moggettt asked: Hey!! For art suggestions, possibly a Mike Chilton? Love that burner boi;; (I've been listening to Underdog by Kasabian and it has big motorcity vibes 🔥)
Yes!!!! Ah! My boy!!!!!! I saw a clip from Motorcity again the other day and it was Mike just cheerfully hopping backwards out of a window many stories up apparently just on the cheerful assurance that he'd figure something out on the way down, and. I love this fucking doofus. What a good main character lmao
Scrapbook pages with photos of early Queen (c. 1970-1971) featuring their first bassist Mike Grose, their second bassist Barry Mitchell, and roadie John Harris, from Queen: Magic Years - A Visual Anthology, vol. 1 (1987). (X)
chapter 10 of our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories is up! welcome to post-erathia nancy angst:
She sighs and drops her bags at the foot of the stairs. “Welcome home, Nancy.”
“Maybe they forgot you existed,” sneers Mike.
“Stop being dramatic.”
“No one’s heard from you in two months.”
“I called.”
“Yeah. Once.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because when you’re not around Mom complains to me about it.”
Nancy rolls her eyes, grabs her bags again, and heads up the stairs. She hears Mike huff and stomp off to the kitchen, but he doesn’t try to talk to her again for the rest of the night.
Will Byers and Noah Schnapp making simultaneous marks in media history—not just LGBTQ media but media itself—is something my heart warms over every time I think about it.
Honestly, Mike Wheeler and Finn Wolfhard’s portrayal of Mike too. Mike and Will both are game-changers. It’s all a game-changer!
(Will add that even though Mike has not been explicitly confirmed queer yet, I’m mentioning him solely due to the severe amount of indication there is. Right now, I believe he’s queer history in the making.)
" you FUCKING heard me. " spitting venom, the both of them. swinging wide and low, aiming for whatever they can. they are supposed to be friends. co-workers at minimum. humans at base. they shouldn't talk to one another like this. but trauma has its claws dug deep. YOUR FATHER IS ALIVE, MICHAEL, AND I KNOW WHAT HE DID, AND I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO YOURSELF IN HIS NAME.
there is a beat. a half-formed apology crawls up her throat. the choice is either to let it out or to swallow it. surrender or choke. she doesn't like yelling. she knows michael doesn't fare well with loud noises. they're both in the wrong here.
a breath instead. not quite a sigh, but hefty - in, then out, slow. steadying. one more time, from the top.
" i... know what's going on. " it is much gentler. almost apologetic. her open hands and her soft eyes. the invisible string wrapped around her very name. they are all she has. but there is a certain heat that remains. the power of knowledge. " with you. " a small wave to his general direction. " what's got you... like this. " she's actually kind of struggling to find the right words. she never thought she'd get this far on this hairbrained quest of hers. meeting the son of the unholy spirit. who is permanently cast is a violet shadow, who reeks, who rots. maybe she just can't believe it took her this long to notice it all.
" what happened. " is it a question ? a statement ? she is particularly aware, of the weight that knowledge she carries, knows it much be as much of a burden on his sloped shoulders as well.
this is a hand reaching into the dark. this is a cry for help. this is hoping to reach in time.
Scene from the fic "Dissatisfaction Brought It Back" by Clai on Ao3. I'm still in the middle of reading it, but I had to draw this scene when I came to it.
i read deep blue in like 2 days and this scene was the highlight (plus benton’s next scene when his mind is overtaken by evil and he can’t remember why he saved yates lol 🫠)
(plus the actual full dialogue from the book for a little more context)
@monmuses asked : 008. the back row of an empty movie theater .
𝗔 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘. the theater that was never really completed. vanessa remembered the plans. an 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕 passing around popcorn, 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. instead, it was a ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ, ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ room of seats surrounding a large screen. ❝ i can’t ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ you chose to 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 here, ❞ with her 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 pressed back against the seat, she laughed. ❝ do you have a ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʷⁱˢʰ? ❞ she had a 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 to return. 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠. the life that was 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 too soon. vanessa sat up, 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 along the way. 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝘢𝘯𝘥 ˢᵘˢᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ; if she didn’t take a visit to fazbear’s then she would go ʎzɐɹɔ ɹıʇs.