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emblazons · 6 months
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"you know, they do say it does make you crazy."
STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S03E07 - The Bite
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yourelosingains · 1 year
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when they don’t know what personal space is>>
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F this, F that, F everything
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daenerys-targaryen · 2 years
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@pscentral event 04: love
↳ my favorite Greek words for love + stranger things
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mikoran · 1 year
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if the duffers really wanted mileven endgame then why did like the entirety of their season three plotline happen
showing mike struggling to be honest with his girlfriend and balance time with her and his friends? showing eleven being much happier and better off without him? making them intentionally obnoxious and having their break up treated as comic relief?
ask anyone out there about a ship they like, and i guarantee you that none of them would ever treat their favorite couple like that
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pretty-emo-dad · 1 year
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Someone who needs to be wanted and someone who needs to want !!!!!
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mayhasopinions · 1 year
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"Queer people hate and are against F/M ships in media!11!!"
No, only the forced, boring and badly written ones, I will literally take a bullet for ships like Huntlow, Taoelle, and Jopper
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catharusustulatus · 1 year
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With all of the new info on Stranger Things: The First Shadow and young Jopper being the possible key to ending Henry/Vecna, I just want to reiterate something: this whole story is about love. It's about love, it's always been about love. Familial love. Love between a group of nerds. Love lost and found. Found family. Right person wrong kind of relationship. The absence of love, and what it does to a person. Breaking up, coming back together. Discovering who you are to someone, who someone is to you, in the middle of what feels like a million apocalypses. Growing up. Being different and being accepted. Leaving vengeance behind. I can literally hear Argyle quoting Jimi Hendrix, saying "when the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." This group of people, abused, abandoned, bullied, beaten, betrayed, tortured even, and what do they do? Refuse to quit, because their love for each other boils over. Stranger Things is about love!!!!
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yes this is the exact same poll that got deleted but without the color commentary, no i don’t care at all, i want to know who ppl would pick!!!
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strawberri-draws · 2 years
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ST sketch page :)
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emblazons · 7 months
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"I'm not gonna...fall in love."
STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGE S03E01 - Suzie, Do You Copy?
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yourelosingains · 1 year
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this was still INSANE btw
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jancysmixtape · 1 year
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I love them so much <33
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daenerys-targaryen · 4 months
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Why do you like older ships so much?
The biggest thing for me is history. I love the idea of 'right person, wrong time' as kids or teenagers and then reuniting and finding that love again as adults. Many of my ships knew each other and had some sort of relationship as kids, teenagers or young adults where it didn't work out for one reason or another and then they found each other again when it was the right time. And if there isn't that kind of history, I also just love the idea of finding that kind of love later in life because not everyone finds their person as kids or teenagers, you know.
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tbuddahh · 2 years
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He wonders if she notices. The flash of pain in his eyes, the shift in his smile. Sometimes he just can’t help it, the dread that paralyzes him.
One moment he’s looking at her, enjoying the way her skin flushes when he makes a suggestive comment, the way she says, “Hop, stop that”, glancing over her shoulder to be sure the kids are in the other room as she makes dinner.
Then the next moment he’s back there, in that hell, his body freezing, mind spinning, but he’s not of course. He’s here, with her, with their kids, but just seeing her, hearing her laugh, it sometimes brings him back to almost losing her, fills him with self loathing for the danger he brought to her. He hates how enjoying her, loving her, can fill him with so much happiness only to pull him to his darkest depths all in the same instant. It’s the loving her that is the hardest, the loving her so much that he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost her.
She does notice it. She can tell the moment his eyes go slightly wide, his grin faltering, and she can’t be sure where he goes, what darkness tugs at him, but she can imagine, and she can see it happen. She stares just a little longer than she should, eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t say a word. She goes back to “normal”, their normal, and she waits, waits for him to come back to her.
Her hand always finds him, his cheek, his fingers, his shoulder. A slight squeeze or press of skin to skin, warm contact. It never takes long for him to return. A long exhalation, and he’s there again, present in front of her, his demons pushed away, eyes lighting back up, lips curving as he tells her about his day, listening to hers in turn.
The moments happen less and less as they settle into their lives together. Lives filled with laughter, quiet conversations, and loud disagreements followed by apologies and chaste kisses that deepen until they lay warm and sated beneath a tangle of sheets.
One day, he catches her eye over coffee and crossword puzzles, their smiles mirroring across the table, and he realizes he can’t remember the last time he was pulled to the darkness, can’t remember when loving her became so easy, so safe, but it did.
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apocalypse byler part 10: senior prom scenario!
mike and will occupy the empty auditorium, seeing all the abandoned decorations that scatter the place. streamers are on the floor, balloons are deflated and the sign that says ‘HH SENIOR PROM’ is old and tattered, its one side hanging from the other.
the two boys take a minute walking around, to process the tragic image of a school event that never came to be. will picks up a lone decoration and tries to attach it to the wall with a somber smile on his face. mike on the other hand, looks at the display of empty tables and strokes his hand through the fabric.
‘i wonder how theyre doing.’
‘who?’ mike asks.
’the people. they were supposed to have their prom.’
‘yeah?’
‘so im just wondering how they are right now. so many memories could have been made. they were probably so excited, and it was stolen away, just like that. they didnt know any better either.’ will says, rubbing his fingers together inspecting specks of dust. ‘they must have been so confused… scared.’
‘its not your fault. we’re going to take everything back the way it was.’ mike says in an instant, as if he knew what will was gonna say. will looks back at mike, then to the streamers, and nods slowly.
‘yeah…you’re right. sorry.’
mike stares at will for a while until he clears his throat. ‘you ever had dances back in cali?’
will smiles, shrugging. ‘yeah, one time. it was a smaller event but it was fun.’
mike smiles back, but it quickly fades. ‘did you..manage to meet anyone?’ mike asks.
will chuckles, smirking at mike. ‘well fortunately for you…no. i had some girls who asked me, but i said no.’
mike crosses his arms and looks down with a grumpy look. ‘if it were you 4 years ago, youd be dancing with girls all night.’
will blushes. ‘you’re exaggerating. it was only 2 girls, anyway.’
mike walks to will with a teasing grin on his face. ‘Will the Heartbreaker.’ has a nice ring to it.’ will giggles, punching mike gently on his stomach. ‘i am not.’
’good,’ mike say softly behind will, making the other boy turn around. mike then wraps his arms around will’s waist and pulls him close, making him gasp. ‘i only want you breaking my heart.’
will’s smile drops. ‘..i dont want to break your heart at all.’
’i don’t mind if you did. especially how much of a dumbass i was, i kinda deserve it.’ mike says it jokingly, but will’s kicked puppy dog expression stays the same, making mike’s humerous demeanor drop immediately.
will looks into mike’s eyes, putting both of his hands on his cheek. ‘stop saying that. all you deserve is the best.’ he retorts.
’well… good thing i already have the best.’ mike says with the biggest shit eating grin as their faces draw closer, their foreheads touching.
‘god, you’re such a dork.’ will whispers, looking down. he moves his hands from mike’s cheeks to around his neck, pulling mike closer than he already was. ‘i dont think i can handle you during an actual prom date.’
’oh you wouldnt, byers. im gonna be the cheesiest goddamn date youll have.’
‘oh yeah?’
’yeah. i have plans.’ mike says smugly.
’you thought about it?’ will presses, with mike nodding. will’s curiosity was getting the best of him, and feels himself getting bold.
‘…what would you prefer our prom date be like?’
with mike’s hands around will’s waist and will’s around his neck, it didnt take long for them to start swaying their bodies together. there was no music, only the sound of their gentle breathing. for both of them, it was more than enough.
‘hmm. let’s see. i’d uh..pick you up from your house…’
’mhmmm?’ will hums, looking at mike with so much love. his mouth starts to hurt from smiling.
’id give you flowers.’ will scoffs and rolls his eyes. mike chuckles and continues.
‘… and a mixtape,’ will looks up at mike once again. ‘..of all the songs that reminded me of you when you were gone.’ the two boys smile at each other.
’and we’d take photos. id hold your hand. our moms would be all over us.’
will laughs in response. ‘we’d never make it to prom at that point.
mike giggles. ‘yeah.’
he notices will bite his lip and avoiding mike’s gaze. ‘whats up?’ he asks.
will loves the way mike wont let him have any thought unspoken.
‘would you want to do that to yourself, though..?’
mike furrows his eyebrows, still not getting at what will’s saying.
’would you want to be seen with me?’
mike stops in his steps, ceasing their swaying motion. will’s gaze was still averted, clearly fearful.
‘i just dont want you to feel uncomfortable. i dont wanna pressure you or feel like you have to be seen with me because-
mike puts his one hand on will’s face and brushes his thumb on his cheek.
‘will. i love being with you. and i want people to see me be with you. and if they have a problem with that?’
mike’s thumb gently lifts will’s chin up, making their eyes meet. ‘’then they can go to hell.’
will stays silent, taken aback by mike’s simple but impactful words. its as if his worries were washed away in an instant. not too long after, his eyes are flooding with tears.
‘…are you sure?’
mike sighs and kisses will’s forehead. ‘yes. when this is all over, i swear to god im taking you to prom. and not just prom, but dates too. we’ll listen to music together. i’ll introduce you properly to my parents. and all the things i said before wont just be a fantasy anymore. we’ll be out in public, where everyone can see us. i dont want to hide anymore, will.’ will’s lips curl up the more he hears mike talk.
mike looks at him with expectant eyes. ‘do you… feel the same way?’
’yeah!…yeah.’ will sniffs. ‘i do. id really like that.’
‘cool!’ mike replies, his voice cracking. the two boys start laughing together.
‘cool.’
mike stops laughing and looks at will in the eyes with a confident smile. ’remember, whatever happens..’
’..we’ll face it together.’
they smooch ❤️❤️❤️
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