Yknow, I think Wednesday would be the type to be very taken when she is given a very earnest compliment

Like she's probably used to large displays of affection because of her parents. It's expected to hear her father wax poetry about her mother and every day, another huge gift left to discover

You'd think that with such loud gestures that Wednesday would build a tolerance

Until Enid looks at her one day and her face turns into this lovely shades of light blood red before she speaks.

"wow," she gasps and then her smile grows into a sight that sears into Wednesday's eyes. "you look absolutely gorgeous-" and the way Enid says it is quiet and shaky, but it's true.

It leaves Wednesday staring and then for the first time in forever, there's not just warmth in her chest but in her face too.

"thank you," is all Wednesday could afford too say.

Thinking about Nancy going to Emerson, freshly broken up with Jonathan and finally free from Hawkins and the streets that have never stopped haunting her, ready to leave it all behind, only to start feeling so incredibly lonely.

She makes new friends and a part of her loves it, loves how light and easy life can feel. But another part of her feels so goddamn isolated from them because they don't know, they don't understand, and she'll never be able to share anything with them about the experiences that have changed her whole life forever.

And then there are the nights. The nights when she lies alone in the dark. The nights when she goes out and has fun. The nights when she gets drunk. The nights when she's with her friends until her friends leave and she's still there, in some club or at some party or wherever the fuck she's trying to stop feeling lonely that night.

And then there'll be a body, – a person, but in essence no more than a body – there'll be eyes meeting hers from across a room and there'll be something to drown out the loneliness, someone who might be her future but who's probably just another escape.

And it always goes the same: they leave the party, stumble towards the closest bed, take each other's clothes off while Nancy has already forgotten the other person's name; and Nancy doesn't even know what she's craving but it sure as hell isn't this.

And when she lies there, underneath or on top of some person – some body – going through prescribed motions and wondering why it never stops feeling performative, she always ends up thinking about blue eyes. Blue eyes in a freckled face, a simple kohl line underneath them. Painted lips in a smile so radiant it manages to ignite something inside of Nancy that she thought was snuffed out forever.

It always comes back to Robin. Robin, who ended up going to college in Indianapolis because she is nothing like Nancy; Robin, who chose to stay close to Hawkins while all Nancy could do was run away. Robin, whose voice she still hears every week when they call, but who she hasn't seen in months. Robin, the only person she actually craves to wake up with. And she wonders what the hell she's even doing in Boston.

Ronance + text posts

i love nancy's s1 outfits.

just look at this. it's giving

there is literally no heterosexual explanation for the way these two look at each other like this may just be the most hopelessly devoted shit ive ever seen IN MY LIFE.

i saw this and couldn't get it out of my head, ty gayeddiemunson 🫡

Nancy's face goes through an expressive Journey™ during Robin's rant at Dr. Hatch and I love it.

She obviously starts out anxious and frustrated that she can't openly argue against Robin's unexpected new tactic.

Look at this face. This is the face of a quietly terrified woman who desperately wants to fix the situation, but no idea how.

But then Robin starts to get into the Petey McHew story and something starts to change.

The frustration has fled.

She's starting to see the heart and purpose of this rant. But still, that worry, is this the right way to do this? It's impressive, but could go so wrong.

Then there's this look. This right here is the real kicker.

This is the moment that Nancy fell just a little more in love with Robin.

It's before she knew if it worked. She's still nervous about that as you can see here.

That moment was not because Robin was successful, though Nancy was far more hopeful about that than previously. This moment is reminiscent of the last scene in the library when Robin challenged her idea further along, and Nancy stared at her in wonder. Yet another moment where Robin proves she is so much more than she first appears and Nancy is really starting to catch onto that fact.

In that moment, Nancy is just a little in awe, of the passion she is capable of pulling out of seemingly nowhere, of the genius of this move, of her. Robin makes her think, makes her question and reconsider, and open her mind to more possibilities, and you can see the growth of their relationship through a series of instances like these throughout the season.

requested <3

I love the way that Nancy kinda gloms onto Robin after the library scene. They don't show it on screen, but we're told that the two of them had been working together for hours by the next morning to come up with a way to talk to Victor Creel. They didn't even involve the rest until the idea was workable.

Then Steve questions why he's not involved. It says a lot of Nancy’s opinion on Robin at the time that she was clearly basing who she brought on her perception of their intelligence and she didn't seem to have any real doubts about bringing Robin. She knew Steve was no academic, but she also knew he had a kind of charisma that they could potentially use. Robin on the other hand, she's like she's smart, she's capable, she's not really looking presentable but she charming in her own way (it's Nancy’s miniature crush already showing itself).

s1 ronance rivals to lovers would just be this .

Queer four hangs 💙 prints

Guess who’s gonna have to basically work full-time hours while getting a doctorate to pay rent? Me, bitch. I hate it here, as in capitalism

The Addams Pack

Late night swimming lessons

enid: Wednesday is like a cat

Bianca: she purs when you scratch her? enid: she keeps bringing me dead animals.

Xavier: So what do you identify as?

Wednesday: A homicidal maniac

Xavier:

Wednesday:

Xavier: I meant your sexuality

Wednesday: Oh. Enid

in this town

(takes a long drag of a cigarette)

we crave what does not exist—what cannot exist! so we lie

(drops cigarette and grinds it under heel of boot)

so if you ever read up on a 1973 film that you cannot locate a copy of or

try to peruse the music of a certain european dance artist but find nothing… remember where you are. a city of liars.

Firearms of the second World War