#experiment S-80

[peeptheaesthetic]

I'm watching Blood-C rn, will update how it goes.

[retro-anime-collector]

[possible-streetwear]

Eva O

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

Ok, so like hear me out

The party post-upsidedown

-They move into a house together after to go to to school and just try to lead normal lives

- Max vies to become a paraylympic skate-boarder

- El decides she wants to be an art teacher for elementary school and picks up her education in stride

- Will majors in art and Mike in language arts. They start writing a comic book together based loosely on the events of the upsideown

- Lucas gets a basketball scholarship and plays professionally

- Dustin majors in science (bio) and becomes a biologist

- Erica follows them later and double majors in politics and Math (becoming a politician)

- Suzi ends up in some prestigious collage and gets a computer science degree (Prolly makes some funky computer system)

- They all end up famous in some way, accept El (who prefers it that way)

Like you can not tell me they wouldn’t go on to do great things.

They may have scars but they’re all so smart or athletic they would still do so many cool things.

Like imagine an interview in 2024 (when they would all be around 53?) with them all talking about how they’ve been friends from elementary/middle school and went through some shit together so they’re all rlly close still.

Everyone pokes about what they went through and they all make up the randomist scenarios (that are actually kinda close to the truth, but no one knows that)

“Oh we’ve been close ever since we survived vecnas curse together” (everyone thinks they’re talking about dnd)

“It’s actually how I got this cool scar, we got attacked by like fifty killer dogs”

“I stoped listening to music one day and, Bam, I’m dead for like 5 minutes.”

“Funny story, I got kidnapped my an inter dimensional demon and they saved me like 4 times.”

“Have you ever been possessed?”

But the government can’t do anything about it bc no one actually ever believes them (accept the chronicley online conspiracy theorists)

[eightiesfan]

I really dig Jeff Victor art

[remembertheplunge]

[terrence-silver]

I just finished season five of Cobra Kai and saw what happened to Terry :( could we have some post season five beloved and Terry fluff? This ending needs some fixing

---

He wakes up on a familiar set of laid out silk sheets.

In his bed.

Glendower Avenue. Beverly Hills.

Terry Silver had the most peculiarly innate, complicated and nonsensical dream vivid even now, lingering, with the sun peeking through the heavy brocade curtains Milos promptly opens with his usual, curt 'Good Morning, Mr. Silver. You've a call from Hong Kong scheduled at eight. Which robe would you like this morning?' --- a usual, well-rehersed ritual. He had a genuine nightmare, he'd dare even say, for accuracy's sake, and even though Terry trained himself not to be affected or controlled by such things after the war through sheer discipline, this was one was something else; John has betrayed him. Terry betrayed him right back. The cops got involved. They didn't talk for thirty years previously --- too much bad blood between them appearantly. What the fuck did that even mean? Dynatox was more or less defunct and obsolete? His...life's work. Terry was miserably involved and equally uninvolved with Gwyneth Paltrow's more annoying cousin in a passionless arrangement and a peanut gallery of equally fucked up, stifling individuals and he became someone else due to it. He sold this house. Why did he sell this house and move out to Malibu? Where were Snake and Dennis? His old staff? Cobra Kai ceased to be for decades, and then it came back and ceased to be again. That Lawrence schmuck an obstacle at every turn, for some reason. Mike Barnes the narcoleptic furniture salesman. Someone called Sensei Joe. Someone who reminded him of Lady Snowblood from that crap movie he saw during his trip to Japan back in the 70's. The Larusso kid was a car salesman who crane kicked him into a glass trophy stand. Who the fuck is Stingray?

He should really lay off the champagne.

Or at least, have Margaret order him a batch of something of even grander quality.

Something that doesn't induce, well --- that shit.

-"My usual pintstripe."- He clarifies on his choice of bathrobe and then continues, slightly stiff, loathing the sensation of being quite so affected; -"Milos. What year is it?"-

He sits up in his bed and he genuinely has to ask, because that --- living hallucination, psychedelic nighttime trance, vision, coke fuelled high or whatever the fucking bullshit that was --- it felt real. Too real. Tangible enough to touch and sense under his fingertips like pulsating flesh. More real than any dream about Vietnam he could ever hope to have even years later. Ending in him led away in the back of a police car like a common criminal. And then he bolted awake. No longer gray and old and so decrepit and lost. -"1985, sir. June 25th."- Milos clarifies, removing the silk peignoir from the closet on it's silver hanger and rolling over his hand, waiting to help him drape himself into once he was ready to get up, being ever so professional in his attentions towards him as Terry adorned himself with the barrage of rings and his gold Rolex neatly placed on the night table, checking for time, trying to distract himself from the reeling, haunting sensation he felt, covered in cold sweat even as he slept entirely in the nude; something his staff was accustomed to by now. -"Are you alright, sir?"- Milos has to ask as Terry gets up, bolting off from the California king-size mattress and covers his nudity in satin, tying the sash around his waist, shaking himself off, cracking his shoulders and neck to get circulation back into his body. He needed to get to exercising right away and de-stress. That's it. Kick some air. Some of his sparring partners, preferably, determined to get himself back into gear and...shake this feeling of dread off.

Some Freddy Krueger bullshit this was.

-"No, I'm not fucking alright!"- Terry seethes, hissing, displeased and not making an effort to conceal it, sauntering towards his master bedroom's door in wide strides, affixing his gelled down hair into a state of order, Milos following his every step diligently. -"Have this bed thrown out and order a new one! I haven't slept well. I want it out by time I come back! Or better yet --- now!"- Terry halts, speaking firmly and feeling like himself again when he was out giving orders, pointing a bejewelled index finger back towards where he had the unfortunate...whatever...and Mr. Dadok nods with a prompt 'Yes, sir.' Fact is, everything that provided him with a nightmare where he and John fell out didn't deserve to exist. Should be burned on Sunset Boulevard like a witch. Terry slams the bedroom door and angrily huffs down the brutalist brick foyer, grand and intimidating, just like he liked and remembered it...just yesterday. He must've slept deep. Deep like the dead. Felt, subjectively, like he was gone for years. He wasn't. He was just smoking a Cohiba in his jacuzzi yesterday.

-"Mrs. Silver is in the dining hall, waiting for you to join her for breakfast."-

Following suit behind him, Milos alerts him of you.

Another thing clicks into place.

And relief. There's relief. Sense. Order. You.

Terry Silvers hastens his speed until he can barely be kept up with.

He needs to see you. Assure that you're real. Not illusory.

He needs to call Johnny too.

---

(I can do you one better --- far better; The entirety of Cobra Kai as a show was merely a bad dream Terry Silver had.)

[szonikuscsavarhuzo]

Egyik kedvenc videóm a 80-as évekből. Modern Talking, a szovjet vasak afganisztánban, bruce lee meg adidas matrica a btr-ben. Egészen csodálatos egyveleg.

Afgan: the soviet experience dokufilmből (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt3608008/)

[graciousdragon]

what the fuck i just got a 30+ minute long ad on youtube that's just. an entire episode of peppa pig????

[daminini]

nyu is so ass and its beyond me that ppl want to go there

[possible-streetwear]

Eva O

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Some favorite metal albums - Thrash Metal

[ihavenoideahowtodream]

Indiana needs a permission slip from the following people's parents:

Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr

Cpt. Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Peirce, US Army

Cpt. "Trapper", US Army

Mjr. Margaret "Hotlips" Houlihan, US Army

Pvt. "Raidar" O'Reilly, US Army

Every Top Gun Character

Darth Vader, Galactic Empire

Darth Sidus, Galatic Empire

Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi, Crazy Old Wizard

Most of the Goonies Characters

Every Marvel Character Ever

Joseph Biden, POTUS

[gaycityrollers]

really don’t like how i’ll be forced to watch teen wolf 1985 soon because of this mjf fixation i have rn

[indigodawns]

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[shannaraisles]

Apparently this needs to be said again.

The experience of oppression/racism in the United States of America is not the only experience of oppression/racism in the world. There are nuances in other countries that you cannot grasp, just as I cannot fully grasp the experiences you are having.

No one owes you the full recounting of their own experience to justify an artistic choice. If you don't like something, that does not give you the right to make a public comment drawing attention to it in such a way as will draw the ire of those "fans" who like to go looking for people to pile in on.

People are flawed, and surprisingly enough, that means that their fictional creations are also flawed. If the character you are reading isn't absolutely perfect in every way, that's a good thing.

But the main thing, my lovelies, is that your experience is not the universal experience, and your reaction to a piece of art is not the universal reaction to it. Please stop trying to tell artists of all mediums to conform to your narrow world view.

We would all be so much poorer without the diversity of global culture and experience available to us, shown through the lens of that same diversity.