep filling out applications to the same colleges that Jason was planning on going to. She was lucky to get two hours of sleep most nights. The results of her endless stresses made their appearances at night, interrupting her precious and valuable sleep with nightmares. The nightmares varied; bugs crawling through the cracks in the walls and crawling up her body, burying themselves into her skin before crawling around under it. Or a shadowed figure stalking her as she ran through her house, screaming and crying, begging for help. Most of the times when she had that dream the creature would call after her using a distorted version of her mother's voice. She'd wake up screaming sometimes, much to her mother's annoyance. Her punishment was usually having to forfeit breakfast. Although lately, possibly due to her severe lack of sleep, she could swear sometimes that the bugs were crawling on her sometimes. She hadn't told anyone about it, for obvious reasons. If she let out that she was going insane then everything she was working for and sacrificing would be pointless.

Now she was sitting alone in the woods, waiting on Hawkins' local drug dealer.

Check out my fic here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/41564076#main

#eddie munson #stranger things #hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddissy

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I really hate to even have to be posting something like this shit but please please be aware that some students at Noah’s school have been planning on doing fucked up things like date r*ping him,then accusing him of assault these are people who are currently pretending to be his friends, they are also selling photos of him etc(this information comes from screenshots of fellow students group chats) please please be aware of what you believe about Noah coming From anyone online in regards to SA allegations. I’m someone who always believes the victims but people are premeditating faking assault as well as actually planning on assaulting him boasting about how hes “so naive” and “actually believe they are really his friends” this is so much bigger then fandom drama or empty threats like the ones that Grace or Joe receive these are real people that go to his school that have befriended him planning literally awful scary horrible things. I’m so worried and afraid for him. And I hope every single person thinks critically when seeing shit about him from his “friends” and fellow students.

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tell me this scene isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen and YOU'RE LYING IF YOU DO because ekjdlwnrkwnrkwkeje