hi mr. flanagan sir, long time, first time; I noticed when watching the midnight club that spencer's self insert character in the VCR story specifically mentions drinking natty bohs, despite spencer seemingly being from the PNW area the show is set in. I know you're a towson alum, was this an easter egg you/another marylander on the writing staff purposefully included or was it just a funny coincidence
Oh yeah, that is all from my college days at Towson.
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This has to be one of my most favorite pictures of Joe. I mean just look at it!
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I know that the costume dept probably had Max wearing the green scrunchie to show her connection to Chrissy and what was happening to both of them. Everything she’s wearing is in shades of blue so why green? But in my head its Max’s way, even through all her isolation and depression, of making the small effort to support Lucas by wearing the school green on the day of his big game.
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My new Stranger Things Hawkins High Crossbody Bag from Loungefly arrived! 🤩
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yaknow its hard as hell being a clemson fan and having to witness the asskicking lsu laid out on them in the championship in 2020
i remember talking shit and yelling at the tv until my throat hurt and was pissy and snapping at everyone for the rest of the week
go tigers
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Prompt 95
Captain Marvel, new Den-Mother (despite the fact he himself is a child even if the league isn’t aware of that fact) for the Young Justice team blinks. Klarion, so-called chaos lord, blinks back in the middle of a spell.
He tilts his head. The other baby realms-being mirrors him. His own magic-fueled core pulses, and a chaos-core vibrates back. Oh. Ah. So that’s what’s happening.
“They can’t play right now,” he explains to the barely-younger ancient-in-training, ignoring the team’s incredulous looks at his words with the practice of someone who had to deal with the voices of gods all the time.
And Batman’s narrowing eyes. Scary.
The chaos-core thrums in a distinct pouting-sensation, alongside a whine unique to young ghostlings. A whine that he replied with, even if only they could hear. Come play later, busy now, he insisted again, even if Klarion’s pouting was turning visible before it shifted to a scowl.
“Fiiine…” And then the chaosling was gone, his familiar with him. Billy really wished he could join in disappearing, seeing the info-hungry look in the others’ eyes.
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