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Here's how 'let's start a new party, you and me' will be in the fourth episode
thinking abt how next season there will be a real, canon reaction from Mike regarding wills love for him
two smalltown boys
in honour of stranger things halfway through filming the last season and it being my masters graduation today Iâm bringing back the byler . Iâve been a st fanartist and a bylerhead for 3 years and itâs been a journey!
Fem byler to feed you all while I cook up some new stranger things content xoxo
đat least out loud, i wont say im in loveđ
will is mike's wife
Finn Wolfhard as Mike Wheeler
Stranger Things: 4.08. Papa
Bylerween 2023 âą Day 6 âą Supernatural Creatures
once a month, after a full moon, mike risks the morning sun to comfort a guilt-wracked will with cheerful tales of his own atrocities (trying to flirt)
old doodle that i planned to finish but i never did lmao byler are so absolutely That Fucking Couple everywhere
Charging to battle
Based on a theory @taeiris and I were brewing:
Will eventually replaces Vecna hanging from the tentacle vines, and now has control over all the UD creatures including the Mindflayer. He uses all his strength, ordering them to charge after evilâ ending in Vecnaâs ultimate doom.
merry halloween these two losers infected my brain again n the nightmare bf christmas au forced my unwilling hand to finish thisđ«Ą
(n evryone say ty to @miwism for the big brained idea im simply the humble messengerđ«¶)
Byler hands?
ps: I have the headcanon that Will lives with his hands stained with ink, because I live with my hands stained with ink so he will too.
watched the 101 dalmatians for the first time so i drew Them.
where's tony n joe when u need them to serve spaghetti on this lovely bella notte
let the light in
I really disagree with the idea that Will would be ok with liking boys if he didn't love Mike and that Mike would be ok with loving Will if he wasn't a boy. Maybe it's a snappy sounding post but it's also just...not true? Acting like Mike is The Oneâą with internalised homophobia and that Will is completely chill with his sexuality completely goes against canon.
Did you guys forget the bullying and abuse Will experienced because people thought he was gay? The van scene? Canonically, the only thing stopping Will from feeling like a mistake is the fact that he loves Mike. Because Mike makes him feel like he's not a mistake. He makes Will feel like he's better for being different. If being gay is be unnatural and bad, how can his love for Mike be so beautiful?
Will is becoming ok with his sexuality because he loves Mike, not in spite of it.
hear me out.
(also - before anyone comes at me for sexualizing minors - i'm not saying i want an explicit sex scene. i don't! something like jancy's s2 fade to black would be more than enough for me.)
now back to the point:
will has heard his whole life how being gay is this disgusting, dirty, vile thing - from his father & from bullies at school. likely other adults around the town, as well, considering we hear troy referencing what his dad said about will being killed by "some other queer" in season 1. not to mention this story is set in the midst of the aids epidemic. i mean, he's from a small town in bumfuck indiana, he's no doubt heard his share of casual and overt homophobia throughout the years. (and then there's the alan turing poster in s4...) long story short, he's only heard negative things about being gay. about loving other boys and wanting other boys and desiring other boys.
but then there's mike. his best friend. the one person that makes him feel like he's not a mistake for being different. for being gay.
mike & will having sex, being intimate and together in a way will was always taught was gross and wrong, and learning that it isn't any of those things - will learning that loving mike and wanting mike and desiring mike is beautiful, and wonderful, and right - and having mike want him back, desire him back, learning that it's okay, it's good, continuing that arc of mike making him feel like he's not a mistake, that he's better for being different because he gets to have this with mike - he deserves that moment, i think. and mike does, too.
I still can't believe I managed to complete this edit of mine on Byler, but I'm very proud of it. I know it's not perfect on some points but I'm still proud đ€
just saw a video of a bunny throwing a tantrum and thumping ground with little sulky foot stomps⊠will
mike canât stop staring.
will bruised like a peach; he always had. every spill off his bike, every knock against fences and trees, every wrestling match over the remote, every sleepless night â would bloom out over his skin in stages of black and blue and yellow and green.
but this-
theyâre here, sitting in the back of the pizza van as it carries them to their destination, the calm before the storm, and mike canât stop staring. at some point the sleeve of willâs shirt had torn at the seam where arm met shoulder, the excess material hanging off and down to his elbow, baring skin seldom seen these days, where will seemed to be gravitating towards long-sleeved button-ups and away from regular tees.
it was this skin that captured mikeâs attention, and for once itâs not for the pale, smooth skin itself. there are bruises marring that skin, bruises forming a pattern that is both familiar and infuriating. âdoes it hurt?â he asks, hushed and quiet in the relative silence of the van. when will looks away from the window, brows creased in confusion, he gestures to willâs arm. âyou have⊠bruises,â he explains, hating the recognition in willâs eyes that wars with resignation, âwhere that dickhead grabbed you.â
willâs other hand comes up to tug the material aside, and suddenly mike can see all of it, the fingertip-shaped spots that are already black and blue and hints of a deep purple, stark against skin that hasnât seen sunlight in months. willâs hand shifts and the pad of his index finger unconsciously settles directly overtop one of the bruises. mike feels like throwing up. âoh. it doesnât hurt, just kind of⊠aches,â will admits. he smooths the cotton back into place and somehow itâs worse now, worse now that itâs hidden from view but mike knows theyâre there, just beneath the surface.
without thinking it through, he reaches out to touch, and they both still when his hand grazes willâs sleeve. swallowing thickly, he drags it along the length of willâs arm, going at a near glacial pace as they both watch its progress silently. once it reaches the spot just below the beginning of the bruising, it stops there, hovering a bit before slowly, softly flattening against the fabric of his sleeve, curving around the bend of his elbow.
into the blanketed silence, mikeâs quiet words sound like a shout. âyou sure? i could⊠kiss it better.â