#Let me kick it like it's 1982

[coupleofdays]

We could fight a war for peace

Give in to that easy living Goodbye to my hopes and dreams

Stop flipping for my enemies

We could wait until the walls come down

#tron #tron legacy #tron uprising #Feel it still #Portugal the man #I'm a rebel just for kicks #Let me kick it like it's 1982

[johns-prince]

if you don’t mind, what are some of your favorite soft mclennon moments?

JOHN: I used to try to get George to rebel with me. I’d say to him, “Look, we don’t need these fuckin’ suits. Let’s chuck them out of the window.” My little rebellion was to have my tie loose with the top button of my shirt undone. Paul’d always come up to me and put it straight. [x]

PAUL: There’s a story that I used to straighten John’s tie before we went on stage. That seems to have become a symbol of what my attitude was supposed to have been. I’ve never straightened anyone’s tie in my life, except perhaps affectionately.

The Times Profile of Paul McCartney - 1982 [x]

“And John and Paul thought back to the time they’d been in Paris before. Flat-broke, unable to afford a taxi, without funds for a decent meal. ‘Maybe we’ll buy the Eiffel Tower this time’, said John with a grin.”

“The Beatles in Paris.” Beatles Book Monthly Magazine No. 8 (March 1964). [x]

““Okay, okay,” I said, “don’t go on, John.” I felt a surge of embarrassment because my instrument was the cause of such hilarity. “Look guys, that’s enough. What have you two been doing while we’ve been struggling to get here? I hope you’ve done some practising and got the song list sorted out?” I was getting more and more annoyed as this episode was dragging on. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry Len. Paul and I have got it all sorted out. Haven’t we Paul? Paul! Paul! I said haven’t we Paul?” Paul McCartney looked up with a wry smile and paused. “Tonight will run just like clockwork. I am going to give the audience the best rendition of ‘Guitar Boogie’ they have ever heard this side of Garston.” “Hey, this is a new twist,” I said. “Paul just cracked a joke. He must have a sense of humour after all, John, shall we have him in the group?” John was enjoying the banter as ever. “Yeah, we’ll give him another try and if you don’t get it right this time, Jimmy,” Jimmy (James) was Paul’s first name, “then…” John waited to see the expression on Paul’s face. “Then we’ll,” again a pause, and by this time we were hanging on John’s next words, “then we’ll have to send him for some more guitar lessons!” Paul joined in the laughter and at that we were all back to normal.”

— Len Garry, John, Paul and Me: Before The Beatles. (1997) [x]

“One of my great memories of John is from when we were having some argument. I was disagreeing and we were calling each other names. We let it settle for a second and then he lowered his glasses and he said: “It’s only me.” And then he put his glasses back on again. To me, that was John. Those were the moments when I actually saw him without the facade, the armour, which I loved as well, like anyone else. It was a beautiful suit of armour. But it was wonderful when he let the visor down and you’d just see the John Lennon that he was frightened to reveal to the world.” [x]

“Whatever bad things John said about me, he would also slip his glasses down to the end of his nose and say, ’I love you’. That’s really what I hold on to. That’s what I believe. The rest is showing off.” [x]

“I remember being shocked one day when John started worrying about how people would remember him when he was gone. It was an incredibly vulnerable thing for him to come out with. I said to him then, ‘They’ll remember you as a fucking genius, because that’s what you are. But, you won’t give a shit because you’ll be up there, flying across the universe.’” [x]

“If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him?”  “In bed.” — Paul McCartney answers questions for Q magazine, 1998. [x]

“John and I grew up like twins although he was a year and a half older than me. We grew up literally in the same bed because when we were on holiday, hitchhiking or whatever, we would share a bed. Or when we were writing songs as kids he’d be in my bedroom or I’d be in his. Or he’d be in my front parlour or I’d be in his, although his Aunt Mimi sometimes kicked us out into the vestibule!”

— September 26, 1997, “Paul McCartney - Meet The Beatle” by Steve Richards [x]

“We were recording the other night, and I just wasn’t there. Neither was Paul. We were like two robots going through the motions. We do need each other alot. When we used to get together after a month off, we used to be embarrassed about touching each other. We’d do an elaborate handshake just to hide the embarrassment… or we did mad dances. Then we got to hugging each other.”

— John Lennon, The Beatles by Hunter Davies [x]

Q: “What musician and composer do you respect most?” Paul: “No, I don’t know, really... John Lennon!” John: *mock-shy* “...Paul McCartney.” [x]

conversations with mccartney, paul du noyer [x]

“It was 8:30. I could hear people talking about the likelihood of a storm later on that evening. I can remember hoping that it would clear up before my cycle ride back to Wavertree. Up to now it had been an eventful day but very tiring and as a group, although committed to playing, we all wished that we could pack up and go home. All of us apart from John Lennon. I think that meeting Paul had whetted his appetite and by the time we went on stage for our session at 8:45 he looked refreshed and seemed to have a new sparkle, as though he had had an injection of renewed optimism and enthusiasm as he played and sang through our usual repertoire that evening. […] I went outside for some air and a smoke; John and Pete decided to come with me. We stood outside pulling on our cigarettes, enjoying the breeze that had risen with the oncoming storm. “Do you know, John,” remarked Pete as we stood outside, “I’ve never heard you sound as good as you did just then. I know you’re going to say that I’m not very musical but I could hear the difference. I can see that something’s happened to you. Even the skiffle numbers which I know you’re not that keen on sounded good. You seem to have put more effort into them.” “Pete’s right, John. I couldn’t help noticing it as well,” I said. John was silent for a few minutes, just enjoying his smoke. “I guess someone took the trouble to share what he knew with me and it’s just given me a little encouragement for the future, that’s all.” “Oh I see, you’re getting a little sentimental in your old age, aren’t you,” joked Pete, who had never seen his life-long friend in that light before. “Don’t be thick, Pete,” replied John, who seemed almost back to his normal abrupt self. “Come on, I need a drink.”” — Len Garry, John, Paul and Me: Before The Beatles. (1997) [x]

[x]

Paul's persistence and endless patience for John while he was dealing with the death of his mother Julia:

But Paul seemed to have limitless patience for John, sneaking away from his classes to drink coffee at the Jacaranda coffeehouse, or else spend the afternoon nursing pints and punching rock ‘n’ roll songs on the jukebox at Ye Cracke pub. Certainly, Paul preferred hanging out with his friend to grinding through lectures and assignments at his schoolboy’s desk at the Liverpool Institute. But the hours they spent together held an emotional significance, too. For even if they rarely spoke about the pain of losing their mothers, the mutual feelings of loss—and the rawness of John’s wound—gave them a connection that was as vital as it was unspoken. It was, Paul said later, a “special bond for us, something of ours, a special thing.” … “We could look at each other,” Paul said, “and know.”” 

…

John, however, had other things on his mind. Though the fall of 1958 and well into 1959, John was far too busy engaging in art-school life—if not exactly his studies—to think much about playing in a rock ‘n’ roll band. He had started dating another student, a quiet blonde from the relatively posh Hoylake district on the Wirral, named Cynthia Powell. She proved a warm, stabilizing influence, which helped mitigate John’s ongoing grief and rage.

He had also grown particularly close to one of the school’s most promising students, a blazingly talented painter named Stuart Sutcliffe, whose emotional portraits and densely wrought abstracts had already caught the eye of the university’s instructors, along with the gallery owners, artists and critics who orbited the bohemian section that bordered the campus. John had been drawn to Stu’s talent, too, and when his classmate invited John to move into his large, if downtrodden, flat around the corner from the college in a row of once-elegant homes on Gambier Terrace, the two art students became even closer. The flat became a hub for their college friends, a reliable address for drinking bouts and all-night parties.

 Nevertheless, Paul made certain not to be a stranger. He was a regular around Gambier Terrace, often toting his guitar to spur a little playing and singing, and if circumstance permitted, a bit of songwriting. John remained an eager music fan, and generally enthusiastic partner for playing and singing. But his disinterest in the band, prompted at least in part by his deepening friendship with Stu, frustrated Paul. 

…

John was moving on, and not in a promising direction. George, for his part, had grown sick of waiting and joined the jazz-and-skiffle centered Les Stewart Quartet, though he made it clear to Paul he’d be back with the Quarrymen whenever they resumed playing. Paul, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in playing with anyone else. For whatever combination of emotional or visceral reasons, he couldn’t seem to imagine a musical life that didn’t include John Lennon as his primary partner.

So he persisted, dragging his guitar to Gambier Terrace, making himself a fixture amid the empty beer bottles, overflowing ashtrays, shattered Vicks inhalers, and paint-splattered clothes.

If John didn’t evince any interest in being in a band, Paul would simply wait, guitar at the ready, until he did.

— Peter Ames Carlin, Paul McCartney: A Life [x]

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #just to name a few! #anthology of mclennon

[dduane]

Just finished "So You Want To Be A Wizard" (reading before gifting to a friend's 13 year old), and I can only ask why you didn't write it like, ten years earlier so I could've absolutely obsessed over it like a weirdo.

OTOH, I think I can appreciate the "the lone power is changed in a way that makes reconciliation possible" as a concluding beat now more than I could then.

ALSO ALSO, are you familiar with the roleplaying game Nobilis, by Jenna Moran? As the Lone Power's universe really put me in mind of elements from such.

Well, you know—depending on which edition you were reading—it's always possible I did write it ten years earlier. A lot of people are under the impression that the mid-1990s Harcourt editions of the Young Wizards series kicked off with SYW...'s first publication. But it was written in 1981/1982, and its first edition was published as a Delacorte Press hardcover* in November of 1983—the series birthday we've just been celebrating.

...Then again, if you were reading/rereading from that edition, well, my apologies for being late. But ten years before that I was still in nursing school, and doing the worldbuilding for the universe that would later debut in The Door Into Fire. We've all gotta start somewhere... :)

Meanwhile: no, I didn't know about Nobilis. Thanks for letting me know about it—it sounds interesting.

*Hit the "David Wiesner" tab on this page to see that cover and the ones of the paperback editions that followed.

#So You Want To Be A Wizard #Young Wizards

[marwritesgood]

Leaving Like a Father | S. Harrington

Pairing: Steve x Hopper!Reader*

Timeframe: Seasons 2-3

Summary: [Based on Cardigan - Taylor Swift] Y/n’s resentment towards her father reaches an all-time high just before the battle against the Mind Flayer.

tw: daddy issues

masterlist - PART ONE

*note: this follows the same timeline as ‘CARDIGAN’ but is focused on the reader’s father-daughter relationship with Hopper.

November, 1982

Y/n was half-asleep on the worn-out couch when the sound of heavy footsteps on the front porch made her jolt. She inhaled deeply and sat up straight, before listening closely to the person outside her front door. When she heard keys fumbling and a quiet groan, she quickly realised it was the very person she had staying up for.

After letting out a sight, Y/n push herself up and off the sofa and rubbed her eyes as she approached the front door. She unlocked it and pulled it open before exhaling heavily when she saw her Chief Hopper lying down on top of the doormat, just about passed out.

"Dad," she groaned, kicking his legs just firmly enough to wake him up again. Before he could make a failed attempt at standing up on his own, Y/n bent down and swung one of his arms over her shoulder to help him.

"It's ok... 'm ok, bug," Hopper mumbled as he stepped inside. He pulled his arm away from Y/n and stumbled his way into their home. Even as a drunken mess, he was still as stubborn as he was sober.

"You were supposed to pick me up from work," Y/n reminded him, crossing her arms and frowning. She knew she shouldn't have taken his word for it, but considering what day it was, she allowed herself to do so once more.

It ended the same way it always did, her being disappointed and alone.

"I'm sorry, bug," Hopper huffed, placing his hand on the couch to stabilise his feet enough to turn around and face his daughter. "There was um... there was a holdup at the uh... at the station."

Y/n watched him closely. He didn't really think she would buy that? Even from across the room, she could smell the alcohol and tobacco remnants. She sighed and uncrossed her arms, too tired to react. Instead, she turned to the dining table and the empty plate she set specifically for him.

"There's some food leftover if you're hungry. I made enough for both of us... like I said I would," Y/n explained deflatedly, unable to hide the trace of disappointment in her tone.

He promised her this time would be different. That they would have dinner together like they did when there was four of them in that house. Y/n quickly regretted ever believing him.

"Not tonight, bug," Hopper sighed, not even stopping to acknowledge his sorrowful daughter and the table she had meticulously set hours ago.

Y/n took a few steps towards him as he approached his bedroom, but before she could even mutter a plea, her father slammed his door shut and twisted the lock immediately after.

Any other night, she would have burst into quiet tears, but not that night. She had no more tears left in her, much less any hope that things would be different. Instead, she turned back to the food she had laid out and began putting it away, with it, the plates and cutlery and any faith she once had of a conversation with her dad that didn't end in disappointment.

Once the table was clear and the kitchen was somewhat tidy, Y/n pulled out the box of cupcakes she kept in the refrigerator as well as the candle she left on the bench. She sat alone at the table and put the candle on one of the cupcakes before igniting it with one of the many lighters her dad left lying around the house.

After inhaling once, Y/n closed her eyes and spent her one birthday wish praying, by some miracle, her dad would still be home by the time she woke up and not passed out in front of a bar with an empty pill container and beer bottle in the cup holder of his battered truck.

Even after years of disappointment and having to figure out things for herself, Y/n could not yet bring herself to hate the shell of a man her father had become. Although it was clear to her that he was never going to be the caring and reliable father she desperately needed him to be for so long, in the midst of it all, Y/n was still his daughter.

"Happy birthday, bug," she whispered to herself, hoping it would give her a fraction of the comfort it would if he at least said it before slamming his door in her face, but to no avail. After putting the cupcakes back and dragging herself to bed, hoping to get at least a few hours of rest before school.

***

September, 1984

Y/n stifled a yawn as she waved goodbye to Steve before turning back to her door and letting herself in. Her closing shifts at the video store always left her feeling eager to collapse into her beloved bed. As she turned the doorknob and pushed, she was startled to see their kitchen a mess and living room sofa occupied by her dad and El, sound asleep.

She carefully stepped inside and gently closed the door behind her. There was an empty packet of chips on the coffee table and the remote seemed to have fallen out of Hopper hands and onto the carpeted floor assumably when he fell asleep.

It had become a sort of tradition for him and El to watch tv together on Friday nights in the months following her living with them. It was a tradition that left Y/n feeling agitated and conflicted.

She approached their messy dining table and tried her best not to read too much into it. Tried her best not to pay attention to the way her Dad managed to sober up and take on less hours at the station just to keep El company. Tried her best not to feel to envious and bitter every time she glanced back at the two of them; at the quiet smiles on both their faces despite their state of slumber.

Y/n tried not to wonder what that must have felt like, knowing that trail of thought would only leave her in tears.

After clearing the table, she packed away the food left on the bench back into the refrigerator and pantry, she heard her dad groan. Y/n turned to the couch and saw him stretch his arms out, letting loose a yawn before noticing the now clean dining table and his eldest standing in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, you're home," he chuckled softly, rising from the couch but not without ensuring his movement did not disturb El.

It was still unsettling for Y/n to see him act with such consideration. He had somewhat sobered up in just over a matter of months and transformed into a half-decent example of a father. He had become exactly what Y/n hoped he would be, but it wasn’t for her sake. It was for El’s.

"How was work?"

Hopper approached the his eldest in the kitchen, thought his eyes remained glued on his youngest right until his calloused hands felt the cool surface of the kitchen bench top.

"Fine," Y/n answered shortly, before dusting her hands off and reaching gratefully for the cardboard box left on the edge of the counter. She never had enough time to pick up dinner after a closing shift and hoped Hopper finally remembered. "You and El had pizza?"

As she began opening the box she looked up at her dad, only to witness him avert his eyes and attention once more. Even in her sleep, Y/n thought. She promptly shrugged it off as her growling stomach demanded her attention.

"Yeah, we did,” her father chuckled. “She came up with funniest name for pepperonis-"

Hopper’s words were cut short when he turned back to Y/n and watched her stare at the empty pizza box with stifled disappointment. He sighed, suddenly remembering the promise he made to save enough food for her to have for dinner when she got home.

"I'm sorry we completely forgot-"

"It's fine,” Y/n snapped, before inhaling sharply and deciding to once again bite her tongue. She softened her expression and met Hopper’s guilty eyes. “I was gonna go to bed anyways."

He knew she was lying but didn’t see the point in call her out on it. It’d likely end in another argument and it’d been a while since their last. Hopper didn’t want to go back there.

"Oh ok,” he nodded, watching her closely as she left the kitchen and headed for her bedroom. He contemplated not saying anything further but, just as she reached for the doorknob, he threw caution to the wind. “Goodnight, bug.”

Hopper couldn’t remember the last time he’d said that to her. Y/n couldn’t either. Perhaps that was why she froze for a moment and, against her better judgement, glanced over her shoulder.

“Night dad,” she replied quietly.

Before turning to the empty bed she’d spent the last five hours yearning for, Y/n pushed her bedroom door behind her, making sure to leave a small gap. It was a silly rule that she never previously cared enough for to follow diligently, but on nights like these she didn’t care enough to wilfully defy it.

As she shifted things around her room whilst getting ready to sleep, Y/n peeked a quick glance into the living room, curious as to whether or not her father was still there. She felt herself freeze again, but this time the feeling in her stomach was far from pleasant.

Y/n watched with an involuntary frown as Hopper placed a blanket over El while she continued to sleep soundly on the living room couch. He was so attentive and thoughtful with her. So loving and affectionate even when she was not awake to appreciate it.

Had he always been capable of being that way or did El bring out a fatherly side in him he never felt obliged to show when it was just her? Y/n’s stomach turned. She was unsure whether she wanted to scream or burst into tears.

Before she could make a conscious, her hand flew and slammed the door shut completely.

***

June, 1985

Y/n slammed the front door shut and sped across to the kitchen, too determined to get to the refrigerator to let the sting of her tears and her blurred vision hinder her. Thankfully, she had dipped into her hidden stash of ice cream enough times to do it by muscle memory alone.

Get the ice cream, get the spoon, take the lid off and indulge. Just like always, only this time Y/n hugged the ice cream tub to her chest and raced to her bedroom. She wanted to sink into the comfort of her beloved bed and not get up until absolutely necessary.

After kicking her shoes off her feet and tossing her bag and jacket aside, she sat on her bed. However, just before she fully lie down and being her wallowing process, her bedroom door was pushed open and El cautiously stepped in.

“Y/n? Are you ok?”

She held he hands behind her back and didn’t take a step further, not until she was sure she was wanted. Y/n sighed as she contemplated putting on a brave face so El wouldn’t worry, before ultimately realising she now knew her well enough to see through such lies. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

“… No,” Y/n admitted, sniffling as she scooped another spoonful of ice cream. “Not really, El.”

She was a pitiful mess. It was clear as day. Even so, admitting she was hurting bruised the fragile ego and pride Y/n had worked so hard to maintain. Somehow she preferred it happened in front of El as opposed to just about anyone else.

“Can I stay? Or do you want to be alone?”

El knew from observation that Y/n often liked to be alone in her room when she was upset or angry. It was a detail easy to deduce after watching Hopper get ignored or turned away anytime he tried to apologise for to her something, which happened rather frequently. El was so sure this time was no different, so she stood in the doorway ready to back away.

Much to her surprise, Y/n offered a small and gracious smile before patting empty spot on her bed beside her. El grinned before assuming her spot, revealing the spoon she held behind her back just in case she got the chance to eat Y/n’s special ice cream with her.

“Did something happen?”

El was not oblivious to Y/n’s puffy eyes and wet cheeks. She had never seen Y/n cry before. She felt a strange urge to find out who was responsible and find a way to telepathically torment them.

“Steve and I broke up,” Y/n explained, her voice shaky. She tried to think a child-friendly way of explaining the reason to El. “He… kissed another girl. And it turns out he’s been lying to me about it for a while.”

El’s nostrils flared. She hated lying. However, it became clear to her that she hated seeing her big sister upset even more. Now she hated Steve for being the reason for it. Why did boyfriends lie?

“Boys are dumb,” El grumbled.

“They really are,” Y/n groaned.

“Max says when boyfriends lie, you give him the medicine and dump his ass.”

Y/n furrowed her brows and looked up at El who held her head high with a small smirk. They stared at each other silently before bursting into fits of laughter simultaneously.

As they recovered and began scooping out more ice cream, Y/n pondered as to why Max would give El that advice. Maybe they both needed her secret tub of chocolate ice cream fro similar reasons.

“Did something happen with you and Mike?”

The young girl nodded her head as she scooped a spoonful of ice cream. She was beginning to understand why Y/n always kept a tub hidden in their freezer.

“There was no nana,” El explained, knowing Y/n would understand what she meant. After establishing their ‘sisters dont tell secrets’ pact, El confided in her sister about almost everything. “Mike lied to me.”

“So did you dump his ass?” Y/n smirked.

Her younger sister nodded her head and laughed as she recounted the moment it happened. She felt so exhilarated.

“Good,” Y/n smiled as she scraped the sides of the now half empty ice cream tub. “We deserve boyfriends who tell us the truth.”

Y/n hoped saying it would convince her and provide her some ounce of comfort. That maybe then she’d start to believe the downfall of her relationship with Steve started and ended with him. But there was a small part of her that felt discontent with that. A small part that questioned if there was something she did or didn’t do that landed her in the position she was now in.

Luckily, before she could trail further into that rabbit hole, El continued to talk to her about how dumb boys could be. Y/n never thought she’d be so grateful her plans for a quiet night alone got disrupted. El was good company.

By the time Hopper got home from the station, he was puzzled by quiet. Instinctively, he went to check El’s room first and was surprised to see all but an empty bed. However, when he walked past his eldest’s room, he stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of them sleeping.

He couldn’t help but smile.

The following morning, Y/n woke up extra early just so she could make a phone call out to the Wheeler residence. She knew she needed to give herself at left a good twenty minutes to explain everything that had happened to Nancy.

After their conversation, she raced to the bathroom and got ready as quickly as she could. Hopper wasn’t working until the afternoon, so she hoped it meant she could leave without having to respond to his interrogation.

Just in case, she donned a pair of sunglasses in an attempt to hide her eyes that were still puffy from all the crying she did the night before and in the shower that very morning.

As she exited her room and headed for the kitchen, she saw her dad standing by the phone. Before she could reach the kitche table, where El sat quietly with a bowl of cereal, Hopper held the phone out to his eldest.

“Y/n, Steve’s on the phone,” he explained.

Y/n wore a sarcastic smile that only El saw for its true nature. Hopper was none the wiser. The younger girl took a spoonful of cereal and paid close attention to her older sister, curious to see what she would do next.

“Oh he is?”

The older girl approached their telephone just as her dad backed away and retreated to his seat at the table and his plate of eggs and bacon. Y/n held the phone to her chest and turned to her little sister.

“El, block your ears,” she ordered. The younger girl did so without a hesitation nor any follow up questions. Y/n finally brought the phone to her ear and confronted her ex. “Go fuck yourself!”

She slammed the phone down so aggressively, Hopper was surprised nothing broke. He watched with concern as Y/n approached the refrigerator silently, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Um… are you feeling ok, bug?”

Hopper studied his eldest daughter closely. He had a feeling her spontaneous decision to wear sunglasses was more calculated than it appeared. Y/n poured herself a glass of orange juice and bit into a piece of plain toast.

“I’m fine,” Y/n asserted as he chewed. She glanced at the clock and took a sip of her juice. “I just need to eat something fast. Nancy and Jonathan will be here soon.”

“Steve’s not picking you up?”

El widened her eyes in terror and tried her best to silently communicate to him that it was in his best interest he stop asking follow-up questions.

“Obviously not if Jonathan and Nancy are going to be here soon!” Y/n retorted, irritated by her dad’s questions just as El suspected. “Are you even listening to me?”

Hopper turned to El and narrowed his eyes as the young girl shook her head rapidly, clearly warning him to leave the older girl alone. Despite El’s best attempts, their father remained relentleess.

“You know, if there’s something going on, I’m here if you wanna-“

“Oh my god, dad, I’m fine!” Y/n yelled, putting her dishes in the sink just roughly enough to make a sound that punctuated her annoyance.

If it had been anyone else interrogating her about why she was acting differently, perhaps Y/n wouldn’t respond with such aggression. But this was her father. The man who once went weeks without speaking a word to her. The man who had the nerve to voice his disapproval of her dating Steve as if his judgement of character meant anything to her.

She wasn’t ready to let him know how she was feeling, nor was she ready to admit that Steve wasn’t the stand up guy she insisted he was.

“I’m perfectly fine,” Y/n repeated, her voice all the more irritated. “Do I not seem fine to you? El, do I not seem fine?”

“She’s fine,” El agreed immediately, not missing a beat.

“See, I’m fine!”

Hopper gulped, completely taken aback. There was clearly something his daughter knew that he didn't but before he could make another failed attempt at getting a straight answer out of Y/n, Nancy and Jonathan arrived to pick her up and take her to her morning shift.

He waited until she closed the door behind her before turning to his youngest. Hopper hoped El's distaste for liars would mean she would finally give him the truth. The young girl continued to eat her cereal, oblivious to Hopper's attentive eye.

“El," he began, narrowing his eyes. "Did something happen between Steve and Y/n?”

El chewed slowly before looking up at Hopper, who studied her closely. He was so sure she was about to cave and tell him everything. But instead, she shrugged.

“Sisters don’t tell secrets.”

***

July, 1985

Y/n sat at an empty table of the Starcourt mall's food court and sipped the water bottle Steve had gotten her. He was saying something about how there was no telling if the truth serum had completely worn off yet, until he realised Y/n's attention was elsewhere.

She watched from a distance as Hopper put a bandaid on the small cut long El's temple. She continued to study the two of them as he seemingly said something comforting to her before pulling her in for a hug. She hoped that after a year of sitting on sideline and watching her dad look after El it wouldn't affect her as much as it used to. But it still stung just harshly. It still hurt just as bad.

"Hey," Steve whispered, placing his hand on Y/n's wrist. Finally she looked away. "You ok?"

It was his attempt at testing to see if the truth serum had worn off yet. Before Y/n could lie through her teeth and cast her feelings aside, she involuntarily spoke as she rose from her seat.

“Obviously not," she muttered quietly before heading towards the portion of the foodcourt everyone else was gathered at. Steve followed her closely, concerned about what the truth serum would do to her.

As they listened in on what the goal was and the different groups everyone was splitting off into, Steve's attention remained with Y/n. There was something about her demeanour that made him anxious.

Even as she approached El and hugged her tightly, Steve's worries persisted. He was the only person Y/n confided in about her conflicted feelings towards her dad and towards El. For this reason, he was the only one who noticed the way she suppressed her resentment.

As Y/n pulled away from her little sister, she started to brace herself for the mission ahead. However, her train of though was quickly interrupted as Hopper approached her with knitted brows.

“You’re not staying with El?” He asked in disbelief, a hint of anger in his tone that took Y/n by surprise. He had a real knack for making her feel she was constantly doing something wrong.

“No, I’m gonna go with Steve."

Y/n hadn't realised she needed to justify her decision to Hopper. When he responded with a loud and incredulous scoff, she felt her blood begin to boil.

“Bug, c'mon... you can't be serious.”

“What are you trying to say?” Y/n questioned.

“You’d rather go into the woods with the guy who broke your heart than stay here and look out for your sister? Don’t you think she could use your support?”

Of course Y/n wanted to support El in every way she could, but she didn't have the stomach to watch El battle the mind flayer. She already had her fair share of traumatic experiences and witnessing her loved ones get hurt. Not to mention, Y/n knew nothing about defeating an inter-dimensional beast. However, she did know a thing or two about speeding through Hawkins with only half a tank of gas.

"She'll be ok, dad," Y/n stated sincerely, trying to level with him. He was not the only one worried about El, but he too knew he could be more helpful is he went instead of staying.

"She's 14," Hopper retorted.

"She has supernatural powers," she rebutted, growing annoyed with his insinuation that she was abandoning El. He, of all people, should know what actual abandonment looks like. "And Nancy and Jonathan will be with them."

"Y/n," Hopper warned as she turned around and attempted to leave.

She whipped back around and huffed. Perhaps it was the truth serum or finally being fed up, but she had no urge to stifle her feelings any longer. Steve and El watched with concern.

"What exactly do you expect me to do, dad?" She asked angrily. "Jump in front of the fucking mind Flayer for her?"

Y/n watched as her dad struggled to muster a straight answer. It was unsurprising but still all the more hurtful and enraging. El stepped forward, unable to stand idle and watch the two of the most important people in her life argue over her. Only it wasn't just about El. It was about so much more.

"Hopper I'll be ok,” the young girl assured. “It's ok.”

"It's not ok," Hopper shook his head, his angry and disapproving eyes never leaving Y/n. While he didn't want to fight with his eldest daughter, he couldn't just let it go. "C'mon bug, I thought I raised you to-"

"Raised me?" Y/n repeated, her eyes widened and fist clenched. There was not more tiptoeing around the elephant in the room. No more thinking carefully about her words. All she saw was red, as all her pent up resentment bubbled to the surface. "I'm sorry, since when did coming home drunk every night and disappearing in the morning qualify as raising someone?"

"Are you really gonna drudge up the past when we're in the middle of a crisis?"

Y/n scoffed. Of course he would dismiss what he did and he feelings about it. Of course he would try and convince her to put a cork in it so he could go on living in oblivion. Of course it was easy for him to forget how cruel he was. He wasn't the one who had to stay sober through it all.

“Look, I get that you care more about El than you do about me-“

"That's not true!" Hopper denied immediately.

"Oh, it’s not?” Y/n hissed, convinced he was either in denial or lying to save face in front of El and Joyce. “She gets a fatherly pep talk and a hug, and all I get is you yelling at me for not volunteering to become her human body shield.”

Hopper furrowed his brows, feeling blindsided by his daughter's outburst. He thought they were fine. He thought he was finally making progress with her.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Where is this coming from?" Y/n roared. "It's coming from you leaving me to fend for myself for years... a-and you adopting El and being a better dad to her in a year than you were to me. Ever.”

She thought of the way he justified taking El in to her. How he described her as being just a kid who was on her own. The frustration she felt leaving that conversation was soul crushing. If not for Steve talking her down afterwards and cheering her up with ice cream, she would likely torn her room to shreds.

"I didn't get eggos, o-or encouraging words or meals together. And I never ev-” Y/n's breath hitched as she felt tears begin to pool in her eyes. All while thinking of the one thing she wanted from him, after everything that happened. “I never even got an apology... Or a thank you for putting up with all your shit."

She was lucky to get even a conversation with him. Most days he passed through their house like a silent zombie, and not someone who had a responsibility to look after her.

"And now what?" Y/n cried. "You want me to get killed trying to save El? Is that it? Would that make it easier for you to continue on being father of the century?”

“You know that’s not true,” Hopper winced. She had to know that wasn't true. Losing another one of his daughters was the last thing he could ever want. Y/n shook her head and lowered her voice.

“What I know is that it’s really ironic when you make digs at Steve for hurting me, because that’s exactly what you’ve been doing for most of my life.”

She watched his expression as it twisted and morphed into something she hadn't seen in a long long time. Not since the day they got the phone call from the hospital.

Steve studied Y/n closely, dumbfounded by how quickly her argument with Hopper escalated. He wondered how much of it was due to the truth serum still evident in her system. He, along with everyone else standing in the foodcourt, hoped that it was finally over. That she wouldn't take thing any farther.

She considered ending the conversation and leaving. But there was one last thing weighing heavily on her chest. The one thought she spent years suppressing. Without another moment's deliberation, Y/n threw caution to the wind.

"You know I used to wish I had died with them," she confessed quietly. "-with mom and Sara."

Hopper's face went pale. That was the one topic they never discussed. The one line they both silently agreed to never cross. Y/n was sick of his stupid rules. In that moment, she didn't care how her words would affect him. She just knew how she felt and had no will left to bite her tongue and fake a smile.

"Now, I wish it had just been you instead."

The room fell silent as Y/n turned her back to her dad and sped towards the parking lot. She didn't care for any rebuttal he might have had. She didn't care for the horrified look on his and everyone else's face. She was certain it needed to be said.

"Steve," Hopper called out, prompting the young man to stop and face him, terrified and concerned about what he would say next. The older man sighed defeatedly. "Keep her safe... Please."

It was the only thing he could do and perhaps the only right thing left to say. He always struggled when it came to words, and clearly his actions were quite questionable as well. Maybe the best thing he could do for his eldest daughter was hope she would survive the night safely and pray that, come morning, he'll be able to start rectifying everything he did wrong.

However long it would take.

When Steve caught up to his ex girlfriend, he knew better than to ask her how she was coping. The determined look in her eyes and her stoic demeanour on the drive to the hills was enough for him to know it was in his best interest not to pry. He couldn't help but wonder if she had truly meant to say all that she did, or if she felt some semblance of remorse now she was looking back at it. But Y/n had no regret in that moment. Not one ounce. However, the regret would come later that night, when everyone returned to Starcourt.

Everyone but Hopper.

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I Think I Love You (Joe Elliott x Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all, as promised here's the Joe one shot. Feeling super nervous rn, considering this is the first time I’ve posted my writing on here. I'd love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my writing. I'm open to any and all constructive criticism and encourage it! Anyways… I won't keep stalling for any longer. I hope y’all enjoy this one!!

Warnings: Mentions/references to making out/smut but nothing actually explicit happens.

Ps, if you really want to feel the vibe of this one shot I'd suggest listening to "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family while reading this💗

With love, Kris<3

-

Sheffield, 1982

I'm sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

Like all at once I wake up

The poor guy had been tossing and turning all night.

Joe couldn't get his mind off of you.

Just the thought of you disrupted his sleep.

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

In his eyes you were perfect. You were the only girl in the world he wanted. Of course that also meant you were the one girl, who in his eyes, had got away. The one he could never have. Why? Because you were his best friend.

For months upon months he was stuck in this endless cycle.

It went a little something like this:

He'd think about you so much so that he'd convince himself that he had to go tell you.

Then he'd work up the courage to say it.

He'd find the perfect time to confess but then start to reconsider his choice. He always would hold it back when he decided it wasn't a good idea after all.

He'd then go back to thinking about how perfect of a moment it would've been and mentally kick himself for not saying a thing.

And the cycle would repeat.

It went on and on and on.

Before I go insane

As a result of this, he hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while.

That night was different though.

I hold my pillow to my head

Something had finally snapped.

And spring up in my bed

He had known how he felt for a long time. But he had never actually come to terms with the gravity of it.

Screaming out the words I dread

I think I love you

All at once it hit him like a brick wall. He realized he truly loved you.

-

On the rare occasion that your best friend felt brave he'd indirectly hint at something more. After a while of not getting any knowing looks from you he just assumed that you were oblivious to all of his side comments. You in fact were not.

After a while you started to get impatient with him.

You wanted to shout it out loud, right in his face, "Dear God Joe just ask me out already!"

Recently those side comments from Joe had stopped. You would've said something to him if he hadn't stopped. But now you weren't even sure if he still cared, or if he had just given up and moved on. It would be stupid to lose your friendship over this. So you stayed quiet just to be safe.

It was a shocker to both you and everyone else how you two hadn't gotten together already.

There were so many signs. It was only a matter of time.

-

This morning

I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

Another night of restless sleep had gone by. It was worse than usual, so much so that by dawn he had already come up with a plan.

He knew what he had to do. He was going to tell you the only way he could. In the only unique love language he knew, through music.

If he was gonna do it, it had to be big and flashy. Joe wouldn't have it any other way.

He couldn't let his feelings lie dormant anymore. No, he thought, this time will be different. This time I won't back out.

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself

And never talk about it

He had kept his feelings to himself for the past few years. Joe wanted to tell you, he really did. But in the back of his mind he worried about ruining the relationship you guys already had.

Joe loved you so much that he was willing to hide his feelings just so you wouldn't walk out on his life. He didn't want to lose you over some feelings he had. Ones that he couldn't guarantee you'd reciprocate. So, he believed it was best to keep it to himself.

And did not go and shout it

When you walked into the room

I think I love you

Joe didn't just think, he knew.

Joe was dead set on what he had to do. He just needed to get a few things sorted. First off was getting the guys on board with it.

-

Joe gathered his closest friends together. They were less like bandmates and more like brothers to him. He knew they would help him out. All it would take was a bit of convincing.

"Can you please help me out?" Joe pleaded.

He assured them about his plan.

"It's just one, and it'll be real quick."

"Alright, fine," the bassist answered for them all, "What song is it anyways?"

Joe told them his song of choice and they all gave him odd looks.

Sav cocked an eyebrow at the song choice.

"The Partridge Family? Are you serious?"

Phil chimed in, "You really think a band like us should be playing a song like that?"

Steve rested his hand on his head, "Everyone's going to make fun of us."

Joe tried to defend his choice, "You know it can't be that bad. We're playing in a pub for god's sake. It's not like the whole world's gonna be there."

The rest of the guys seemed unconvinced.

"Come on guys, you said you'd help me. Please?"

He kept on.

"Just help a bloke out, alright?"

And on.

"Please I promise I'll never ask for anything ever again."

Rick half-whispered to Sav.

"You know he's never gonna let it up. Not until we say yes at least."

Sav knew he was right. Joe wouldn't stop bugging them until they agreed.

"Okay fine, but it's only one song."

Joe nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm yeah, just one."

It was settled, they would help. Now all that was left was to get you there.

-

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

The thought of telling you was exciting to him, yet terrifying.

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

His heart raced as he drove over to your place.

I think I love you

Joe was already cheery about just the thought of you going.

Isn't that what life is made of?

He hadn't felt this excited over something in a long time.

As he pulled onto your street he tapped on the steering wheel. It was due to the mix of both the pure joy of excitement and an ever growing anxious feeling that was building up inside.

Though it worries me to say

That I've never felt this way

-

Believe me

You really don't have to worry

"You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," you answered with a wide smile, "You guys go on at eight, right?"

God he loved your smile. It could light up any room.

He melted just looking at you. Anytime you spoke to him he lost all train of thought.

You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

"Joe?"

"Oh- um, yeah. Eight, we'll be on then."

I only wanna make you happy

After you said yes he began going through that same cycle again. He started doubting his whole plan. Wondering if it would work or not.

There was no way he could back out now though. For the past few days they'd been practicing that song, not stopping until Joe felt satisfied with the final product.

He wondered if you would stick around after all of this.

Would you tell him to "beat it" and move on with your life without him? Or would you stay there by his side?

And if you say, "Hey, go away"

I will

Joe crossed his fingers, hoping for the best outcome possible.

But I think better still

I'd better stay around and love you

He was determined to make sure you stayed.

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

Tomorrow night he'd get the long awaited answer to that question.

I think I love you

-

You arrived early, wanting to make sure you were right up front. This is what you always did. It was your way of showing Joe you cared. You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the small stage, waiting for them to come out.

Meanwhile Joe was there fixing himself up in their tiny dressing room, (if you could even call it one). It was fairly small. The owner had "renovated" one of their small back rooms into a "dressing room".

He stood in front of the vanity mirror fluffing out the rest of his hair. Joe was doing any and everything in his power to keep his mind off of the plan. He looked at his reflection as he told himself to just smile and hope for the best. Whatever happens happens, it was no longer in his control anymore.

After waiting for what felt like forever the guys finally came out on stage. As Joe got on he stopped in front of you and sent you a quick smile before turning his attention to the other patrons of the bar.

You cheered along the whole time as they went through their usual set list. It didn't matter how many times you'd seen them, you were always captivated by their showmanship.

Time always seemed to fly by whenever you watched them play.

By now you had memorized their set list and were almost sure they were closing out now, having just played Wasted. They always saved it for last and were just about ready to leave.

That was before Joe had something to say.

The cheering in the room died down as Joe placed the mic back in its stand. He adjusted it right to his level, getting ready to speak.

"We have one last song for you all tonight. We're gonna take a little change of pace if that's alright with you."

He took a glance around at his bandmates, giving them all a quick nod before adding on.

"This one goes out to a very special someone. Someone who means the world to me."

His eyes drifted down to the people in the front row, moving one by one until eventually landing onto you.

"This is for you, Y/N."

Taking one last deep breath in he calmed himself before counting the guys in.

All of them started in, "Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba."

You giggled at the ridiculousness of it before fully realizing the gravity of this song.

You knew what it was the second they sung the first line.

You hadn't heard it in such a long time and had practically forgotten about it, forgotten how much you loved it. It was always one of your favorites, and Joe had known that for a while now.

All thoughts completely left your mind when Joe began to sing.

"I'm sleeping,

And right in the middle of a good dream,

Like all at once I wake up,

From something that keeps knocking at my brain,

Before I go insane,

I hold a pillow to my head,

And spring up in my bed,

Screaming out the words I dread."

The rest of the guys joined in on the next line.

"I think I love you!”

This was his confession.

His eyes couldn't help but drift towards you.

"I think I love you."

While preforming Joe tried to keep his attention with the rest of the audience equal, but he kept on letting his eyes go back to you, like some sort of magnet that couldn't be pulled apart.

If him dedicating this song to you wasn't the most obvious thing, you'd say his looks alone were enough to tell you that this was for you.

You couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at your lips. Your cheeks started to feel sore from the excessive smiling.

"So what am I so afraid of?"

Every time his eyes caught yours you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for."

Joe really did care about you, deep down inside he did, he always did.

Soon the song came to a close with their repeated "I think I love you's" becoming more and more quiet as they faded off.

They all came front and center, taking a short bow together as the crowd in the bar cheered them on.

The girl next to you had to have already been out of it.

"You're a lucky girl, huh?" she practically yelled into your ear. You couldn't blame her though, she was standing directly in front of an amplifier the whole time.

It snapped you out of the trance you seemed to have slipped into.

"Oh-uh yeah," you smiled.

"Look," she said, swinging her arm to point at the guys in front of you.

The rest of them were making their way off, leaving through the stage left.

Joe was the last one still up there.

You stayed staring at him in disbelief, not even knowing what to do. He had finally said it... or well sung it, same difference. What was there you could do?

He tilted his head to your right gesturing off to the side of the stage, to what you only could assume led to their dressing room.

He flashed you a quick smile before sending a subtle wink your way.

If it was anybody else, you'd say you were surprised by their actions, but for Joe? Well that's a different story.

With both of her hands the girl next to you latched onto your arm.

"Ooh looks like someone's gettin' some action tonight!"

Your cheeks flushed red and you prayed to god no one else heard.

Immediately you turned to Joe, hoping he hadn't heard the girl's remark.

His eyes darted away from you. Before Joe left you saw him trying to suppress his chuckling, but ultimately failing. His smug smile was the last thing you saw as he walked off the stage.

Of course he had to have heard it, why wouldn’t he?

The girl let go of you when you told her you had to leave. She told you something along the lines of, "Have fun tonight!" before you left.

You went around the corner finding the door that you guessed led backstage. The door was locked from the inside and there was no way of getting in. You didn't worry though, knowing that the guys would come out soon enough.

After a couple minutes of waiting by the door an ecstatic Rick swung it open. The rest of the guys shuffled their way out, but with their lead nowhere in sight.

You turned your attention towards the last member to come out.

"Is he?"

"Third door to the right," Sav answered before you could even finish asking your question.

"Thanks."

He gave you a warm smile, still holding the door open for you, letting you slip through to the back hallway.

"See you in a bit," he said, letting the door shut behind you.

Even though there was no reason to, you counted to yourself as you passed by each of the doors.

One...

Two...

You felt your heart race as you got closer to the last one.

...Three

You stood there for a moment trying to see if you could hear anything on the other side. You didn't and knew it was time to stop stalling.

After taking a deep breath to compose yourself you rested your hand on the cool doorknob.

Here goes nothing.

You slowly opened the door as quietly as you could and after shutting it watched the scene play out before you.

He stood there in front of a vanity mirror facing away from you. He hadn't noticed you but you could see his face clear as day through the reflection.

Joe was humming a tune while brushing his hair. You immediately recognized what song it was.

He was humming the one he had just played. His tone was full of pure joy.

Once he was done he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shape it some more.

The man in front of you looked fine already but seemed to be getting ready for something more.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt before picking up a small bottle of cologne. Adding just a spray to his neck and one to his wrist before turning around.

Joe's humming abruptly stopped and his eyes widened.

"Oh… you're here?"

You'd been caught staring.

At this point any embarrassment that you could have had got washed away whenever he decided to dedicate that song to you.

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't be," he cut you off.

He set the bottle down and slowly approached you, seeming to take his time with it.

You watched carefully as he took every painfully slow step.

You didn't know where to start, but knew you had to say something.

"You guys were great."

"Thank you."

You had to bring it up, you couldn't bare to wait any longer.

"That song you played. Did you?"

You stopped, taking a quick glance around, noting that it was just the two of you in the room, before finishing.

"Did you really mean that?"

His gaze softened at the question.

"Yes."

He paused before stepping closer, leaving barely any room between the two of you.

"I meant every word of it."

Your heart sped up with every word he spoke.

"Y/N I mean it."

His hand moved up to tuck the loose hair behind your ear.

"I think I love you."

You had been longing to hear those words for such a long time. Never in your lifetime did you think it would happen, but it finally did.

He said that to you, and you only.

After all this time, you heard those three words you loved the most.

"I love you."

His hand moved down to cup the side of your face. You lightly nudged your face against his warm palm. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, wanting to smell more of the cologne that rested on his wrist.

When you opened your eyes his hand moved down to carefully tilt your chin up.

Your eyes faced him now.

"I love you too."

This was the moment. The moment you waited forever for.

Heart racing and eyes wide you both slowly drew in closer. It felt like the longest seconds of your life, waiting for him to connect with you.

You looked into his emerald green eyes before letting yours flutter closed.

Soon enough you felt the feather light touch on your lips. It felt like heaven to you.

You brought one hand up, letting you fingers run through his light brown hair.

You felt Joe's other hand reach down to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer into him.

All you could do now was relax your body and take in the overwhelming smell of his cologne.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally pulled away from one another. You already missed the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

You refused to back up from him, leaving hardly any gap between you two.

His warm breath fell on your lips as he mumbled, "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Me too."

Joe's hands dropped down and his fingers latched onto the belt loops of your jeans before lightly tugging at them, pulling you closer.

Your hips were pulled forward and you lightly bumped against him before falling back and resting mere inches from him.

Joe's eyes quickly scanned over your face as if he was looking for a cue of some sort.

Though you had never seen this look on him before, you knew exactly what it meant.

"Please Y/N."

That short plea was more than enough to get you going.

Your arms almost instinctively wrapped around his neck, letting him know you were okay with it.

"Come on," he said, slightly lowering himself to reach the back of your legs. He lifted you up and stepped back to sit in the armchair placed in front of the mirror

Your legs were pinned close on either side of him, resting between his outer thighs and the arms of the chair.

Without warning the two of you crashed into each other once more, desperate for each other's touch.

He hummed into the kiss, making you relish in the feeling he gave you.

-

You didn't know exactly how much time had gone by, but you knew a decent amount had passed.

Slowly, you drew away from his neck and let out a shaky breath, still wanting more. It had now been a little while since you first got in there and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds until someone barged in looking for two of you.

Your eye contact with him continued as you calmed your breathing.

Lightly pushing yourself away, resting your hands on his stomach, you finally spoke up.

"We should go. They're pry wondering what's taking so long."

Joe thought about it for a second. Seemingly weighing the pros and cons of both staying and going.

"Who cares? Let 'em wonder."

You planted one last quick kiss before making an offer.

"How about later, yeah?"

A wicked smile spread across his face, already thinking of what was to come, "Yeah."

You pulled yourself off of him and tried to fix the newfound wrinkles in your clothes. After getting up he did the same and you stayed there fixing yourselves up.

Just as the two of you were about to walk out you stopped him.

"Wait."

He turned to you.

"You’ve got a little…," you trailed off as you brought your thumb up to the corner of his mouth.

"Something," you finished as you wiped the last bit of red lipstick off of him.

Feeling content with how the two of you looked, you set off out of the dressing room and back down the hallway.

He held the door open for you and led you out into the main room.

You both scanned your eyes around the bar floor trying to find the guys.

Joe grabbed onto your hand and held on as he guided you through the crowd. He led you over to the round booth where they were all seated. As you approached the booth he gave your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

It took only one glance at the you two for the teasing to start.

"Woah!" Phil exclaimed, "What happened in there?"

"Nothing," Joe replied making his best attempt at a deadpan tone.

"You sure about that?"

The rest joined in on by adding "ooohs," sounding exactly like a group of kids in elementary who just found out one of their classmates was called into the principals office.

This was only the beginning of the never ending teasing that was to come.

Phil raised his eyebrows, "Just couldn't wait until you got home, huh?"

Joe rolled his eyes at his bandmates teasing.

Sure you had been gone for a bit, but you knew there had to have been something else causing their reactions.

You looked between yourself and Joe quickly noticing the culprit.

Though you had made sure to get all your lipstick off his face you forgot to check the collar of his shirt. The sloppy kisses had caused you to completely miss his neck in some spots and just get his shirt. The shirt in question being a white one didn't help your case.

There was no sense in trying to rub it off now, and not like you could anyways.

Rick and Sav scooted around to make room for you and Joe.

As you sat down you both noticed all the other guys were already starting their night off with their drinks in hand.

Joe looked around at each and every one of them, "You started without us, aye?”

"We waited for a little while, but you guys took too long," Sav replied.

Joe turned to face you, "How 'bout a round?"

You smiled, "Sure."

-

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you liked it💗

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'Opposties'

Billy hargrove x FEM!reader

Warnings/tags; bullying, soft!billy, Eddie Munson x reader (platonic), Jason's an asshole, billy hargrive x reader (romantic), smoking, Neil, mentions of abuse, blood, minor violence

You speed into school in your 1982 Dodge Coronet. A nice navy blue that complemented the leather seats.

You notice a muscle car next to you. It's a nice shade of blue. You didn't realize anyone else at Hawkins high was into that type of car.

You get out and lean on your car as you light a cigarette. This place was fucking intolerable unless you were at least a little high.

You notice there is a guy with sandy blonde hair doing the same. You walk around the car before heading to smoke by the building.

It has a Cali plate.

"Hey, Beautiful," the guy says, leaning next to your locker. You don't have to look at him to see his stupid smirk.

All you heard was other girls trying to get in his pants. But then again, most of the girls here were total assholes. Mainly carol.

"Hey, imbecile," you reply as you slam your locker shut. You did not have time to flirt, you had class.

"Wow, nice manners," he says, "I'm Billy, Billy hargrove. I didn't catch you name?"

"I didn't throw it," you say as you walk off. You are in search of your best friend, 'The freak'. Having been friends since freshman year, and branded as the town satanists, he usually waited at your locker .

You frown as you go to the parking lot and notice his van pulling up. He's always late, unless you have something to do with itm

He smirks at you and waves, "I'm not late am, I?"

You playfully shove him, "You are going to graduate this year, 86 baby. Remember?" Eddie was going to graduate, you were going to make sure of it.

He laughs at the memory. He had always said he was going to graduate in whatever year it was. This year's it was going to happen. But you couldn't give him to much trouble, you were held back in seventh grade and your last senior year.

"Hey, 86 Baby," he promises. He still has that stupid smile. His smile was addicting, but everybody likes seeing their dorky best friend happy.

"Eddie you need to graduate, " you remind him.

"Does you think its, like weird for us to hang out?" He questions. Of course he was avoiding the question.

You smirk, "If you're not trying to get in my pants it's fine," you reply as he laughs.

"No, I'm taking you to Cali, and you are going to see the beach. And we are doing it in '86 when you graduate," you scold'

"You are always mean to me," he remarks as you walk towards the school.

"How late should we be?" You question unaware billy is spying. The teachers would get worried if you both showed up to early (before third period).

Billy knows you are both dating (you're not).

He thinks his theory is confirmed when you sneak off in the woods together.

**

"Hey freaks," Jason yells as you and Eddie converse in front of your locker. God, you couldn't wait until you could punch his stupid face without getting expelled.

"Hey assholes," you reply as you and Eddie give him the tongue and horns. Jason was just a typical high school bully. Every school had one. Or several.

"Freak 1 and his girlfriend, freak 2," another one of the boys scoff. It would be better if they could come up with insults better then a third grader.

"Were did you get your insults? Bullying 101, they teach it now?" you tease.

This hit a nerve he aims a punch for your face. You move and he slams his fist into your locker.

He grabs his fist, groaning in pain. You were going to regret that.

You kick one below the belt and grab Eddie's hand to make a run for it.

Getting in class, you both make it just barely.

After class Eddie ditches for a deal, but you have a pop quiz, every friday. God, you hated pop quizes.

"Let me take you out, unless you dating munson," billy says.

"Look. I will let you take me out. But if you try to get in my pants, it will be the last thing you ever do," you let him think about your terms.

"I will pick you up at 7,"

"I live across from you," you yell as you run to World History class. You might be a little excited.

7pm comes and you are sitting on your porch with a cigarette.

He pulls his car into your driveway, and walks over.

"You're parents know you smoke," he mostly teases.

"Moms gone mental, Dad's left a while ago," you state.

You swear you could see a flicker of sympathy as you slide into the passenger seat and stomping out your cigarette.

"Where you taking me?" You ask.

You doubted anywhere public. This was a dars to get in Munson's best friends pants.

You dressed similar and this caused issues. Mainly because no one I'm indiana accepted someone who was different.

You only joined hellfire in your spare time, most of the time you just join as a side character. You were to busy with keeping up with grades to play every week.

"The diner a little past the high school," he says as he lights his own cigarette.

"Wow so public," you scoff. That was definitely shocking.

"Why, not?" He asks.

"Face it, you're a jock I'm a freak," you explain.

"Well I think you have a great personality," he laughs.

"This might not be so bad," you muse.

And that was the story of how you started dating Billy Hargrove.

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You were shocked when he shows up at your door. Busted lip and bruised. Blood dripping from his nose.

You usher him in and to your room, careful not to wake your sleeping mother. Not like she would wake up either way.

"What the hell," you exclaim setting him on your bed and getting the first aid kit.

You start cleaning up the blood. It looked bad, maybe a few punches.

"My dad," is the only reply he chokes out.

"Every day?" You ask. In complete disbelief when he nods his head.

"Not anymore, my mom won't care," you say not allowing him to protest and when he does, "That or I go there right now and give Neil a piece of my mind,"

Billy sighs before saying yes. He couldn't escape Neil for forever, but tonight would have to do.

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[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

The Most Metal Team-Up Ever

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader (kinda? I have a whole backstory made up but that's not important for this)

Warnings: reader throws an off-screen punch, the upsidedown sucks, angst, a little yearning, not-a-happy-but-open-ending, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of drug use, a little language 'cause it's me, Eddie is an Ellen Ripley Stan and you can't convince me otherwise.

A/N: The prompt I used was "We make a pretty good team, don't you think?" and I decided to use in kinda 2 different ways. This for @newlips big milestone celebration! Yay! I haven't written anything in what feels like forever.

April, 1982

Eddie figured that the fact that you had been willing to throw a punch for him without even knowing him was just about the coolest fucking thing ever.

A very close second was Jason Carvers broken nose.

He didn't see you in school for two weeks after that, figured you probably got suspended. But he'd never been called down to the principals and asked about what happened.

In fact, no one even mentioned anything about what happened that day at all, none of the usual whispered gossip floating around the school ever reached him.

And Jason totally and completely avoiding Eddie, even more so than usual, was a dead give away that no one knew. Because Jason hadn't told anyone.

Eventually, after a little poking around he found out the story being circulated was that Jason had taken an unfortunate elbow to the face while playing a pick up game after school.

Eddie practically vibrates at the idea of seeing you again, half wondering if he should get you a thank you gift for making Carver tuck tail and hide behind a flimsy lie to save face because he got his ass kicked by a girl.

Not that girls can't kick ass. He's seen Alien more than enough to know Ripley could totally kick his ass.

You're in the grade just below him so he only spots you briefly in the hall between classes or the parking lot after school. You seem to avoid the cafeteria unless you're sitting with Nancy Wheeler, which thoroughly confuses him.

Finally, nearly a month after the incident, he catches you out behind the school in the woods smoking a half spent joint.

God, you are so freaking out of his league.

You don't seemed startled or scramble to hide your illicit activities when you lock eyes with him from atop a picnic table that has definitely seen better days.

You're so unflustered that it makes Eddie very flustered and any smooths words he had planned for this conversation fly right out the window at top speed except for

"We make a pretty good team, don't you think?"

You raise an eyebrow, pinching the end of the joint out between your fingers before stowing it away in your jacket pocket. You leave him to fill the silence.

"With the- when you, ya know-" he mimes throwing a punch, the fingers on his right hand still aching just a little when he curls them from where Jason had nearly crushed them underfoot.

"Sure" you shrug.

"Not that I did much, that was, uh- that was all you, Rocky" he winces at his own words because really? Rocky?

Such an idiot, Munson, get it together.

"Anyway, just wanted to say thanks. . . for that."

You shrug again, this time with no words and just let him marinate in the silence. Watching him fidget, squirm, like a worm on a hook. He considers just bolting.

He had all these words he wanted to say and now you're just watching him with this look he can't understand and it's not annoyance, he can spot that pretty well by now and his palms are getting sweaty and-

"You don't have to thank me for punching Jason Carver, it was practically a civic duty" you smirk, that unknown expression slipping away and Eddie could collapse in relief.

You have a heavy stare, not judging or mean, just a weighted stare. He doesn't think he's ever seen someone as young as you with such a grave look.

"I'm Eddie" he says, finally uprooting himself from the spot you'd pinned him to with your gaze, striding over to hop up on the table beside you.

"Nice to meet you Eddie."

March, 1986

The sky is being wrent apart by the shrieks of demobats and the painfully bright streaks of red lightning. The tang of blood fills the small space between Eddie and you.

He can't tell how much is yours and how much is his. All he knows is he cut the makeshift rope reaching from the Upsidedown to Hawkins. To you and safety.

But you're here and holding him tight underneath you, body blanketing him after running full force through a storm of those bats and knocking him down.

Eddie knows you're strong, you don't look it but it's there and you've always been hesitant to touch him or anyone really and he thinks he knows why now.

You keep as much of him tucked beneath you as possible, his arms pinned between your chests, legs clamped and tangled up with yours. At first he doesn't understand, tries to yell at you to let him up because he can feel the sting of the demobats teeth on his lower legs and knows you can too.

Eddie can feel your body jerk with each rush of wings as the demobats pelt you like a hailstorm, muscles tensing and curling further and further around him, tucking your arms at his sides.

Like a shield taking the brunt of the attack. No. Oh god. No.

Eddie tries to loosen your hold, kicking his feet under to gain some leverage to flip you both over but you simply double down, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched at the pain shredding apart your back.

You can't lose him, you can't lose Eddie who thanked you for punching a kid who almost broke his hand. Eddie who gave you pot for free and sold you fucking ketamine even though you could see it bothered him everytime you asked.

Eddie who put you back together every Father's day when you showed up at his trailer too late into the night, tear stained and half delirious with grief and anger and guilt.

Eddie who called you Rocky and told you he loved you even after you admitted you could barely even feel anything but pain on a good day.

Eddie, the best person you had ever met, with the biggest heart, who everyone thought was a murderer.

The world has gone quiet and you're shaking. Running on adrenaline and pure protective instinct, blocking out the raw feeling that your back has been plucked clean down to the bone.

Eddie is saying your name, his face tucked into the hollow of your throat where blood is slowly trickling down and dripping onto him.

He can hear Dustin yelling for both of you in the distance and he can see the curled up bodies of those fucking bats laying all around, motionless.

"It's over, they're dead, look, they're dead" he repeats, speaking as evenly as he possibly can because your still on high alert. He keeps as still as possible until you finally go slack and he can move.

"Eddie!" Dustin yells, limping frantically towards where the tornado of swarming demobats had been, where he'd last seen you, sprinting faster than he'd seen anything human go.

Ever since last Summer, since the mall and the mindflayer, he's thought of you as indestructible, slightly supernatural. He never mentioned it, especially not since finding out you and Eddie were so close.

The amount of blood pooling from your body, which Eddie has clutched tightly in his arms, makes Dustin blanch. He's never seen you bleed, ever, now that he thinks about it. But now there's too much.

You're limp, unmoving, and Eddie can't hear anything over his own pounding heartbeat. No matter how hard he presses his ear to your chest, he can't tell if you're alive. There's too much blood soaking into the sleeve of his jacket where he has his arm wrapped around you.

He can't tell if you're alive so he hugs you close and tries to build up the strength in his muscles to carry you back home. Back to help.

"Okay, it's gonna be okay Rocky, just gotta get back, f-find some help and you'll be a-okay, you'll be juuust fine" Eddie's voice wavers, pulling back to look at you, the streaks of blood blurring your face so much he barely catches sight of your eyes meeting his.

"Hey" you whisper hoarsely and it's the sweetest thing Eddie's ever heard.

"Jesus, Rocky! You really scared the shit outta me" he heaves a sigh, voice thick with tears and drops his forehead to rest against your temple.

"Yeah" you take a short rattling breath in "just couldn't lose you"

"You're never gonna lose me, sweetheart, couldn't get rid of me if you tried"

At that, you hum and there's an awful wheezing sound as you do. Eddie pulls you closer, trying not to rock back and forth. He has to get up. He has to get you up and away from here.

"We still make. . . a pretty good team. . . don't you think?" you have to take short gasping breaths, something metallic gurgling just behind your exhales.

It makes Eddie's heart stutter. He doesn't hear Dustin drop down opposite him, saying his name.

He can't look, can't pull back to look and see if you're still there, staring that heavy stare. He can't lose you.

#newlipsmilestoneoflove #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson drabble #duck did it

[fuckyeah-jessicabiel]

Jessica Biel for Interview Magazine, November 2003 - Interview by James Van Der Beek

SHE'S FRIGHTENED OF BIG SPIDERS, BUT THAT HASN'T STOPPED THIS ACTRESS FROM SLASHING HER WAY TO THE TOP OF THE HORROR-FILM GENRE BY JAMES VAN DER BEEK PHOTOGRAPHS BY ROBERTO D'ESTE

She ruled the teen airwaves for six years as one of the WB network's young, sexy soap stars (she still occasionally revisits her series, 7th Heaven, now in its eighth season), but lately Jessica Biel has been focusing on feature films. To talk about her role in the just-released, much-anticipated remake of the grisly cult favorite The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, we set Biel up with ex-WB col- league and co-star in last year's The Rules of Attraction, James Van Der Beek.

JAMES VAN DER BEEK: Hello?

JESSICA BIEL: Hey, James. How are you?

JVB: Very good. You know, this is my first interview. I'm excited.

JB: Being on the other end, it's got to be strange.

JVB: I don't know. I've never done it before. [Biel laughs] So where are you-L.A.?

JB: No, I'm in Vancouver.

JVB: Oh, right. You're up there for Blade [III].

JB: Yes. I've been here for two weeks, and we don't start shooting for another two. I'm working out like a maniac. I work with a trainer every day. and I'm learning martial arts and archery.

JVB: Wow. You are going to kick ass.

JB: And I'm on this nutritional plan-no salt, no sugar, no bread. Just some fruits, every vegetable you can think of, lean meat, and water. They say they want me to have a six-pack stomach, but I think they really want me to have a twelve-pack. [both laugh] But it's fun getting paid to work out.

JVB: Let's talk about The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It's got a big buzz around it, huh? And it's got such a cool trailer. What made you decide to do it?

JB: Well, I was skeptical about doing it at first lbecause it's such a cult classic and-

JVB: -Had you seen the original?

JB: I had. I'd seen some of the sequels too, and I was not a fan of those. I was worried that this was going to be another sequel, but I met with Marcus Nispel [the movie's director], and he wanted to remake it in all its 1970s glory, but also update it. Then I read the script, and I was surprised by how well written it was. And when I found out that Michael Bay was one of the pro- ducers, I was ready to jump on board.

JVB: There are all kinds of horror movies coming out these days with a lot of talented, creative people behind them. It seems like there's a horror renaissance.

JB: I love horror movies.

JVB: What are some of your favorites? Are there some that scare the crap out of you?

JB: Poltergeist [1982], The Shining [1980], The Exorcist [1973]. Oh-Candyman [1992]! I was terrified by Candyman. Have you seen it?

JVB: No. I'm a wimp when it comes to scary movies. That's one of my deep, dark secrets.

JB: Well it's out now. [both laugh]

JVB: When you're on the set making a movie like that, can you get a sense of "Wow, this is going to creep the hell out of people?"

JB: Sometimes. And sometimes it was even scary for us.

JVB: You were out on location, right?

JB: We shot on a stage once, but everything else was on location in Texas, in the middle of nowhere. Even going to the Porta-Potti was ter- rifying. [Van Der Beek laughs] Not only were you afraid of something or somebody coming out of the woods, but the spiders down there were the size of my palm.

JVB: Well, everything's bigger in Texas. [both augh] Tell me about your character.

JB: Her name's Erin, and she's the glue that holds everybody together. She's compassionate and kind of mothering. She tries to save all her friends, though they end up getting killed anyway. [laughs] What's really cool about her is she has a will to survive and the strength to fight. She's not a victim. She's a strong, pissed-off young woman.

JVB: Oh, I can definitely see you playing that. [Biel laughs] I'm going to have to see this movie now. I'll go with Heather [Van Der Beek's wife]. She'll hold my hand.

JB: My boyfriend gets scared at horror movies too. He hides his eyes sometimes.

JVB: I've never actually done that, but I do look away from the screen. "Okay. That's the side of the theater. This is just being pro- jected." [Biel laughs] Now, how long have you been acting?

JB: I started 7th Heaven when I was 14.

JVB: Was that your first gig?

JB: I had done a few commercials.

JVB: Had you done any other work, like theater or singing?

JB: Growing up, I did lots of plays in Boulder and Denver. I remember thinking, This is fun! I can really do this! My parents were amazing. They said, "Okay. Let's go for it." I took some classes, and I performed at a competition where casting agents and managers from all over the country came in to see the kids in my area, and I won a scholarship to an acting school. Then I came out to L.A. for pilot season-I came out for pilot season three years in a row, and in the third year, 7th Heaven happened.

JVB: Did you realize how big it was to get a pilot that was picked up?

JB: I never really thought it would happen. I remember my manager saying "this won't get picked up they almost never do but you'll do it and it'll be great to put on your résumé."

JVB: Now, a series is a dream come true, and every actor wants to work, but at some point, the series inevitably becomes less fulfilling. How many years into 7th Heaven was it before you started to think, The grass might be greener somewhere else?

JB: Probably around the third or fourth season. I knew this character so well, and I wondered what it'd be like to try something else. Did you feel that with Dawson's Creek?

JVB: For me, it got to a point where the characters were getting older, and a lot of things that happen to people the age that we were playing could never be covered on the show because of the time slot and because of what the show had become. It felt like we weren't able to tell the truth anymore, whereas when we first started, we felt like there were no limits. Now, when we were making The Rules of Attraction together, early on we had a difficult scene together-the one after we had sex, and I'm on mushrooms and you just nailed it.

JB: Thank you.

JVB: So, I was wondering, how do you pre- pare? What's your process?

JB: It's different every time. For that scene I tried to think about what it would feel like to be used. When I feel comfortable, as I did in that situation, my emotions come out. I accessed the guilt I've felt in my past, applied it to the guilt that my char- acter was feeling, and it just kind of happened.

JVB: I remember being blown away by how proficient you were. You should be proud of that work. But tell me, is there any work you've done that you're embarrassed by?

JB: Umm... [laughs]

JVB: Oh, come on! What?

JB: Okay. When I was about 11, I did this 15- minute short that the filmmakers wanted to take around like a pilot and say, "This is our idea for a movie. Here's a quick taste." It was a musical that involved all the fairy tales, like "Little Red Riding Hood" and "Hansel and Gretel." But it was a bit off: I played Gretel, but my name was Regretel. And for some reason, I was painted blue. [Van Der Beek laughs] And all these slightly off fairy-tale characters were fighting each other. So what hap- pened was this little animated guy who looked like a calculator-his name was Diggy Digital- popped out of this boy's computer and saved the town. Then we all sang this song called "Digital World." [Van Der Beek laughs] That's not all! Afterwards, I went out to dinner with my parents, and I was like, "This is the best thing ever. I'm going to be a superstar!" [both laugh hysterically] Oh, God, I'm really going to regret saying this.

#jessica biel #james van der beek #chris evans #interview magazine #articles #2003 #magazines

[donotlookaway]

So... I'm not an expert at all about politics or whatever, but I have been having this thought for a while now and I decided to voice it. Let me give you some context here for my reflection later on.

It will come as a surprise to no one that England has taken land that doesn't belong to them, in this case, the land I'm talking about, is a couple of islands on the south of the globe. They usurped them, kicked out the authorities from my country who resided there, and settled their own people.

This was done on January 3 of 1833. 

My country started an operation to recover those Islands in 1982. That is 149 years later!

Why then?

Because the Military Regime who was ruling my country at the time was losing support. The war was a trick, an attempt on their part to gain popularity once more by proving how good and important they were for the wellbeing of our country.

Of course, it didn't work, England won, we never got back the Islands. By June 14 of 1982 the war was over (it lasted only 2 months).

On October 30 of 1983 my country held democratic elections for the first time in decades, putting an end to the military regime.

Why am I speaking of this in a post over Palestine?

Because one thing I've been hearing and reading about is that Netanyahu was in trouble way before October 7:

There had been a number of protest against him, and such words:

<In a statement, protest leaders decried “threats against the judges of the High Court and the intention to disobey their rulings will not be allowed to pass by the people of Israel.”>

And the banner of that protest was: “There is no forgiveness for the attempt to turn Israel into a dictatorship.”

What I think is that all of this is his last ditch effort to stay on power. I don't think the Israeli military will lose the way we did, but they are losing the world, the media war. People all around the world are waking up to this, many of them Jews that hold Israeli citizenship, people opening their eyes to the reality of their own state.

Movements against him that went quiet for a while after October 7 are picking up again.

He is going to be kicked out, but I think he did so much damage to Israel's image world wide that true change is gonna happen, I don't think things can go back as they were, like they might try, but it wont work this time.

I think Netanyahu, in an attempt to keep his power, will be the start of the end of the Israel state as it is today.

[X][X][X]

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza genocide

[quaranmine]

also about autoCAD! according this rant an older engineer gave me, architects didnt start using autoCAD/other autodesk products until the 90s, when autodesk realized that if they got architects to use their products, everyone else had to lol

YEAHHH!! i found that too, it's buried somewhere in my 1700 words of author notes on tumblr LOL. grian, in this au, is pretty much like most people of the time period in that he knows basically nothing about computers and has probably never used one since they weren't particularly common, but he will very soon or over the course of his career need to learn since architecture is 100% a profession that uses autoCAD. he's going to get dragged kicking and screaming into the computer world sdflsjfsk

I had a fun little dive down the rabbit hole into CAD technologies while writing this chapter. I think I went into the story under the main assumption of "ah, it's the 80s, they don't have any modern technology" but that's not quite true, is it? It's the late 80s, for one--we're one year from being in the 90s. They're very much on the cusp of all of that technological innovation. Also, computer technology has generally existed far longer than most of us think, it just wasn't necessarily accessible to most of the public.

So while I was looking into CAD, I realized it was entirely possible for Mumbo to be learning it for his job in engineering. AutoCAD was released in 1982, which was directly in the middle of when he probably went to college in this AU. However, I don't know if he would have been taught it in his degree at that time since it was so new. He could, however, learn it from his job. I know that at my job one of the reasons I do most of the InDesign and ArcGIS work for my team is "ah, she's young enough to figure all that computer stuff out." I would not be surprised if that happened to Mumbo too. His bosses are probably like "fantastic he's young AND he's interested in it let's train him to do it" sdfjslfskl

Someone else mentioned CAD in one of my comments on AO3 so I was looking it up too. Something I didn't even know: the first 3D CAD product was released in 1987. Additionally, Boeing announced in 1988 that they would use a CAD software to design their 777 aircraft, which was the first aircraft to be designed entirely digitally. I read a different article about that that stated Boeing had used CAD in their engineering process for a few years before deciding to do it fully digitally, so it was definitely part of many company's "process" already within the 80s.

#quara asks #i wrote this whole post like i actually know how to use CAD #i do not i am not an engineering student or an architect #in my degree i was only taught GIS #i just like going down rabbit holes #im not sure if i mentioned grian and mumbo's ages in this story--they're both about 28 #(theyre about the same age because i had them as going to school together) #my very rough estimate for mumbo's graduation is like 1984 so that's what i was working with #grian probably graduated also in 1984 but you need a two year's certificate to Actually be an architect so he wouldve got that in like 1986 #presumably by 1986 i think they might have moved to the US at that point (mumbo was offered an engineering job in america by his employer) #so basically if we put 1988 as the year Everything Went Wrong for grian. he was just a lil baby architect barely out certification #thats why in the first chapter he doesnt want to skip work to go with mumbo because he's being given his own clients for the first time :] #i have thought. perhaps excessively about this au #hc_firewatch_au

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

100% Dance: Dancing Through the 80's 1995 Pop / Synthpop / New Wave / Dance-Pop / Disco / Post-Disco / House / Hip Hop

Took a trip back to the 1980s today with a bunch of tunes that really reflect just how eclectic the dance music was back then. Nowadays, the term 'dance music' more or less means uptempo electronic music, but before the advent of house in the mid-80s, and then techno in the late 80s, 'dance music' was a term that was applied much more broadly than how it came to be used later on.

And this 1995 comp here from Columbia, 100% Dance: Dancing Through the 80's, proves the point. On here you'll find everything from post-disco to new wave to synthpop to neo-soul to electro, with each selection making for ample party music from the Columbia/CBS Records catalogue itself. And what really sets this CD apart from other types of 80s dance comps is that it was only released in Germany. So, while you get classics that every American surely knows, like "Girls Just Want to Have Fun," "It's Raining Men," "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)," etc., you also get a few tunes that happened to be much more popular in Deutschland than they were Stateside.

For example, there's a superb piece of intense and catchy synthpop on here from a German group called Mysterious Art, whose" Das Omen 1" supplies a loud and thick blend of stabbing lead synth melody, alternately pounding kicks and snares, and a really active synth bassline, while also sampling from Carl Orff's famed "O Fortuna" as well. This banger reached #1 on the German charts in 1989, sold nearly 500,000 copies, and its massive success led to Mysterious Art getting the opportunity to open for Madonna on her Blonde Ambition tour through Germany. And I don't think that it charted in any capacity in the US 😯.

But in addition to a couple big German-made hits, there are also some great British ones that didn't amount to much in America either too, including one from Wham!, who in 1982 got on the post-disco-funk-rap tip with "Young Guns (Go for It)," which featured some pretty decent and debonair pop-rapping from George Michael himself; certainly better than what Debbie Harry had contributed to "The Rapture" a couple years prior 😂. This one never charted in the US, but it was #3 in the UK and #20 in West Germany.

And lastly, there's also some terrifically lush neo-soul from UK R&B group The Pasadenas, who delivered a sleek tune in 1988 called "Riding On a Train," which went to #13 in the UK, but didn't make the Billboard Hot 100 in the US, and only made it to #73 on the more specific R&B chart. And I also don't know how it performed in West Germany, but given that it's included on this comp here, I have no doubt that it performed much better there than it did in the States.

So, an excellent look here at some great dance records from the 80s that did really well in West Germany. Always fun to get a look at comps from other countries so you can compare and contrast between what your own neck of the woods was rocking to and what another place was constantly bumping. Lots of similarities between the US and West Germany, but there were some pretty sweet differences too. And evidently, Columbia/CBS Records was significantly involved in the West German music industry back then as well.

Highlights:

Cyndi Lauper - "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" Wham! - "Young Guns (Go for It)" The Weather Girls - "It's Raining Men" Mysterious Art - "Das Omen 1" Bangles - "Walk Like an Egyptian" Culture Beat - "Der Erdbeermund" Paul Young - "Come Back and Stay" Herbie Hancock - "Rockit" Dead or Alive - "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" Earth, Wind & Fire - "Let's Groove" The Pasadenas - "Riding on a Train" Bros - "When Will I Be Famous" Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam - "Can You Feel the Beat"

#pop #synthpop #synth pop #new wave #dance pop #dance #dance music #disco #post disco #house #house music #hip hop #rap #music #old school hip hop #old school rap #80s #80s music #80's #80's music

[ajkamins]

Found You-Vampire!Eddie Munson x HellHound!G!p!Fem!Reader

(Chapter 1?)

I’ve never wrote on here before I have had this idea in my head forever. I love this idea. I needed to make it come true somehow so why not write my idea and let other people hopefully enjoy it.

Vampire!EddieMunsonxHellHound!G!p!Fem!Reader

This Imagine contains Mature themes 18+ (Minors DNI) smut, Violence, reader is G!P AKA Girl w/ penis (I don’t like that word it makes me uncomfortable lol 😂) reader also is more masculine female. Everyone reader and Eddie are 20.

Description: After Eddie dies the reader is in the upside down and has been since 1982 when she supposedly went missing, and the reader is out on a hunt to find prey and hears a faint heart beat and locates it where she finds…. Eddie Munson

1986 April 2nd

The upside down

Y/n y/l/n was a 20 year old girl she was on her normal hunt of the week for a main course to fulfill her needs of hunger. She was shirtless in her sports bra and a pair of shorts all burnt up from the heat shedding off her body the cracks of fire coursing through her skin. She was covered in black ash the scars she’s had forever since her escape from Hawkins Lab in 1979. She hears the faint sound off branches cracking and stills, she quietly observes her surroundings and listens closely. At first all she can hear is the sound of the deers breath huffing and stuttering. She quietly sneaks up on the prey and at last… she captures her pray a nice sized buck takes the pain away with a instant death. Her hearing is still on hyper mode, while she’s carving into her well deserved dinner she starts to hear a light heart beat, not a healthy one though it’s terribly faint hardly pounding.

She gets up carrying the buck by it’s antlers dragging it with her, following the sound of the faint pounding. It doesn’t take her long to get to the center of the noise. She sees a figure lying in the open area, she deciding weather to leave the buck and find out what the mysterious figure is or drag it with her to make sure no competitors come to steal her dinner. She decides on the second option. Stalking towards the thing she sees hair a big mound of it. She drops the buck not caring for it’s well deserved purpose anymore, she just wants to see this person, there it is she is towering over top of the body. She gets a good look. Eddie munson?

It can’t be the boy she shared her first kiss with in a stupid game of spin the bottle. The same person she got matching bat tattoos with. Her best friend…

She immediately bends down to place her ear to his chest (it’s still pounding) she thought to herself. She quickly grabs his jacket with 2 hands and throws him over her shoulder heading back to her childhood home the place she lived. She walks into the culdisac and heads to the front door and kicks it open with her foot and shuts it behind her so no unwanted creatures decide to make a surprise visit (she made that mistake once) she quickly moves his body to lay down on the kitchen island “sorry Eddie” she says and rips his shirt wide open making sure to locate all the bad bites that could lead to his actual death.

Quickly ripping off his tops she sprints to the bathroom and grabs a medical kit not knowing if any of the products were still good since she could heal on her own. Placing them on the counter then thinking of a better idea but one that would feel a little creepy. She takes him to the upstairs bathroom and uncomfortably takes off his clothes and not looking while putting a cloth on his not wanted to see area and places him in the shower-bath she sits in the bath part as well right behind him with his back pressed to her front as the warm water takes over the lower half of Eddie’s chest and her legs she made sure not to angle the shower head to high and drown him she grabbed a loofah and some body wash. (Old spice his favorite) and put it on his chest while she used the loofah to equally lather onto his body clearing it from all the gunk trying to not get it in the cuts. She notices that his hair is pretty natty and decides to give it a light wash with some shampoo and conditioner obviously.

After the shower she got out and placed a pair of boxers on him trying her best of not looking at his manhood for the sake of herself. He was still out of it but was looking a little better so she sets him on her bed and goes back downstairs do grab the kit.

Only to come back up to an empty bed (shit) she starts looking around using her hearing to listen for that heartbeat. She found it in her closet

“Eddie” she sighs “it’s me Ed’s it’s y/n I’m here to help you I need to clean up your cuts man” she try’s to say calmly so he wouldn’t feel scared “Eddie, please come out, I’m not going to hurt you and you should know that, I need to clean you up” she really just wants to help him.

“Your not real” he says softly sniffing to himself trying to calm his own nerves thinking he’s in hell and vecna is trying to make him suffer.

“Ed’s please come out here love, I’m real I promise your still hurt I need to patch you up” she says now sitting by her bed on the floor with her knees up to her chest and her arms resting ontop of them looking at the closed door trying to get him to understand and come out would not be easy and she knew that.

“No, go away I’m in hell aren’t I?” He says now with his hands over his face “you can’t be real I’m dead and so are you” he’s still trying to tell himself it’s all just in his head and your not going to be there in a couple minutes

“Love, it’s me, I’m going to come in now” she says slowly walking over to the door and opening it before she finds him holding up a pocket knife he probably found in her closet.

“Get the fuck away from me, your haunting me, why are you doing this, I didn’t do anything you just want me to suffer in my own shame” he says sniffling trying to hold in his tears. He comes out walking up to her fast and pushing the knife so hard into her neck it breaks the first layer of skin

“Ed’s listen to me, I’m here touch my arm love I’m real you don’t need that knife” she says bringing her arm up slowly and softly grazing his arm. He immediately get goosebumps in the place she just touched him. He slowly realizes maybe this is real but how? He just died in Dustin’s arms a few hours ago?

He drops the knife and reaches up to hold her face to make sure it’s real, when he feels her skin it burns “Ow fuck” he says shaking his hand in the air. “ what the fuck was that y/n” he says now sucking on his finger to try and cool it with his saliva

“Shit sorry Ed’s” she says remembering she’s still using her powers, she try’s to relax her body to get rid of it and calm back down to normal body temperature, which takes her a minute but then she can feel the fresh cool breath she takes that isn’t warm air and her body is 10x more relaxed than usual. “ here try again” she says taking his hand in hers and guiding it up to her own face. He gently grabs it and rubs his thumb over her cheek now realizing that she’s actually here. He’s not alone, he’s not dead, he’s back, with her, she found him.

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He was now calm and laying on the bed relaxed from the feeling of her skin on his while she tried to clean and patch his wounds. He started to feel cold and hungry he wanted something to consume but not a solid something warm and fresh something that could taste so good and the smell of his own blood wasn’t helping, (wait, blood) that’s what he needed even the thought was making his mouth water. “Y/n…” he says

“Yeah love?” She says looking up with him with calming warm eyes “what is it Eddie” then she sees it. His eyes are red and what looks like black veins forming under his eyes “it’s ok Ed’s your hungry aren’t you?” She says with pondering eyes

“Yes y/n really hungry, what’s happening to me?” He says his voice starting to break scared of his own needs and cravings. He needs it he wants it but… he especially needs it. He needs that taste that makes his mouth water even just looking at it. He hasn’t even actually tasted it yet but he’s just staring at her neck where that dried blood was from earlier.

“ alright Ed’s I got you all cleaned up now, but at this very moment it seems you need a snack, here love, just bite then suck then we can go out when you strong enough to go hunt” she says showing him her wrist. He’s looking at it just admiring his dinner before digging in.

Then it happens he can’t stop himself, he opens his mouth wide and she watches as the fangs start to grow and he clamps down onto her wrist. She winces at first almost wanting to pull away but then remembering it’s to help him, (he needs it) she says to remind herself. After him feeding for about a minute he pulls off of her with a little blood on his mouth and his teeth covered in it but a pleasurable smile on his face. “Fuckkkkk, why did that feel so good” he asks with a still blissed out look on his face leaning into the pillow beneath his head. After he released her neck she feels a little woozy but knows she will be able to recover quickly. Eddie is just sitting there blissed out from the taste starting at her. He can’t help but pull her on to him and hug her tightly “how are you here..” he ask quietly.

“It’s too long of a story I’ll tell you another time love, right now you need to get dressed and warmed up” she says and moves to grab him a pair of sweats and her favorite KISS shirt and a warm fuzzy pair of socks. She tosses them to him “here you go Ed’s I’ll go grab a drink, do you want water or a beer- actually scratch that I already know” she says and leaves the room to let him get dressed and grab two beers. While she down stairs, Eddie put on the clothes and decided to have a look around, everything seemed to be the same, he got up and went over to her dresser and saw their picture, the one from when they were 15. Also the same day he realized he was in love with her. Remembering how she ‘died’ before he could even get a chance to admit it tearing up a bit but holding it in the window in her room showed a big dark cloudy sky with red lightning that made a loud boom. “Shit!” He says surprised but remembering he’s still in the upside down.

“Hey Ed’s you good?” She says coming up the stairs. No answer. “Eddie?” Nothing. “Eddie what’s going on?” She says as she walks into the room “SHIT!”….

(GOTCHA BITCH THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LEAVE YOU ON A CLIFF HANGER LIKE THAT FUCK NO!!!)

There he was… Vecna “what the fuck are you doing?” She says loudly to vecna as Eddie is in his trance. Vecnas hand hovering above his face.

“I’m helping him he will become my help since you refuse” vecna replies turning over to look at her while she standing there with the beers in her hands. “You refuse to help me in spying so now I will have someone else who will help” he reply’s calmly

“Get the fuck off him” she says angrily. She can feel it coming she’s going to change without consent her anger is taking over (he can’t do this I can’t let him take Eddie)

“Then help me” “NO” “Then he is mine” “ FUCK FINE ILL HELP YOU, YOU CREEPY SHRIVELED BASTERED” she gives in she won’t let him take her best friend

“oops” he says grinning. He slowly lowers his hand from Eddie’s face. Eddie’s eyes shoot open dark red and full of hunger his fangs popping out… (this isn’t Eddie) “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE” she yells.

But she knew what he had done, she had watched him do the same thing to that Billy boy last year. He was controlling Eddie, he had him right were he wanted him…..

(HAHAHHA GOTCHU AGAIN BITCH) (sorry… I’ll stop teasing now 😔)

That bastered vecna he had always tried to get her to join him but he couldn’t he didn’t have the power to anyway. She’s the only reason he’s still alive with her resistance against fire and her being in the upside down they are connected if she wasn’t there he wouldn’t have survived the fire attack from Steve robin and Nancy. As long as she’s alive he has that against them.

Eddie….. why Eddie of course he knew her biggest weakness, him… it was always him… she would do anything for that boy. “So you leave tonight then, tonight you will go to the other side and find the information I need” he says proudly with Eddie by his side no emotion on Eddie’s face.

“Why the fuck should I help you now you brain washed him” she is pissed she just wants to kill the bitch but if she kills him she kills herself.

“Because if you don’t help me I kill him and make sure he can’t come back or I send him up instead of you” vecna says in a snarky voice “well.. are you going to do it or will you let your ‘love’ die” he says one last time.

“Fine I’ll do it but am u going to be able to come back and see him” she asked annoyed but worried. Afraid what will happen, how she will be able to go back and not be able to see him.

“I can allow that but you are also to communicate to me nightly with new information and I will allow you to see him through your mind” she stares at him shocked she won’t be able to actually see him be able to touch him and hold him… she might have even eventually kissed him.. “actually… I’ve decided that he will go with you, he must need blood to eat and stay well, and obviously we don’t have any good fresh blood down here, but you know that if you do something stupid I can kill him with a snap of my fingers…… literally” he says obviously thinking he’s funny but she doesn’t find it one bit funny….

“That’s fine, I’m ok with that” she walks to Eddie “ you hear that love I’m going to take you home with me.. we are going to make it just like it used to be- except less public outings” she says a little excited but afraid for the future. Vecna leaves she puts on her bracelets, on her left arm of course to cover up the 002 tattoo. She grabs Eddie and asks “ where did you come in from?”

“ we came in through the portal in my trailer, shit I forgot About the hole in my trailer” he says with a little chuckle. She also chuckles softly “ sooooo… I’m assuming the tattoo I saw when we were young wasn’t ‘just you favorite number’ like you said” he questions softly in a joking matter trying to get rid of the uncomfortable tension raging through the woods they were walking through.

She scoffs softly with a small smile on her face “ no Ed’s you got me there, just some stuff from the past, nothing important” she says not wanting to dig to far down into the past.

“ so does that also mean we aren’t going to talk about that fact you can light yourself on fire and have big scary fangs and glowy eyes that look like fire and you have intriguingly sharp claws- because if not that’s totally fine I can understand”-

“Eddie it’s fine, let’s just say it’s the reason for the tattoo” she says trying to get him to stop his ramble

“ there it is, my lovely castle” he sighs and takes her by her hand and guides her inside. They stand underneath the creepy concerningly large portal in his trailers roof staring at the other side,

The bed is still beneath the portal and the bed sheet rope is still cut on both sides. “well…. Are you ready, cause I know my body will not appreciate not having had vitamin D in the last however many years I’ve been gone” she says letting a breath out

“ not really but I’m sure a will be” he says as they are still holding hands they look each other in the eye.

“I’ll give you a boost” she says as she puts her hands out and he steps on one while she boosts him through. His back hits the bed and he rolls out the way so she can hop down. She jumps through with her ability to jump pretty high. Suprised as she lets gravity pull her onto the bed. “Holy shit” she says as she takes in a large amount of fresh air she hasn’t had in years

Eddie is looking out the window “holy shit is right……” …………………

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This is my first time writing on here so let me know if I messed something up thank you for reading. <3 -Alivia Jane (AJ)

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie munson #x fem!reader #x g!p reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #hellhound

[voluptuarian]

An expansion for my 365(ish) Days watch list featuring 100+ more movies from 100+ years of film, offering increasingly obscure titles and focus on world cinema.

The link above goes to the Letterboxd list, while the text list can be found below the cut. Happy viewing!

The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926)

Un Chiene Andalou (1929)

Bambi (1942)

Ivan the Terrible pt. I and II (1944, 1958)

Alice in Wonderland (1951)

The White Reindeer (1952)

House of Wax (1953)

Carmen Jones (1954)

Night of the Hunter (1955)

Sayonara (1957)

Elevator to the Gallows (1958)

The Innocents (1961)

Carnival of Souls (1962)

The Leopard (1963)

The Great Escape (1963)

The Ipcress File (1965)

Persona (1966)

Le Samouraï (1967)

Witchfinder General (1968)

The Lion in Winter (1968)

La Piscine (1969)

The Color of Pomegranates (1969)

Satyricon (1969)

Midnight Cowboy (1969)

Donkey Skin (1970)

Don't Deliver Us From Evil (1971)

Brother Sun, Sister Moon (1972)

Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972)

Immoral Tales (1973)

Penda's Fen (1974)

Murder on the Orient Express (1974)

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)

Salo (1975)

Hedgehog in the Fog (1975)

The Mirror (1975)

Marie Poupee (1976)

In the Realm of the Senses (1976)

The Black Stallion (1979)

The Blue Lagoon (1980)

Heavy Metal (1981)

An American Werewolf in London (1981)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Son of the White Mare (1981)

The Nine-Colored Deer (1981)

Evil Dead trilogy (1981- )

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss Osbourne (1981)

Possession (1981)

The Return of Martin Guerre (1982)

The Living Dead Girl/La Morte Vivante (1982)

Top Gun (1986)

Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

Jean de Florette/Manon of the Spring (1986- )

Maurice (1987)

Hellraiser (1987)

Dirty Dancing (1987)

Jan Švankmajer's Alice (1988)

Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

Heathers (1988)

Tetsuo: The Iron Man and Tetsuo II: The Body Hammer (1989, 1992)

The Juniper Tree (1990)

Daughters of the Dust (1991)

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

The Lover (1992)

Like Water for Chocolate (1992)

The Scent of Green Papaya (1993)

Sankofa (1993)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

La Reine Margot (1994)

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994)

The Usual Suspects (1995)

Empire Records (1995)

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

Hackers (1995)

The Watermelon Woman (1996)

Event Horizon (1997)

Starship Troopers (1997)

Kirikou and the Sorceress (1998)

The Virgin Suicides (1999)

Chocolat (2000)

Pitch Black (2000)

American Psycho (2000)

Memento (2000)

Ghost World (2001)

Irreversible (2002)

Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner (2001)

Russian Ark (2002)

Hero (2002)

A Tale of Two Sisters (2003)

Kung Fu Hustle (2004)

Blood Tea and Red String (2006)

Curse of the Golden Flower (2006)

Mongol (2007)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

Thirst (2009)

Never Let Me Go (2010)

Kick-Ass (2010)

American Mary (2012)

Skyfall (2012)

The Lobster (2015)

Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)

Loving Vincent (2017)

Annihilation (2018)

Mandy (2018)

Mad God (2021)

Hatching (2022)

#letterboxd #SAG-AFTRA strike #writer's strike #actor's strike #movies #film history

[nativehueofresolution]

@wizardysseus tagged me to do my ten favorite movies. ty! 💕i've done top movie lists a couple of times and to be honest my picks never really change or become more interesting, so i put my own little spin on it and decided to do my ten favorite films that i either watched or rewatched in the past year. (ish. i wasn't super strict about if it was exactly within the last 12 months.)

in no particular order...

ten favorite movies i watched within the last year

1. a girl walks home alone at night (2014): as one or two of you may have noticed, i got really into iwtv last year, and so i decided to expand my horizons and make an effort to watch more vampire films to get more familiar with the genre/lore. this was the first film i watched and it was a great introduction. the visuals and music were captivating. skater vampire girl you will forever be in my heart.

2. let the right one in (2008): this one has been on my to watch list for ages, and i finally got around to it thanks to my vampire kick. i have to say it did not disappoint. the story, the cinematography, the performances... all were top tier. the bond between the two leads was fascinating, and it's a great monstrous love story.

3. tàr (2022): i hadn't planned on seeing this one - i find cate blanchett tiresome a lot of the time (still defending woody allen in the year of our lord 2018!) - but i heard some pretty rave reviews by folks whose opinions i generally agree with, so i decided to give it a try. and i think it had a very fascinating script. i really appreciate a story with a lot of ambiguity to it, where you can have several strong interpretations of what's happening that are rooted in the text, and this film definitely has that in spades.

4. nope (2022): the fact this got no love during award season has me scratching my head. while it's not my favorite jordan peele project, the story was very fresh and keke palmer in particular i thought gave a really stellar performance. my main hang-up was with the monster... the non spoiler version being i just found some aspects of it didn't really work for me. but it was still a very solid film.

5. blade runner (1982): i watched this with some co-workers at the place i interned for the summer; we got a giant projector and got to watch it after-hours at the library where we we working and basically take up half a floor with snacks and such. so part of my enjoyment just comes from the fact it's linked in my mind to a nice day that i had. but as a sci-fi fan it was neat to see something so influential to the genre and see how much it had been drawn on. the treatment of the female characters left much to be desired lol, but the grimy future visuals were great, and i can see why it became so iconic.

6. the batman (2022): a superhero movie with actual cinematography, memorable performances, and a killer soundtrack? in this economy??? obviously i'm biased, i'm a huge batman fan and i enjoy robert pattinson, so i'm not exactly the hardest audience member to win over. but there have been so many terrible superhero movies in the past several years, and so seeing one that felt like an actual noir detective story and not just a bunch of quips in front of a greenscreen was a relief. the cast was great, and as a batcat fan it was really great to feel like i was actually being catered to with all focus on their relationship both in the film and all the promotional stuff like the photo-shoots and such. not normally the case in this genre lol.

7. everything everywhere all at once (2022): i don't know that i have anything to say about this movie that hasn't already been said better. it's fun, it's out of the box, michelle yeoh is a treasure, it does a lot with the multi-verse concept. i will say at times the film did feel a bit saccharine, particularly towards the end. ymmv when it comes to sappiness, but it overdid it for me. even so, it was a good time, and i'm very happy for attention it's brought michelle yeoh, who is so phenomenal.

8. turning red (2022): i watched this on a whim after seeing some folks online talking about it, and it was very cute. it reminded me a lot of what it was like to be a weird middle school girl. i don't really feel nostalgic for that part of my life at all, but this did have me thinking of my past self with some affection.

9. coded bias (2020): i believe i watched this after a discussion in a grad school class about racial bias in ai/algorithms. i enjoy a good documentary and found the film quite interesting and informative.

10. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004): this one is one of my all-time favorites. i watched it again not long ago and it really holds up. i love non-linear storytelling and playing with the subjective/fallibility of memory, so this film is really just right in my wheelhouse. thanks to sailor moon, i also am obsessed with stories about whether the same people will fall in love again if they don't have their memories, so again. like catnip to me. the circular nature of the story, the way love is futile in this never ending circular story but still worth fighting for. i will be thinking about this one forever

#kaitlin speaks

[marypsue]

movie references in the road goes ever on

When I set out to write the road goes ever on, also affectionately known on this blog as ‘the monster longfic’, I did so with the goal in mind of making it as closely resemble an actual season of Stranger Things as I could. Part of the genetic makeup of a season of Stranger Things, though, is shot-for-shot recreations of scenes from classic movies of the era, something that was a little difficult to do in text. So...I got creative. 

I threatened to do this once, and now it’s a reality. Here’s a list of every deliberate movie reference I can remember making in the fic. I may have missed one or two, since it’s been a while since I actually wrote it; if you spot something you think is a reference, it was definitely on purpose and deliberate and I will be taking all the credit for it, thank you. 

Chapter One: Phone Home

The title of this chapter is, obviously, lifted from Steven Spielberg’s E.T. The Extraterrestrial (1982). 

“You look like shit,” Steve says, and Robin flings the empty plastic case for Invasion of the Body Snatchers at his head.

...

It takes the girl who’s walked in what feels like hours to pick a movie. In the end, she rents Sixteen Candles and maybe flirts with Steve a little bit while he checks the movie out for her.

Do namedrops count? Season four said namedrops count, and I’ll take every opportunity I can steal from season four. That bitch owes me.

Jonathan grabs the empty fourth seat, across the table from his mom, and pulls a white paper carton towards him at random. “This smells great. Thanks.” He peers into the box. “What’s this?”

“Maggots,” Will says, innocently.

I lifted this gag directly from The Lost Boys (1987), which was a big inspiration for this fic and probably the movie I referenced the most. It doesn’t work quite as well when the person with the takeout carton of rice isn’t being hypnotised into seeing maggots, but oh well. 

“I hear the new high school has a much nicer darkroom…”

“My whole life is a dark room,” Jonathan mutters to his ginger beef.

And this iconic line was, of course, stolen from Beetlejuice (1988). I made a post after my first watch of Stranger Things about how we all make fun of Jonathan for being an overdramatic emo, but if it had actually come out in the 80s he would be right up there in black and white gifs of the ‘I don’t like most people’ scene on all the goth blogs right beside Lydia quipping that she’s strange and unusual, so. Like mother, like son.

Chapter Two: Splitting the Party

“I’d rather have El back,” Mike says, setting his rifle against his shoulder and sighting down it. He fires, once, twice, three times in quick succession. Points scroll up across the screen.

I stuck this Duck Hunt video game into the Palace Arcade because I saw it in The Karate Kid (1984), so I’m counting this as an 80s movie reference.

Robin shakes her head again, waits a moment for the headrush to pass, then unties her Chucks and kicks them onto the floor. She doesn’t bother to take her sunglasses off, just collapses backwards onto her bed –

- and into shallow water.

In the camera of my imagination, this bit is shot in reference to that one scene in The Lost Boys where Michael drops off the trestle bridge and it transitions via superimposition to him lying across his bed at an awkward angle with his Wayfarers on. You may notice this is part of a pattern. 

Chapter Three: Sleep All Day, Party All Night

This chapter’s title comes from the tagline for The Lost Boys. The full line is “Sleep all day. Party all night. It’s fun to be a vampire.” I picked it because this chapter is the motherlode of The Lost Boys references, and also because it introduces a nighttime meeting of the Party, so it’s also a bad pun. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you all watch that movie last night. You weren’t even supposed to see Fright Night! You and your friends all bought tickets for Follow That Bird!”

More namedrops - Fright Night (1985) is (imo) the inferior 80s teen-vampire-hunters horror-comedy, and Follow That Bird (1985) was a Sesame Street big-screen offering featuring Big Bird. 

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Samantha says. “So. All I know about you is that you’re into photography, you’re a high school senior, and you have a little brother. Oh, and you’re capable of identifying Siouxsie Sioux by sight, you don’t like roller skating, and you prefer Evil Dead to French arthouse. What other essential Jonathan Byers facts should I know?”

Does it count to namedrop Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead (1981) if it’s already shown up onscreen? I say yes. 

“Maybe we should just have him over for dinner,” Lucas suggests, as Erica takes cloves of garlic out of the jar on the counter. “Make Italian. Grate some garlic, tell him it’s parmesan.”

Another gag from The Lost Boys, as is Lucas’ vampire-hunting getup in this same scene. He seemed like the most likely character to dress up like a Frog brother. I owe Joel Schumacher for the idea of water pistols full of holy water, too. 

Samantha’s nodding, still with that too-knowing look. “Sure. Sure. Way more to it than some Revenge of the Nerds fantasy. Got it.”

“The sarcasm is not appreciated,” Jonathan says, and Samantha laughs again.

I didn’t love Revenge of the Nerds (1984), but you gotta admit, it and Jonathan/Nancy most likely came from the same sort of inspiration (disgruntled nerd boys from the 80s who couldn’t get a date with a ‘popular’ girl). 

“Bet that burns, huh? Nosferatu?”

“What? No, it’s -” Steve shakes off his now-wet hand, feeling a little like he’s lost the plot. “Freezing. [...]”

I took this dialogue directly from The Lost Boys - actually, from the very dinner party scene where the teenage vampire hunters feed the suspected vampire grated garlic and tell him it’s parmesan. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Erica says. “You are not leaving me alone with Eddie Munster.”

This works on two levels - it’s a namedrop from TV’s The Munsters (1964-1966), and it also nods to another line of dialogue from The Lost Boys, where one of the teenage vampire hunters refers to a child vampire freaking out at them as ‘the attack of Eddie Munster’. This is a reminder that this part of the fic was drafted before the second s4 teaser dropped; I’m pretty sure the Duffers and I just went to the same well on this one. (Tangentially related, but have I mentioned why I’m pretty sure Chrissy’s name is a reference to Stephen King’s Christine?)

Robin drops Firestarter back into its black plastic video-store-issue case, and grabs the next tape off the stack to rewind. If people would just rewind their own tapes when they were finished with them – well, maybe she wouldn’t have a job. But still.

Psychic. If she was psychic, would Robin really be working at some shitty minimum-wage job, mindlessly rewinding tapes and straightening shelves and keeping twelve-year-olds from renting Animal House – all right, not really trying all that hard to keep twelve-year-olds from renting Animal House, sue her - and trying not to drop dead of abject boredom?

...

She drops E.T. into the rewinder and starts it up, before picking up Firestarter and heading out to find its rightful place on the shelves.

More namedrops! We’ve seen Firestarter (1984) get a nod in the show already, in a poster outside Family Video in the epilogue of s3, and obviously E.T. was one of the major inspirations for Stranger Things. I tried to make sure all the movies that were referenced by name in the video store had some kind of thematic or plot relevance to whatever was going on at the time they were namedropped, although Animal House (1978) kind of breaks that pattern.

Chapter Four: 10-4

This chapter’s a little light on movie references, but I did sneak in one piece of dialogue I lifted from Labyrinth (1986):

“If you need us -” Mick starts, and Kali smiles.

“I’ll call.”

Chapter Five: Man’s Best Friend

Mike doesn’t answer. Mike’s busy staring at the boarded-up main door leading into the lab.

And the two guys in blue coveralls who’ve just come out of it.

Since all the costuming’s in the reader’s mind’s eye, I could easily tell you these #lewks were meant to be modelled off Michael Myers or Hannibal Lecter, but...nah, no, that’s exactly what I’m going to tell you. Just try and prove otherwise. 

The creature gives a curious rumble. Robin forces herself not to move as it drops forward onto its knuckles, and pushes its head forward.

Into her hand.

Wrong era of movies, obviously, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least acknowledge the obvious influence of How to Train Your Dragon (2010) on this scene. 

“Dart. And -” Dustin gestures with both hands towards the creature. “Gizmo!” He pauses, turning to give the creature a long look. “Yep, you’re definitely a Gizmo.”

The newly-christened Gizmo clicks at him, but Robin puts a hand on its flank and it settles.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don’t feed it after midnight,” Steve says.

Gizmo is, of course, named after the friendly little monster from Gremlins (1984). What can I say, it seemed appropriate. 

Joyce doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary, though. A chequebook. A wallet, with a Michigan driver’s license and a few credit cards in the name of Rhonda Williams, with a slightly younger Rhonda’s face smiling from them.

It is extremely not obvious at all, but Rhonda’s last name is another nod to Labyrinth. 

Chapter Six: The Swarm

“Evil Ed,” Erica says, with a pointed stare at Lucas.

“Erica. Seriously. It’s not vampires.”

Erica is, of course, referring to a secondary character in Fright Night, who actually, believe it or not, got the ‘Evil’ part of his nickname before all the vampires even showed up. 

“Who are you going to call from a pay phone?” Nancy asks, with this kind of pissed-off smile.

“The Ghostbusters,” Mike deadpans.

...

A note of hope works its way into her sarcasm as she says, “Unless that was all a horrible fever dream and that’s not actually a giant monster and I’m not actually telekinetic and covered in blood like a bad Carrie ripoff?”

“Sorry,” Steve says. “You’re still giving Sissy Spacek a run for her money.”

We’re still counting namedrops. Because I said so.

“Jesus Christ, Nancy!” Lucas calls from the backseat. There’s an edge of panic in it. “Pull off!”

[...]

Nancy lets out a long breath, her shoulders slumping. She says, “I won,” like she can’t believe it.

This passage, dialogue and all, was lifted straight from Stand By Me (1986). In the camera of my imagination, it’s a shot-for-shot recreation of the street racing scene. 

“[...] And it never hurts to have a smoking gun.”

This fic’s version of the Hellfire Club was heavily inspired by The X-Files’ Smoking Gun. Obviously The X-Files is a TV show, not a movie, and it’s from the 90s, but I’m still including it here because I was very proud of myself for sneaking in a dialogue reference even though the show didn’t exist yet at the time the fic’s set. 

Unlike Dustin, the giant, horrifying monster currently wearing – yep, those are Robin’s Wayfarers – at least has the decency to seem embarrassed.

Steve stands there with his hands on his hips and looks Gizmo – and the blue windbreaker and unconvincing curly grey-brown toupee it’s wearing – up and down. “No. Nope. That’s never gonna work,” he says.

Gizmo’s incredibly convincing disguise is a direct visual reference to the way the protagonists disguise Bernie’s corpse in Weekend at Bernie’s (1989). Gizmo’s just lucky that Dustin didn’t try to staple the toupee to its head. 

“Okay, well, you guys come up with a brilliant plan to sneak him out of here, then! Because the whole town is crawling with feds, and he’s a little big to throw a blanket over and stick in a bike basket!”

Dustin’s obviously referencing E.T. here. And here:

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve seen E.T., I’ve seen Escape to Witch Mountain, I’ve ridden this carnival ride before. I know how this goes.”

Escape to Witch Mountain (1975) is about a pair of psychic twins who’re being hunted by people who want to use their powers. The psychics turn out to actually be aliens. As you can see, it’s slightly relevant. 

Samantha taps her foot against the floor. “It’s still missing something.”

“Try this.” Will passes her the hat. It’s a huge, black cartwheel, with fabric bunched up around the crown. When Samantha settles it on El’s head, she unfolds the fabric, draping rose-patterned black lace over El’s face. If the makeup alone hadn’t made her unrecognizable, the makeup under the lace veil is definitely doing the trick.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t even know it was you under there,” Jonathan says.

El grins wider, pushing back the veil, and grabs her Polaroid camera off the dresser, holding it up to her eye to snap a picture of herself in the mirror.

Samantha grins, too, studying her handiwork. “Strange and unusual. Perfect.” She looks up at Will. “Where’d you find that hat?”

Will shrugs. “My mom had it in the back of her closet with a bunch of old stuff.”

Another visual reference. Sadly, they’re difficult to make work in text. This is Lydia’s introductory outfit from Beetlejuice, with the rose-lace veil from the scene with the line ‘My whole life is a dark room’. In the camera of my imagination, when El holds up the Polaroid instant camera, it’s a nod to the shot where Lydia first sees the Maitlands looking out of the attic window. The hat was found in the back of Joyce’s closet because Winona Ryder plays both her and Lydia, and I’m clever and hilarious. Obviously. 

Steve glowers at her. Unfortunately for him, Robin knows that, of the three fistfights he’s gotten himself into ever, he’s lost two of them, and the only one he’d won was against Russia’s answer to the Keystone Kops. She can take him.

The Keystone Kops were the stars of a series of silent slapstick comedies in the early 1910s, and their bumbling, overenergetic, exaggerated reactions and general incompetence have been much imitated on film ever since. 

Robin has to agree with him.

“Toto,” she says, turning in a slow circle, “we are definitely not in Kansas anymore.”

You all recognise The Wizard of Oz (1939), right? Yeah you do. 

Sam leans closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Murray doing the same. The screen’s actinic glare throws a sickly light on all of their faces as the four of them crowd in to read.

Does it count if the shot I’m recreating in my mind’s eye is from season 2 of the very show I’m writing fanfiction for? Because I imagined this as a funhouse-mirror version of that shot of the Party from the perspective looking up from the screen of the Dragon’s Lair game from s2e1. 

Robin shoots him a look. “Unless your monster buddy can E.T. these bikes into the air, we’re not going any farther along this street.”

...

“Come on, pal, get your head in the game.” He immediately ruins it by glancing back over his shoulder and then adding, like this is some normal bullshit conversation about comic books or girls or whether the Terminator could beat the Alien, “Because if you don’t, we’re all gonna die. Again, no pressure.”

Namedrops!

Chapter Seven: The Rainbow Connection

The song ‘The Rainbow Connection’ came from The Muppet Movie (1979), so I’m counting it. 

(this town is so small it only has Cantonese, she has to go all the way to Indianapolis for an edible Szechuan)

I based this version of Steve’s mom on Delia Deetz from Beetlejuice, and stole this complaint right out of Delia’s mouth. 

“Really?” Jonathan raises a terrifyingly black-pencilled eyebrow at her. “I was thinking more Robert Smith. Or maybe Frank N. Furter.”

Of course Jonathan Byers has seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975). And of course so has Robin Buckley. I’m right. 

“[...]Wouldn’t you want to see what kind of results you’re going to get before you go shooting yourself full of monster juice and hoping it’ll give you superpowers and not just, like, melt you down into a blob or give you a fly head or turn you into a giant uncontrollable green rage monster or whatever?”

Okay, technically, David Cronenberg’s remake of The Fly (1958) didn’t come out until 1986, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Dustin had caught the original on a late-night creature feature.

“So you have to get rid of this – mind flayer – before E.T. here can phone home?” Kali asks.

Listen, I never said I had a wide breadth of movie references. Just that there were a lot of them. 

Chapter Eight: Project Unicorn

“You know, there’s one thing about living in Hawkins that I just can’t stomach,” Scott says. “All the -” He looks down, into the glare the girl – she can’t be more than ten – still has fixed on him. “Darn feds.”

One of the first things I knew when I set out to write this fic was that I had to put a paraphrase of the final line from The Lost Boys in Scott Clarke’s mouth. 

Max’s smile is vicious and victorious and maybe the most beautiful thing Lucas has ever seen. “Maybe you should be asking yourself: do I feel lucky?”

The guy stops himself almost as soon as he starts to move, but Lucas doesn’t miss the way he starts to turn his head to look back at the door. He must be wondering, too, where his army of big guys with big weapons are. Why they haven’t come bursting in to rescue him yet.

Max gives the gun a little waggle. “Well? Do you?”

And yes, I do have Max quoting the most famously misremembered line from Dirty Harry (1971). An earlier draft of the fic actually had Lucas bring it up, later, but I cut it because it didn’t work. 

Robin presses on. She’s seen It’s A Wonderful Life. She’s totally got this.

...

“[...] You’d have all the same problems – well, okay, not the giant monsters and Bond villains problems, but the other ones, about the future. And you never would’ve gotten to know any of us. You’d be all on your own.”

Namedrops!

“You bastards! You bastards, you killed my sister! You killed my sister! You shit-sucking, evil – You killed her! Nancy!”

This one might be a bit of a stretch, but The Lost Boys remains the only place I’ve ever actually heard someone use ‘shit-sucking’ as an insult. 

A blunt, blind little knob of a head pokes up out of the gory mess that was Billy’s chest, glistening obscenely under the flickering lights.

Yeah it’s the chestburster scene from Alien (1979), and you know it. 

Chapter Nine: The Fellowship of the Gate

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin gasps, flinging the first of the makeshift acid bombs. It bursts against the floor just in front of the leading edge of the swarm, spattering holes in the concrete and the advancing monster squad both.

I’m counting this as a namedrop for The Monster Squad (1987) because I used this specific phrasing on purpose. 

“Okay,” Robin says to herself, looking all around her. She still can’t see anyone – or anything – that might be watching her. Only the endless, indistinguishable dark. “Kind of short on ruby slippers, here.”

Jokes referencing The Wizard of Oz are gimmes, but hey. 

I did model El’s confrontation with Brenner in the mindscape after the climactic scene of Labyrinth, though I’m not sure it’s obvious. 

Not that it seems like it cares, Jesus, is he trying to fight the Terminator here?

Naaaamedrops. 

And, kneeling on the roof a few feet away, forehead pressed to forehead, clinging to each other like they’re each the only thing holding the other up –

Again, wrong era of movies, but I stole this visual from the denouement of Pacific Rim (2013). It seemed thematically appropriate. 

“Steve, you look like hell.”

“Yeah, no shit, douchebag, I just got back.” 

Slightly modified this dialogue from Heathers (1989). I also wanted to give Joyce an adapted line of Veronica’s (”Karen, my love, there’s a new police chief in town”) but unfortunately couldn’t make it fit. 

When she mentions that to Steve, though, he just shrugs and says, “That’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise,” and any disappointment Robin might have felt immediately goes straight out the window.

“Dingus! You actually watched The Apartment?”

The Apartment (1960) came up on TCM the New Year’s Eve of the year I first bingewatched Stranger Things seasons 1-3. Serendipity is real. 

Steve looks so blindsided that Robin has to magnanimously offer, “We can even double feature with Star Wars, if you want. You know, the one with the teddy bears.”

Namedrops!

“Scared you’re gonna miss a code red?” Erica needles at him, and Lucas can’t help a disbelieving stare in her direction.

“Says the fearless vampire killer.”

I haven’t actually seen The Fearless Vampire Killers, or Pardon Me, But Your Teeth Are In My Neck (1967), but it has the best title in horror-comedy history. 

“No way. You dorks are not depriving me of the chance to drop Mike in a bog of eternal stench. Not after Lucas made me waste a whole Saturday afternoon rolling this character.”

The Bog of Eternal Stench is, obviously, from Labyrinth. 

“Jesus, Buckley,” Steve says, not bothering to try to hide how impressed he is. “At this rate you’ll be back to re-enacting Carrie by Christmas.”

And one last namedrop to wrap this roundup up!

By my count, that makes an even 60 references! (Even if I had to fudge a couple of those just a tiny little bit.)

#this is mary's fic tag #was this an excuse to reread my own fanfiction? what of it #i had a Lot of fun smuggling some of these into the fic

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

i know donna being a sheriff is a bit dodge but roll with me a minute can we talk about it in the context of the show. because almost every sheriff we see (and we see many) is some dude who is at least in their 40s, likely 50s or older. even jody, our other important female sheriff, is in her 40s and 50s for the majority of the series having been born in 1969. but donna! donna! when she is introduced in series 9 as sheriff of stillwater, (using brianna's birth year of 1982) she is only 32. and she's already a sheriff!! the absolute determination and tenacity and talent she must have to be a sheriff in a career so full of older people and men!!! there really isn't enough appreciation of donna as a character let alone outside of how lovely and bubbly she is. but like this woman kicks absolute ASS

#laying in bed a few nights ago thinking about how donna is the most incredible woman to ever woman #donna hanscum #donna meta #ola.txt