Chapter Four | The Coming of Will Byers
Summary:
Dustin gives him another exasperated look. “For the last time, I told you that I’ve been thinking about this for a while, okay? Admit it. It’s a viable plan, and it might end up helping us. You’re just being protective.”
“Uh, yeah, no shit,” Mike snaps. “And I wonder why that is! Oh yeah! Because this plan is dangerous and traumatizing and all around fucked up! Great plan, Dustin.”
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With time running out before One’s inevitable attack on Hawkins, Mike and the other members of the Party go searching for answers and ways to gain an advantage in the war, before finding them in an unlikely source: Will.
will byers main character energy WHEN?!?
okay, yeah i couldn’t resist lmao. i know i just posted a new chapter, but i’ve moved onto writing chapter 9 today, so... here’s chapter 4, my friends. get ready for some major will byers main character energy and also the return of protective mike wheeler!!!
there’s a post i made a while back about one of my hopes and dreams for will in s5, and well... i decided to make it reality in my little fic because why not??? :) i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!
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All I have to say about tonight's episodes is that I deserve a new Frenchie song RIGHT GODDAMN NOW
I have been waiting oh so very long, looking forward to my little guy's delightful little jams, and now that The Revenge isn't just the most depressing boat sailing across the Caribbean, he better put that fucking lute in his hands and get to work.
I need a new sprightly little pirate song to play when I need a dopamine hit. Please, Frenchie, have mercy on me.
Please, David Jenkins and Joel Fry, have mercy on me.
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today was an absolute shit show someone please send me your happy tbosas headcanons
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The first chapter of purify our misfit ways is now up on AO3, encompassing almost all the content posted to tumblr.
I’ve edited and expanded it a bit more heavily than usual, because I wrote a lot of the first draft while exhausted and miserably sipping an overpriced smoothie while killing six hours in my least favorite airport. Still sort of trying to figure out what I’m doing with this fic, so I may go back and edit it further, but I think it’s hit some kind of minimum threshold of acceptability and I basically wanted to overwrite the tumblr draft.
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We went to the park for the first time in forever. Pip romped and played like she used to. I watched her like a hawk but no missteps and no wrestling. It was so nice to see her so joyful. I think we will be coming back while we have nice weather and the ground is soft enough for good footing.
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so stressing out for our game tomorrow today I can't even sleep not joking I'M STRESSED OUT
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sometimes joy is watching two brits play virutal golf or having K.K. Slider perform a song you like or finding reginald the archaeopteryx or finishing your turnip graph and getting to see that fluctuating is objectively the best pattern to look at because look at this fucker
it's got a whole-ass kingda ka drop look that that shit i fucking love graphs i love DJ K.K.'s live version i love reginald and i love feeling So Oasis Right Now
idk i don't feel all the way better by any stretch of the imagination. but accumulating little things that being joy just. idk. i feel safer than i have all day just for that. again, not all the way better but not on the fucking tipping point of crisis
in other words i think i just understood distress tolerance
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