#musing; jonathan byers

[fangirlandtheories]

I have worked at Starbucks for over 2 years now and I make the chalkboard signs for my store. While searching for inspiration on Pinterest, I discovered that someone made a Stranger Things chalkboard designating different drinks to different characters. While the artwork was great, the drinks just didn't match according to my opinion so I wanted to make my own. Without further ado, a baristas guide to Stranger Things drinks:

- Steve Harrington: We're starting off with one of the more simple to order drinks. There's no mods or alternatives, just a pure, sweet drink. Steve is a Caramel Ribbon Crunch. He's layered and multifaceted the same way the drink has separate layers. He's sweet, sometimes too sweet for his own good, but he's cool as ice. Served drizzled and well topped (if you know what I mean 😉)

-Eddie Munson: My best friend Maya works with me and introduced me to this drink and I can't think of anything better for Eddie. You get a cup of lemonade, add some ice, pour a blonde espresso shot on top, and voila: The Cigarette Butt. It's got a sweetish smokey flavor, a little sour, a little weird. People either love it or hate it without giving it a try.

-Nancy Wheeler: I wanted to do something sensible for Nancy but something that would also be strong for a badass like Nancy. We often say that Iced Americanos are the hot girl drink so I knew I wanted it to be and Iced Americano. As for the extras, I wanted it to be blonde ristretto. Blonde Ristretto shots are the BEST kinda shots so it fits one of the best characters. As for cream: Almond Milk. She's giving lactose intolerant but in a "I prefer almond milk to soy milk" kinda way. She's not pretentious about it, but maybe a little.

-Robin Buckley: I was going back and forth with Robin. I had multiple ideas but narrowed it down to two. Number 1. Iced Vanilla Matcha with coconut milk OR Number 2. An Iced Chai with brown sugar syrup and oat milk. Either way, both scream Queer and Quirky. I also get a sort of library soft vibe from her. I'm picturing tans and old books, soft pastels, those kinda things. Arguably that's more a Nancy vibe as well but Robin is light academia and Nancy is dark.

- Jonathan Byers: This is a man that listens to good music and spends his day taking photographs and getting high. He's a sweater and slacks, a wallflower, the quiet calm in a chaotic storm. He's a London Fog, specifically with soy milk. Underappreciated and sometimes forgotten, this is a true pillar in every way. Teas have always been there and always will be, much like the steady reliability of Jonathan. The flavors are gentle and when paired with the vanilla it creates something complex and delightful.

- Argyle: This brochacho does NOT need coffee. He's bright and colorful, slightly overwhelming at times, but full of zest. When thinking of him, I wanted to choose the brightest, most colorful drink I could. He's a Mango Dragonfruit Lemonade with peach juice and pineapple pieces. This drink is the Starbucks ocean of flavor, but the pineapple comes freeze dried in a bag. Remember: Try before you deny.

- Hopper: I was going to leave this as just the Fruity Six, but I can't resist. Hopper is the McDonald's Dad. Hopper is a cup of black coffee.

[j-byers-photography]

This photo singlehandedly revived my Jancy muse after a slight hiatus SO if anyone wants to plot them, dm me 🫶

[ser-pendragon]

steve gets his top surgery in the summer between his junior and senior years of high school. gets everything scheduled for right at the beginning of summer, the week after school gets out for the break. he’s got his dad’s credit card and his recovery plan, he’s gonna rest up in his big empty house with nancy and robin, just like they’ve been planning for a year and a half.

until -

“steven harrington,” joyce byers looks shocked. it’s the night before his surgery date and he’s at the byers to spend the night with jonathan because joyce insisted last week that she be the one to drive him to and from surgery, and this thing with jonathan, this whole dating thing is still new and steve is still unused to being wanted like this, to the idea of having an actual family.

“you are not recovering from surgery alone in your house living off frozen dinosaur nuggets, you’re staying here.”

it brooks no argument. steve doesn’t know what to say, he’s tearing up, and joyce is giving him a look like he should’ve known better than to try anything else, and jonathan has an arm around steve’s shoulder and he pulls him closer and presses a kiss to steve’s temple and all steve can say is a soft “are you sure?”

and then

“yeah, okay,” when joyce softens and cards gentle fingers through steve’s hair and says, “of course i’m sure, steve. you always have a place here.”

[ttrkhb]

wip wednesday pt.2 bc I got a lot done today :))

[noxturnallyevermore]

I just spent way too long staring at zodiac signs and I still haven't come to any conclusions on what I headcanon everyone's signs to be

Thing is, I know nobody cares about zodiac signs anymore, I just wanted to come up with headcanon birthdays 😭😭😭

[hermitcreep]

🍃 Argyle would always let Jonathan have the first hit of a new bowl. Jonathan almost always coughed and Argyle thought that was really cute. 🍃

[fizzigigsimmer]

Having been a camp counselor I can confirm, we were all fucking. I mean not me specifically because I was a nerd. Also partly because I’m black, but this is not about the rude awakening to color prejudice I received in my early twenties when visiting small towns in the middle of nowhere USA. This is about how when you stick a bunch of youths in their late teens/early twenties out in the middle of the wilderness, they’re going to fuck. Purely for the entertainment. When I tell you that in a single rotation of campers (ours was two weeks) there would have been a will they wont they romance - that all the campers were inappropriately invested in - followed by a get together, a messy breakup, and a it was you standing beside me all along come to Jesus moment just in time for the parents to witness on pickup day, I kid you not. We were our own cable.

That being said The Strangers Things crew as Camp counselors. Whose banging who in the club house during campfire? Whose kids are late to everything and always losing track of their things? Whose cabins are in a cabin war that has gotten way out of hand because the Counselors have beef and are acting like overgrown kids? Which counselor pulled the short straw and has to put together the showcase for the parents? Whose got the bad kids who are always trying to sneak out and ask their counselor to sneak them beer? Which counselor actually does it? Whose the counselor whose always trying to preach about what a messed up guy he was before he hit rock bottom and found Jesus even though he’s like 19? 😂

[pcrfectstorms]

@usawfulfew​ gets a starter for Jonathan from eddie!

         There was something thrilling about gigs in the city, sure they didn’t pay much more than the gas money it took to get there and a few warm beers in the venue but getting out of  Hawkins for the night, and getting to play rock star to a crowd a little bigger than the five regular drunks at The Hideout was worth it, on stage he was all bravado and confidence. Eddie wasn’t just some freak who geeked out to fantasy games and J.R.R Tolkien novels,  in some ways he felt more like him on stage than he ever did, he loved putting on a performance, forever one for amateur dramatics to get the crowd hyped. 

          They’d played here a couple of times, it wasn’t a fancy place, an underground little dive bar that hosted local bands most weekends, there were a few faces in the crowd he recognised, the usual handful of fawning teen girls, but Eddie attention wasn’t on then,  instead he singles out a boy a stood near the back, light brown hair and dark brown eyes, oh he’d seen him before, he remembers that pretty face, and throws him a wink on stage just before their set ends.

          Spots him again later when he’s at the bar getting a drink, leaning back against the bar beer bottle in hand Eddie gives him a little nod, “Saw you here last time we played, you a fan, or you hoping to be a groupie, think you got some competition, but hey -- i don’t discriminate pretty boy.” Eddie smirks, a nod to the handful of girls that were giggling in  down the other end of the bar, cheshire-cat grin spreading across his features, he was a little buzzed from the two beers he’d downed for a little dutch courage before getting up on stage, plus he was nothing if not a flirt by nature. “do you play? -- guitar, I mean.”

[thechaosmuses]

“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.” (elie @ jonathan)

Jonathan looked up from his rolling tray where he was rolling another joint for the two of them to smoke to look over at Elie with a slight look of confusion on his face. “What?” He chuckled a bit, shaking his head at her. “I’m not totally sure that counts as a kink..” He told her, picking up the joint to lick the edge of the wrap and seal it closed. “If it does though, it’s one of mine too..” He said with a laugh, sparking up the joint and taking a hit before holding it out to her.

[moved-at-forthehonorandtheglory]

        Non-extravagant promo multi-muse feat. Jonathan Byers, Eleven & Jim Hopper from Stranger things.  

[j-byers-photography]

No thoughts, just girl dad Jonathan Byers ™️

[ser-pendragon]

okay high key, not sure why i never was brave enough to talk about stonathan but it was legit one of my first ships in stranger things, before billy ever showed up

they’re just so soft and sweet to me and there’s not a lot of angst at all and like the thought of steve having a home at the byers’ house is so important to me, joyce LOVES steve

and like, jonathan and steve are a ship where like they give each other the space to let go and let themselves be taken care of, they remind each other that they don’t have to light themselves on fire just to keep everyone else warm, it’s okay to need things and to not be okay, it’s okay to need support

[wrappedupinlight]

@solarsought​ asked: ❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞ (argyle for Jonathan)

it’s when jonathan passes the bowl to argyle that he even sees what his friend’s talking about: a glaringly sharp indent in his palm that stares back at him. that he couldn't forget even if he wanted to. some days he can still feel phantom pains from the slice. crystal clear memories of his and nancy’s blood dripping down onto the carpet... looking like they were preforming some satanic bonding ritual in the middle of his goddamn living room.

insane as it was, for as crazy as that week’s made his life now... for as flipped as it’s made everything-- he can’t bring himself to regret it. even when he was scared, and worried that the distance might be too much for the two of them; he’d look down, and it would all come flooding back to him to remind him what’s important.

takes all of jonathan’s willpower not to choke up on the spot from the implication it brings. “it’s, kind of a long story,” but he does tell it. warns that it might kill their buzz and tries his best to explain the gist without getting into the nitty gritty more than he needs to. and it’s... harder than he expects, getting swept up in the memories,

“--so she uh, had this whole thought-out plan to lead it to us and, well. we needed blood, so we,” he does a cutting motion across his hand like that’s all the explanation someone needs, “enough to set the trap.” now, was it the smartest idea to tell argyle all this with their track record? probably not, but he respected his friend way too much to sugar coat it either. “and... yeah, i guess that’s it. so now we’ve got these like, fucked up conversation pieces? yeah,” he huffs out a laugh, peering down at his palm again with this soft sort of reverence. ( considers it a constant tie to nancy that can’t be severed with time or distance or whatever. ) 

“... that was a lot, huh--”

[entitytaken]

@entitytcken asked:  ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . {Barb to Jonathan}

Jonathan wasn’t sure how Barb found him, considering he was sitting in the darkened boy’s bathroom, but she had. Could she hear him out in the hall? However she found him, she would be able to see him pressed against the wall of the far stall, gripping at his chest as he tried to stop the rising panic that consumed him. It was getting so hard to breathe, his breath coming in short shallow gasps as he hyperventilated. He just had to get it under control.

[vhstm]

tag dump below ( in tag list && below cut for easy softblock )

—    everything   was   blue  ;  his   pills,   his   eyes,   his   jeans.   {    eddie   munson.    }

—    well   acquainted   with   villains   that   live   in   my   bed.   {    billy   hargrove.    }

—    i   know   you   love   it   when   the   hairpins   start   to   fall.   {    steve   harrington.    }

—    now   my   mascara   runnin’,   red   lipstick   smudged.   {    musings.    }

—     my   heart   is   way   too   frozen   to   be   broken.   {    aesthetic.    }

—     in   the   night   she’s   dancing   to   relieve   the   pain.   {    visage.    }

—     in   the   night   she’s   dancing   to   relieve   the   pain.   {    el   hopper.    }

—    plastic   smiles   and   denial   can   only   take   you   so   far.   {    chrissy   cunningham.    }

—    i   get   so   wrapped   up   in   a   world   where   nothing’s   as   it   seems.   {    dustin   henderson.    }

—    being   and   feeling   alone   was   too   much   to   face.   {    will   byers.    }

—     you’re   ripped   at   every   edge   but   you’re   a   masterpiece.   {    nancy   wheeler.    }

—     life   is   stranger   than   my   dreams.   {    max   mayfield.    }

—     melodies   and   memories   ;   stories   that   sound   absurd.   {    playlist.    }

—    i’ve   been   living   in   the   state   of   dreaming   ;   living   in   a   make   believe   land.   {    queue.    }

—     my   dreams   are   my   wings.   {    ooc.    }

—    you   look   like   you’ve   been   for   breakfast   at   the   heartbreak   hotel.   {    jonathan   byers.    }

—     all   the   sadness   inside   me   melted   away   like   i   was   free.   {    wishlist.    }

—     my   demons   are   begging   me   to   open   up   my   mouth.    {    hc.    }

—     she   floats   above   the   city   lights.   {    self   promo.    }

[hermitcreep]

🍁 Jonathan and Argyle make pizza together at least once a week at home. Jonathan loved watching Argyle's eyes light up with passion as he worked on the pie, Jonathan getting so lost on that happy expression that he would knock over tomato sauce, Jonathan blushing as Argyle cheerily told him it was 'totally okay'. 🍁