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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 3 months

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The Starcourt Mall's parking is one of Eddie's prime places for dealing. One night during a deal, he spots a tired boy in a sailor suit leave the mall and what ensues is a quiet obsession.

Eddie intentionally starts parking his van close to Steve's car until he works up the courage to offer Steve a smoke on a night he looks particulary wound up.

Ahhhh! I just finished this, Idk if this is what you had in mind but I really enjoyed writing this :) I'm realizing I kind of really like answering requests 😂

Eddie’s work schedule was typically very flexible. Some days he would be in the alley behind the local theater. Others he would be at the picnic table. Today was a newer spot, the mall parking lot.

His metal lunch pal was sitting next to him as he constantly eyes the crowd shifting in and out from the main doors. Scouting out the kind of people that showed up.

There were the mothers who were bringing their kids to buy new school clothes, even though the first day back was over a month from now. Along with mothers were grandmothers, and younger women coming in for Jazzercise. The final group that Eddie noticed, that were most likely going to be his prime target, were the hicks. Those who drove in from the countryside, wearing worn out flannel, snap backs and had mullets that put Billy Ray Cyrus to shame.

There was nothing rednecks loved more than their mullets and moonshine, but weed was slowly catching each and every one of their hearts. Soon enough Eddie was sure he was going to have a small cult following from outside of Hawkins.

Eddie is turning the key in his ignition, preparing to head to his next location when he spots him. A sailor who floated right through the ocean of people with ease. His demeanor was tense, and he seemed uncomfortable. Eddie would to if he were wearing those shorts. Especially if he knew people like himself were staring at him.

Eddie can’t help himself, he stops his foot from stepping on the gas and checks out Popeye the Sailor. Little chest hairs were poking out from where the stripe shirt sagged a bit, and holy fuck was Eddie thankful he decided to park ten feet away from the mall instead of thirty. If he had done that then he wouldn’t be seeing this fine seaman right in front of.

This sailor was only confirming Eddie has a certain type. It was one thing to be attracted to Robin Williams and Harrison Ford on TV. That could be a fluke. However, seeing someone who looked like a mix of both in public and immediately falling head over heels was not.

Let the record show that he, Eddie Munson, was obsessed. Not in a stalker kind of way, but in a way he craved to be closer to the other man and was willing to do anything to achieve that.

Alright, that does sound like stalker behavior.

But Eddie knows that he wouldn't go that far. At most, he would park his car next to the other just to get a better look.

When the sailor looks up and makes eye contact with him, Eddie begins to flounder around. Face a slightly red as he tries to remember what he was doing.

Right, he had to be behind the theater to give Hopper his normal deal.

It was a couple of weeks after the first sighting that Eddie finally talked to Steve. After watching the sailor for a while, learning his name from his name tag, he discovered he had a slight routine. Step out around seven pm for a smoke break, sit on the curve in the designated smoke area and then grab something from his car before moving back inside.

Eddie was not stalking. He was just being observant. He had to be in the parking lot anyway, already having a decent amount of paying customers to tend to.

It was just a “coincidence” that he happened to find a empty spot right next to Steves car for three nights in a row. Nothing more.

It was now the fourth night and Steve was finally coming over to grab something from his car. The last three nights, all surrounding the Fourth of July, had been extremely busy. The other man could barely get five minutes to smoke before someone came out to get him.

Eddie had been disappointed, he really wanted to get a close-up of the man. He of course could go into the mall like any other customer but he had duties to fulfill. Such as giving half of the hicks inside their stash. He tried entering the mall once but was almost immediately stopped by one of his customers. He wanted to be discreet about dealing in the parking lot, that would be difficult if people decided to swarm him for their supply right next to the security guards.

Hicks were never that smart.

Now here he was with an opportunity and he was almost fucking it up. Steve had bent down to search for something from his glove box, his ass poking out from the car as he does. Eddie nearly chokes on the joint in his mouth when he sees freckles trailing down the other man's back and down to his ass.

From where he was sitting, his van being taller then Steve’s car, he could catch a small peak into Steve’s pants each time he moved just right. His pants, which looked extremely tight, didn't leave much to the imagination. They would slide an inch or two down before quickly snapping back up when Steve shimmied his hips just right.

Eddie’s sure his mouth was open.

“Fuck!” Steve curses out loudly, slamming the glove box shut with a loud wham! His hands move up to fidget with his hair, that was no longer covered by his hat. He steps away from the car and continues to curse more, clearly stressed.

“Hey man, you alright?” Eddie asks before he could think. He’s always been impulsive.

Steve jumps startled. Looking up to meet Eddie's gaze, his eyes were wide and a little glossy. As if he were close to tears.

“Yeah—yeah. I just forgot my meds.” Steve admits, slowly cooling off. Probably for show as he slams the passenger door shut, still clearly upset even though he was trying to hide it.

Eddie furrows his eyebrows concerned. There wasn't much he could do to help, he felt useless.

“Well uh… do you need a fag?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow, already having his pack of Marlboro out the window and open.

His use of the word held a double meaning, but he doubted Steve would catch on. It was just an inside joke with himself. A play on words.

Steve’s eyes flicker between the cigarettes and Eddie before he reaches forward and snatches one. Moving his hands in his pants pockets causing them to pull down slightly and reveal more of his happy trail. Eddie has to hold back from physically gulping like a cartoon character.

Steve doesn't notice. He lights his smoke with the lighter he pulled out and sucks the smoke into his mouth, his lips a soft pink. His checks slightly pull in and Eddie has way too many suggestive images pop up. His brain is blue screening when Steve flutters his eyes open to look back up at him, his eyelashes dragging beautifully against his cheek bone.

“So, when are you going to make your guest appearance in Scoops, Munson?” Steves's voice is light, teasing. His body moves forward, purposely leaning up against the van door, his shirt pulling down to give Eddie the perfect view of his hairy chest.

“Oh um— I uh— I don't know.” Eddie stammers over his words. His face is a light pink as he tries to discreetly flicker his eyes between Steves's eyes, lips, and chest. He doesn't know how he was going to make it out of this encounter alive.

“Hm- should swing by sometime.” Steve comments, carefully taking another drag from the Marlboro. He releases the smoke from his mouth to meet what was already in Eddie’s van.

“Could give you a discount, or a free scoop to repay you for this,” Steve suggests, carefully showing his fingers that were wrapped around the stick.

God did Eddie wish he could be in its place.

“Oh- I uh.. Don't care. I sort of have to stay out here though. Business you know?” Eddie isn't sure he is even understandable.

Steve’s eyes pinch together with what may be disappointment. It only lasts for a few minutes before he sparks back up.

“Ok- what are your doing after the mall closes?” he asks. He looked like an excited puppy.

“Nothing, just heading home.” Eddie answers truthfully, watching as Steve’s eyes do that thing again before they look around to make sure no one was listening.

“Well, if you're still out here— I could possibly sneak you in to choose your flavor?” Steve suggests. Eddie thinks he might be hinting at something more.

“Oh — yeah, I'll be here.” Eddie stutters out, Blushing as Steve carefully lifts the cigarette from his own mouth up to Eddie’s. A teasing look in his eyes as Eddie carefully wraps his lips around it without thinking.

“Well- see you then.” Steve grins, stepping down from his tip toes as he walks away from the van with purpose. Hips swaying back and forth in a way that makes his shorts pull up to reveal a little more.

If Eddie didn't know better, he thinks Steve was doing it on purpose for him.

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#steve was in fact flirting #Eddie chooses his favorite flavor alright #eddie is a bit of a creep #but not that bad #sailor Steve Harrington #scoops ahoy #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #strangerthings #steve stranger things #eddie and steve #drugdealer Eddie Munson

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feedists4walz · 1 month

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The governor of Minnesota and possible future vice president’s hotdish recipe is, uh, a lot. It involves, among other things, whole milk, half-and-half, two types of meat, three cups of cheese (specifically Kraft), nearly a stick of butter, and a full package of Tater Tots. It is gluttonous, deeply midwestern, and, I am sure, delicious. Indeed, Walz won the Minnesota Congressional Delegation’s hotdish cook-off in 2013, 2014, and 2016.

Tim Walz loves food. He loves corn dogs, and the all-you-can-drink milk booth at the Minnesota state fair, and—I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this—dunking cinnamon rolls in chili. He gets excited about soda. He posts pictures of his sandwiches. He loves to eat so much that people on X are already writing short-form fan fiction about it. Throughout his political career, but especially recently, he has gone out of his way to talk about food, the fattier and folksier the better. Last week, in a discussion with CNN’s Jake Tapper that was ostensibly about Joe Biden’s mental fitness, Walz recounted receiving a call from the president while eating the Minnesota delicacy Juicy Lucy, a hamburger stuffed with cheese. The next day, he posted on X about a different award-winning hotdish recipe of his, this one involving two separate kinds of canned soup.

We are witnessing what might be the most food-centric presidential campaign in American history. Kamala Harris is, by all accounts, an exceptional and enthusiastic home cook, and has made cooking part of her political brand—surely an intentional calculation, given the negative connotations that might arise when the potential first woman president openly embraces domesticity. In 2019, she offered an off-the-cuff lesson in turkey brining while getting mic’d up to go on television: “Just lather that baby up,” she said, eyes bright. The next year, she started an amateur cooking show; on it, she cracks an egg with one hand and bonds with Mindy Kaling over the fact that their parents both stored spices in old Taster’s Choice jars. She laughs a lot in the kitchen.

Unlike her running mate, Harris seems unlikely to throw four kinds of dairy in the oven for dinner—she’s a Californian, and she cooks like one: swordfish with toasted cardamom for her pescatarian stepdaughter, herb-flecked Mediterranean meatballs on an Instagram Live with the celebrity chef Tom Colicchio. But she’s not immune to the humble charms of ice cream, gumbo, Popeye’s chicken, red-velvet cupcakes, or bacon, which she describes as a “spice” in her household. She comes off as sincere in her love of food but discerning in her tastes. When a 10-year-old recently asked her at an event what her favorite taco filling was, she answered with the kind of absorbed expression that she might otherwise display when explaining foreign policy on the debate stage: carnitas with cilantro and lime, no raw onions.

Invoking food on the campaign trail is a cliché for a reason: Eating is an easy and extremely literal way to prove that you are a human being. But the Democratic Party has not always been great at it. In 2003, John Kerry visited the Philadelphia cheesesteak institution Pat’s and asked for a sandwich not with the traditional Whiz, American, or Provolone, but with Swiss. If voters needed proof that he was something other than the eggheady elitist they thought he was, this wasn’t it: In Philly, Swiss is “an alternative lifestyle,” The Philadelphia Inquirer’s food critic, Craig LaBan, said at the time. One does not get the sense that Walz or Harris would stride into Pat’s and ask for Swiss—not because they’re self-consciously avoiding a gaffe, but because they have deep respect for America’s foodways and are interested in enjoying food however it is meant to be enjoyed.

Their approach makes a marked departure both from the Obama era—what with its well-meaning but not entirely fun focus on childhood obesity, and its notorious seven almonds—and from the current leaders of the Republican Party. Donald Trump doesn’t really talk about liking eating; he does, famously, consume a lot of fast food, but that is reportedly because he’s afraid of being poisoned, not because fast food tastes amazing. His most well-known food tweet—“Happy #CincoDeMayo! The best taco bowls are made in Trump Tower Grill. I love Hispanics!”—reads like an obligatory plug rather than an earnest celebration of the way the taco bowl itself looks, smells, and tastes: all business, no pleasure. Meanwhile, Trump’s running mate, J. D. Vance, says he loves Diet Mountain Dew, but he seems mostly to be mad about it. To the degree that he has gotten specific about why he likes the beverage, the praise is purely functional: “high caffeine, low calorie.” The primary message here is that food is the site not of delight and togetherness but of anxiety and alienation, or utilitarianism at best. It’s all a little, well, weird.

Food is one of the most universally beloved things on planet Earth. Aligning a presidential campaign with it is smart for all the obvious reasons, but for the Harris-Walz ticket, it’s also a signal. The rhetorical challenge of progressivism is that it is by nature abstract: It imagines a world that does not yet exist, rather than advocating to return to some previous version of the one we know. I find it telling that Walz keeps using the word joy when he talks about the campaign and about his running mate. It’s an uncomplicated message, one that’s even more concrete than Barack Obama’s hope: Hope is the future, but joy is the present. It’s cold milk on a hot day; a perfectly cracked egg; a steaming casserole dish full of God knows what, enjoyed at a crowded table. In foregrounding food, Harris and Walz are making theirs the candidacy of terrestrial pleasure and straightforward abundance. It’s simple, really. —Ellen Cushing

#ffw #feedists4democracy #feedists4walz #2024 election #harris walz #to the window to the walz

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alice-the-brave · 2 years

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“I guess,” Harrington shrugs, “I just – my parents, you know? They like to have things to brag about. Sports are about the only thing I’m good for.”

He says it like it’s easy, like its fact. Like he’s heard it a million times and it doesn’t bother him.

Billy thinks about him dropping out of the swim team, about the way he loiters about the pool, watching his kids and staying as far from the water as he can. Thinks about that last season he had on the basketball team, lackluster and disappointing. Cut short by a concussion that benched him for the last game of the season. The last game of his high school career.

A concussion that Billy gave him.

He remembers, too, the way he had talked about the kids, the way he said ‘people who care about me’ like he didn’t have anyone else. Like there weren’t any other options. Like they were all he had in the whole world.

“Well, don’t forget about that pretty face of yours, Harrington,” Billy says, looking away, watching the kids, trying to see them the way Harrington might.

Harrington laughs at that, throwing his head back, and Billy can’t help but turn slightly to watch him.

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve got that going for me, huh?”

“Sure,” Billy agrees, leaning over to pass him a coke bottle, “Popeye’s turning green with envy, man.”

Harrington snorts at that, reaching out to punch lightly at Billy’s shoulder before he takes the offered drink.

“Listen man, it’s not that bad if I ditch the hat,” he says, leaning back against his seat and twisting off the cap, oblivious to the way Billy can’t help but watch the flex of his bare arms as he does, “It’s company policy, but, c’mon, Robin’s my manager and it’s not like she’s gonna call me out.”

“She’s definitely gonna call you out,” Billy argues, “She likes to watch you suffer too much to let that slide. Besides, isn’t that unhygienic or something?”

“Dude. You really think a dog bowl shaped hat is keeping any of our hair out of the ice cream?”

“Hmm, yeah, maybe you should get a hairnet.”

“A hairnet?” Harrington says, scandalized. “You want me to wear a hairnet? Seriously?”

Billy can’t help but laugh at him, at the suburban house-wife outrage on his face.

“Listen, man, it’s not about what I want, it’s about safe business practices.”

“Does Scoops Ahoy seem like the kind of chain that cares about ‘safe business practices’ to you? Dude, Ballast Bubblegum is radioactive, I swear on my life. Nothing approved by the FDA should be that pink.”

“Since when have you known what the FDA is?”

Harrington’s smile turns a little wry at that and he takes a long sip of his coke, throat bared and bobbing. Billy adjusts his sunglasses just to make sure they’re still hiding him.

“Been reading up on all those government agencies lately,” Harrington says, glancing at his kids again, eyes watchful behind his shades, smile placid, “Kind of required reading at this point. What’s with all the letters, anyway? Couldn’t they just name them something that wasn’t a pain to say in the first place?”

“They’ve got to keep the uneducated masses from asking questions somehow,” Billy shrugs, “Making everything a pain in the ass to tell apart helps.”

Harrington turns to him with raised brows, lowering his shades to look at him, expression delighted and surprised.

“Billy Hargrove, are you telling me you don’t trust the American government? How unpatriotic.”

Billy snorts at that, fishes a cigarette out of his shorts and lights up.

Billy doesn’t trust the government for shit. He’s not stupid. Korea, Vietnam. The crazy shit that’s still coming out from the earlier days of the Cold War. He’d have to be braindead to trust the feds. The whole thing’s rotten from top to bottom, from the three letter pigs to Tweedledee and Tweedledum sitting at the corner shop in their cruiser.

Neil had some cop friends back in California. They didn’t do shit about anything if it wasn’t a bank robbery or pushing someone around if they looked like ‘trouble’ – the criteria for which changed depending on the day of the week. Neil hadn’t even cleaned up his act around them all that much. More than that he knows the kind of laws they keep, the kind of things they do to people like him. The cops might not have been able to arrest him just for existing since ’76 but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t beat him to death for it if anyone ever found out.

So, no, he’s not particularly a fan of Big Brother or whatever.

But Harrington? He’s the kind of upstanding member of society that volunteers at the police station or on election campaigns. With his parents’ money and reputation, it wouldn’t be strange if he grew up to be some kind of small-town politician.

Hawkins is the kind of place that really buys into the whole American Dream shit. Working husbands with stay at home wives and two kids with a dog kind of stuff. Wholesome, normal, respectable stuff. They trust the government here. Buy into that ‘serve and protect’ crap Billy’s always known better than to believe.

But Harrington looks delighted by Billy’s casual rejection of it all, looks like he’s been dying for someone to agree with, someone who wouldn’t laugh nervously or call his mother. Someone who isn’t in fucking middle school.

“I’m patriotic as hell,” Billy says, blowing smoke up to the sky, “I love beer and a hot dog as much as the next guy. Just would prefer if Big Brother wasn’t watching me take a piss.”

“Yeah, okay, a real Yankee Doodle,” Harrington says, rolling his eyes, “Big Brother? That’s uh, from that book, right? With the eye.”

“1984.”

“Uh,” Harrington says, brow furrowing, “No? ’85? June 15th, it’s – it’s a Saturday?”

Billy stares at him for a long moment, cigarette dangling from his lips, blinking slow.

“The book, Harrington. It’s called 1984.”

“Oh.”

Harrington flushes, turns back to the water, fidgeting with his bottle. He’s got that same blush he had when Billy was bothering him at work, before Kathy ruined it, like he’s embarrassed. But not – not in a bad way. The line between embarrassment and humiliation is thin as a knife’s edge for him, but Harrington seems to walk it effortlessly. He knows how to be embarrassed without being particularly ashamed, knows how to not let it hurt. Not let it slip and cut too deep.

“It was written in the 40’s or something,” Billy explains, “as a warning. About government overreach and war and shit.”

“Yeah, well, that guy was on to something,” Harrington says, shrugging.

“What, the FBI giving you trouble, pretty boy?”

Harrington pauses, bottle halfway to his mouth, and cuts Billy a look over his still lowered glasses.

Suddenly Billy remembers himself. Remembers that the FBI probably should be giving Harrington trouble. Billy knows that he’s an accessory to murder, at least. Knows that he didn’t seem too bothered about that. The kind of unbothered that makes Billy wonder if he’s been more than an accessory.

Just because Billy doesn’t want to know doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t.

They’d buried Neil in a patch of dirt somewhere up north, closer to Roane than Hawkins proper. The only Catholic cemetery around for a while. There had been a few graves there, fresh, dates ending in ‘83. The year before they moved here. The year Will Byers died and was resurrected, a cornfed Christ figure that no one seemed to rejoice except for his mother and his gang of nerdy apostles.

Billy hadn’t asked about the strange number of corpses that cropped up that year.

He doesn’t want to know.

#neil hargrove explode challenge #in my ideal world neil dies bloody #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #my writing #hawkins indiana #billy hargrove redemption #he's trying very hard not to become genre aware

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da-rulah · 1 year

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Headcannon or drabble….

For if you ever feel like entertaining it.

The WAGS of the Papas scheme every Halloween together to see which of them can get their Papa in the best/most outrageous/most out of character outfit.

Okay so I'm FINALLY back from Amsterdam and can give this the thought it deserves. And so, here's my thoughts on Papa halloween costumes. Some are humiliating, some I think just work for the Papa in question...

Coming to you in head canon format, because I think that works better...

Every year the Ministry holds it's annual Halloween ball. And every year, everyone is expected to dress up. And usually, the Papas and their partners dress in couple's costumes. This year, their partners make it a game - funniest, most apt or most humiliating Papa costume wins.

Primo

In his older age, Primo doesn't mind letting you organise Halloween. It's never a big struggle to get him to wear what you want him to. He knows you'll only win anyway...

So when you came out from the bathroom dressed as Olive Oyl and handed him a sailor's outfit... he sighed, and took it from you without argument.

Complete with can of Spinach for those hidden muscles of his and old tobacco pipe to lodge between his teeth, he made the most adorable Popeye the Sailor Man you'd even seen.

To give him his credit, he even got the laugh down to a 'T'...

"Aaaah-gug-gug-gug-gug-gug..."

Secondo

Every year you would place a bet before Halloween. And most years, you won. Including this year.

And of course, the loser has to wear the costume of choice of the winner.

But when you showed him what he'd be wearing this year, he outright REFUSED.

"Dolcezza, I insist that you stop trying to humiliate me at every turn..."

"You have to. Thems the rules." He was NOT happy.

The colours were offensive, the tan was ludicrous and the wig... He hated it all. But he did it, because dishonouring the bet that the entire ministry knew you had every year was more humiliating than wearing the damn costume.

It's roller Barbie & Ken.

The scowl on his face through the entire Halloween ball... If looks could kill.

Terzo

When you'd told him you were going as a Powerpuff girl, he got over excited.

"You mean to tell me you'll be in a short little dress and pigtails, tesoro?"

What you didn't tell him, was that you'd got him a matching couple's costume. But not one of the girls...

When he walked out of the bathroom, painted red, tiny little pink fluffy skirt and headpiece, lobster claws and latex thigh high boots, you'd collapsed in a heap of laughter.

Of course, you got him to dress up as HIM, your arch nemesis.

"I'll damn you to the deepest depths of hell for this."

But it suited him so well... King of the underworld, flamboyant - pure evil.

And he got so into character...

Copia

When you mention a couple's costume, he's all for it. Anything together is a win in his book.

When trying to think of one, two things about him stood out to you that you could run with.

He often wears a scarf neck tie, and he's a bit of a himbo...

And so, Fred from Scooby Doo has entered the chat. With Daphne right by his side...

Because you cannot tell me Copia isn't basically just a goth Fred

"Amore, please don't make me blonde..." he whines, but the coloured hair spray you'd bought for his growing locks was already taking shape.

He decided he likes you as a redhead. He makes a mental note of you this way.

Turns out, The Ghost Project music really can sound like Scooby Do chase scene music - because it became the backdrop when Swiss, who dressed as a sheet ghost this year, thought it was funny to chase him through the Ministry corridors...

Wondering which Partner won? Well, send me an ask and tell me who YOU think would win this contest...

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ducktracy · 6 days

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I love Popeye so much— the franchise is my current special interest, but I love the 1980 movie in particular. I get really pleased whenever you post about Popeye (partially because you're the only one really active in the tag) so if you could continue to post Popeye loud and proud that would be cool as hell

THIS IS SO SWEET OH MY GOSHHHHH!!! i saw this yesterday when you sent it in and meant to answer earlier, but i have to say i’ve spent both yesterday and today thinking about it because THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO HEAR!! THANK YOUUUUUUUU!! i also had no idea i was really the only one active HAHA, amazing!! i assure you, the Popeye posting will always continue! i LOVE Popeye, and i’ve actually only seen a fraction of the shorts compared to those i haven’t. i’m so protective of the 1935-1938 sweet spot with Jack Mercer, Mae Questel and Gus Wicke that it’s really hard for me to move onto the shorts post-Miami move… but i gotta! because more great cartoons await! and so i’m sure i’ll be gushing about those when i discover them more and more :)

SPEAKING OF 1980 POPEYE!! i know i’ve had some followers curious about my opinion on it! I FINALLY WATCHED IT FOR THE FIRST TIME BACK IN JULY! i admittedly forget if i said my piece on it or not, but i will here anyway!

is it good? in an objective sense? probably not. did i absolutely love it and have an absolute blast watching it regardless? ABBBBBSOOOOLLLUUUUUUTELYYYYY!! i had so much fun watching it!! as a fan of physical slapstick, anything “cartoony” translated into live action, Popeye (of course), and many other specifics i’m forgetting but know the film included, i really enjoyed it. the almost obligatory physical slapstick and sheer amount of stupid pratfalls was giving me so much joy. i’m genuinely impressed at Robin Williams’ muttering and him keeping his one eye squinted the entirety of the film. Shelley Duvall is PERRERRRFECT as Olive Oyl! she was the best part of the film for me, she was so darling 🥺 and the songs were cute, VERY AMUSING, very campy, some i liked better than others but they were very catchy. the sound design was very baffling as well but i kinda loved it

i said this when streaming the film in a groupwatch and i still stand by it:

also, evidently copious amounts of cocaine were involved in the production of the film and i can absolutely believe it. SUCH A FUN WATCH THOUGH, very cheesy in the absolute best way! thank you to all who encouraged me to watch it, i’m really glad i did and will probably rewatch it again at some point :) but yes, that’s all to say that the Popeye posting will absolutely continue and i am SO GLAD to hear you enjoy it so much!! that seriously makes my day!! Popeye is really the cure for happiness in cartoon form

#anonymous #asks

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roanofarcc · 4 months

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY FOUR → STUPID BOYS AND HAPPY CAMPERS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 5.8k || masterlist || oc moodboards

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: the girls just wanna have fun!!

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There was a stupid ache inside Steve’s chest that refused to go away. It twisted in knots and made him uncomfortably confused and mopey as he worked the front counter of Scoops Ahoy that morning. There were hardly any customers, much to his relief, which allowed him to use his time staring off into space and replay the events of the night before at Lover’s Lake in his head.

The things Sunshine said and the guilt she held in her eyes mixed with her soft laughter and face bathed in moonlight. It all made Steve feel conflicted, and he kept asking himself if he should have almost tried to kiss her while she was in the middle of a spiral of emotions. He had never been the best with words that went below surface level. Sure, he could compliment pretty girls and flirt is way out of most situations, but anything more than that was not his strong suit after everything that happened with Nancy. So, when Sunshine started to doubt herself after everything she’d done for them and everything she’d been through, he wanted to say or do something to try to make her see herself the same way everyone did.

But there was no compliment Steve could have given that would’ve done her justice. He thought, for a moment, if he kissed her, maybe it would convey how he felt. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also want to kiss her just for the sake of kissing her. How could he not? It was Sunshine, bright and beautiful who actually liked him for him, messy parts and all.

The short conversation Steve had with Hopper rattled around inside his head. Maybe it was selfish of him to try to make a move while she was confiding in him. Maybe he’d never escape the image people had crafted of him, either some no-good high school boy who wasn’t looking for any kind of series relationship or a spitting image of his dad that people scowled at on the street.

The issue was that Steve liked Sunshine; he liked her way beyond a friend, that much he could admit to himself. But Hopper had said himself that the last thing she needed was a broken heart or hurt feelings after everything she survived. That was not Steve’s intention, obviously, but he had a habit of screwing things up and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for ruining the relationship they already had. It wasn’t like Sunshine followed him home from the woods that night with a full memory of him. He had to earn her trust; that was something he refused to break, ever. What if he did something stupid and she ended up not trusting him anymore?

On top of that, he didn’t want it to seem like he was taking advantage of the fact that there were a lot of things Sunshine didn’t know and emotions she was still trying to figure out.

It all was too confusing, and it left him in an awful mess of contradictory feelings. He wanted to kiss her last night; looking into her eyes, he wanted to tell her exactly how he felt, but there was a lot on her plate. Adding Steve’s ability to sabotage good things in his life wasn’t something he wanted to burden her with. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

“Jesus, Popeye. You look like one of those little sad cartoon characters with a rain cloud that follows them around,” Robin said, sitting on the back counter and violating several health codes. “What is your problem?”

He shook his head. “Trust me, you don’t care.” His voice was a little meaner than he intended, but he was being honest. Robin didn’t seem to care for him much; she tolerated him at best.

“Says who?” she challenged. Steve raised his brows, and she gave in with a short sigh. “Fine. Maybe I don’t normally care, but Mara’s not here and I’m so bored I think I may die. So, tell me your problems before I parish, Harrington.”

At that moment, he supposed Robin was the only person he could talk to since he was stuck at the mall until closing. “All right. I just don’t know what to do about this…this girl that I like.”

Something between a snort and a laugh fell from her lips. “You mean your painfully obvious crush on Danielle?”

Steve scoffed. “It’s not painfully obvious.” He paused. “Is it?”

“Yeah. To literally everyone but her, apparently. I mean, you call her ‘Sunshine’, dingus. That’s not exactly a very subtle term of endearment.”

“Sunshine’s her nickname and I’m not the only one who calls her that.” It wasn’t a term of endearment; that name meant something to her that Steve didn’t fully understand. The name also felt right. Sunshine had a nature similar to the sun; she was bright and carried a warmth that Steve had never met anyone with before. It wasn’t just her powers that mirrored the sun, her personality did as well.

Robin shrugged. “Whatever you say. It still sounds cheesy whenever you say it. It’s obvious that you’re into her. And for some reason, she seems pretty into you too. I don’t get why you’re acting so weird about it. Just ask her out.”

“That’s the thing, I can’t just do that. It’s complicated with her, okay? I don’t want to screw things up with us. And I don’t even if she’s ready for something like that.”

Robin nodded, thoughtfully. “Because she was missing for a long time?”

“Exactly.” That was part of it. Sunshine’s life was complicated, and Steve didn’t want to overcomplicate it even more.

“Well, have you asked her?”

“Asked her?”

“Oh, my God,” Robin said with a shake of her head. She looked at him incredulously, but Steve had no idea why. “Yeah, dude. It’s not your call to make whether or not she’s ready for a relationship. This may hurt your pea-size brain, but women aren’t some elaborate mysteries you have to try to figure out. We’re real people. If you like her, like you obviously do, just ask her out and leave the rest up to her to decide.”

Steve was silent for a prolonged moment, suddenly feeling even more like an idiot than before. “Right,” he said. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I know,” Robin smiled. “So, stop acting like an idiot.”

“You’re really good at this,” Steve replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Danielle’s cool. Just don’t be an asshole and you’ll be fine. And if she doesn’t want to go out with you, I’m sure there’s someone else out there who’ll find your ridiculous hair and weird sense of humor endearing.”

That was what Steve was worried about, though. Sunshine wasn’t a little crush that he’d get over within a couple of weeks. There was something that happened when you fight monsters with someone; it was something he couldn’t explain. They shared a connection, one that he lost for ten years and hadn’t remembered until she came crashing back into his life. It felt as if a missing piece of himself had been restored. But he couldn’t tell any of that to Robin.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “Maybe.”

They drifted into silence, serving the occasional customer. Steve entertained himself by picking the fresh paint off the ledge of the counter to pass the time and studying the faint bruise that still decorated his wrist. It didn’t hurt anymore, but it was a constant reminder of his dad. Sunshine’s words still ringing in the back of his head. “People who love you don’t hurt you.” But love was a complicated thing.

“Steve?” Someone called out, causing Steve’s head to snap upwards. A mop of brown curls and a bright smile caught his eye. “Steve!” Dustin rushed up to the counter.

“Henderson! You’re back!” Steve jumped the front counter and met the kid halfway.

“I’m back!” Dustin cheered. “You got the job!”

Steve nodded enthusiastically before he and Dustin did the elaborate handshake they had come up with in the boredom of winter. They finished in a fit of laughter and Steve felt less heavy with his favorite party member back in town.

“How many children are you friends with?” Robin asked with a raised brow, looking judgmentally between Steve and Dustin.

Steve ignored her and jabbed his thumb toward the counter of ice cream. “You want some?”

“Duh.”

They found themselves in an empty booth, Dustin with a sundae and stories from camp. “I’m taklin’ hotter than Phoebe Cates, okay? She’s brilliant, too. And she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.”

Apparently, Dustin had found himself a camp girlfriend, some Mormon girl from Utah who was just as smart as he was, which Steve found both impossible and terrifying. He did his best not to cringe at the kid’s excitement. “Wow! Yeah…that’s great. I’m proud of you, man.” He was glad Dustin was over Max because, for a couple of kids who had lives as messed up as theirs, they did not need the additional drama of competing for the same girl in their friend group.

God, Steve thought, he hated how invested he was in fourteen-year-olds issues.

“Do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?” Dustin asked, shoving another bite of ice cream into his mouth.

“Sure. But it’s not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”

From across the shop, posted at the front counter, Robin let out something between a scoff and a laugh. “Please, that’s the last thing you have to worry about if you can’t even tell her how you feel.”

Steve rolled his eyes and said, “Ignore her.”

Dustin did the opposite of that, which Steve should have expected. “She’s talking about Sunshine, isn’t she? You still haven’t asked her out yet?" Steve shook his head. "Dude, what’re you waiting for?”

Running a hand through his hair, Steve slumped back against the back of the booth with a sigh. “It’s complicated, okay? But I will. I mean, I’m planning on it.”

“It’s not that complicated, Steve.”

“Oh, so you get a girlfriend and suddenly you know everything?”

Dustin rolled his eyes and finished his last bite of ice cream. “I’m just saying that you have the chance to date the closest thing to a real-life superhero, and you’re totally blowing it. If I never met Suzie and was a couple of years older, I would have asked Sunshine out as soon as I met her.”

Part of Steve thought the sentiment was sweet, and the other part of him wanted to shove Dustin right out of the booth. It was like everyone thought Steve didn’t see how incredible Sunshine was, but that was the whole reason why he was having such a hard time figuring his own feelings out. She was too good for him, for anyone, really.

“Seriously?”

Dustin nodded. “Yeah, seriously. Do you think I’d be dumb enough to pass the opportunity to date Wonder Woman? Well, Wonder Woman minus the super-strength and lasso of truth, obviously.” Steve blinked. “Look, all I’m saying is that, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will.”

“Yeah, I know,” Steve sighed. “I will. I just don’t what to screw it up. Because Hopper said himself that if I do, I’ll have to answer his him and his children.” Children with superpowers.

“That, and you’ll have to deal with the rest of the party too.” An offended look flashed across Steve’s face. “What? Sunshine is an official party member, dude. You know the rules! If a party member requires assistance, we have to provide that assistance. Meaning, if you do something stupid, we have to kick your ass. That’s the rule.”

“Yeah, well I don’t intend to do something stupid.” But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

“Good,” said Dustin.

Steve was desperate to switch gears away from his romantic shortcomings. “So, where are the other knuckleheads?”

“They ditched me yesterday. Can you believe that shit?”

“Seriously?”

“I swear to God,” he shrugged, trying to mask the sour look on his face. “But they’re so gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory.”

Intrigued Steve leaned forward, resting his arms on the sticky tabletop that he technically was supposed to wipe off after customers finished dining. “Glory?” he said. “What glory?”

“Last night, I was trying to get in contact with Suzie and, uh…” Dustin whispered the second half of his sentence under his breath and Steve missed it.

“What?” Dustin whispered it again, but Steve couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Dude, speak up,”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” he shouted, momentarily drawing more eyes onto them than necessary.

“Shh!” Steve hissed as he scooted closer to the kid. “What does that mean?”

“It means we could be heroes, real American heroes.” Steve liked the sound of that. None of them were given any kind of recognition for fighting monsters two falls in a row; he liked the idea of finally getting something for all of the shit they had been through.

Dustin continued. “Just think, you could be the Steve Trevor to Danielle’s Diana!”

“Who?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like Steve was supposed to know every single nerdy reference he made. “Steve Trevor.” Still, nothing rang a bell in his head. “Ugh! Wonder Woman’s boyfriend. He’s the first man she ever met. Which, now that I’m thinking about it, works a little too well because you were the first person Sunshine met after she escaped the Lab. And your name is Steve. Freaky.”

“Huh,” Steve hummed. He nodded along, somewhat following the kid. “Was he cool?”

“Yeah, pretty cool. Not as cool as his girlfriend, obviously. But it would be the same for you if you dated Sunshine.” Steve wanted to be offended, but Dustin had a point.

“All right, but what’s the catch to this American heroes thing?”

Dustin shook his head. “No catch, I just need your help with the translation.”

…

“If you want my opinion, I think you both need professional help.”

A dual pair of muffled groans sounded from the girls squished on a bed. Sunshine and El had their faces shoved in pillows and were unable to grapple with the, as Leia so kindly put it, ‘stupid boys’ in their lives.

A soft sigh sounded from Luke as he sat on the edge of the bed, closest to El, and patted her flannel-clad back. “Listen, I’m going to meet Will. I’ll see if he wants to go to Mike’s and I'll ask him what his deal is, okay?”

El turned her head to the side with a frown. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He stood and grabbed his bag before heading out of the cabin toward the Byers house. That left the three sisters alone in the quiet home.

Hopper was out dealing with some issues related to the mayor. He asked Sunshine to entertain the girls that afternoon with a small wad of cash. He asked Leia to get El to stop moping around about Mike, and after Sunshine arrived in a similar state to El, Leia was also tasked with dealing with her.

Sunshine hadn’t been able to think about anything besides Steve and the conversation they had the night before. She kept replaying the feeling of his hand on her cheek and the look that glinted in his warm eyes. It all made her stomach flip and she needed to get it sorted out before she drove herself insane. The only place she could think of to go to for assistance was the cabin with her sisters. She didn’t feel right bothering Nancy about her feelings with Steve, and she was also busy with work. Her mom’s advice was from her high school days a little outdated, and Sunshine wasn’t close enough with Robin and Tamera to bring it up to them. That left her younger sisters, who didn’t know much more than her about relationships, even though El was in one.

“Come on,” Leia said after a moment of quiet thinking. She dragged both Sunshine and El off of the bed. “We’re going to see a professional.”

The “professional” in question was none other than Max Mayfield.

Sunshine and her sisters gathered in the Mayfield/Hargrove household, which was empty. The last thing she wanted was to run into Billy at his home after successfully avoiding him for the most part since last fall. He and Max’s stepfather were busy at work, while Max’s mom was out running errands.

Max’s bedroom reminded Sunshine of the photos she’d seen of California. The walls were painted a soft yellow, like a pastel sun, and the windowsills were lined with glass jars full of colorful glass and seashells. Her bookshelves held an impressive collection of comic books and VHS tapes. Clothing was strewed about in little piles on the floor and her bed was unmade, exposing rainbow-colored sheets. There was a board on the wall, much like one Nancy had covered in photographs of a younger version of Max, sun-soaked on the beaches of California. There were newer pictures mixed in, most of them with Lucas, both of them wearing toothy smiles.

“And then he just hung up,” El finished re-telling Max her entire ordeal with Mike, how the boy didn’t want to hang out with her today and was acting odd over the phone.

Without skipping a beat, Max said “He’s a piece of shit.” El’s eyes went wide with confusion, causing Max to elaborate. “Mike doesn’t have jack-shit to do today, and his nana obviously isn’t sick. I guarantee you, he and Lucas are playing Atari right now.”

“But friends don’t lie.”

Max scoffed. “Yeah, well boyfriends lie. All. The. Time.” Sunshine wasn’t sure that was true, but what did she know? “This is what you’re gonna do: you’re gonna ignore his calls. As far as you’re concerned, he doesn’t exist.”

Leia perked up from where she sat on Max’s floor. “Easy!” Sunshine lightly kicked the blonde with her foot, earning a playful glare.

“He treated you like garbage, so you’re gonna treat him like garbage. Give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“Give him the medicine,” El repeated with a slow nod.

“Mm-hmm. And if he doesn’t fix this, if he doesn’t explain himself,” she paused, for what Sunshine assumed was dramatic effect. “You’re gonna dump his ass.”

Leia clapped her hands, enjoying herself. “See! I told you she was a professional. Now, Max, fix Sunshine, please.”

Max eyed Sunshine, her freckled arms crossed over her chest. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s never liked a boy before and it’s totally freaking her out,” Leia explained.

Sunshine fell backward onto Max’s bed, holding her head with her hands. “I’m not freaking out! I just…ugh!”

The bed beside her dipped and Max stared at her with raised brows. “This is about Steve, right?” Sunshine nodded. “Then I don’t see the problem? I mean, you like him and he obviously likes you-”

“But I don’t know that!” she stressed. She had no idea if the way Steve acted towards her was just him being friendly or something more. She had no experience to base it off at all, and it wasn’t like she and Steve had the most normal friendship in the world to begin with.

“Please,” Max rolled her eyes. “Anything with eyes can tell he’s crazy into you. I mean, for the past six months I thought you guys were already a couple.”

With a sigh, Sunshine sat upright. “Even if that was true, I don’t know how to…to do that. I’ve never liked anyone before. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’ve never even kissed someone before.”

Max shrugged simply. “Yeah, well, that’s not the end of the world.”

“Then why does it feel like it?”

Sunshine felt a little pathetic; she was complaining to a group of fourteen-year-olds about her lack of a love life when it was supposed to be the other way around. She was supposed to be the older sister and have all of the answers, but all of the time she was supposed to be gaining that experience had been taken from her. While everyone else her age was learning how to kiss boys and deal with crushes, Sunshine was what felt like a million miles away.

“Steve’s already done all of that before,” Sunshine continued. “He’s had girlfriends before, and not just any kind of girlfriends, he dated Nancy just last year.”

Nancy Wheeler was the first girl her age that Sunshine had gotten to know outside the Lab. Nancy was bright and quick; she was pretty and passionate. Nancy was kind but she was also tough. That was a lot to live up to if it was true that Steve liked Sunshine. Could he like her as much as he liked Nancy? Of course, she knew that Nancy wasn’t perfect, but her problems weren’t as damning as Sunshine’s past.

It wasn’t that she thought of Nancy as some kind of competition, it was just difficult when Sunshine’s point of reference of a ‘normal’ teenage girl was the ex-girlfriend of the boy Sunshine had a crush on.

“Yeah, and she totally dumped him and then got with Will’s brother,” Max said in a very matter-of-fact tone. Sunshine shot the redhead a look, to which she shrugged and said, “What? I hear things.”

Sunshine thought back to last year’s Halloween when Steve slurred his words as they walked back to his house in the dark, lonely streets of Hawkins. Nancy had drank one too many cups of house punch and had told Steve she didn’t love him anymore. Then, that night bled into the next couple of days until they all ended up at the Byers, where Nancy had her hand placed on Jonathan’s shoulder and the two shared certain knowing looks. Sunshine had missed most of that; she missed the conversation between Steve and Nancy that ended their relationship on okay terms with little hard feelings. Weeks later, after the Snowball, Steve and Nancy spoke again, and apologies were exchanged before they drifted into a new normal. The two weren’t exactly friends, but they were okay and could stand to spend time together when intermingled with Sunshine and other party members.

“Look,” Max continued. “Nancy is out of the picture and is clearly over Steve. And he’s over her. He is totally into you now. I think you should just go for it.”

“How would I even do that?”

Max’s eyes lit up suddenly and she sprung off her bed with a wide grin. “We’re gonna make sure he gets the message that you’re totally available. That way he can make the first move and you don’t have to! And I know exactly how to do that, all while getting El’s mind off of Mike.”

El’s eyes widened in excitement. “How?”

“We’re going shopping!”

Starcourt Mall was as alive as ever. People buzzed all around as the four girls stood just past the entrance, in the main hub of the building, bathed in neon hues and food court food. Even on a beautiful summer day, the mall was packed with people from both in and out of town. Crowds were drawn to the place in droves, bringing a new sense of life to Hawkins.

To Leia and El, the mall was so shiny and new, unlike anything they’d experienced before. Their wide eyes soaked up every color smeared across the eyelids of teenage girls, and the dimples of every flirtatious teenage boy.

“What should we do first?” asked Max, but neither El nor Leia answered. They were too swept up in everything around them. Sunshine recognized the look on their faces; it was as if the entire world was staring back at them, opening its arms and welcoming them to the real, technicolor world. Max watched the two closely for a moment before she smiled, almost sadly. “You two have never been shopping before, have you?”

The sisters shook their heads. Their clothes consisted of Hopper’s old flannels and a mix of hand-me-downs from Joyce and Nancy.

“Well,” Max grasped both El and Leia’s hands eagerly. “I guess we’ll have to try everything then.”

They journeyed into their first store. Sunshine watched as Leia and El strolled the aisles of colorful clothing with curiosity, running their hands along the different fabrics and styles. She lingered behind the younger girls until her eyes caught a row of dresses along the back wall. They all were beautiful, with skirts that flowed below the waist and skinny straps for the shoulders. Large buttons ran down the entire length of the dresses, and they had pockets on the hips with different colored embroidered flowers. Sunshine pulled down two of the dresses and showed them to the younger girls before asking what color she should get.

They answered with unanimous blue, and with a satiated smile, Sunshine tossed the blue dress over her arm before she continued to browse.

Her sisters stopped at a mannequin display, staring at the outfits quite different than the ones they were wearing.

“Do you like those?” Max asked them.

“How do I know what I like?” asked El.

“You just try stuff on until you find something that feels like you,” Max explained. “Not like Hopper. Not like Mike or Luke. Not even like each other. Something that feels like you.” Max’s words ignited something within El and Leia; it sparkled in their eyes as they shared a look with one another. The sea of clothing became endless possibilities for who they could become, free from the Lab and their past.

That was one of the hardest parts of coming back to a normal life. They had to find themselves without the stepping stones most people were given growing up.

Sunshine was still trying to find herself and her footing in the world. She knew it would be a long search, and one piece of that journey was finding a sense of style. Her closet had quickly become full of colorful dresses, flowy blouses, and everything from blue jeans to pleated skirts. She loved anything that was far removed from the stiff, white, and blue hospital gowns or the gray sweat sets they had to wear in the Lab. Her hair was another way to express her freedom. It tumbled just below her shoulders and was always fixed in some kind of style done by herself or her mother.

Clothing and hair seemed like such simple things. But a new dress and cherry-flavored lip gloss changed the mindset hard-wired inside Sunshine’s brain. It made her feel real.

And by the way that El and Leia excitedly rushed around the store, trying on every piece of clothing that caught their eye, it was clear they were starting to feel the same. For once, they began to feel like normal teenage girls, shopping in the mall with their friends. What more could they ask for?

“Hey, Max?” Sunshine summoned the redhead over. “Thank you for this.” The thank you went further than her questionable advice or shopping spree; Max had given El and Leia a kind of friendship they couldn’t obtain from only hanging around the boys or even each other.

Max smiled shyly. “My mom says shopping can solve all the world's problems.”

Sunshine chuckled and affectionately wrapped an arm around Max’s shoulders. The younger girl was stiff for a moment, and Sunshine was about to let go, but after a moment, Max leaned into Sunshine’s side.

“Do you want to help me pick out a pair of shoes?” she asked Max, who nodded eagerly, and together they wandered toward the wall of shoes, feeling nothing but a giddy kind of happiness that accompanied the smell of sweet perfume and the hum of radio tunes over the store speakers.

Once they all had picked out a couple of clothing items from various stores, the sisters all changed into their favorite outfits. El sported a black romper covered in patterns of colorful swirls and shapes. She wore a pair of white sneakers, high blue socks, and a glossy smile. Leia had picked out a jean skirt and tucked a purple and gray striped shirt into it. Her outfit was completed with black suspenders, chunky bracelets, and black combat boots. Lastly, Sunshine wore the blue dress from the first store. The thin straps showed off her summer tan and freckles that dotted her arms. The skirt of the dress ended just below her knees and her feet were comfortably in a brand-new pair of white Mary-janes.

The outfit made Sunshine feel pretty as she floated through the mall with bags hanging off their arms.

After they were all changed, they took to the busy corridors with newfound confidence and excitement. Max insisted on stopping and getting their pictures taken. They spent a good hour posing and laughing until their bellies ached. When their photo session was over, it was mid-afternoon and time for the food court.

“See,” Max began, her arms linked with El and Leia’s. “What did I tell you? There’s more to life than stupid boys.” Her gaze fell onto Sunshine as they approached the food court. “But I do know one stupid boy who’ll give us free ice cream. That means you’re up, Sunshine. Ready?”

Ready for what, Sunshine hadn’t the slightest clue, but she was in a new dress and joy rested comfortably on her shoulders. She nodded and followed Max’s lead the way to Scoops Ahoy. Sunshine combed down her flyaway with her fingers and smoothed out the skirt of her dress. As she did so, her shoulder collided harshly with someone. It caused her to stumble and pause. She turned her head to see a man who looked slightly out of place among the sea of brightly colored clothing in a black suit. He disappeared quickly in the crowd and Sunshine shook it off before catching up with the girls.

“Ahoy-” Steve’s monotone voice began his rehearsed greeting before he recognized the group and perked up. “Oh! Hey!”

Sunshine felt herself smile almost involuntarily at the sight of him. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Max cut in, leaning against the counter in her new sunglasses. “We need three cones, sailor boy. One strawberry, one vanilla, and one chocolate. And all with whipped cream and sprinkles, please.”

Steve gave her a mock salute and made the girls’ orders while they giggled and whispered between themselves. Sunshine distracted herself by playing with the bracelets on her wrist until he was done.

“Thanks,” El said, already with whipped cream on the tip of her nose.

Max looked between Sunshine and Steve for a moment, before she said, “Well, we’re gonna motor, but Sunshine’s gonna stick around.”

“Are you sure you can make it home okay?” Sunshine asked, a little worried about her sisters. They weren’t technically supposed to be out and about in places like Starcourt, but she thought the kids deserved a little more freedom. They had been cooped up for most of the summer. But she did feel a little unease about them going off without her.

“Yes,” El answered, seemingly confident.

Leia added, “We promise.”

Max slung her arms around both El and Leia’s shoulders and drew them close. “Don’t about us. We’ve got a day free of boys that we can’t waste.” She sent Sunshine a sly wink before she said, “You two have fun!” The three girls turned on their heels and left Scoops, off to enjoy their girls' day.

“I-”

“You-”

Both she and Steve started to speak at the same time, causing a light blush and an awkward laugh to come from both of them. Sunshine cleared her throat and said, “Sorry. You first.”

“I was just going to say that you look nice, really nice. Not that you don’t always look nice. You do. Very, uh, pretty.”

Something inside Sunshine’s stomach twisted, but not in a bad way. It wasn’t a nail-biting or tattoo-scratching kind of feeling that she was used to. Instead, it was more of a fuzzy feeling. His compliment brought heat to her cheeks, which was hoped was covered by the makeup that she had borrowed from her mom that morning.

“Thanks,” she said. “I-” Sunshine tried to get out something, something she wasn’t exactly sure, but she had a small amount of confidence inside of her. But, before she could muster up anything to say to him, she was interrupted by the back door of Scoops being thrown open to reveal a familiar face that she had missed for the whole first half of summer.

“Sunshine!” Dustin shouted and rushed out from behind the counter before he enveloped her in a tight hug. She squeezed him back, marveling at how much taller he had grown in just a couple of weeks.

“You’re back!” she cheered, ruffling his hair.

“I have so much to tell you, come on!” He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her into the back room. Upon entering she noticed Robin at the table, holding a tape recorder in one hand and a book in the other. Behind her, the whiteboard was covered in letters she only slightly recognized.

“What…Is that Russian?” she asked Dustin, confused.

He gasped, “Can you speak it?”

She shook her head. The only time she recalled seeing Russian was when it was scribbled messily inside a notebook from one of the kids from the Lab. The language had floated through speakers when El had first made contact with someone on the other side of the world, using her abilities.

“What is going on, exactly?”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication with a radio that I built at camp,” Dustin explained.

“A radio he built to talk to his girlfriend,” Steve added.

“Girlfriend?” Sunshine gasped, glossing over the whole ‘Russian’ thing for a moment.

Dustin grinned. “Yeah! Her name’s Suzie and she’s incredible. I was trying to reach her last night, but instead, I tapped into a frequency that was transmitting the same message on a loop. Now, we’re trying to translate what it’s saying so we can become American heroes.”

Glancing over at Robin, Sunshine raised her brows. “They roped you into this?”

Robin shrugged, looking rather indifferent. “I volunteered. I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“So,” Dustin nudged Sunshine with his elbow. “Do you wanna help? We’ll let you share in our glory.”

She pondered it for a moment, peering at the Russian on the whiteboard. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do, besides deal with her crush on Steve, but he was helping too. Maybe spending even more time with him than normal would ease her nerves.

“Sure. Why not.” What kind of harm could it bring?

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Are you still taking requests for creatures? I love Greek mythology. Oneiroi?

Oh hey anon; sorry it's taken a little while for me to get to your request. This sounded familiar to me and I couldn't place it. Obviously I looked it up, and it was incredibly interesting...but then I realized! (Sorry I'm gonna go off on a tangent for a second.) Persephone calls Hades "Oneiroi" when he appears in her dream in Rachel Alexander's Receiver of Many. Which is a fantastic series and 10/10 recommend.

So I'm gonna take a little inspiration from that book, as well as one of my favorite little animated shorts Somewhere in Dreamland. Hope you enjoy.

Themes/TW: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

September 1984

Eddie was sick.

He didn't get sick often and it was a fact that he often touted about when his friends came down with a cold or the flu.

One time in the third or fourth grade, there was a horrible outbreak of the chicken pox and Eddie had been the only kid in class that didn't succumb to the terrible itching and endure countless oatmeal baths.

It was a bit of a blessing; his mom couldn't have afforded a day off work to take care of him or the penicillin shot at Doc Thomas' office. And once she was gone...well...Wayne and Rick did their best to take care of a healthy Eddie...who knows how much of a burden they would have faced with a phlegmy, puking one.

Now though, it hit him hard. Like 20 years of mediocre luck had run out.

It started with a dry and sore throat; he just wrote it off as having pushed his voice little too hard at the Hideout the night prior. A new setlist, a new song...pretty much an entirely new band. He had been excited.

Then his eyes started to feel dry and crusty; his vision just on the annoying side of strained and blurry. For the first time in his public school education, he wasn't lying when a teacher called on him and he said he was having trouble seeing the board.

By the time he got home, his head was pounding, and he used the last of his willpower to throw a can of chicken noodle soup in the microwave and call you to cancel your date for that night.

He curled himself into a ball on the couch and promptly passed out--didn't even touch his soup--only to wake up to yours and Wayne's voices in his ear and a hand on his forehead.

"...doesn't feel warm but he never gets sick. Maybe I ought to stay?"

Well...he assumed it was Wayne. It didn't really sound like Wayne. Maybe he was sick too.

"As much as he would enjoy the attention, he doesn't need both of us to stay with him. I've got something that'll fix him right up; you go."

"If you're sure?"

Next thing he knew, the front door slammed shut and his eyes cracked open to see a steaming bowl of something in his face.

"Alright you plague-ridden fiend," you teased. "Sit up, I'm not gonna spoon feed you."

"But what if I asked real nice," he groaned and hoisted himself upright.

He took the bowl and inhaled the warm steam coming from within. He'd had this recipe before; something your grandma made you if you were sick or just feeling down as a kid. You made it for him the day after Mickey left for college.

It had been like a healing light shined directly onto his soul.

Craving that feeling again, he practically shoveled the food into his mouth as you moved around the trailer to grab pillows and blankets and other supplies.

"Obviously I was worried when you cancelled," you explained as you roamed about. "I stopped at Bradleys so I could make dinner--there's ice cream too if you're feeling up to it--oh and Family Video...I figured some horror movies but then they had Casper and Friends and I couldn't say no to that. So I got a ton of cartoons. Popeye, Underdog...No Rocky and Bullwinkle. I promise."

"Fuck that squirrel," Eddie groused with his mouth full.

Before long, dinner and dessert had been consumed--the mix of warm and cold did wonders for his sore throat--and he was cradled in your arms on the couch as the otherwise-dark living room glowed from the old Technicolor cartoons on the tv. His arms were around your midsection as he rested his cheek right over your heart; the steady beat of it soothed him.

It was nice. You had your dates, your days out, your time with the guys...but this was different. It was almost as healing as dinner had been.

Comments were shared periodically between the two of you, and when there was a short that didn't particularly interest him, he would close his eyes to rest them.

He enjoyed the feeling of your hand carding through his hair.

Sure enough his headache started to fade.

Before long, a soft little lullaby started playing on screen and you hummed along to it. You were no singer--he teased you about it often; you couldn't carry a tune if your life depended on it--but you must have been familiar with this one if you could match every note instinctually.

Eddie opened his eyes and watched the two cartoon children on screen sing each other to sleep.

"I'll see you somewhere in dreamland," the little boy on screen crooned. "Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

"Do you think you meet the people you've lost...in your dreams?" Eddie asked suddenly. He didn't know where the question came from...or really why he asked it. It just bubbled out of him instinctually and...he felt like sobbing.

"I think so," you answered softly. "How else could they find you? But in your dreams?"

"Over a bridge made of moonbeams. We'll find the clouds are silver lined." The boy's sweet face turned serene.

"Did you know..." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "That in greek mythology...the oneiroi...they control dreams and they live beyond an ivory and silver bridge on Olympus."

"Yeah?"

"Each little star is a castle," the little girl sang. "Shining a welcome so bright."

"Yeah. So I imagine that...that if you lose someone...a bridge like that would be easier for them to find...than the door to your house. Or they would just have to ask the oneiroi would help them."

Tears started leaking from his eyes and he turned his face into the softness of your chest to hide it. You felt him anyway.

"Hey what's this?"

"Sorry my eyes just hurt," he muttered.

You pulled him close to you and muttered sweet, reassuring words.

"Hey! It'll be ok," you whispered into the crown of his head. "It's ok, I'm here. I'm here so you've gotta feel better ok?"

"Don't go."

"I won't. I'm still here; don't cry anymore. Please."

"Please don't go."

The children still sang on the television.

"Dreams will come true for me and you. Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

April 1985

Eddie opened his bleary, leaking eyes.

His vision was blurred but he still could tell he was alone on the couch. The tv was off. A now-cold can of chicken noodle soup left half-eaten on the coffee table.

He was tired, he was angry, he was broken.

"I'm here Eddie, I'm here."

Your voice echoed in his head.

He was alone.

#aasb #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson x reader

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i think a tales of the abyss dragalia event would be good and funny. could you imagine luke and asch being thrown into another world and when they meet euden hes like hoo boy. replicas? ive been there bud.

#.text #dl #IM OBSESSED!!#euden: this guy youre looking for- what does he look like? maybe we could help #luke: he looks like me but with long hair and hes permanently frowning. hed probably kill you if you ever said we look the same though #euden: are you brothers?#luke: ......not technically #euden. insta flashbacks to nedrick: ah #luke and euden instant besties friends forever and ever. mostly because euden is nice and sweet but hes also an idiot.#luke is rowdy and an idiot. so they balance out into two Complete Idiots. add luca to the mix and BAM they just blew up a building #nobody was inside it this time dw (SORRY THAT JOKES NOT FUNNY) (YES IT IS)#on the other hand i think nedrick and asch would meet each other immediately go 'uh oh. recognition in the other'#and then try to beat the shit out of each other.#not because they want to but because one of them says something and asch rolls up his sleeves and go all right thats it #you know like in the popeyes shorts #sorry i like being funny with them its healing in a way. like i can pretend everything is fine #euden voice. ah. youre a replica too? thats rough buddy #luke: the hell do you mean 'too'#i think nedrick and asch would be like bored of each other and then the second either of them realizes the other #thinks theyre Nothing and not worth time theyd be like what the fuck do you mean YAWN #mostly because asch is a lot more angry than nedrick is. like damn that boy can explode #literally so funny its not even just when luke is involved i think hes just eternally angry. though him being angry when #jade talks to him feels valid. bc you know. hes jade #nedrick is just 😑 most of the time though like he hasnt had a nap in 10 years. dude go to sleep you look SICK #nedrick. watching luke asch and euden walk into the room: no. im not dealing with this. get out #i think asch being extremely angry and nedrick being extremely bored is so funny. like theyre both ill but on #opposite sides of the spectrum. luke and euden are mostly the same though #except for the fact luke lets himself be majorly depressed and euden goes haha ^_^ depression i dont know her sorry!#while hes slowly decaying on the inside

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Medea Rants - CARTOONS!!!

I’m taking a break from writing up anime reviews to talk about some news that dropped a few weeks ago that has my mind swarming with so much thought.

A few weeks ago, I’m scrolling through Twitter…I’m still not calling it by its other name and randomly came across this news about a new television channel coming. MeTV Toons. The minute-long video teased all of the old cartoons I used to love watching and still love watching.

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The Flintstones, Scooby Doo, Top Cat, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Underdog, Wally Gator, 2 Stupid Dogs, Johnny Quest, The Jetsons, Yogi Bear, Magilla Gorilla, Speed Racer, Freakazoid, Snagglepuss, Looney Tunes, Popeye, Droopy, Betty Boop, and so, so, so, so, SOOOOOO MUCH MORE!

HISTORY ABOUT METV: Depending on where you live, you might get a combination of different channels in your cable package. MeTV, Antenna TV, Cozi, Catchy Comedy, Get TV, Rewind, etc. Ever since their existence I’ve been drawn to both MeTV and Catchy Comedy (formerly known as Decades). MeTV has been known to play programming ranging from the 1940s to the 1980s give-or-take. It’s like what TV Land used to be like before becoming the MASH and Raymond network. Me personally, I’m usually watching The Three Stooges or All in the Family.

In recent years, MeTV has decided to play cartoons. Not a lot, but enough to gain attention. Ever since they started this, every Saturday morning I’m up watching the cartoons. Because I’m still used to the Saturday morning cartoon setup before it died. Mostly, this consists of Popeye, Tom & Jerry, Woody Woodpecker, and Bugs Bunny/Looney Tunes. On Sundays, they play The Flintstones and Jetsons. During the week, they also aired a show called, “Toon In With ME”. This was an hour-long program where the hosts would play the short cartoons I just mentioned above. I actually only watch this on rare occasions since it always airs when I’m heading off to work. Believe it or not, this program has been a huge hit. So, it’s no surprise that the hosts announced MeTV Toons on their program.

THE CONCEPT OF A 24/7 CARTOON CHANNEL: Cartoon Network and Boomerang. Y’all remember this, right? Back when Cartoon Network first started, it had all of the old cartoons from back in the day. But then, they started doing their own original programming. And that was okay, because we got Cartoon Planet and Space Ghost Coast to Coast out of the deal. Then we got original programming from the Cartoon, Cartoon era. And that was okay, because we got shows like Courage, Billy and Mandy, Powerpuff Girls, and Dexter out of the deal. But then, all of the older cartoons started disappearing and we get some mediocre cartoons out of the deal. Not okay! But also, we got things like Toonami and Adult Swim. So…I’m stuck here.

That’s when Boomerang came in! And that’s all I can tell you because I never got Boomerang in my cable package. BECAUSE XFINITY SUCKS! Apparently, in the early 2000s, all of those older cartoons I’ve mentioned before migrated to the Boomerang channel. It so would have been nice to watch that. I’m still disgruntled about that whole thing. Time passes and both of these channels are unrecognizable. Fast-forward to the 2010’s, Cartoon Network is playing some garbage called Teen Titans GO and Boomerang mostly plays…I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t the old cartoons. Just rehashes. I only came across it if it was playing in the breakroom at work since we had Dish there. Not going to complain that they were playing Pokemon and it just happened to have Tracey on that day.

YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE FROM MY TRACEY OBSESSION HERE! Think again.

Mwahahahaha!

Both channels have become shells of their former selves. And if you want to know the truth, I only watch Cartoon Network for Adult Swim and Toonami. That’s it!

Now that MeTV is doing its own 24/7 cartoon channel, I have so many thoughts in my head. Hopes and dreams, crushing reality thoughts, worry, and so much more. Most of all, I just want to actually see it with my own eyes. I don’t want to relive being 12 years old and seeing my favorite shows plucked off the air and put on a channel that I don’t even get. That’s not cool. I’m too old to be going through emotions I felt at the start of puberty. So, Xfinity! Do a sister a favor and hand over the goods. And MeTV, learn from the past mistakes of Boomerang and Cartoon Network. No original programming! Unless it’s something like Toon in With ME, none of that! Leave that shit to Cartoon Network and Max. And Teen Titans in any capacity must be BANNED! It’s for the greater good.

With that said, here are some scattered thoughts I have with the upcoming MeTV Toons channel.

UNDERDOG: I want to see Underdog. Plain and simple. Not that shitty-ass, bull-shit, pile of Taco Bell toilet leave-behinds movie that Disney made back in 2007. I. WANT. UNDERDOG. The show! Wally Cox saying, “There’s no need to fear, Underdog is here”. THAT! I WANT THAT! I want to see Underdog, Sweet Polly Purebread, Riff Raff, Mooch, Tap-Tap the Chisler, Batty Man, O.J. Squeeze, Rudy Guiliani’s doppleganger Simon Barsinister, Cad, I want to see everyone!

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I ain’t fucking around here. Put Underdog on and LEAVE IT THERE ON THE SCHEDULE. Don’t be fucking with me and having it on for one day and then I never see it again. PLAY IT!

Sorry to get so postal here. But Underdog is my all-time favorite older cartoon. And as you can see by my collection of goodies here, I am a fan.

TIME-STAMP: Seeing all of these old cartoons finally getting a home, you have to ask what’s the cut off of how old the cartoon must be? I seriously would have been fine with them cutting things off at 1989. But then I see surprising entries like 2 Stupid Dogs, Freakazoid, and the cartoon series based off the movie that was based off the comic, The Mask. Wow, that certainly takes me back. Okay, perfect! All of the cartoons played here don’t go past the millennium threshold. This, I can live with. But then…

Xiaolin Showdown too?! Okay, this one was obviously not made in the 90s as it ran on KidsWB from 2003 to 2006. I’m a little excited as it does make me optimistic for more KidsWB programs. But it does make me a little suspicious seeing this one red herring. Nothing against the show at all, I just don’t trust any program after 1999 when you’re seeing the line-up I’m seeing. If it were me, the cut-off time should be this.

This is Christopher Walken dancing in the Fatboy Slim video Weapon of Choice. When this came out should be the cut-off point for any cartoon made to be put on this channel. With Xiaolin Showdown being the exception.

MOVIES: A good idea that Cartoon Network used to do on Saturday nights was play movies. Believe it or not, there are good cartoon movies that were made by people not affiliated with the Disney corporation. Why not do so here? A lot of Don Bluth’s movies used to play like An American Tail, Thumbalina, and Secret of NIHM used to play. Let’s do it here! How about some trippy-ass 60s and 70s movies like Gay Pur-ree and Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure?! A Boy Named Charlie Brown! Yes, do it! MeTV plays that one and Snoopy Come Home during Christmas time, this would be perfect. Hell, add the other two Charlie Brown movies here too. The Chipmunk Adventure! Yes, please!

A lot of the cartoons already on the docket for MeTV Toons have movies. The Jetsons have their own movie. Just stop before you see The Jetsons with the WWE. Tom and Jerry had a movie come out in the 90s. It was weird, but it was at least original. Just stop before you see Tom and Jerry crashing movie classics. Scooby Doo has a plethora of movies. I know the Boo Brothers and the Ghoul School movie has Scrappy Doo, but those were still solid features. Just stop when you see any movie that aired after Y2K. The Flintstones had many that have been made between the 60s and the 90s. This includes a musical, a cross-over, a wedding, and even Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm becoming parents. Seeing all the pictures on the MeTV Toons website put up Fred and Bamm-Bamm from the Christmas Carol movie. So, that gives me hope. Again, just don’t play anything made after 2000.

While you’re at it, try and see if you can get the rights to play The Brave Little Toaster. I promised I wouldn’t bring up anything Disney here, but this movie is very much a Disney film and yet, five years later is still not on Disney+. That’s a fucking crime. Somebody needs to play that classic.

ANIME ON METV TOONS: With this announcement, we saw one of the characters prominently featured in the teasers was Speed Racer. That is definitely an anime despite what we all thought back in the day when we first saw it. Should MeTV stop right there and just keep it with Speed Racer? Believe it or not, I say yes. Shocking, yes. There are so many anime series that could be added to MeTV Toons to bring back other kinds of nostalgia. MeTV Toons is playing shows that came from the KidsWB time. What played back then? Pokemon, Cardcaptor Sakura, and Yu-Gi-Oh! There are shows from FOX Kids time too. What was a show that played there? Digimon! And let’s not forget the Toonami classics like Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Gundam, and Tenchi Muyo. Would love the fuck out of that, but would also feel like it’d be too much and also hard to get as some of the anime companies are hard to negotiate with. Plus, Cartoon Network is actually bringing DBZ and Sailor Moon back.

But if they do put Pokemon on the schedule, I won’t be mad about that.

ADULT PROGRAMMING: I’m not saying to go full-on Adult Swim. Also, no on Squidbillies. I just like this picture. But some adult programming wouldn’t hurt. Excluded would have to be anything owned by Disney/FOX or Paramount. So, as much as I love shows like Daria and The Simpsons, NO! With that said, there are several shows worthy enough to be given a new home. Let’s start with Duckman! No? How about The Critic? If not that, how about Bob and Margaret? Nobody has seen this show for 20 years. Let’s make this happen. How about the short-lived cartoons that aired in the late 90s/early 2000s? The Oblongs, Baby Blues, Mission Hill, and…I hesitate even saying this one, Dilbert. Hesitation because the creator of Dilbert is a bit of a fuck-hole. But the show is okay! Let’s not go too far with adult animation. Fritz the Cat would be too far. And don’t even think about Ren & Stimpy: Adult Party Cartoon. That’s a war crime in and of itself!

CONTROVERSIAL CARTOONS: Make no mistake about it, there are some cartoons that if made today would be cancelled by all kinds of groups. I’m kind of standing in this fork in the road wondering if it should air or not. Obviously the infamous “Banned Eleven” from Looney Tunes should remain that way and for good reason. But…two cartoons do come to mind and why people would find issue with it. First, is Johnny Bravo. You realize that Cartoon Network is doing it’s Checkered Past block and not once did it put Johnny Bravo on there. I think it’s the fact that he’s a womanizer. Like a human Pepe Le Pew! I can see MeTV Toons carrying Johnny Bravo as their parent channel does play Pepe Le Pew cartoons. The other cartoon I’ll mention might not get a warm welcome.

And it’s Batfink! The superhero bat with wings of steel. He’s Batfink! I can’t even begin to tell you how much I loved watching Batfink when it used to air on the short-lived Nickelodeon show, Weinerville. There’s just one itty-bitty, little, tiny thing…okay, it’s a fucking big crater. Batfink’s assistant, Karate. Yeah, that’s a collar-tug. Just look at him. Just listen to him. I can hear every anus clamp shut with this. The good thing about channels like Catchy and MeTV, they do put up disclaimers if they’re about to play something that could be seen as offensive.

HOPES FOR THE LOST MEDIA: I know I have a lot of treasured classics on VHS. Damn shame my old TV/VCR died last year. If you’re wondering how old I am, I’m this old.

I am (this) Disney Black-Diamond logo old. Moving on!

Seeing that this channel is actually bringing The Mask to it’s line-up gives me hope for other pieces of lost media from back in the day. Shows that aren’t on a streaming service, shows that never got a DVD release, and shows you can only find through old VHS copies. From Cartoon Network, there’s Cartoon Planet and all of the cartoons played on O Canada and What A Cartoon Show. From KidsWB, it would be a lot of the short-lived series like Detention, Histeria, and Generation O. And as for FOX Kids, there’s Life With Louie, Peter Pan & the Pirates, and Eek! The Cat.

Hey Medea, aren’t you forgetting the bad side to this? Angela Anaconda ring a bell?

Oh shit. That’s right. We also do run the risk of seeing things like Mega Babies and Angela Anaconda again. I guess this is a take the good with the bad.

AND FINALLY, SHOWS THAT WOULD BE AWESOME TO SEE AGAIN: Yes, what the website has given us has so many twists and surprises. So, I’m going to list off all the cartoons I didn’t see on the teaser and website. Here’s hoping they’ll get another chance to be seen.

The Tick Batman Beyond Time Squad Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law Count Duckula Gerald McBoing-Boing Dudley Do-Right The Banana Splits Bobby’s World Madeline Pee Wee’s Playhouse Camp Candy Static Shock Tennessee Tuxedo Earthworm Jim The Addams Family Hong Kong Phooey The Littles Space Ghost Coast to Coast/Cartoon Planet Life With Louie Alvin and the Chipmunks Sabrina the Animated Series Every property of Charlie Brown and Snoopy (fuck Apple TV+) Gumby Inch High Private Eye The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog/Sonic Underground Commander McBragg

I think I got everything out of my system. Will all of my hopes and wishes come true with the upcoming MeTV Toons. Hell no! But it’ll be nice if one or two of these happen.

#me tv #me tv toons #underdog #the flintstones #the jetsons #space ghost #cartoon network #boomerang #xiaolin showdown #speed racer #Youtube

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