JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE ANYWAY *smacks Art Down On Table* I Love Them So Much

JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE ANYWAY *smacks art down on table* I love them so much

I'm so happy this show finally got released because it has been a long 4 years and of course, it has its flaws but I love it all the same

A couple of Thorin drawings

“i’m tireddd.”

*in a whiny voice* “i’m tired.” *mocking them*

this is sooo eddie coded

ty for feeding my grumpy eddie obsession anon — grump!eddie's boyfriend instincts take over when you're sleepy (ditzy!reader-ish, established relationship, fluff, 0.6k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

There’s something heavy in Eddie’s lap. Something heavy and warm and smelling like a fresh shower.

He fights open drooping eyelids, not knowing when he’d dozed off or how long he’d dozed off for — or exactly when you crawled haphazardly into his lap. He figures it couldn’t have been that long ago. ‘Cause his show is still on, and you’re still shifting to get comfortable over his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asks you, voice thick with sleep until he clears it away. 

You’ve got yourself curled in a tight ball, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible so you can fit more of yourself in his lap. The effort is futile. Only half you thrown over half of him. It doesn’t look comfortable in the slightest, but you settle with a contented sigh like you are, anyway. Eddie smooths a warm hand over your back and lets you lie there, on top of him.

“Laying on you,” you answer, muffled against him.

“Okay… Why?”

“‘Cause I love you.”

“Boo,” he moans. “Too vague.”

You whine. “Today was just so long, and I’m sooo tireddd.”

“Aww, you’re tired?” Eddie coos in a mocking voice. “You poor baby.”

He uses his sarcasm to compensate for how sweet he is to you. He acts annoyed but grabs a blanket from the back of the couch to drape over you anyway. Even goes as far as to swaddle you in it when he resituates you in his lap, sitting you more wholly over his thighs.

Vulnerability has always been hard for him, only ever feasible when he pretends it’s insincere.

“Is this better?” he mumbles into your hair.

You hum, warm against his neck. “Mhmm.”

“Good. ‘Cause you’re blocking the TV.”

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” you tease and pull slightly back from him. The tip of your nose runs up his jaw to the apple of his cheek. “There’s a reason I call you Teddy, you know?”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you’re soft. And fuzzy. And you love to cuddle.”

Eddie squints at you. “…You just made all that up.”

“You can like me, you know? We’re not in high school anymore, Teddy.”

“I always liked you,” he scoffs and holds you tighter against him, one arm around your back and the other beneath your knees. “Even before you knew I existed.”

“I always knew you existed!”

“Yeah? Since when?”

“Mr. Hauser’s Sex Ed class. Freshmen year. He was like, ‘That’s how the homo sapien male holds an erection—’” You recite it like it’s something you think about often. A reminiscent smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “—And the boy with the grown-out buzz cut behind me said, ‘Actually, Mr. Hauser, I think an erection is better held in the hand of the homo sapien female.’” 

Eddie laughs at the long-gone memory and starts to sparkle with it.

“And I’ve been smitten over that boy ever since,” you tell him with a sickly-sweet smile.

He scrunches his nose in disgust, still not used to the affection you show him so effortlessly. “You had a crush on me in ninth grade?” he teases like he hasn’t loved you since eighth.

“Uh-huh,” you nod. “Still do.”

“That’s so gross,” he grumbles like a storm cloud right before hugging you that much closer. 

He holds you with firm hands, suffocating in the best of ways, with every intention to melt with you. The bridge of his nose smushes into your neck. He inhales deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of your shampoo. His exhale fans warm against your skin.

“Too gross to kiss?” you wonder in a tiny voice.

“Yes,” he answers quickly as he pulls away. “But I like gross, so…”

You press a smacking kiss to his plush grin. Then another for good measure. You hug him closer and bury your face into his neck. “Mm. You taste like a TV dinner,” you mumble into his skin.

Eddie tries hard to hide his laughter. It bubbles from his throat like sunshine, anyway.

I JUST NOTICED THAT HE WAS TASTING IT

Me and the kids from Stranger Things were about to die in the US capitol (I am not American idk why we were there) and a humanized Donald Duck came to sacrifice himself for us.

07.01.24

#Mira-Marathon | Stranger Things

Series Name: Stranger Things | Season 4 | (2022); Production studios: Netflix, 21 Laps Entertainment, Monkey Massacre, Upside Down Pictures; Director by: Matt Duffer, Ross Duffer, Shawn Levy, Andrew Stanton, Uta Briesewitz, Nimród Antal, Rebecca Thomas, Dan Trachtenberg; Screenwriters: William Bridges, Justin Doble, Curtis Gwinn, Jessica Mecklenburg, Caitlin Schneiderhan, Alison Tatlock, Kate Trefry, Ross Duffer, Matt Duffer, Jessie Nickson-Lopez, Paul Dichter; Starring: Millie Bobby Brown, Finn Wolfhard, Gaten Matarazzo, Caleb McLaughlin, Noah Schnapp; Genres: Fantasy, Horror, Drama, Science Fiction; Running Time: One series – 1 hour 25 minutes | All series – 12 hours 58 minutes;

In Season 4 of Stranger Things, the kids from Hawkins battle evil in the form of the monster Vecna. The plot is intense, the characters are interesting, and the visuals are stunning. Themes of trauma and growth are explored. Despite this, some of the storylines may seem rambling. I wish for more clarity in the plot, character development and impressive visuals in the future.

My rating:

⭐⭐⭐⭐