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K. Sucks what those Hawkins assholes did to his grave. But I saw no body. No body no proof. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He died trying to protect you assholes!

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"Flea Ride"

“I’m telling you, Harrington,” Robin said, slapping the dashboard of Steve’s beat-up BMW. “We graduate, we drive into Indy, and we do something weird. Something not-Hawkins. Something with neon lights and bad decisions.”

Steve snorted. “You mean like crime?”

“No,” she said, then tilted her head. “Not necessarily.”

They didn’t have a plan. Just a tank of gas, some terrible cassettes, and a need to feel like something was finally starting. Robin sat on the edge of something she couldn’t quite name. Restless, buzzing, ready.

Back in her kitchen, before they left, she’d called the only person she knew in Indianapolis: Jenna, a girl she used to work retail hell with. Jenna was older, cooler, moved to the city last fall.

“Hey,” Robin had said on the rotary, twisting the cord into knots. “I’m coming to Indy tonight. With a friend. We wanna do something stupid. Something fun. You got any ideas?”

Jenna laughed. “You want to get into trouble, Buckley?”

“Not the felony kind.”

“Well,” Jenna said, “I’ve got a place. Cheap drinks. Cool people. And if you’re not dead after that, we’ll go dancing. I’ll get you in. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

She did get them in. The bar was sticky, dark, and loud. The drinks tasted like cleaning fluid and syrup, and Steve drank his too fast and got giggly. Jenna was still impossibly cool — all black eyeliner and boots and calm in a way Robin never quite managed.

By the time they poured themselves into the second place — a warehouse-turned-club with strobes and cigarette haze — they were loose-limbed and glowing.

Robin didn’t register the rainbow flag over the bar. Steve didn’t either. They were too busy marveling at the bathroom graffiti and how the DJ looked like she belonged on MTV.

And then the song hit.

"I wanna dance with somebody…"

“ROBIN,” Steve shouted over the beat, grabbing her hand. “IT’S OUR SONG.”

“No it’s not.”

“It’s our guilty pleasure song,” he yelled, already pulling her into the crush of bodies. “Do not deny me this.”

They danced.

Like idiots. Like kids who didn’t know better. Robin laughed so hard she had to stop singing. She twirled and let her head fall back. A girl with glitter under her eyes danced up close, closer, touching Robin’s arm as she moved. Robin didn’t pull away.

Steve was shoulder-to-shoulder with a guy in a mesh tank and eyeliner, nodding like he was keeping a beat. The guy bumped into him twice, then grinned. Steve grinned back, half-confused.

The chorus exploded.

“I wanna feel the heat with somebody…”

When it ended, they were sweaty, breathless, flying.

Robin found herself pressed up against Glitter Girl at the edge of the crowd. “I’m Mel,” she said, leaning in. “You dance like you don’t give a damn.”

Robin grinned. “I try not to.”

They talked for a few minutes. Mel liked Patti Smith and calculus. Robin found herself smiling too much.

Back at their table, Jenna was nursing something pink and dangerous-looking.

“So,” she said, nodding toward the dance floor. “You two really love Whitney.”

Robin flopped into the seat across from her. “She’s a goddess.”

Steve slid in beside her. “It’s our secret anthem. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Well,” Jenna said, “you should know it’s kind of a queer anthem.”

Steve blinked. “Wait. Since when?”

Robin sat up straighter. “What?”

Jenna smirked. “That song is a gay club staple. Which makes sense, since… y’know. You’re in a gay club.”

Steve choked on air.

“No way,” he said, looking around. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“You didn’t know?” Jenna raised an eyebrow. “I told Robin when we worked together. Or… she told me, kind of. It was obvious.”

Robin’s eyes widened. “I did?”

“You said something about liking girls. Like it was a casual thing. I figured you hadn’t told many people.”

Robin flushed. “I mean… yeah. That tracks.”

Jenna smiled at her, then turned to Steve. “I didn’t know about you.”

Steve sputtered. “There’s nothing to know!”

Jenna pointed toward the dance floor. “Tell that to the guy you were flirting with.”

“I wasn’t—! He bumped into me!”

“Three times,” Robin muttered, smirking. “And he was cute.”

Steve flushed red. “He was kind of cute.”

Mel reappeared just long enough to slip Robin a napkin with her number and a wink.

Robin stared at it. Folded it carefully.

They left sometime after 2 a.m., hoarse from shouting over music, feet aching, brains fuzzy. The drive home was quieter. The night had cracked something open — the kind of crack light gets through.

Steve had one hand on the wheel, the other drumming along to the tape deck humming low in the background. His eyes were on the road, but Robin knew he wasn’t here.

“Hey,” he said eventually. “That guy… at the club.”

Robin looked over. “Yeah?”

“He was definitely flirting with me.”

“I told you.”

Steve didn’t smile. Just stared ahead, thoughtful.

“I didn’t mind it.”

Robin blinked. Waited.

“I didn’t even notice at first,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t get it. But then I kinda did. And I didn’t… I wasn’t freaked out. I just thought, huh. That was nice.”

Robin rested her head against the window. “You don’t have to know what it means right now.”

He looked at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A beat passed. Then Steve smirked. “I mean, I am pretty.”

Robin groaned and slapped his arm. “God, don’t make me regret having a sincere moment with you.”

They laughed. The highway stretched out ahead of them. And behind them, somewhere in the city, Whitney was probably still playing.

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can i request a modern!eddie moodboard?

rip eddie munson you would've loved to make shirtless guitar thirst traps on tiktoks

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it’s been 1 year and there’s still just something about this dude idk

a redraw of my first eddie art :)

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Every Eddie Munson scene 24/?

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Every Eddie Munson scene 24/?

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I keep neglecting to post this because depression is a hell of a drug, but one of the biggest boosts up out of the dark I've gotten lately is from @otternil's fantastic work on this commission.

It shows a scene from my story Monsters that is particularly close to my heart, especially in this day and age. May we all have someone as ready and willing to throw down for justice as Eddie. And if you're looking for original fandom artwork, I highly recommend otternil for both his talent and his kindness.

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Fill for the @eddiemunsonbingo - A1 : Single Parent AU

I nearly asked for a swap for this prompt because kid related stuff gives me the ick, but then I had a flash of inspiration in the shape of nasty bat babies and now it’s my first completed fill for my card lol. Kas!Eddie is here for his 5000(++) children.

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due to popular demand, here's rockstar Eddie 🤲

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Eddie closes his eyes. There’s just silence inside. No plans, no soft hissing, no ideas, no song in his heart. His star eaters have gone dark. Only death. Only loss. Only the quiet agony of regret and guilt.

For @azrielgreen's Prism part 2 finale.

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Happy Father's day to Wayne Munson.

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PTV should do a covers album. I made a tentative tracklist and even made album art. Credit me, Dani Cali Designs, if you share or repost outside of here please. Also I want the guys to see this, so somehow we gotta get it to them.

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Yes. But also, as a writer, my longer stuff goes on wattpad and my shorter stuff goes here. Idk why, it just does.

Wattpad: danicalithegirl

“We’re in a fanfic drought” Tell the writers you like their work.

“All Tumblr ever does is write oneshots now” Tell the writers that you’d love to see them write longer things.

“Nobody updates their fics anymore” Tell the writers you love the fic and want to see more of it.

Tell the writers.

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help I’m still at the restaurant