Jul 5, 2018
the party’s paladin ≡ michael ‘mike’ wheeler
okay, first of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.
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the party’s paladin ≡ michael ‘mike’ wheeler
okay, first of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.
a 🍩shop au, reddie edition: eddie, ben, mike & bev all run a bakery together bc they're softies™ & it's actually pretty successful | ben & beverly totally have a workplace flirtationship also | anyway Bev & Richie are close and one time she invites him to stop by the shop | and WOW Eddie's working behind the counter and he has flour smudged on his cheeks and nose and he's wearing a pastel pink t-shirt w/ the bakery logo and Richie is heART EYED. also he probs makes some joke about dough-nutting
😍😍😍😍😍 SOFT DOUGHNUT BOYS
ok but Richie kinda brushes the flour off his cheeks and Eddie is b l u s h i n
What a mood this song has put me in. @hannahberrie come take a listen and tell me these lyrics don’t remind you of Everybody Talks, and El likening Mike’s freckles to constellations:
“shining stars all seem to congregate around your face”
Anything is Mileven-themed if you try hard enough, amirite? 😍
Fanfiction Moodboard (Stranger Things) : Everybody Talks - @hannahberrie : Epilogue
”Sometimes love was that scrawny kid comparing her to a star system.”
your blog theme, icon, and header is everything
omg thank u so much!!!!! 💘💘 i love ur icon hehe
honest opinion: your writing is amazing, and I don't mean this in a mean/bitchy way at all, but I know you'll only get even more incredible as you get older. you're only 17 and yet you write far better than most of the people in my writing courses at college
OH MY this was so sweet and im honestly crying??? THANK YOU this means a lot!! i look up to your writing and im so inspired by it, and it’s crazy that you think my writing is amazing when you’re so incredibly talented yourself! thank you again hannah this made my day :’)
Guys! @hannahberrie is posting the homecoming chapter of her series Everybody Talks today and honestly I have no idea how I'm gonna function until that comes out because I literally CANNOT WAIT. FOR. IT. TO. COME. OUT!!!! If you haven't read it yet, you should seriously consider it.
“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” + Jopper!
Inserts shameless Napoleon Dynamite Quote
“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
“This is what he always gets,” El responds, dropping in four cans of whipped cream into the shopping cart.
Before Joyce can muster up a response, she turns to see the man she was yelling at and her eyes widen.
Hopper hoists a package of toilet paper on his shoulder, and holds it there in such a way that, somehow, he flexes his biceps in the process. Joyce can’t tell if its intentional or not and she really doesn’t seem to care.
“It’s Friday,” Hopper says calmly. “Fridays we get Eggoextravaganzas.”
Joyce looks down at the girl now eying the frozen boxes of Eggos at the bottom of the cart.
“Is that right El?”
“Only Fridays.”
Around the corner come two boys carrying large boxes with smaller packages of chips inside. Mike casually elbows Will in the side and quickly the two boys decend into a shoving war.
“Will, you know we can’t afford the fun pack!” Hopper places the toilet paper into the cart and places his hands on his hips. “What, do you think money grows on trees in this family? Take it back! And get some Pampers for you and your brother while you’re at it.”
“He’s not my brother, Hopper,” Will replies, rolling his eyes.
“Oh I’m sorry, how many years till he’s your brother in law, Wheeler?”
“Hopper!” Joyce shouts, red in the face. She has to stand on her toes to smack the backside of his head.
All three of the kids are bright pink.
“They’re practically married,” Hopper says, now focusing his attention on the shelves, not looking for anything in particular. “He spends enough time over that he’s already one of ours.”
“Ok fine,” Joyce responds begrudlingly. She rolls her eyes in the same fashion as her son. “But why do we need four things of whipped cream?”
Hopper raises an eyebrow.
“Two for dessert, two for us.”