#pompompistol

[melonalemonade]

imagine looking for a gf but you end up with two

[imgoom]

SAPPHIC POLYCULE MERMAIDS <3

[paintedpatroclus]

you take my breath away!

[dancinginthesapphicmoonlight]

Steve: Hey. Be safe.

Eddie: We will.

*Eddie and Chrissy leave*

Robin *mockingly* : Be safe.

Nancy *equally mockingly*: I’ll be so safe.

Vickie *joining in*: I’ll be safe for you.

Steve: I’m gonna kill you.

Robin: But how will that keep us safe?

[strawberrychrissy]

walked in and dream came trued it for you; soft skin and I perfumed it for you.

[86baybee]

Today I found out that Chrissy x Steve and Chrissy x Nancy exists, and it makes my heart so happy.

Chrissy is love, Chrissy is life.

[miwtual]

meet me in the pit, a wheelingham fic

— chapter two of three, now on ao3

Nancy returned the smile awkwardly, her nerves rising up her neck and to the spot behind her ears, “Hey, you ready?”

“I am. Are you?”

Absolutely not.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Steve stealing Eddie's emotional support lesbian (Chrissy) and Eddie complaining about it to some of the Hellfire guys.

Steve, Robin, and Chrissy would have sleepovers, but once Robin and Chrissy start dating, Steve is invited less often. (one day he stops by while they have a sleepover and Nancy answers the door. He finds out that Nancy had been coming to them for a while and that she, Chrissy and Robin were all dating

Steve and Eddie sit on Steve's couch together every time Robin and Chrissy (and Nancy but Eddie doesn't know yet) have sleepovers, wondering why emotional support lesbians need emotional support lesbians. (They can never figure it out, and then they get high)

[fastcardotmp3]

Chrissy is a tool, has always been a tool for someone else’s gain, has always been a pretty little trophy to put on a shelf, a conversation topic to drop at lunches with the other mothers or to the boys in the locker room. 

She’s not a pretty thing anymore, mutilated body buried six feet under, but maybe she doesn’t need to be for this new puppeteer. 

Bones set snapping a second time around, mind crawling back into the safety of a fused together skull, breath coming back in heaves and embalming fluid still cold in her veins. 

And she's alive again. 

The body remembers alive, remembers it means pain and fear and darkness, so this is certainly alive. 

Alive and six feet underground with her name on a placard awaiting a stone yet to be carved.

Alive but different.

kas!chrissy | wheelingham | rated M

read more on ao3

[californiaboytoybilly]

SLEUTHCHEER || CHRISSY X NANCY || ESCAPE

🤍 — one hundred days; one hundred ways to escape with you

[keerysquinn]

ship: Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler wc: 0.9k A/N: this one was suggested by @heroeddiemunson <3 consider this ball of fluff a gift for putting up with all of the angst I forced you to read in the last year lol

When Nancy first started dating her, she realized that there was more than meets the eye when it came to Chrissy Cunningham. She may have been one of the most popular girls in school, but there was so much about her that she kept safeguarded from the people who saw her everyday.

She loved heavy metal music and would headbang in the car if she wasn't the one driving. She was so quiet in groups, but when it was just the two of them, she had the quickest wit and the best sense of humor. She was deceptively strong from years at the bottom of the pyramid and catching fliers, and she was a fierce competitor in all forms of play fighting which made her easily able to pin her girlfriend and tickle her silly. She had to change the channel whenever there was a sad or hurt animal on the TV because she cried if she thought about animals in pain. She read everything she could get her hands on and hide from her mother, so she could talk about horror and fantasy and historical fiction for hours, and she had a book recommendation for every mood. She was the most fascinating girl that Nancy had ever met.

But the biggest thing that Nancy learned - and perhaps the least surprising thing of all - was that Chrissy loved glitter. She always signed her name in a different colored glitter gel pen because she thought those ones were the prettiest. She had a secret collection of glitter eyeshadows that she kept hidden and only wore to parties when she knew she was going to be sleeping over at someone else's house because her mother told her that only hookers wore glittery makeup. If she had to do a school project that required any sort of visual aid, she was going to include glitter lettering in some way.

“I just think things are the prettiest when they sparkle,” she'd said when Nancy asked her about her affinity for it.

Nancy couldn't deny that Chrissy's eyes popped just a little bit more when she wore her favorite silvery glitter eyeshadow, or that her lips looked extra-kissable when she wore this one specific shimmery pink lip gloss. She wasn't just the most fascinating girl she'd ever met - she was the most beautiful, and maybe that was because she sparkled, too.

So, when it came to choosing a Christmas gift for her, Nancy knew that it had to be something sparkly. That posed its own unique challenge of finding something Chrissy's mother wouldn't notice as a romantic gift from another girl but was still as heartfelt as she wanted it to be. When she arrived at Chrissy's house for their gift exchange, she just hoped she'd been successful.

“Mom! Nancy is here to study!” Chrissy called out as she pulled her girlfriend into the house. “We'll be up in my room if you need us!”

Chrissy practically pulled Nancy up the stairs, racing to get to her room. She knew this was because Chrissy couldn't really relax until they were safe behind her locked bedroom door. So, as soon as that lock clicked into place, Chrissy was placing a quick kiss on her girlfriend's lips before bouncing over to her desk to grab a gift box. She moved to kneel on her bed, sitting back on her ankles, and beamed over at Nancy.

“Someone's eager,” Nancy said as she took off her coat and moved to sit on the bed as well.

“I'm just excited for you to see your gift,” she said with what was maybe the largest smile Nancy had ever seen on her face. “I worked really hard on it.”

Nancy pulled a small wrapped box out of her bag and set it in front of Chrissy.

“You open yours first,” she said.

Chrissy made quick work of opening the package and inside was a pair of small, dangly heart-shaped earrings coated with sparkly red glitter. She immediately pulled them out of the packaging and ran over to her vanity to replace the simple gold hoops she'd been wearing with her gift.

“Maybe they're a little obvious, but I figured you could tell your mom that you bought them when we went to the mall last weekend if she says anything. I saw them and instantly thought of you, so I couldn't pass them up.”

“They're perfect. I love them.”

Chrissy climbed back on the bed and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend before sitting back on her heels again.

“Now, you open yours,” she urged as she slid the box closer to Nancy.

Nancy lifted the lid off of the box, and nestled in the tissue paper inside, she found a simple silver Christmas bauble. The focal point, however, was the heart made out of bright red glitter on the side.

“If anyone asks, you can say it represents the Tin Man because I know he's your favorite,” she said, staring down at her hands. “But I made it special for you. I gave you my heart a while ago, so I wanted you to have a physical representation of what's already yours.”

Nancy set the gift down so she could take Chrissy's hands in her own and give them a small squeeze. Chrissy looked up from their hands to see her girlfriend positively beaming.

“I love that our gifts match,” Nancy told her. “I love that you made your heart sparkle, and I love that your gift was homemade. And, most importantly, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

As Chrissy leaned in to kiss her again, Nancy noticed a stray bit of craft glitter reflecting the light on her cheek. That was her girlfriend. She sparkled.

[williamprattz]

thinking about the fact nancy WAS apart of the cheer squad like probably during her freshman/sophomore year maybe nancy and chrissy interacted 😭🥺

also nancy doing ‘meals on wheels’ makes my heart melt [again furthering the point that nancy isn’t an ‘uptight / classist / snob]

[dancinginthesapphicmoonlight]

Chrissy: I love you.

Nancy: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Chrissy and Nancy kiss passionately*

Vickie, to Robin: You owe me 20 dollars.

[murdock616]

#pompompistol

[stranger-themes-blog]

Weekly Schedule for Chrissy Month! 📣

Monday: Moodboard Monday

Mondays are for cute, aesthetic moodboards with themes that remind us of Chrissy

Tuesday: Trivia Tuesday

Fun facts about Chrissy and Grace Van Dien

Wednesday: Wingman Wednesday

Wednesdays we talk about all the Chrissy Ships

Thursday: Thoughtful Thursday

Thursdays we share positive thoughts about Chrissy's Character, and things that remind us of her

Friday: Fan Fiction Friday

We talk about Fan Fiction where Chrissy is a main or supporting character

You are welcome to participate in any days you'd like, with any positive Chrissy content you want.

Tag @stranger-themes-blog if you'd like reblogs

[miwtual]

meet me in the pit, a wheelingham fic

— chapter one of three, now on ao3

Steve put his hands up in surrender, now cornered between Robin and Nancy with what he now realized was a bad idea, “Okay, okay, alright, I get it. Jesus, I’m nothing if not filled with terrible ideas,”

“And we love you for it,” Robin put a hand on Steve’s back and sarcastically smiled. Steve shook his head at her, scrunching his face as he hopped off the counter.

“Anyway,” Steve tried to move the conversation along, “sorry we can’t go with you, Nance. I’m sure you’ll find someone to go with you, though,”

“Let’s hope I do.”