CECE ! ౨ৎ twenty-two. she/her. virgo. mexican. nancy wheeler’s gf. obsessed with too many things simultaneously. certified yapper and complainer.
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CECE ! ౨ৎ twenty-two. she/her. virgo. mexican. nancy wheeler’s gf. obsessed with too many things simultaneously. certified yapper and complainer.
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hoes who don’t understand dustin in season 5 are the same hoes who didn’t understand nancy in season 2. hey guys do you want characters to be completely unaffected by the deaths of their loved ones 😀 that would be supremely awful writing!
also nancy not wanting to hear criticism about her articles because she thinks they’re all amazing. i fear we are one and the same
hello?? when did my bby cece make a comeback??
hi veeeeee!!!
oh my gosh you sent this like a month ago finals season was kicking me straight in the arse…… </3 how are you !!!
steve..... steve harrington..... save me
save me steve harrington..
i really shouldn’t be surprised at the confirmation of jonathan “i hate my girlfriend” byers but here we are
LOVEFOOL 💌 — ‘honey, i’m home’ with stevie please. no pressure at all and take ur time or feel free to skip it, idm at all. and congratulations again ml, ily xx
drew babyyyyy, i love u and i’m saur sorry this took so long!! i may have went overboard | 1.6k fem!reader
warnings: alcohol + one drunk steeb + undressing + shit ending
Robin is the first to insist that his party days are well behind him. It was supposed to be a lighthearted toast in some random corner of a vaguely familiar backyard. Keg King Steve has fallen from grace! Here’s to a sign of maturity!
The sentiment, much to Steve’s chagrin, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and it rivals whatever’s in his cup.
“So Harrington’s a lightweight, big deal! I still think you’re just as charming.” With a heavy hand and a tipsy grin, Eddie reassuringly slaps across Steve’s shoulders. The sheer force of it has his entire body jerking forward and his drink jumping over the plastic rim. It spills over his fingers, grossly sticking to his skin and foaming at the edge of his sleeve.
He’s not quite sure why it even affects his ego so much, but it’s feeling bruised and battered. Like something sour and unforgiving crept into his chest and delivered a hefty blow to his Pride.
It has him sputtering as he lamely pushes away the metal-head, “I can still—I mean, I'm not…a lightweight.”
Robin is usually pretty good at spotting his unease when she’s sober, but the cheap beer seems to make her hypersensitive to his changing mood. She shakes her head fervently and harshly swallows. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” She starts, “I’m just saying, you know…you’re not who you were in high school! Which is good! It’s a good thing. It’s just, like, your tolerance decreases as you get older and less athletic, everybody knows that. So it’s perfectly normal.”
He knows that she means well. It’s obvious in the way she attempts to soothingly rub his arm, the way she smiles at him as best she can. But he’s feeling like he just got all the air knocked out of lungs.
You’re not who you were in high school.
mike wheeler my son….
lucas sinclair, my son…i miss u
without you by oh wonder trending on tiktok reminds me of my dolan twins phase in 2018
STUNNER. EDDIE
synopsis: eddie is more than eager to cheer you on at your derby matches, and just as eager to help patch you up afterwards (implied fem!reader)
word count: 1k
authors note: yet another old work revival! this is a little more on the niche side, but i thought eddie would think jammer!reader was badass saur i had to write it teehee
Every single bone in your body is begging you to stay still. Your joints practically screech with each movement, sending shocks of dull pain through your limbs. But, ironically, you’re too exhausted to care. You just want to be comfortable and you just want to sleep.
The entire ride back to Eddie’s has been filled by his old cassettes, the audio being muffled by radio static. Your hand rests in his own, over the middle compartment, and he gently squeezes your fingers every so often. As soon as you park, the fatigue and dejection hits you ten times harder.
“Wayne’s not here yet,” he observes aloud, resting his hand on your lower back for a split second, “You can go to the room, I’ll be right there.” You shoot him a quick smile as he places a kiss on your forehead before trudging down the hall.
Carefully sitting down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, you kick off your slippers and lean back to throw your feet up—the pull on your back muscles making you wince. You can hear his voice increasingly become louder as he nears the room. The sound is accompanied by the clanking of a spoon against glass as he mixes whatever liquid in the cup.
“It was totally badass. I thought you actually knocked her out cold,” he chirps ever so excitedly. The spoon twirling halts and he sets the glass down onto a nearby surface with a proud huff.
It’s chocolate milk.
it is raining out and i’m getting on a plane later today. dare i say, maximum writing opportunity
Joe Keery Hero Magazine, ph. by Fabien Kruszelnicki – Winter 2025
doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something
We need to get back into reblogging in a big way. Wtfdym the post has 315 notes but only 20 reblogs????
erm hello back from the dead I see?!?!!? how are u my long lost bff <3
i’ve arisen!! dude i’ve been missing my creative outlet so bad, it feels like im visiting a graveyard every time i log on. and i’ve been missing my favorite little friends on here <3 how are u !
STUNNER. EDDIE
synopsis: eddie is more than eager to cheer you on at your derby matches, and just as eager to help patch you up afterwards (implied fem!reader)
word count: 1k
authors note: yet another old work revival! this is a little more on the niche side, but i thought eddie would think jammer!reader was badass saur i had to write it teehee
Every single bone in your body is begging you to stay still. Your joints practically screech with each movement, sending shocks of dull pain through your limbs. But, ironically, you’re too exhausted to care. You just want to be comfortable and you just want to sleep.
The entire ride back to Eddie’s has been filled by his old cassettes, the audio being muffled by radio static. Your hand rests in his own, over the middle compartment, and he gently squeezes your fingers every so often. As soon as you park, the fatigue and dejection hits you ten times harder.
“Wayne’s not here yet,” he observes aloud, resting his hand on your lower back for a split second, “You can go to the room, I’ll be right there.” You shoot him a quick smile as he places a kiss on your forehead before trudging down the hall.
Carefully sitting down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, you kick off your slippers and lean back to throw your feet up—the pull on your back muscles making you wince. You can hear his voice increasingly become louder as he nears the room. The sound is accompanied by the clanking of a spoon against glass as he mixes whatever liquid in the cup.
“It was totally badass. I thought you actually knocked her out cold,” he chirps ever so excitedly. The spoon twirling halts and he sets the glass down onto a nearby surface with a proud huff.
It’s chocolate milk.