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Hey now those (your big brown eyes) are some dangerous weapons you got there be careful where you aim those things

[Above] you see the boys leaving for the airport in their limousine. Davy’s holding a beautiful portrait of himself that a fan gave him as a gift. He was really thrilled with it. Micky’s wearing the coat that Davy and Mike bought him for the tour.

Steve swayed to one side then tumbled to the ground. The slimy ground cushioned the souls so that Dustin didn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. What he did hear was Robin screaming Steve’s name. It wasn’t even a true scream, just her hoarse voice cracking around the syllables, but it was enough to snap him out of staring transfixed at Eddie.

His first thought was “what’s wrong with Steve?” Then it dawned on him as he watched blood bubble up on his friend’s lip. He shoved a now fine Eddie off of his lap and and scrambled to Steve’s limp body, half crawling and falling over himself. His stomach bottomed out when he looked at Steve’s face, identical injuries to what Eddie had had. What had he done? “No.” His voice was broken and weak. “That’s not what I- I didn’t mean to… Steve. Wait, no, Steve this isn’t right.” He started to cry, reaching for Steve’s head.

Robin shoved the boy away. “What have you done?” She screamed, tears free flowing down her face. She threw off her shirt and tore it into strips, covering the worst of the injuries and synching it tight with her belt.

“Robin, I didn’t mean to… this is not what I meant.” Dustin could barely talk around the lump in his throat. He’d just killed Steve. When he’d asked he hadn’t been thinking it was just… Steve fixed everything. He always knew what to do, always protected them…… Dustin had just wanted Eddie back. What had he done?

Strong hands gripped Dustin’s shoulders. It was Eddie, standing behind him. His face was contorted as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Nancy was asking the same thing on repeat. Only Dustin and Robin really knew, and they shared this horrible weight between them. Dustin wanted to die. Why couldn’t it have been him?

Robin made a choking noise like an animal as Steve shut his eyes. Standing, she grabbed him damsel style and ran without hesitation. Some kind of inhuman power had come over her as she lay him delicately on the mattress in Eddie’s trailer and climbed the ladder.

Dustin lay crumpled on the ground, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. He kept repeating “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Eddie and Nancy desperately tried to get him to stand but he’d shit them out. Setting his jaw, Eddie grabbed him under the arms in a bear hug and dragged him to the trailer all the while saying in a panicked voice, “it’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Once in the trailer, Robin was screaming at them. “Help him up, hand him up to me.” She was in the trailer on the other side of the ceiling portal, she had tangled the sheets around her feet so the she could stand in a way, reaching her arms through the portal.

Without thought of how this was even going to work, Eddie and Nancy hoisted Steve toward the ceiling, trying to be as gentle as possible. After standing on a chair, they were able to pass him off, how Robin lifted him through the rest of the way was beyond them, but her voice was so authoritative and her expression so crazy they felt they could do nothing but what she demanded.

As Nancy climbed up the rope of sheets, Eddie shook Dustin, trying to snap him out of it. “I need you to climb up to safety now. Dustin, climb up the goddam rope!” He was screaming in the boy’s face, trying to shock him into moving. It worked and Dustin was running for the rope. Each of them reached the other side just as they heard the wheels of Nancy’s car screech out of the driveway. The two of them ran to Eddie’s van to follow.

Steve woke to the sound of a heart monitor. The hospital room was uncomfortably bright, but it was obvious that’s where he was. He felt a wave of shock and nausea pass over him. Wasn’t he supposed to be dead? The memories flooded back to him. Eddie bleeding out, Dustin, cradling him, a mess, crying and begging for Steve to help, to save him, to fix it, just fix it. There was so much pain so much raw panic, Steve had had to do it. He was able to save a life, he couldn’t just not. And with the way Dustin had begged him to fix it, all hesitation left his mind. This was his purpose, this is why he’d been given the gift at all.

Looking around the room, Steve saw Dustin, sitting in the far corner on the floor. He was grey looking and stared at the tiles. On his other side robin sat on a chair, her knees curled to her chest, asleep. He tried once to day her name, but found his voice a rasp. He swallowed dryly and tried again. “Robs?”

Her eyelids fluttered before she took a deep breath and looked at him. She stated for a groggy moment before it dawned on her. “Steve?” She whispered before repeating g it i a shout. She crashed to her knees, chest pressed against the side of the bed as she reached for him, holding his hand, touching his face, her fingers were butterflies flitting around his body, as if checking to see if he were real.

Dustin shot up from his corner. “Steve?” He dashed to the other side of the bed. He looked between Steve and Robin in disbelief. “Steve!” He started to cry. “I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t want you to- why would you do that? I didn’t mean for you to die. I thought you were going to die.” He was sobbing and buried his face in the sheets.

Steve petted his head with one hand. “It’s okay, Dustin. It was my choice.” He squeezed Robin’s hand with his other. She began to cry too.

“What the hell, Dingus. I thought I’d lost you.”

“Where is everyone? Are they safe? Max?”

Dustin lifted his head slowly and shared a look with Robin. They both took a deep breath.

The heart monitor screamed as Steve staggered his way down the hall, having ripped off the monitors and IVs. Robin and Dustin were following, shouting at him to stop and be careful. He looked into the windows of each room, looking for the familiar red head of hair. Once he found her he threw the door open, causing Mike, Lucas, El, and Will to jump to their feet. He had a dark determination in his eyes as he marched for her bed, reaching out for her.

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked as Dustin and Robin skidded into the room.

“Just move.” Steve gritted out. The pain of moving had gotten so great he’d thrown ip in the hallway, but seeing max in all those casts doubled his fortitude.

The group realized what he was trying to do and move nearly in unison, standing in front of the bed to block the way.

“Steve stop.” Dustin said as he and Robin jumped in front of him, grabbing onto him to force him back. “Don’t do this. You’re already hurt enough. Anything else and you might-“ He choked a little.

“Let me go. Let me heal her.” Robin and Dustin threw themselves against him as hard as the could, trying to keep him back. “Let me heal her!” He shouted, halfway angry, halfway desperate.

“No.” Lucas said. “You’ve done enough. It’s enough.” He was almost giving Steve permission. Permission to stop, to heal, to live.

“We want you here, with us.” Robin said, her restraining changing to more of a hug.

“We don’t know what we’d do without you. Without your help. We need you with us just as much as anyone else.” Dustin said, remorse carving his face.

“It’s not what she’d want.” El said softly. “She’ll wake up… when she’s ready. She would never forgive herself if she healed at the cost of your life. The doctors say you can’t take much more.”

Steve collapsed, all momentum lost. Tears coursed down his face and neck as he struggled to breath. He just wanted to fix it. That’s what he was meant for. And yet his body burned with pain. He want even sure how he’d made it down the hall. Around him his friends help him, and each other in a group hug of tears and shaky breaths. Feeling more at peace, knowing that they, that Dustin, didn’t want to trade him for someone else. He wasn’t just of use to them, they loved him like he loved them. He wasn’t sure he could go on, stay awake as the others cried with him and around him. Steve felt light headed, like he was floating. The lights in the room seemed to grow brighter and dimmer then fade out all together. With a deep, tear stained breath, he slipped into darkness in the warmth of his friends arms.

There is a fic in the hobbit fandom where Bilbo has a Gift and he can take someone's injury from them. Aka. They scrape open their shin, he holds onto them a sec, and they're completely fine, but his leg is now bleeding. Direct transfer. This came about because that fandom really enjoys killing Bilbo in myriad horrifying ways.

So I was thinking about ST fandom, and how much we love to see Steve be insecure and self sacrificing. And If I'd watched the show maybe I'd have the details to do it right and talk about him taking head trauma from Lucas in 2, and undoing the damage to Robin before she wakes up and knows about it, but I don't know much more than that.

So just consider Dustin begging Steve to help Eddie after the bats. Dustin, who knows that Steve doesn't heal the injury, he takes it on. Dustin who would never ever ask for this if he was thinking straight. But Dustin is hysterical, and Steve is desperate, so he tries, and he succeeds. Steve sort of falls sideways after its done. For a second, Dustin is too focused on the color coming back to Eddie's face, and the way his eyes are focusing again to notice.

reblog with the last song you listened to in the tags

@androcola

Here’s my love Princess Gwen because I can’t find any other Monkees art that I want to put up.

Peter: The secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you’ll need.

Micky: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling.

Davy: The third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer.

Just let me adore you, oh honey.

pretty boy hours

Aw coffee, no

whenever my iced coffee starts to sweat it's like -_- what r u so stressed over . your'e cofe

I’m just a boy who love itty bitty shorts

gn everyone

yk what i hate though. is when i find a meme and im like THIS IS SO [cool intimidating mutual i never talk to] I SHOULD SEND IT TO THEM but then i remember ive never talked to them ever and so i cant just like give them a meme out of the blue and so the meme just withers and rots in my camera roll 😔

Christmas in July. This is my favorite Christmas song ever. Period.

Riu Chiu From Season 2, Episode 15 - "The Monkees' Christmas Show"

Got a date with a bLENdEr…

happy birthday to this insane wonderful episode <3

Normalize whatever this is

THE MONKEES 1x19 “Find The Monkees”

Some of the most beautiful music ever made. What’d I’d give to be him. Or just know him.

I think this version of magnolia simms & tapioca tundra could fix me. How could it fix me? Who’s to say……..

THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

Monkees but like, its a Pixar film or something

(These are filters)

Mike: *watches as Micky misjudges the distance and air plain dives into the dirt. Lifts sunglasses off eyes* Now why would you go and do a thing like that?

Micky: If I run and jump at Mike, he’ll definitely catch me. Watch.

Micky: *charges towards Mike*

Mike: NO I’VE GOT COFFEE— !

Mike: *drops coffee and catches Micky*

i have the same gender as a man who is a beautiful woman. hope this helps

Mike: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

Wait. Personality test. Reblog with whether you hate it when someone sings along to the music in the car or you think singing along is cool. Personally, I HATE it.

Reblogging this because it needs to be SEEN

Mike: *locks Micky in the Monkeemobile* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Micky: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?! MIKE!

maybe the redditors are okay after all

I can’t get over the fact that Mike literally gave Will an arm punch? Is that not classic ‘I’m attracted to you so I’m going to avoid friendly affection in favour of a more ‘masculine’ and detached gesture because the idea of touching you makes me feel weird and nervous and I need to make it clear this is a Platonic interaction’?

If it was simply about weirdness from them not speaking, they could’ve just made it a stiff and awkward hug. But no, we get Mike specifically going out of his way to make it as non-intimate as possible.

This is everything the Stranger Things writers have posted publicly about the WGA strike:

TIMELINE

May 3rd:

Stranger Things writer Caitlin Schneiderhan tweets picture from personal Twitter account of sign from the strike that reads 'Pay us or Steve Harrington is toast'

May 6th:

Official Stranger Writers Twitter account makes post on behalf of the Duffers Brothers. They have since pinned this tweet to their profile. "Duffers here. Writing does not stop when filming begins. While we're excited to start production with our amazing cast and crew, it is not possible during this strike. We hope a fair deal is reached soon so we can all get back to work. Until then -- over and out. #wgastrong

Bonus:

May 12th:

Tumblr

Or, goat passant sable

At the picketing line outside netflix HQ on Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, May 12 2023.

Stranger Things writer Kate Trefry posts picture from personal Tumblr account of sign that reads, 'Byler won’t write itself'

As far as I know, the two writers that posted on their personal socials are the only writers from ST that even have personal accounts that are public, whereas the rest of the writers do not.

What does make me take a pause though, is that, while yes they did post these pictures from their personal accounts, which is about as official as it gets, they also cryptically did not include themselves in said pictures...

This just got me thinking about how Stranger Things is quite literally Netflix and vise versa. They are practically one in the same, where one without the other just doesn't make sense.

While this conflict of interest might run deep for many writers out there fearing to speak out against their employer, for us, the consumers, the fans, we as a collective have so much more power than we realize.

In contrast to the writers, streamers can't just fire their consumer base sometime down the line, out of spite for speaking out. Without consumers, neither Stranger Things nor Netflix would be what it is today.

We have the affordance of being able to speak up the loudest of anyone. And so why wouldn't we take advantage of that?

There are so many people out there protesting: writers, actors, others in the industry and even outside of it who are also taking a stand, many who need support so that they can continue to fight in the upcoming days, weeks, months, without being deterred by corporations that are making them feel greedy for demanding a contract that at most, asks that they be paid fairly.

And so I want to encourage anyone that is reading this, but fellow fans of Stranger Things especially, who have so much power in this strike when it comes to getting Netflix's attention, to consider taking the time to do whatever you can individually + with the masses as a community in order to best support the strike.

Follow the Strike! If you're active on various social media already, please be sure to follow the official accounts advocating for the strike via Instagram (@writersguildwest/@wgaeast), via Twitter (@WGAWest/@WGAEast). Engage with posts from folks that are out there daily, many with whom you can find by following tags like #WGAStrong, #WGAStrike and #WritersStrike. Although most fans are not able to join in picketing themselves, we can at least recognize all of those out there's individual efforts and do our best to show that we're paying attention and listening!

Spread the word! Show support any way you can by sharing posts and articles about the strike, or even fun memes to inform others in a more engaging way. This is the official site for the WGA strike if you want to learn more about what’s going on before diving in! And make sure to stay up-to-date here as things continue to unfold!

Donate! The Entertainment Community Fund is endorsed by the WGA for anyone that wants to support those affected by the strike financially. And this thread on Twitter is an incredible resourse, as it provides an ‘easy, one-click, stress-free, accessible-to-all-budgets’ ways you can support folks on the front lines.

Also! Consider donating through this link for the Entertainment Community Fund, where the money donated still goes directly to that fund, this is just an organizing page for Stranger Things fans specifically! By allowing fans to see how much of an impact we make as a collective, in real time, this could encourage even more ST fans to want to contribute. In a best case scenario, if this GoFundMe were to reach impressive proportions of donations from fans, that could lead to news outlets reporting on it, which could allow an opportunity for even more eyes on the strike, while also even more importantly being able to provide financial support to those that need it.

Trend! On social media, use #StrangerFansforWGA to trend or even just to reach other fans also looking to come together to support the strike!

While I know this post probably wont reach anywhere outside of Tumblr, I want to make a point to encourage those of you that are on other platforms to inform fans in those spaces about the strike and what they can do to help!

We might not all agree on everything, but I think we can agree on at least one thing... @Netflix & all major streamers and networks out there, who are still refusing to make a fair deal: PAY YOUR WRITERS!

In the mean time, if you're interested in working on different ideas for initiates we can carry out as a fandom, please reach out to me! I might only one person and I might not have all the answers and solutions, but I do know that with more of us working together, our odds of making an impact are much greater!

Over and out!

Just a little Steddie thought, let me know if you want more. quick disclaimer, this has a dyslexic mc who has some internalized bullying for it. I am dyslexic and this was based off of my personal experience with dyslexia, though it’s different for everyone, by no means is this a universal truth or accurate description for the entire population of people who are dyslexic.

Steve wandered through the empty isles of Family Video, scanning the titles to make sure they were all in their correct places. He absently read the titles aloud under his breath as he went along.

“The G-od Fa-th-er.” He unscrambled the letters of the name in his mind, he barely noticed it anymore, though when he heard his own voice saying the titles aloud he stopped. A memory came to the front of his mind.

Nancy scanned the library shelves, the top of her head tucked under Steve’s chin. She gave a little sigh. “Steve? Don’t read the titles aloud, remember? It’s really distracting. It’ll go faster anyway if it’s in your head.” She turned her chin up at him to give a little smile.

“Sure, sorry Nance.” He knew that it would be harder to figure the words out without sounding them out, but it was fine. He was really just here for Nancy anyway.

Steve closed his mouth, chewing on his bottom lip as he continued to scan the titles, saying the words in his head like if he was speaking out loud.

“The Godfather.” Someone said beside him.

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin.

Eddie stood next to him, hands folded behind his back as he leaned on the balls of his feet toward the shelf. “That’s a good movie.” He continued down the line, reading the titles aloud. “The Goonies,” he kept up reading the titles out, making the odd comment about them. Eventually he came across one that was misshelved and Steve plucked it off.

Putting on his “King Steve” face, Steve turned toward Eddie. “Are you mocking me?” Could people just not leave him alone? He knew he wasn’t that bright, but did everyone have to keep reminding him? His face was heating up as he stood there.

Eddie’s head snapped up, looking at Steve with wide eyes. “What? No! Nope, no, no. I was just… I also read titles aloud and… well-“

“I looked like I needed help? Well, I don’t, thanks.” Steve shouldered past the other guy, making a b-line for the correct shelf. What an asshole.

“That’s not it. Wow, this is all going the wrong way.” He rocked his head up and down and absently brought his hands around his ears. “It’s stupid, but I thought it was cute- not in a condescending way! Just in a… normal way…” Eddie looked at Steve through his lashes.

“So you are making fun of me.” He slammed the VHS in its correct space, looking at Eddie with a face that screamed “I’m tired of your bullshit.”

“No! No, Steve. You’re taking this all wrong. I was reading the movie titles out loud because I was listening to you and following along to see which movie I wanted to watch, then you stopped and I just kind of… picked up where you left off. I wasn’t thinking about it, it was just kinda automatic. Sorry.” Eddie scratched the back of his neck and held one hand out toward Steve, it’s intention unclear.

“Oh. Okay.” Was all Steve could come up with as a response. “As far as movies go, have you seen Back the the Future?”

Eddie shook his head. “I have not.” He grinned at Steve.

“No way! You have to see it, it’s a great movie. I watch it, like, once a week.”

“It really must be good.” He dug the toe of his boot into the tile floor, looking down for a moment before putting on a devilish grin. “Wanna watch it with me? If you haven’t already seen it this week, that is.”

Steve tilted his face up, looking at Eddie down his nose in a considering manner. He rocked his head side to side. “Yeah, okay. My place tonight?”

“Yeah! Wait, I don’t know where you live.” Eddie pulled his hair in front of his mouth.

“You could hang around till the end of my shift if you want. You can follow me home.” Steve found the movie and walked up to the counter, sliding it over to Robin.

She groaned. “Not this movie again, Steve. How could you enjoy watching a movie so many times. Especially considering what happened the first time-“ Robin’s eye shot toward Eddie and she cut herself off.

“We’ll, Eddie hasn’t seen it.” Steve shot back. “I’m just going to educate him.” He snatched the movie away from his friend after she processed it.

Robin just rolled her eyes.

Eddie bounced on the balls of his feet behind Steve’s back. This was going to be the longest shift ever.

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

Peter: Davy look! I got a box of crayons that has 100 colors inside!

Davy: color me impressed

Peter: *digging through box in distress* I don’t have that one!