Unhinged shipper

35+, She/Her, but really, any pronouns are fine. Aegosexual/GrayAce. Multi shiper for multiple fandoms.

[toobusybeingdelulu]

OH MY GOD THE QUESTION WAS “who was the most misunderstood villain in stranger things” AND JOE KEERY WAS THE FIRST TO ANSWER?? AND HE SAID BILLY?? AND WENT TO EXPLAIN WHY???

YOU WILL HAVE TO DRAG BILLY HARGROVE AWAY FROM JOE KEERY’S COLD DEAD HANDS, that man has been on the frontline since 2017, watch the antis trying to cancel him again now LMAOOO

“He is the most human of them all” I WILL CRY STOP IT

[halondrus]

oh me? I lost my penis when I ignored the "Don't touch the machinery" sign. you know how it is

[halondrus]

you all hate me and my penis. I mean penisnt

[halondrus]

I made the mistake of looking at this while taking an order over the headset at work and started laughing really hard and had to gather myself for a second and my coworkers kept trying to look at my phone to see what I was laughing at

[halondrus]

nearly ran a redlight thinking about >penis ripped off by penis gnomes on my way home from work

[virtualgirladvance]

putting this post on every machine from now on thank you

[official-penis-posts]

Penwas :(

[euthoricspidey-deactivated20230]

can they pls stop trying to make steve and nancy happen again it’s not good for anyone but especially my parasocial love for him

[ihni]

[ghostengarden]

She’s going to fix your car and then steal your gf

[djosbicep]

[transmascmarypoppins]

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

[spacefinch]

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

[chatblancofficial]

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

[black-quadrant]

Reblog this triple-dead post for something good to happen to you this week.

[silfraen]

[chilewithcarnage]

there is no discourse between gen z and millenials. we are siblings. come on lil bro, ill take you to amc. yeah we can go there early and play the arcade games before the movie starts.

[midlifecrisis2021]

Can we get popcorn and a drink to share :)

[chilewithcarnage]

we sure can buddy, we sure can

[microwaveabl]

Why do the two reblogs read like a soldier dying in their friends arms and talking about when they’ll get back home to give them a bit of comfort before they die

[snowy-icarus]

because have you seen the economy and society lately

[stervrucht]

What if you were dead and I was too and we kissed in the Upside-down. What then, huh?

[avidrambling]

I have been doing a lot of writing lately. ALL had been in my latest obsession is Stranger Things. I'm writing on a longer one with time travel and I'm very excited about it. But everyone once in a while another idea pops in my head and I have to work on it as well. You know I only have 4 WiPs right now. But the opening I just wrote to this one that popped in my head two nights ago. Gahhh.

Warning, Billy's pov of dying at the end of season 3.

*****

For once, he had done the right thing. With the strength loaned for the girl that was the same age as Max, he fought back.  He instinctively knew if he failed everyone was dead.  The girl below him.  Max. The others he could sense around him. Even the rest of this shitty town. 

His father. 

So he fought. He screamed. Tears streamed down his face. He felt the tentacles piercing his flesh.  The burning agony as they twisted into him. He tried to not get distracted from holding the fanged mouth he was keeping away from the girl.  Telling himself just a little longer. Give her time to get away.  Another tentacle came straight for his chest.  It slithered into him, right at his stomach.  He knew at that moment he was dead. His body might not quite have registered it, but it was a foregone conclusion. 

Having one slightly heroic moment to end a shitty and painful life.  

He was on the ground staring at the stars winking at him through the smoke and shattered ceiling up above.  Max's head came into view. He tried to apologise. For being a shit human.  For all that he did when the monster controlled his body.  For being a shit brother. He wasn't sure if it all came through. 

He wished he could wipe the tears from her face but his limbs weren't responding.  He wished he could tell her it was for the best. Maybe he can finally rest. This world has been cruel to him.  Always taking hope away.  Always causing pain.  

It's okay shitbird. It was always going to end in violence.  

[acharesia]

Paint On A Canvas

A Steddie Big Bang 2026 Entry! Project #003

Artist: @contritecactite Beta: @dragoon-ze-great

Steve Harrington has struggled with school ever since high school. After much trial and error, he's managed to secure himself a spot at the DePaul University in Chicago, along with his best friend Robin Buckley. The pair move and manage to find a lovely house for rent. The only catch is, it's a bit more expensive than they can afford so they're required to find part-time jobs. While Robin is able to get a job at a cafe on campus, Steve struggles to find something. He eventually finds a job as an art model for a prominent painter in the area. Thus begins his tumultuous relationship with the painter, Eddie Munson.

Yeah! This will be my first published Steddie fic and I am so excited! I can't wait to work with everyone on this project.

@steddiebbang

[ihni]

HarringroveApril Day 1: First kiss

[mostbelovedqueer]

Most Beloved (non-canon) Queer Ship Tournament - Round 1 - losers' bracket - 2.29

Which queer ship do you love more?

harringrove (stranger things)*

Francis Crozier and James Fitzjames (The Terror (AMC)

how dare you make me choose

Remaining time: 6 days 10 hours

Disclaimer: This tournament is based on submissions! Please respect all identities, characters and fandoms! Hate or aggressive language (even if jokingly) will get you blocked instantly!

[keaganz]

I am super excited to finaly reveal my @steddiebbang project. I am extremely fortunate, exited and privileged to have @ficsforfundota as my co-author, @spiderraeken as my artist and @felixir-of-moths as my beta reader!

Title; Practical Magic

Rating; Explicit

Genre; Fantasy & Horror

Relationship; Steve Harrington/Edith Munson

Summary; As a little kid Stephanos comes face to face for the first time with the super-natural in the form of a hellhound. His curiosity has him following the hound and unwittingly steps over the threshold into Hades, the underworld. Luckily for him, he is born into the Cult of Hekate and she leads him back home. For years he believes that it was all just a very vivid dream he had. No one mentions to him the sudden appearance of moles dotting his olive bronzed skin, that resemble the stars in night sky. His mother is overjoyed to find that he also came back with a special connection to plants. They listen and bend to his will, to the point that she plucks a whole range of flowers from between his hair. When they move back to their home in Hawkins, Stephanos adopts his English name and becomes Steve Harrington. He has trouble settling in, he misses his family but most of all he misses being able to openly to use his gifts and talk about their Lady Hekate. Eleven years later, strange things start happening in Hawkins and Steve comes face to face with the horrors of the upside-down. He comes across a second hellhound that he once again follows, only this time it leads him to find a lost gifted girl, three nerdy & extremely loyal preteens, a boy lost in a nightmarish version of Hawkins but most importantly it leads him to a girl calling herself a witch by the name of Edith Munson

Read more for a little snippet

Steve's found the perfect hiding spot for the game of hide & seek he and his cousins are engaging in. Well his five year old brain thinks it's the perfect spot. He's crouching down behind a large rose bush. He hears one of his cousins run past him trying to find a spot to hide. He hears a rustling sound coming from deeper in the bush and turns towards the sound. He witnesses a deep purple rose slowly opening as it blooms. The petals look velvety soft as he shuffles closer to inspect it. He doesn't notice how the thorny branches move aside, keeping him safe.

He's completely mesmerised as the petals shimmer with a golden hue. Steve reaches out to stroke the bloom, curious to see if its as soft as it looks, but the bloom closes as soon as he touches it. He frowns and huffs before sees a second and third bloom opening up, both the same deep purple but each has a different hue to them, one silver and one soft pink. The bushes rustle around him again, accompanied by chittering and clicking. The branches around him slowly move aside creating an opening, making way for an uncanny looking dog. It's limbs are too long and spindly, its body too thin with bony ridges sticking out, its fur short and bristly. It's muzzle is what truly makes it look otherworldly, the lower yaw is hanging open with a seem running between it that's split open.

Had Steve been older he would have realized the danger he could be in, but all he saw was an interesting looking dog. He holds out his hand palm up so the dog can sniff his hand. He giggles when the dogs hot breath tickles his hand as it deeply sniffs him. The dog steps closer and starts sniffing at him, burring its nose in his hair. Steve pulls a face as the dogs warm and rancid breath hits him full in the face.

"Eeeww your breath is smelly!" He gently pushes the dog away, smiling as he does so. The dog lets out a huff as it sit down in front of him, tilting it's head to the side as it regards him. Steve smiles as he reached out to scratch the dog behind his ears. He lets out a little surprised sound as the bristle like fur is a lot softer then he expected. He spends a few moments petting the dog before it's ears perk up and turns it's head listening to something far of. Steve topples over and lands on his but as the dog stand up and trots off in the same direction came from. "Hey, wait! Where are you going?" Steve quickly gets up and runs after the dog. He doesn't notice how the bushes around him move and sway out of his way, making a safe path for him to go through while the dog in front of him brushes against them, snagging it's fur.

[emeraldzephyr]

Steddie Big Bang: Project Reveal!

Incredibly excited to reveal my project for my first ever @steddiebbang

Slaying Dragons in the Dark is a hurt/comfort fix-it fic that follows Steve and Eddie as they hide away and heal in House Harrington after the events of Season 4. It's part fix-it fic, part "make these characters confront their trauma" fic, and I'm very excited to get to talk about it now!

Also so happy to have @staymagical as my wonderful artist this year. Those book binds? Divine. I also have @spectrum-spectre as my magnificent beta.

Want a preview? Check out my summary and a snippet below:

Eddie Munson died. Heart stopped, bled crimson on the ashen ground of the Upside Down until he was ripped through the bony fingers of the Reaper, gasping for breath and writhing in pain. These new friends, new acquaintances, had adopted him as one of their own, and they refused to let him go gently into that good night. But when wounds get patched, and reunions occur, how do you move on when that same hell is still threatening to burst forth around you? When nightmares of teeth and tails and terror still haunt your sleep? When half of the town thinks you're Satan himself and most of them think you're dead? When the terror whose minions you died to and who your allies failed to kill is still lurking in the dark, growing stronger every day? When you are healing alongside a man that, quite literally, snatched you from death's clutches, dragged you out of hell, and made you the best damn cup of coffee you've ever had?

1986 may not be the year Eddie graduates, but it's sure as hell going to be the year he stops running, the year he grows, the year he survives. If not for himself, then for others. Because he has a whole new network of support, and they're hauling him kicking and screaming, hiding him away in the Harrington house as he heals from wounds both physical and mental. Maybe, in the middle of all this madness, he can find time to heal his heart, too. Or maybe, he just goes insane looking at the same handful of boring rooms every day with only Steve Harrington for regular company.

"You…you're all…you," Eddie starts, sad, wet eyes glancing up at him, head still drooped, "And I…I can't even sleep without being scared. How are you not scared?"

Steve stilled for a moment, brow furrowing in thought as he contemplated Eddie's question.

"I'm not scared," Steve started, Eddie huffing out a bitter laugh before Steve continued, "I'm fucking terrified."

At Steve's admission, Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Steve's, searching for an answer in his green-brown hazel eyes, "Every time, I think it's going to be over finally, and it keeps coming back. And at this point, I feel like Penhurst would have a field day with my brain."

Eddie grinned at his admission, lopsided where the gauze and tape limited movement, before it fell from his face, looking at Steve with such sadness, "Each time it's more of the same, but also each time it's different. It always builds and builds, and you'll have some weird fucking fears."

Eddie tilts his head in confusion, brows knitting together, "You aren't doing much to reassure me there, Harrington."

"You know the Byers can't put lights on their Christmas tree anymore?" Steve asked Eddie, who shook his head no before Steve continued, "Joyce…she used them to communicate with Will when he was in the Upside Down the first year, back in '83—had 'em all over her house. I saw it when Nancy and Jonathan set a trap for one of those monsters, kids call it a demogorgon. She had some ouiji board type shit on the wall with the alphabet, and strings of lights all along the ceilings."

Steve let out a shaky breath before continuing, "They…the lights flicker when those things are nearby. When Nancy pulled a gun on me to chase me off from the Byers' house…I was standing at my open car door, about to haul ass out of there. When I looked back…it was like a strobe light was going off. I could hear Nancy and Jonathan yelling, and some awful sound. I was fucking terrified. But I couldn't…knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had just left them, you know?"

Eddie flinched at that, looking away, "Yeah, well, I did run, Harrington. After Chrissy…I fucking ran."

"The thing is…I did too," Steve rasped, voice dripping with disdain for himself, "Before Nancy could scare me off by pointing that gun at me, that thing…it dropped out of the ceiling and cornered us in Jonathan's bedroom. When it disappeared, Nancy yelled at me to leave again, telling me it was going to come back, and I fucking ran."

Steve looked up, eyes focused and piercing as he met Eddie's gaze, "Yeah, we both ran. But think about what you saw, what I saw? That's some horror movie bullshit that neither of us prepared for, that neither of us could do anything about. But after that, neither of us ran."

Eddie scoffed at that, drawing an annoyed glare from Steve, "No, you don't get to downplay yourself like that, Munson. You could have stayed in that boat when the vines dragged me through the portal, but you jumped in after us."

"Yeah, cause I was too scared to stay there alone," Eddie spat, voice filled with self-loathing.

"And when you went through the gate? Saw those bats eating me alive. You didn't run. You fought them off, alongside Robin and Nancy, with a fucking oar. And you saw what they did to me, how terrifying that place was. And when we planned to go right back in there to fight the thing that killed Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick? You were the second one through that portal."

Steve looked to Eddie, who was staring a hole through a spot on the comforter, chewing the nail on his thumb. Steve leaned into his vision, hand going to Eddie's shoulder to push him back gently, forcing him to make eye contact.

"You saved Dustin, man," Steve asserted, admiration and appreciation clear in his voice. "He told me what happened, how the bats came through the vents. They would have poured through that portal, gotten both of you. It would have blocked the rest of us from getting out. So yeah, I guess if you're being technical, you ran then. But not because of fear, but purpose."

[dkmh-news]

Dacre on IG 4 June 2026

[dogsdayilya]

Loyalty (1869)

— by Briton Rivière

Loyalty (2025)

— by Ilya Rozanov

[ihni]

"Treat? Please, treat?"