#mr stranger

[mariannekamura]

Sunmi - Fanart

Mr. Stranger

#drawing #illustration #fanart #draw #artists on tumblr #ilustrationart #fanartist #artwork #art #illustrators on tumblr #lee sunmi #sunmi #sunminet #sunmifanart #sunmidraw #mr stranger

[andromedaofwysteria]

She's so fun

#sunmi #mr stranger

[deadfruity]

USELESS

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #season 4 #netflix #mr and mrs smith #my fart #my art #strangeart #st #drawing #sketch #COMING SOON TO THEATERS EVERYWHERE #stobin

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steddie fake dating au that starts because robin’s mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, “it’s not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!”

and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says he’s the one who’s gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove they’re safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.

#steve using his puppy dog eyes to get eddie to agree bc “it would mean so much to robin to know that her parents would accept her” #eddie agreeing because. it’s STEVE. #robin not knowing about ANY of this until steve and eddie show up to her house holding hands #mr. and mrs. buckley just want their daughter to see that they’re totally cool with her gay friends #they aspire to be the cool parents #bonus points if steve is aware of his own sexuality the whole time #bonus bonus points if nobody else had been #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #robin buckley #steddie fake dating #prompt ! #feel free to use it tbh i’d love to see it #i might also use it. actually yeah i’ll also use it at some point

[ethtyn]

if you're not watching Zedaph you're not living.

description/transcript:

Zedaph and Etho have collaborated to make a Minecraft version of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, which makes liberal use of cannon blasts as percussion. Etho's contribution is the noteblock timing; Zedaph's contribution is the creeper explosions that replace the cannon blasts.

Zedaph: are you ready to go, Etho?

Etho: on your count.

Zedaph: okay—3, 2, 1—go!

Etho: here we go!

Zedaph: drum roll...

[the noteblocks begin playing]

[the first creeper blast goes off]

Zedaph: (whispering) yesss!

Etho: (laughs)

[creeper blast]

Zedaph: yes!!

Etho: (laughs) it's going!

[three creeper blasts]

Zedaph: yes!!!

[creeper blast]

Zedaph: (laughs)

Etho: oh, it's so good.

[creeper blast]

Zedaph: oh yeah, the silence—build up—

Etho: build up.

[nine creeper blasts]

Zedaph: okay—coming to the end!

Etho (overlapping): here it is! grand finale!

[six creeper blasts]

[charged creeper explodes, killing both of them]

Zedaph: yeah—hahahaha!!

Zedaph: oh my god! (laughs)

Etho (overlapping): (laughing) that's perfect, man, that was perfect. flawless.

Zedaph: what an instrument, what a beautif—Etho—

Etho (overlapping): ohhh my goodness—

Zedaph: big round of applause for your wonderful noteblocks there, that was—

Etho: and—and to you with your percussions! amazing.

Zedaph (overlapping): (laughing)

end description/transcript.

#zedaph #zedvancements #ethoslab #hermitblr #transcribed #vonswayenthusiast.mp4 #please. my father's name is mr. slab. call me etho. #waiting for my chance to see stranger things #if u caught the captioning mistake no u didn't #popular? i know about popular. #1k #2.5k

[yourelosingains]

how could anyone dislike her? she’s a sweet selfless girl that made a cute little squirrel named mr. fibly for a diorama who’s just trying her best every day she can. if you dislike her, i dislike you.

#justice for her and mr. fibly #she's so cute #babygirl coded <3 #seriously her smile is so cute #love her so much #el hopper #jane hopper #stranger things #stranger things 4 #el slander should be illegal #byler #since i know you guys hopefully all love her too <3

[writer-in-theory]

Ever since he can remember, everyone has always said Steve looked like his Mama.

He acts like her too—that persistent kindness and protectiveness for the people they love, the ability to talk to people with relative ease, even the propensity for having a bit of an attitude. Even his soft brown eyes and the texture of his hair, all of it was Maggie Harrington.

Maggie always said that Steve was her greatest accomplishment, one of her best friends. She was so proud of her son, first for being Hawkins High's first All-State Champ in swimming and then for being a good role model in town. She'd missed the moment when he began to distance from her, from his parents, until she hardly knew anything about his life. She thinks it might've been because of Robert.

Steve Harrington could only have the best in store for him, which is why she'd allowed Robert to be tough with him. He knew what it meant to build a good future, what it would take to find happiness and stability. So she'd let Robert yell at him for throwing a party at their house and allowing a poor girl to go missing there. And she'd thought it had worked, based on the way Steve started bringing around sweet Nancy Wheeler and stopped hanging out with the Hagan boy. She thought it had worked.

When the Harringtons came home from their last business trip to Chicago, Steve was being dropped off by Police Chief Hopper. It looked like he'd been in a fight, and as much was confirmed when the Chief told him to stay out of trouble. Robert had been furious, ready to lay into Steve about the Harrington name and respectability, but then a group of kids Maggie didn't recognize tumbled out of the car, too, all hugging Steve and thanking him. He was their hero, they'd told the Harringtons, Steve was the best babysitter ever. Steve had never showed interest in babysitting before, but the way all of those kids so clearly looked up to him had Maggie in near tears.

Maggie had a feeling the mall job was a mistake. She'd felt it the moment Robert made the decision, loudly proclaiming that their son would learn what it was like to work a tough job, that he'd realize how lucky he had it that there was a family business he could be hired in. Maggie hated the humiliated look their Steven had given the first time he set out for the mall in that sailor's uniform, but her husband knew what it was like to be a teen boy, surely he had Steve's best interests at heart.

But then she'd gotten the call that there had been a fire, that Steve was involved and they needed to get down to the hospital. If she thought the fight in '84 looked bad, then nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her son in that hospital bed, vomiting profusely into a container and wincing through the obvious pain in his head. The morning after, that same group of kids fought the hospital staff to visit Steve, demanded it. The one with curly hair and the youngest girl loudly proclaimed that Steve had saved their lives, that he'd risked himself to make sure they were safe. Her baby was an actual goddamn town hero and she'd almost missed it, she almost never knew because she was too busy worrying about his future.

Maggie stopped worrying about family names and legacies, after that. She was the first to ask how his shifts at the movie store were and never minded when his talkative friend came over for dinner. Maggie kept waiting for the moment Steve would admit the two of them were dating, but he kept insisting they were friends, best friends.

She never saw Eddie Munson coming.

After the fourth tragedy to befall Steve, Maggie was convinced he needed to get out of Hawkins before it destroyed him. No one could find Steve in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake. He wasn't at the shelter, or the hospital, or with any other search parties. She'd worried briefly that the serial killer had gotten him, too, that they'd have to see what was so horrific about the method of killing that had left the town sparking a witch hunt for the guy.

He was found later at the Munson trailer, wearing military-style gear and bleeding out from his abdomen and neck. Maggie would never understand how an earthquake could cause that level of damage, nor the kind that was found on Eddie Munson just beside him. When Steve had woken up in the hospital, he'd simply told her that he couldn't talk about it, that it was better if she didn't know. She thinks that might be true.

Once Steve recovered, he stayed by the Munson boy's bedside every day. He'd bring a book, or a hacky sack, anything to keep himself busy while Eddie slept off his injuries. And when he came home, Steve was with him constantly. They were volunteering, he'd told her.

Then one day, months after the earthquake, Steve came home looking nervous.

"Mom." Maggie ached for the days when he'd come waddling into the living room screaming Mama, missed when he felt like he could tell her everything. When had that disappeared? "I need to tell you something."

"Of course, Stevie. You can tell me anything." Steve winced in the way she figured he would: they both know that hadn't been true in years.

Steve shuffled on his feet, wrung his hands together and worried them through his hair. Finally he stood ramrod straight, eyes focused directly on hers as he blurted the truth out. "Mom, I like guys. And girls. It's called being bisexual and I'm not sorry for it. I can pack a bag tonight if I have to, but I won't pretend anymore. I won't."

It was supposed to be scary. Maggie knows the version of her four years ago would have been terrified by the statement, angry or upset. Maybe she still is a little scared, only because she knows what the world is like for people who are different. She used to be upset by people who were different. In '83, she might've kicked Steve out for the fear of it all. But looking at him now, she saw the kid who drove those middle schoolers to the arcade because he could, and who saved peoples' lives in the mall at the near expense of his own, the guy who believed Eddie Munson was innocent even when the entire town had turned on him out of fear of the Other. She saw Steve Harrington, her darling son who'd grown up before she even realized it, becoming far greater a man than she could have ever hoped for.

"How long have you two been dating? You and Eddie Munson?" Maggie asked gently, a smile working its way on her face. She'd wondered why he hadn't dated anyone after Nancy, but maybe it was simply that he wasn't telling her about that part of his life anymore.

Steve's eyes widened, lips parting like he was surprised by the response. He floundered a little, looking around for an explanation. "Um. Since last summer, we met at the mall. How did you...?"

Maggie laughed then, far brighter than it ever had been in years. "I know when my son's in love. I just didn't know where to look, didn't notice the answer was right there."

"You're not...mad? Disappointed?"

"Honey," Maggie sighed, taking a few steps forward so she could grab onto his arms. "Steven Robert Harrington, you are my son. I will always love you, no matter what. I'm so sorry I ever ever made you feel otherwise. All I've ever wanted for you is happiness, and if that's with Eddie Munson then that's that."

"Mom," Steve croaked, voice cracking around the word as he pulled her in for a hug. She could feel him shake in her arms, sniffling like he was trying to hide the tears. "Do you want to meet him? Eddie, I mean, do you want to...?"

"He's outside?"

"He came over to support me, in case we needed to, well." In case his parents were kicking him out. God, where had they gone so wrong? "Do you want to?"

"Please," Maggie answered quietly, knowing this wouldn't be enough to make up for the years of wrong they'd done. She wanted to know her son, wanted to know the people who made him happiest. She wanted to hear about his day and know that if something ever went wrong that he would call his parents himself, not wait for the hospital or the police to do so. "Please."

Then Steve was bringing in Eddie Munson, who stood out in the pristine, polished Harrington home but who made Maggie's son's eyes light up in a way she'd never seen them. He was smiling, holding his hand out for a handshake.

"Mama, this is Eddie," Steve was saying, and Maggie could cry because it felt like she'd done something right, because she could see how deeply in love Steve was with Eddie because it was a mirror of her own expression when she looked at Robert. This was her son, and her future son-in-law, and Maggie couldn't be prouder.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mrs harrington #implied homophobia #but like the harringtons are cool #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #jay writes in theory

[hotchocolatebeforebed]

I don't want Mike and Will to get Murrayed.. I *need* them to get Clarked.

Like Mr Clarke has known them since they were 12 and obviously knows them very well. He's literally the sweetest and I feel like the boys trust him and his opinion a lot (even years later) so him talking to them and telling them it's ok would be so cute 😭

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mr clarke #scott clarke #stranger things season 5 #byler endgame #byler theory #mike x will

[steddielations]

Eddie should’ve never taken that loan. It was at the start of his career, he was young and desperate to make it in the industry. It was just to fund his demo tapes but he should’ve known better than to get entangled with the mob, it wouldn’t end there. Once his music took off, they wanted more and more.

Now he has a life, a husband, they’re talking about adopting and Eddie hates himself for keeping this from Steve. He rationalized it, didn’t want to drag Steve into his mess, thought he could keep quietly paying but they want too much now. Eddie’s career isn’t as active anymore, there’s no way Steve won’t notice, they’ll go bankrupt, revealing this secret that he shouldn’t have kept for so long.

He’s gotten a few ominous calls and an unfriendly visitor at the studio that made it clear, they want their money and they’re gonna get it. He has to tell Steve, it’s getting too dangerous. So now he’s sitting across the dinner table from his husband, over a meal so lovingly made for them, about to blow up their life.

“Sweetheart, there’s something—”

There’s a noise outside the window, could’ve just been the wind but there’s more noises, people… footsteps… Eddie grabs Steve, dragging him to the bedroom as he demands to know what’s going on. Eddie tells him everything, in a hushed voice crouching inside their closet with tears brimming, he tells him every lie that’s caught up to them, stained their marriage, apologizes for putting their lives in danger and Steve—

Steve is rifling through the closet, pushing aside clothes to reveal the wall. There’s a compartment behind a painting that Eddie’s never seen. He watches, speechless and shocked to his core as his husband, his kindergarten teacher husband who wears ironed polos and makes dinner every night in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, takes several lethal looking weapons from the wall and starts loading them up, quick and efficient like a machine.

“Steve, what—”

“You’re not the only one with secrets, love,” he presses a firm, forgiving kiss to Eddie’s forehead and leads him out of the closet, weapon raised, “Now get behind me.”

#Mr and mrs smith vibes anyone? #I always have to make ‘just some guy Steve’ a secret badass sorry #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie au #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #rueswriting #stranger things #i’ve had this concept in my mind forever i had to get it out #mp

[inutaffy]

finn said mike would FULLY ACCEPT that will byers wants to KISS HIM ON THE LIPS let's think about that for a moment.....

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #i need the post where i said 'everyone say thank you mr wolfhard' back in june lmaooo

[artiststarme]

The reason why Eddie kept failing English is because he wrote about all of Shakespeare’s characters being gay and Mrs. O’Donnell didn’t approve. 

In his first senior year, he wrote a really nice essay about it which she graded harshly because she was homophobic. By his third senior year, Eddie has given up and just writes whatever he feels like because he knows she'll fail him anyways.

“Hamlet and Macbeth? Fucking gay as hell,” Eddie writes for his third essay.

Steve thinks he's hilarious and that's why Eddie loves him.

(Mrs. O'Donnell gives him an A on his final paper just so he stops coming back. But a win's a win in his book and he finally fucking graduated!)

Well guys, I wrote it! Read it as a fic here!

#He writes DnD campaigns and speaks intelligently #There’s no way he would fail English unless Mrs. O’Donell had beef with him for some reason #stranger things #headcanon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mrs. o'donnell

[localcuttlefish]

She archive on my magnus ‘til I give a statement

[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

She Jane on my Prentiss ‘til I wasp in her attic

[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

SHE WORK MY CLAY ‘TIL MY WHO IS TORN FROM MY WHAT

[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

SHE BREEKON ‘TIL I HOPE

[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

SHE SAY HELLO TO MY MR SPIDERR??

#the magnus archives #tma podcast #TMA #tma shitpost #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jane prentiss #breekon and hope #a guest for mr spider #michael shelley #michael distortion #the distortion #the spiral #magpod #the stranger #the beholding #the web #the magnus institute

[paladibun]

when you’re in a torturing yourself competition and your opponent is Will Byers

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #kind of to go along with my future bb piece #also we don’t support mr. schnapp in this house I just sort of miss byler #reupload whoops

[canyonlouist]

i've seen several articles about "who's jamie campbell bower? meet the new actor from stranger things season 4" i took this as a personal attack so i've made this for the old school ones

#he is still the best jace herondale #the jace herondale from the tv show who? i only know mr jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower #jace herondale #jace lightwood #peter ballard #st4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things spoilers

[aidaronan]

My season 5 wish is that, in a Hawkins overrun by monsters, the group is in some scene fighting off demowhatsits and we just see Mr. Clarke roll by in a souped up station wagon, dressed like Rambo, armed with random weapons he clearly made in the school science lab. "Holy shit, was that...?!" "Not the time, Henderson!"

#stranger things #pls let him come back #mr. clarke

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve wraps his hair in a bandana when he's cleaning, elbow high gloves on, and a matching apron. He's cleaning when Eddie stops by to hang out, and he starts complaining about how the party jokingly calls him mom.

"I mean, what about me screams mom to you?" Steve asked, pausing to look at him to put his hands on his hips.

"Uhh. . . ," Eddie said, unsure of how to answer that. "You know, I've had a long day. May I have a beer, dear?"

"Yeah, sure," Steve said.

He went into the kitchen and handed Eddie a beer before placing a kiss on his lips. He went back to cleaning.

"You weren't supposed to get me a beer, Steve! It was a sarcastic comment on the joke about you being a mom and tacking on that you totally look like a housewife," Eddie said.

"I do not," Steve scoffed.

Eddie slapped his knees as he stood up. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders and made him stand in front of the hallway mirror.

"You totally do," he replied.

"It's all to protect me from the dirt, Eddie," he said, blushing.

"You like it, though . . .the idea of being a housewife. . .being a house husband," Eddie corrected. "You watched those old sitcoms, and you wished that was you. Reverse the gender roles and whatnot."

"Please, the term gender role is a stupid made-up thing to put women in their place. I just wish they portrayed more men being stay at home dads," Steve blushed heavily. "You know for women."

"It's so hot when you make little speeches against non conformity," Eddie whispered in his ear. "It's not just for women, though, is it Steve?"

He pressed his lips against Steve’s ear, his hands on his hips. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against him.

"No," Steve said softly.

"You want to greet me at the door with a kiss and a baby on your hip," Eddie said, and Steve nodded.

"Please," Steve said.

"You don't have to just be a house husband either. You could work too, and I would totally do the same thing with you, too. Share the work in a complete and utter partnership," Eddie said. "You walk through the door, and I welcome you with a kiss, our baby on my hip. Once I put the baby down to sleep, I take you upstairs to make another baby."

"Eddie, we can't - " Steve said.

"Doesn't mean we can't practice, big boy," Eddie said. "So, what do you say? You want to be my house husband?"

"Yes," Steve said.

Eddie whirled him around and pressed a harsh kiss to his lips, then quickly broke it.

"Now, go upstairs, get naked, then put all this stuff back on," Eddie said, fingering the apron.

"Yes, dear."

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steve secretly wants to be mr. mom