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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

[atmelvalds]

‎ indie, private portrayal of 𝐉𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 from Stranger Things loved by Light. est. 12.25. rules and verses under the cut. ‎ navigate: carrd. nancy wheeler. meme tag. affiliates: shadowedvales. d4rkmoor.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

This blog is private, mutuals and 21+ only. Contains spoilers and mature themes. Canon divergence and the use of headcanons will be present. I don't typically write the Russia subplot during ST3/4, you can read more about my divergence here. I'm comfortable writing with multiple portrayals of canon characters. I prefer to use icons and write at least one paragraph minimum, usually more. I will try my best to match.

After Joyce's divorce and the abusive nature of her relationship with Lonnie, she doesn't feel comfortable in a romantic setting with men. She isn't romantically involved with Hopper and sees him as a friend. I'm not currently looking to ship Joyce at this time. Please don't force a ship on me or I will have to soft block. Thanks for understanding.

Hey there, I'm Light, she/her, 30+, GMT. I have autism and anxiety which sometimes impacts my social capabilities. I usually don't follow first because of this. My icons and edits are made by myself. My icon base is by supersources. please read my carrd for details on my rules and verses before interacting

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒:

ONE. 1983 / stranger things TWO. 1984 / stranger things 2 THREE. 1985 / stranger things 3 FOUR. 1986 / stranger things 4 FIVE. 1987 / stranger things 5 EPILOGUE. 1989 + / post stranger things 5 HTTYD. crossover / how to train your dragon (established with d4rkmoor.) SW. crossover / star wars (established with forcenexus.)

[atmelvalds]

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[atmelvalds]

been thinking about this picture on this fine evening

[weltenwellen]

The Weighing Jane Hirshfield

[atmelvalds]

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@d4rkmoor he's a byers alright, fits right into this crazy family

[atmelvalds]

Since  Hawkins  was  closed  off  from  the  rest  of  the  world  life  seemed  to  become  more  dangerous.  With  the  military  taking  over,  they  all  had  to  be  more  careful,  particularly  after  curfew.  It  hadn’t  stopped  the  group  from  looking  for  signs  of  Vecna,  but  the  risks  were  higher  than  they’d  ever  been.  Joyce  was  standing  by  one  of  the  large  operation  tables  they’d  set  up  at  the  Squawk,  going  over  the latest intel  the group had  gathered,  when  she  heard  the  sound  of  approaching  footsteps,  sneakers  squeaking  on  the  smooth,  tiled  floor.  She  didn’t  look  up  right  away  from  the  scattered  papers  and  scribbled  map  squares  she  was  hunched  over.  It  was  the  sudden  silence  that  eventually  drew  her  attention,  dark  brown  eyes  rising  to  settle  on  @collectionofvoices,  widening  at  the  sight  she  was  met  with.

Nancy  was  nursing  what  appeared  to  be  a  freshly  injured,  bloodied  hand. “Nancy,  you’re  hurt,”  Joyce  moved  in  an  instant,  hurrying  towards  her  with  evident  concern. “Here,  sit down,”  taking  no  arguments,  Joyce  carefully  guided  her  towards  the  nearest  chair. “There’s  first-aid  in  storage,  don’t  move,  I’ll  be  right  back.”  Rushing  off  towards  the  room  at  the  back  of  the  radio  station  where  they  kept  certain  essentials,  Joyce  fumbled  her  way  through  dusty  boxes  of  supplies.  She  was  gone  for  several  minutes  before  returning  to  Nancy’s  side  with  a  red  and  white  first-aid  box,  some  paper  towels  and  a  determined frown.  Joyce  reached  to  roll  up  her sleeves,  crouching  next  to  the  chair. “Let  me  see it.” The  request  was  delivered  in  a  firm  but  caring  tone  as  she  reached  for  Nancy’s  hand.

[atmelvalds]

It  wasn’t  often  Joyce  got  the  afternoon  off  work.  It  was  even  less  likely  that  she  didn’t  have  to  spend  it  running  around  like  a  tree  caught  in  a  hurricane,  catching  up  on  errands  and  all  the  things  she  barely  found  time  for  in  between  shifts.  Today was a treat. Joyce  had  it  all  planned  out:  sit  at  home,  no  thinking  or  worrying,  just  watching  bad  daytime  television  and  eating  the  secret  bag of  chips  she  kept  hidden from  her  kids.  Nowhere  on  her  agenda,  did the  plan involve  creeping towards  the shed in the backyard,  armed  with  a  mop,  held  tightly above  her  head,  to  confront  whatever was  crashing  around  in  there. Gritting her teeth, Joyce yanked open the door with  a fierce battle  cry.

@trademarkliar almost got  hit  in  the  face  by  the  mop  when  Joyce  swung  wildly,  the  temporary weapon  flying  across  the  shed  and  clattering  to  the  floor. “Alan,  what  are  you  doing?!  You  nearly  gave  me  a  damn  heart  attack!”  What was once Joyce's voice was now more akin to a kettle screeching. One  hand  clutched  her  chest, the  other  pressed  against  her  knee  where  she  keeled  forward  to  recover  from  the  shock. “I  thought  you  were  a  robber  or  some  kind  of  animal,” or  a  monster.  Joyce’s  gaze  dropped  to  the  bike  in  Alan’s  hands  and the  pieces  began to fall into  place  the  longer  she  stared. “That’s  Will’s  bike,” she  pointed  out  blankly,  as  if  somehow  Alan  wasn’t  already  aware. “Tell  me  you  didn’t  take  that  bike  out  of  this  shed  or  I  swear  to  God  you’ll  wish  you  never  snuck  in  here.” 

[trademarkliar]

canon: al stole will's bike and joyce is ragin @atmelvalds

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[clericwoken]

❛ if i had said something ... would you have listened? or would you have shut down the idea as soon as i said it? ❜ he doesn't try to meet her eyes as he says it, knowing that all of his determination would crumble if he saw the regret in his mom's face. there's still a point that he needs to make, before his resolution dissolves into something else. ❛ i want to help too, mom. ❜ a defeated sigh abandons his lips. his skin crawls uncomfortably each time he's forced to stay back while his friends and family leave the radio station to risk their lives. it makes him feel weak, like they don't actually trust him to take care of himself. ❛ i don't want to stay back while everyone else is out there risking their lives. ❜ not when they're doing it because of him. will knows better than revealing the amount of guilt that still lies underneath, but it's still there: if he hadn't gone missing that night, maybe none of this would be happening.

❛ i know you think i can't handle it, but i can. i've done it before. ❜ the memories were hazy, possibly tainted and infected by vecna, but he doesn't need them to know he somehow survived the upside down for an entire week. each day that passes he's burdened with that knowledge. the connection, even if at times quiet, still weighed heavy on his shoulders. he hates the way his thoughts get jumbled, a melody of unwanted whispers that make his heart sink deeper. she thinks you're weak, she thinks you can't handle it. it's not what she's saying at all, but will's insides have grown bitter lately. it scares him sometimes. ❛ i understand, mom, and i know you're just trying to protect me, but you can't— you can't protect me from everything. what if ... what if he comes back one of these days, and i don't actually know what to do? how to defend myself? because i haven't been out there like the others. i've just been sitting here, waiting. ❜ waiting, completely helpless: the one thing he never wanted to be.

[atmelvalds]

It  wasn’t  an  easy  pill  to  swallow,  to  hear that  she  was failing  @3demos,  that  she’d  been  trying  so  hard  to  keep  him  wrapped  up  in  a  bubble  of  safety  that  he  couldn’t  breathe  because  of  it.  When  they’d  had  similar  conversations,  his words  went  in  but  Joyce  never  really  heard  them  …  but  she  heard  them  now. “It’s  not  that  I  don’t  think  you  can  handle  it  -  ” Joyce  couldn’t  stop  herself responding but  she  hesitated,  grimacing  with  an  apologetic  look. She  forced  herself  to  let  him  finish,  holding  back  the  urge to  explain,  to  try  to  fix  things,  the  way  she  always  tried  to.  Will  didn’t  need  her  to  fix  it,  he  needed  her  to  listen. Inhaling  a  steadying  breath,  Joyce  nodded,  even  as  her  heart  plummeted. Will  was  right  and  by  trying  to  protect  him  from  the  world,  she  was  keeping  him  from  living  in  it.

“Okay,”  she  slowly  exhaled, “I'm  hearing  you.” Wringing  her  hands,  Joyce  moved  to  lean  back  against  the  car,  parked  on  the  side  of  the  road  where  she’d  found  Will’s  bike. “I’ve  been  going  about  this the  wrong  way  but  from  here  on  out  I’ll  try  to … let  you  do  your  own  thing.”  The  concept  of  letting  go,  of  bursting  that  bubble  she’d  built,  was  terrifying.  What  if  she  lost  him  again,  only  this  time,  that  monster  took  her  baby  boy  away  and  she  never  got  him  back?  It  might  happen,  she  might  lose  Will  to  Vecna,  to  the  mindflayer,  but  if  she  carried  on  treating  him  like  a  prisoner  in  his  own  life,  she’d  lose  him  anyway. “It’s  gonna  take  some  time,  it  won’t  happen  overnight  so  I  need  you  to  be  patient  with  me.”

[atmelvalds]

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@freakarus (featuring @trademarkliar) Joyce still has no idea what Eddie was doing when he 'borrowed' her camera but there was only that one picture on the film

[atmelvalds]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

@shadowedvales here's some shots Joyce took of her kids

[atmelvalds]

Your muse as a worm

[atmelvalds]

The  number  of  times  Joyce  had  been  stuck  on  the  damn  phone  trying  to  confirm  Jonathan’s  new  prescription  was  getting ridiculous. All the papers were filled out weeks ago.  It  wasn’t  that  he  needed  her  help,  in  fact,  he’d  tried  to  do  it  himself  but  Joyce  was better  equipped  to  handle  obnoxious  doctors  than  he  was.  It  was  really  the  least  she  could  do  since  finding  out  he  needed  glasses.  So  when  they  finally  got  the  approval  they  needed,  Joyce  insisted  on  going  with  @d4rkmoor and  wouldn’t  take  no  for  an  answer.  By  the  time  they  got  to  the  store  Joyce  was  in  full  mom  mode,  cranked  up  to  the  max. One  of  the  store  clerks  attempted  to  offer  assistance  and  advice  but  gave  up  when  Joyce  kept  butting  in  with  her  own  comments,  eventually  leaving  mother  and  son  to  fend  for  themselves. 

Joyce  made  a  face  that  gave  away  she  was  unimpressed,  immediately  complaining  as  soon  as  the  clerk  was  out  of  earshot.  “Did  you  hear  what  that  woman  said  about  ' the ones in your price range? ',  what  the  hell  was  that  supposed  to  mean?  We  never  told  her  our  price  range,”  Joyce  muttered  under  her  breath,  resisting  the  urge  to  throw  a  glare  over  her  shoulder  in  the  clerk's  direction.  She  didn’t  care  about  being  judged  herself  but  she  didn’t  want  some  stranger  making  assumptions  about  her  son. “What  about  these  ones?”  Joyce  reached  to  pull  a  pair  down  from  the  display  rack.  They  were  black-rimmed  with  square-shaped  lenses. “They’ll  make  you  look  even  more  handsome.  What  do  you  think?”  She  held  them  out  for  him  to  try  with  an  encouraging  smile. 

[willthewisx]

Will couldn't help but lean into his mother's hand, finding the motion, the feeling of his mothers fingers rather soothing & comforting for him. Will rather weakly reaches up, with one hand, shocked when he finds himself shaking, shaking from what? Who knows, he'd been in the Upside Down for nearly a week, or was it a week? All of his thoughts are fuzzy, muddled up.

Wills hand gently touches his mums wrist, feeling her pulse point & resting there for comfort, maybe he just needed to know that he wasn't dreaming, to feel something/someone that was living & breathing, small fingers gently move in order to try and comfort his mom, back & forth, they can both try to comfort each other in this moment. His voice comes out kind of raspy & hoarse.

❝ M-Mom, when can we leave? I-I want to go home. . . ❞

[atmelvalds]

Feeling  Will’s  weak  hold  of  her  wrist,  so  gentle  and  caring, Joyce  fought  to  stop  herself  from  crying  from  how  overwhelmed  she  was,  with  relief,  mostly  but  still  that  nagging,  constant  worry  always  at  the  back  of  her  mind.  She  wanted  to  scoop  @willthewisx up  in  her  arms  and  never  let  go,  never  again.  Inhaling  a  trembling  breath,  Joyce  smiled,  continuing  the  motion  of  stroking  his hair. 

“I  know, we  can  soon,  I  promise.  The  doctors  said  they  want  to  run  a  couple  more  tests  to  make  sure  you’re  well  enough  first.”  Joyce  hated  that  they  couldn’t  leave  yet.  All  she  wanted  to  do  was  take  her  baby boy  home  where  he  could  feel  safe,  where  Jonathan  was  waiting  for  them. Will had been through enough. “How  do  you  feel?  Do  you  need  some  water  or  something  to  eat?”     

[atmelvalds]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫

mark if the headcanon is right or wrong.

✖ Joyce has punched a hole in their wall.

Joyce  doesn't  get  violent  or  aggressive  when  she's  angry,  she  mostly  yells  (if  someone  is  yelling  at  her  she'll  give  it  right  back)  or  stresses  out  or  complains.  Lonnie  has  definitely  punched  a  hole  in  the  wall  of  their  house  though  and  refused  to  get  it  fixed  for  months.  When  he  finally  fixed  it  he  did  a  lazy,  bad  patch  job  so  Joyce  hung  a  picture  over  that  spot  on  the  wall.

✖ Joyce instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.

It's  enough  of  an  effort  to  keep  her  own  house  clean  without  trying  to  clean  someone  else's.  She  doesn't  get  much  time outside  of  work. When  she  does,  she  spends  most  of  it  taking  care  of  her  boys and  paying  the  bills.  When  she  gets  time  she  will  do  chores  but  Jonathan  usually  helps  her  out  a  lot  with  them.

✔ Joyce has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce.

Jonathan  has  repeatedly  pronounced  the  word  'epitome'  for  her  and  she  still,  without  fail,  will  say  'ep-it-ohm'  every  time.  Thankfully,  it's  not  a  word  she  says  that  often  but  when  she  does  mess  it  up  she'll  cringe  and  try  to  correct  herself  which  usually  ends  up  with  her  butchering  it  even  more.  It  embarrasses  her  a  lot  when  it  happens.  There's  a  few  other  words  she  struggles  with  too.

✖ Joyce is afraid of doing anything without other peoples permission.

The  exact  opposite  actually.  Joyce  doesn't  care  what  people  think  of  her  and  never  feels  the  need  to  get  permission  to  do  anything.  She  does  her  best  to  be  a  good  person  and  after  letting  Lonnie  walk  all  over  her  when  she  was  young  she  refuses  to  back  down  or  stay  silent  when  something  matters. It taught her how to get tough and stand her ground when the situation calls for it.

✔ Joyce will go feral. Watch out.

She  can  be  fiery  when  she  wants  to  be.  If  it's  to  protect  her  sons she  will  do  whatever  it  takes,  even  if  that  means  being  assertive  towards  doctors,  arguing  with  her  boss  about  buying  christmas  lights,  making  demands  over  the  phone  (politely),  dealing  with  Hopper  and  Murray's  crap  all  the  damn  time, yelling  at  her  ex-husband  for  being  a  deadbeat  dad and facing down a demogorgon with an axe.

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JOYCE BYERS in STRANGER THINGS 3.06 "E Pluribus Unum"