byersbcy:

^{Damien is up ( you can follow him at @omcn )
     but he’s still under heavy construction !!}

^{Damien is up ( you can follow him at @omcn )
     but he’s still under heavy construction !!}

alycias-debnam:

@nattyiceofficial: Wow congrats @charlie.r.heaton on his new one man show Stranger Wings!! Sure gonna miss you s2 but happy you’re doing what you love 🙏🐦❤️ 

preciousjonathanbyers:

mood: jonathan byers

agnelino:

agnelino:

_{hello everybody!!    * blows party horn *   bella’s birthday is september 13th,  which is when this giveaway will end (11:59pm EST on september 13th, to be exact),  and so,  i have to make sure everybody knows about it and i’m doin this via a giveaway!!      i will be giving away ONE THEME BACKGROUND,  for first prize,  and ONE PROMO for a second prize. the winners will be randomized,  out of everyone who qualifies.   in order to be in the running,  you must ..} 

• _{be following me,} 
• _{reblog this post,} 
• _{reblog it before the end date.} 

_{and that’s all !!  examples of my graphics include:  (x) (x) (x)}

GUYS —-  i’m extending this by ONE DAY.   so,  tomorrow ( sept 14 ) at 11:59pm EST time,  this will be over.  so everyone feel free to jump on in ( but u only have one day ;))) )

^{dcputysheriff.}

^{Hopper slaps a hand over the thin curve of Jonathan’s shoulder, giving him a good SHAKE. Predictably, Jonathan’s body buckles under the gesture, like it’s gearing itself up for implosion, bones more suited to motherly touches and Will’s small hands than shoulder punches and paternal jostling. It never occurs to Hopper until AFTER he’s done it that Jonathan hasn’t been thoroughly conditioned for macho-affection— something passed down to Hopper from his father, the only point of reference when it comes to interacting with Jonathan. But he’s not trying to toughen Jonathan up, doesn’t WANT to— doesn’t see his gentleness and the careless way he can be so genuine as something that needs to be fixed. So in a split second decision, his grip softens around Jonathan’s shoulder, his hand sliding to the nape of his neck, thumb stroking down the column of his throat, but that feels—— he shifts away and flattens his palm over the dashboard instead, focusing on the vibrations from under the hood: something he can engage without fumbling.}

^{❝ When’s the last time you checked your transmission fluid? ❞} 

^{Jonathan immediately feels these tiny prickles of heat climb up his neck at Hopper’s touch. it makes him completely forget that he’d just been practically shaken to DEATH and it settles in the back of his mind, even more, when the touches soften. the heat rises all the way up to his cheeks and while knowing the effect Hop had on him won’t exactly be subtle, Jonathan tightens his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles getting paler as the blood dissipates.}

^{when Hopper removes that warmth he’s already gotten used to, he tries so hard not to show how he’s already craving for more. he keeps his eyes on the road, like he forces himself to do every time Hopper is in the car with him. it’s not his fault he likes him. Hopper’s been good to them, he’d helped out a lot, and Jonathan tended to lean towards the one’s he couldn’t have anyway. it was a heartbreaking cycle, but Jonathan couldn’t regret liking Hopper.}

    ^{❝  uh —  I-I don’t know, a while ? Lonnie didn’t teach me much about cars, and mom only had time to
       teach me the basics, you know ? but it’s cool, the guys at the mechanics are nice. it’s not too bad. ❞}

                         ^{there’s a pause before Jonathan tosses a confused glance over at Hop.} 

                    ^{❝ why ? is there something wrong with it ? I don’t get paid till later this week. ❞}

byersbcy:

                  ^{I’m a fan of Thumper.}

^{unseenmockingjay.}

@byersbcy

             ‘ ——- relax your shoulders. ’      she barked at him, not harshly but enough for her tone to echo somewhat in the forest around them. it was probably the fourth time she’d told him that but she remembered how long it took her properly hold a bow. one more time and she’d be tempted to drag his shoulders down herself. but she did raise her index finger to lower the aim of the arrow somewhat, he’d be aiming for the leaves no the cross edged in the bark of the tree before them.

                                    ^{☆ ⁞               ❝ guys like me weren’t meant to use bows, you know — ❞   eyes close on a short exhale, only to reopen seconds later. they’d been standing in that exact spot in that exact part of the woods for Lord knows how long. he supposed it wouldn’t be that bad if he could just do as was told.   ❝ they’re never relaxed. ❞   lips curl upwards in amusement at his own words, but with one glance at katniss, he’s back to being Mr. Serious. he did ask for this, but in his defense, she did make it look so damn easy. he clears his throat softly when her finger raises to correct something on the bow   ( something that he has no idea about )   and, once again, forces his shoulders to slump. ❝ sorry, sorry, relaxing. I can do this. ❞}