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catharusustulatus · 5 months
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I just love how Steve Harrington was supposed to be killed off after a couple of episodes but Joe Keery was so charming and so likable they rewrote the whole season and show to keep him alive like he really Darren Criss’d it. He is that bitch. He gave the Duffers the ol razzle dazzle and now he IS the show for most normies. My uncle who has never watched ST and doesn’t even have Netflix loves Steve on vibes alone. The people’s prince.
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3liza · 1 year
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i have another pet tip, for all pets not just dogs: take them to the vet young and/or soon after you adopt them, BEFORE something is wrong with them. either book a basic wellness appt for checks (no shots or procedures) or just ask the vet if it's ok if you drop by with the pet either on leash or in a carrier and just get as far as the waiting room or outside the clinic if they're still doing COVID airlock protocols or busy. plan for this to take several hours. let the pet approach the vet office entrance and hear/see/smell the waiting room, windows into the room, the door, all the spots around the door, etc. engage positively with them if they're feeling interested, soothe them if they're nervous, and give high value treats if possible. maybe assign a super S tier treat JUST for the vet (bacon, shrimp, stinkiest cheese, whatever). feeding them can short circuit their anxiety loops (not all the time for every animal, but as a general guideline). even a single positive exposure to the vet office environment will help next time you bring them in. a treat jackpot for every time they act brave and explore further is a great technique
vet visits aren't just more pleasant when the pet is not freaking out, they're safer for the vet and safer for the pet, not just because animals injure themselves and humans when scared, but also because it's a lot harder to examine a panicky cat or aggressive dog. if your pet is sick and you bring it to the vet and the vet needs four techs just to restrain it to take a temperature, that vet is not going to be able to get a good observation of the symptoms. they won't be able to get a baseline blood pressure or heart rate. panic alone can kill small animals like rabbits and birds.
when you meet the nurse or tech or vet at an appointment, pass them some of the special treats and ask them to feed some to the animal if the animal is willing to take them and it doesn't interfere with the appointment. vets are usually able to spare a couple seconds to do this to make the visit easier and the next visit even easier. i did this for my dog and he thinks the vets are his best friends even though he's had multiple surgeries, vaccinations, exams where he was nervous or uncomfortable, etc.
not all animals can be acclimated to the vet but most can. in an emergency it can make a huge difference whether your pet is a behavior case when you bring them in to the office or not, which is not the vet's fault but a factor of animal behavior. you can plan for it and make it easier on yourself!
edit: buying a muzzle in your dog's size and getting him used to it is an even bigger bonus tip. vets will love you for this. even good dogs sometimes need a muzzle. pain and fear do weird things to animal behavior
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My dad's lack of media comprehension serves as a fascinating litmus test for gay subtext. He "didn't pick up on any gay breadcrumbs" between Stede and Ed until the moment they kissed, but he knew that Will Byers was gay just from "it's not my fault you don't like girls" in series 3. It took him way too long to realise that there was something fruity going on in Killing Eve, but he fully believed that Sherlock and John ended up together
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chirpsythismorning · 10 months
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This is everything the Stranger Things writers have posted publicly about the WGA strike:
TIMELINE
May 3rd:
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Stranger Things writer Caitlin Schneiderhan tweets picture from personal Twitter account of sign from the strike that reads 'Pay us or Steve Harrington is toast'
May 6th:
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Official Stranger Writers Twitter account makes post on behalf of the Duffers Brothers. They have since pinned this tweet to their profile. "Duffers here. Writing does not stop when filming begins. While we're excited to start production with our amazing cast and crew, it is not possible during this strike. We hope a fair deal is reached soon so we can all get back to work. Until then -- over and out. #wgastrong
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May 12th:
Stranger Things writer Kate Trefry posts picture from personal Tumblr account of sign that reads, 'Byler won’t write itself'
As far as I know, the two writers that posted on their personal socials are the only writers from ST that even have personal accounts that are public, whereas the rest of the writers do not.
What does make me take a pause though, is that, while yes they did post these pictures from their personal accounts, which is about as official as it gets, they also cryptically did not include themselves in said pictures...
This just got me thinking about how Stranger Things is quite literally Netflix and vise versa. They are practically one in the same, where one without the other just doesn't make sense.
While this conflict of interest might run deep for many writers out there fearing to speak out against their employer, for us, the consumers, the fans, we as a collective have so much more power than we realize.
In contrast to the writers, streamers can't just fire their consumer base sometime down the line, out of spite for speaking out. Without consumers, neither Stranger Things nor Netflix would be what it is today.
We have the affordance of being able to speak up the loudest of anyone. And so why wouldn't we take advantage of that?
There are so many people out there protesting: writers, actors, others in the industry and even outside of it who are also taking a stand, many who need support so that they can continue to fight in the upcoming days, weeks, months, without being deterred by corporations that are making them feel greedy for demanding a contract that at most, asks that they be paid fairly.
And so I want to encourage anyone that is reading this, but fellow fans of Stranger Things especially, who have so much power in this strike when it comes to getting Netflix's attention, to consider taking the time to do whatever you can individually + with the masses as a community in order to best support the strike.
Follow the Strike! If you're active on various social media already, please be sure to follow the official accounts advocating for the strike via Instagram (@writersguildwest/@wgaeast), via Twitter (@WGAWest/@WGAEast). Engage with posts from folks that are out there daily, many with whom you can find by following tags like #WGAStrong, #WGAStrike and #WritersStrike. Although most fans are not able to join in picketing themselves, we can at least recognize all of those out there's individual efforts and do our best to show that we're paying attention and listening!
Spread the word! Show support any way you can by sharing posts and articles about the strike, or even fun memes to inform others in a more engaging way. This is the official site for the WGA strike if you want to learn more about what’s going on before diving in! And make sure to stay up-to-date here as things continue to unfold!
Donate! The Entertainment Community Fund is endorsed by the WGA for anyone that wants to support those affected by the strike financially. And this thread on Twitter is an incredible resourse, as it provides an ‘easy, one-click, stress-free, accessible-to-all-budgets’ ways you can support folks on the front lines.
Also! Consider donating through this link for the Entertainment Community Fund, where the money donated still goes directly to that fund, this is just an organizing page for Stranger Things fans specifically! By allowing fans to see how much of an impact we make as a collective, in real time, this could encourage even more ST fans to want to contribute. In a best case scenario, if this GoFundMe were to reach impressive proportions of donations from fans, that could lead to news outlets reporting on it, which could allow an opportunity for even more eyes on the strike, while also even more importantly being able to provide financial support to those that need it.
Trend! On social media, use #StrangerFansforWGA to trend or even just to reach other fans also looking to come together to support the strike!
While I know this post probably wont reach anywhere outside of Tumblr, I want to make a point to encourage those of you that are on other platforms to inform fans in those spaces about the strike and what they can do to help!
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We might not all agree on everything, but I think we can agree on at least one thing... @Netflix & all major streamers and networks out there, who are still refusing to make a fair deal: PAY YOUR WRITERS!
In the mean time, if you're interested in working on different ideas for initiates we can carry out as a fandom, please reach out to me! I might only one person and I might not have all the answers and solutions, but I do know that with more of us working together, our odds of making an impact are much greater!
Over and out!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Fishing Interlude
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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Eddie: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Wayne from inside the trailer: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
Steve:.....dinner would be great <3
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noecoded · 2 years
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cowboy asmo but hes an infamous bandit coming to rob ur small towns bank and its the 1800s
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steddierthings · 1 year
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Part 3 of the Sad Steddie Scenario. Thank you to everyone who left comments, likes, and reblogs on the last two parts! They all made me so happy. 
Tag list - so many people asked to be tagged, which I was so grateful for, and I’ve tagged as many of you as I could (on this post and I’ll follow up with more that I couldn’t fit in a reblog, but that will be tomorrow because it is very late/early, and I am very sleepy), but it was really overwhelming, so I won’t be adding anyone else (if you’re already on it, I’ll keep tagging in future parts unless you ask me to stop). I’ll tag future installments with “steddier things: sad steddie scenario” if you’d like to follow that.
Someone asked if I would put this on ao3, and I likely will. I’d want to expand it, clean it up, make it more cohesive (I’m writing by the seat of my pants now). So, we’ll see!
Part One, Part Two
Previously on: Steve met the Corroded Coffin crew and it did not go well, resulting in a blowout fight with Eddie. Robin and Steve put their heads together to figure out why. No answers were to be found.
CW: alcohol mention, vomit mention, and uh, fair warning, it does not get happier yet. 
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Date night, Eddie’s POV
After Steve speeds off in a hail of gravel, Eddie stalks to his van, ready to tear out of there. If his van wasn’t such a piece of shit, he’d go on a joyride around Hawkins, terrorize the locals and work out this adrenaline. As it is, he just wants to find an empty field where he can scream and scream and scream. 
But when he tries to open the door, he realizes he left his keys back at the table next to his drink. He’s always doing that - he’s got too many stupid trinkets and baubles and random fucking keys he finds on the ground that he just has to stick on his key chain. They weigh his pants down so he’s always fucking leaving them everywhere, goddammit. He slams his hand against the van door. If he was feeling just a modicum more self destructive, he’d jimmy open the lock and hotwire it, but he knows how stupid that is.
He heads back inside. The music assails him as he opens the door, and normally he’d be into the rage and passion of tonight’s bill, who, despite being a local rival, Eddie normally likes, but tonight their voices are screeching, their guitars discordant. 
The guys have their heads together around the table like a bunch of gossiping biddies. Eddie steels himself before walking over. They look up when he steps up to the table, not even pretending they weren’t talking about him and Steve. 
“Well,” Gareth says, bitchy and smug. “That went exactly as well as I expected it to.” 
“Fuck off, man.” Eddie snags his keys, shoves them in his pocket. He wants to leave, but someone’s gotten him a new beer and alcohol sounds pretty good right about now. He takes a sip, sets the glass back down harder than he needs to. “It might have gone okay. I don’t know what the fuck was up with him tonight.” 
Gareth rolls his eyes. “What did you think was gonna happen, Eddie? Did you think he was going to come here and pal around with us and we were all going to be best friends?” 
“No, but—” 
“Good, because that was never going to happen.” Grant and Jeff nod in agreement. It pisses Eddie off. Maybe Steve hadn’t been at his best, but the guys barely gave him a chance to be anything else. All they did was talk about DnD, and maybe Steve was a little more…disengaged…with Eddie’s friends than Eddie’d hoped he’d be, but seriously what was he supposed to contribute to that conversation?  
Eddie had been planning this meet up for weeks. Sure, Steve saw the guys when he picked the kids up from Hellfire, which they held in Gareth’s basement now that school was out, but their interactions were comprised of a few tight-lipped smiles and nods hello and goodbye if the guys came out of the house at the same time as the kids. But Eddie wanted them all to get to know each other, be friendly if not friends. Steve had been all for it, but the guys had been giving him shit about it nonstop. Eddie’s furious that it turns out they were right, but he’s not going to let them gang up on his absent boyfriend without a fight.
“Why not? Because you think he wouldn’t be friends with freaks like us? His two best friends are literally a band geek and a 15-year-old who wears Weird Al t-shirts. He doesn’t think he’s too cool for us.” 
Jeff scoffed. “Man, he couldn’t even get my name right.” 
“I tried to talk to him about his DnD character,” Grant chimes in. “But he couldn’t tell me anything about it, not even what class it was.” 
That happened just before King Steve had decided he was done being nice to the plebes. After five minutes of the guys asking him questions and him responding with “What?” or, “Sorry, Eddie knows more about that,” or just straight up silence, Eddie was already on edge, embarrassed. So when Grant had asked what class his character was, and Steve had just shrugged and said, “Uh, Rogue…I think?” He’d looked at Eddie for confirmation. Eddied had almost lost it. 
Steve’s character was a Ranger, and Eddie’d spent the better part of an hour helping him decide on the class and the backstory so he could join a new one-shot campaign Eddie was putting together. But his friends don’t need to know that. 
“Why would he even remember that?” 
“Because you said you spent an hour with him one night coming up with it.” The smug look is back on Gareth’s face. Oops. Eddie forgot he’d told him.  
“He wore a Polo shirt,” Jeff says, despairing. “A Polo shirt, Eddie. To The Hideout!” 
Eddie lets out a growl of frustration. “Literally who cares! They’re just clothes!” He is not a violent man, but right now, Eddie wants to hit something. 
Gareth holds out a placating hand. “It’s not that we care what clothes he’s wearing, Ed. We care that you two don’t have anything in common. We care that he showed up half an hour late to hang out with your friends for the first time. We care that you try to bring him into your interests, and he doesn’t respect them.
“Yeah, you went through this shared trauma, but how long is that going to keep you together? The dude couldn’t even bother to learn the name of one of your best friends.” 
“Besides that,” Grant says. “He’s a bully.” 
“He’s not a bully, no. No.” The guys all object loudly to that. 
“Okay, okay!” Eddie says. “Maybe he wasn’t great in high school, but he didn’t bully you. Name on thing that he’s done to any of you. Personally.” Eddie’s eyes roam over them. “You can’t, can you?” 
“That’s not the point, and you know it,” Gareth says. 
“What’s the point then?” 
“If he’s bullied any of us, any freaks like us, then he’s bulled all of us. That’s something you said.” Gareth’s right in his face now, pokes him in the chest, keeps his finger pressed there. Eddie lets him, because he did say that, and more than that, he believed it. But whatever Steve had been in high school, Eddie knows, in his gut, that he isn’t that now. Except. Except what was tonight then? 
Eddie shakes his head, denying the truth of what they’re saying. He can’t be here anymore. He gulps down the last of his beer, pats his pocket to make sure he’d grabbed his keys, and says, “Fuck it, I’m out.” The guys don’t try to stop him. 
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Their disaster of a date was on Friday night. Eddie doesn’t call Steve on Saturday. He doesn’t call Steve on Sunday. He doesn’t call Steve on Monday. (Steve doesn’t call him either.) 
By Tuesday, Wayne’s fed up with his stewing. He nags Eddie into taking a shower and eating dinner wit him. Eddie lets him, because he could use his uncle’s perspective on things, even if Eddie knows he’s not too keen on Steve at all. 
Wayne listens quietly as Eddie relays his perspective on the evening, including everything the guys said after Steve left as he and Wayne chow down on microwave mac & cheese with hot dogs cut up in it. At the end of Eddie’s recitation, Uncle Wayne’s brow is furrowed. Eddie cringes. 
“I know it sounds bad, but he’s not normally like that. He’s not a bad guy, Uncle Wayne.”
“Hmm.” Wayne contemplates his empty bowl. “Did he know how important this night was to you?” 
Eddie shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, he knew how excited I was about it, so I think so.” 
“Did he make an effort to talk to your friends?” 
“He bought them a round?” That had to count for something, right? But Wayne snorts derisively. 
“Sounds like a Harrington.” 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Always throwing their money around,” Wayne waves a hand as if to demonstrate. “His daddy was the same way. You don’t need to make an effort if you’ve got enough money.” 
“Come on, Uncle Wayne, he was doing something nice.” 
“Hmm.” Before Eddie can get up from the table and start pacing at Uncle Wayne’s less than illuminating response, Wayne puts a hand on his shoulder, holding him there, serious. “Ed, listen. If he is as good as you say he is, I’ll try to believe you. But I look at him, and all I can think is,” he has to stop, not choked up, not quite. But whatever he is, it makes Eddie reach up, place his hand over the one on his shoulder. Squeeze. 
“All can think is, if he hadn’t been involved in whatever happened, would he have hunted my kid down too? Would he have been whipping the mob into a frenzy right next to that Carver boy?” Eddie’s shaking his head no, but Wayne barrels on. “Because I know his parents, and I know his type, and you telling me all this doesn’t make me think any better of him.” 
“He’s a good guy, Uncle Wayne. I promise.” 
“If he’s a good guy, why isn’t he here apologizing?” It’s the same question Eddie’s had since Friday night. Steve had fucked up, why wasn’t he groveling at Eddie’s feet? Did he not…did he not care? But that’s not a thought Eddie’s been able to face for very long. 
“I don’t know, maybe I should be apologizing to him.” 
Wayne eyes him sharply. “Did you do something worth apologizing for?” 
“He got mad about something at the end of the night. I don’t know what it was. But he was really mad.” Wayne loses the sharpness at that, rolls his eyes. 
“And he couldn’t be bothered to tell you why?” No, no he couldn’t. Wayne shakes his head. “Sounds like you’ve got some decisions to make, son.”
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Eddie’s got two days before the next Hellfire meeting. Two days before he won’t be able to avoid seeing Steve. He thinks about telling Dustin to let Steve know Eddie will drive them all home, but he’s still trying not to be a runner. 
So for two days he thinks on it and thinks on it and thinks on it. His mind keeps coming back to one thing. One stupid, small thing. Steve hadn’t remembered his character was a Ranger. That time with Steve, coming up with his character, teaching him about the characteristics of all the different classes, figuring out the backstory, rolling for his stats. It had meant so much to Eddie. It was silly, small, maybe. But he’d been so pleased, so happy to be sharing this with his boyfriend. And Steve hadn’t remembered it. 
Fuck. Fuck. Maybe everyone is right. If the Upside Down is what brought them together, what holds them together, that’s not enough to last. And Eddie’s only 20, he doesn’t need something that will last forever. Except he almost died and life is so short. 
So when Tuesday rolls around, and Steve’s parked his car at the curb in front of Gareth’s house, Eddie follows the kids out. Steve gets out of the car and approaches Eddie as the kids head past them, not paying attention to the weighted moment unfolding. Eddie sees Steve open his mouth, but Eddie has to say this quick or he won’t say it at all. 
“Listen, man. I don’t think…I don’t think this is such a good idea anymore.”
Steve’s mouth snaps shut, his brow scrunches up. “What, me picking the kids up from Hellfire?” A commotion behind them makes him turn around. 
“Hey, hey, break it up - Mike, Lucas, you’re in the back. Dustin, up front but no gloating, I mean it! God fucking dammit,” he says, turning back to Eddie. Raises his eyebrows in question. “What were you saying?” 
Can’t even be bothered to pay attention to me breaking up with him, Eddie thinks meanly. Guess I don’t have to worry if I’m doing the right thing.  He doesn’t notice the way nervous way Steve shifts on his feet, or the way his hands tap-tap-tap against his thighs to hide the fine tremor running through them. 
“Fucking—it’s been fun, Harrington, but I think we both knew this wasn’t going to work out, and Friday night just cemented it. Let’s quit while we’re ahead.” 
“Are you serious?” 
Eddie can’t make himself say yes, can barely make himself look at Steve. He nods once, short. A muted crash comes from inside the Beemer and Steve turns to look at the kids who are engaged in a slap fight across the seats. When he turns back to Eddie he looks…lost. 
“I’ve got to drive the kids home,” he says, and he sounds bewildered at the fact. “Fuck, I’ve got to—” he breaks off, sucks in air. 
“Steve?” His eyes snap to Eddie’s and Eddie flinches. He’s never seen Steve look like that. Bleak, hopeless. Eddie wants to vomit. He did that. He put that there. 
He wants to take it back. Haha, it’s a joke, see? Aren’t I such a goofball? Silly Eddie Munson, always joking around. But his tongue is thick in his mouth and the words won’t come. Instead, he reaches out, needing to touch his boyfriend, help him. But as soon as Eddie’s fingertips brush Steve’s arm, Steve comes back to himself. His eyes sharpen and he steps quickly away. “I’ve got to drive the kids home,” he says again, firm. 
He doesn’t waste any time heading back to his car, rounding the front and slipping inside. He yells something at the kids, starts the engine, and they’re gone. 
Eddie presses his hand to his mouth. “Fuck.” 
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In the car, Steve grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. Lucas, Will, and Mike are in the back talking game strategy, but Dustin sits quietly next to him. 
“Steve?” he says, voice small, smaller than Steve’s ever heard it. “You’re crying.” 
Steve puts a hand to his cheek and oh god, he’s crying. He didn’t know. He didn’t—He scrubs viciously at his face. 
“I’m fine, bud,” he says, the least convincing lie he’s ever told. “It’s just allergies.” 
Dustin looks like he wants to argue, but Steve jerks his head ‘no,’ a plea,  unwilling (unable) to tell Dustin, who loves Eddie, who might love him a little less if Steve gives him details. Steve couldn’t bear it. 
For once in his life, Dustin listens. He turns to the kids in back and joins in their argument. Steve turns the radio up and drives. 
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Part Four
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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There’s this one interaction I still think about sometimes and get So Mad at. So my best friend is a very bubbly sweet person. Her partner is really shy and soft spoken, it took a while for me to get to know him.
When we’re out and about it usually takes him a while to come out of his shell and talk. We don’t focus on it, it’s just like he’ll talk when he’s ready.
So one day the two of them and my betrothed and I are having breakfast in a restaurant. Three of the people at the table look AFAB, and then there’s him. We’ve been there a while and he finally opens up to start telling a story.
He grew up in Hawaii and he’s telling us this really funny story and we’re all listening with great interest.
And this fucking middle aged white man comes up to our table, points at him, and says “You’re talking way too much, you need to let the ladies get a word in edgewise, son. This is no way to behave.”
All of us turn to this man with outrage and my friend said in a tight voice, “None of us feel that way.”
The older guy laughed and wandered off and I had the bitter experience of watching this sweet guy shrink back on himself. We all had to coax him to finish the story but the moment was so thoroughly ruined by that interruption.
I hope that rude man steps on Legos every day for a year. I hope he gets horrible painful hangnails, and that his food is always too salty.
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kazhan-draws · 12 days
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billy hargrove & max mayfield
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will80sbyers · 22 days
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Thinking about this again, he's for sure gonna get hurt 🤕
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SIKE! HE'S ALIVE 😤
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gayofthefae · 2 months
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I can't believe Mike friend zoned Will and then Will immediately friend zoned him back and Mike got all sad and quiet and retreated back "In the Closet (at Rink o Mania)"
(yes, that moment is the exact line the song starts playing, you can check)
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vs when he realizes Will already thought so
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gmaybe666 · 1 year
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has anyone seen the concept art for vecna before they came up with the final design …���………….my soul just exited my body
are we surprised that they went with a less scary look for veccy
credit to @bananabirch for posting these to their story
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chirpsythismorning · 2 months
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Just remembered that Will sat on the icebox in the van for the 30 hr ride back to Hawkins
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#byler#stranger things#that willelmike dynamic in the van after the monologue needs to be studied under a microscope#like why couldn’t we see the aftermath of his monologue???#what happened??#when will sat on the icebox did el and mike look confused??#did they offer to leave room for him to sit there but he declined politely like no that’s okay…#followed by the next 30 hrs of awkward#I know the vibes were OFF#that’s the reason they only let us be confronted with them by the time they arrived in Hawkins#they needed to shift the mood to confusion about Hawkins’ state#bc they could not reveal what the vibes were like before that#no but the prospects of el hugging all of them after saving max#and it’s like emotional and they’re all so relieved she’s alive#but then shortly after that when they’re planning going back to Hawkins#she’s distant again#maybe it’s with everyone so they just brush it off as her needing time to process everything#but it’s still suspicious because…#why are things with her and mike still feeling very off#and then that’s when they’re getting into the van and then will just adds to the awkwardness even more by sitting on the icebox 😭#I also noticed 2 pillows on the backseat so it’s likely that’s where byler slept in s4 during their shenanigans#so I’m guessing that where el and mike slept while Will slept on the floor 😭#no but seriously they could not show any of that without giving it all away#the angst and heartbreak and confusion and regret would have been so loud 😅
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roanniom · 1 year
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My favorite thing about Eddie Munson is that is took us all like collectively a month and a half to realize how delicious his neck is.
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itsacleanmachine · 6 months
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I'm not gonna lie Mike's monologue makes my skin crawl from how cringe it is. Seriously "you're my superhero"? "you can fly, you can move mountains"? that shit looks like it came straight out of a riverdale script. If Finn slipped a "I'm cuckoo bananas for you El" in the middle of it I might've not even noticed😭
If we're wrong (we're not) and somehow the duffers really meant for that to be emotional and genuine I'm sad for everyone involved in making that scene because nobody felt anything watching that
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