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The Field- New in Town

Stranger Things

The letters laid strewn across the floor. Their words had been El’s solace for the first few weeks moving out to California. But as each letter came, a small hope peeked in her. She would scan the letter looking at the end and find disappointment at the words:

“From, Mike”

It stared back at her in silent mockery. “From,” but never “love.” He had said it once. He had meant it. But now, it had hidden itself inside him and he had not let it show since.

A gentle knock came to her door. She sniffed, “Come in.”

Will walked in to see the scene. The letters all across the floor. The balled up tissues that hadn’t quite made the wastepaper basket.

“El… what’s wrong?” He kneeled down gingerly. Ready in case she wanted to kick him out instead.

She put her head in her hands, she mumbled, “…alone.”

He bit his lip. “I’ll give you some space.”

She lifted her head up and new tears burst forth. “No! I said I feel so alone!”

Will immediately realized his mistake and got on the floor with her. She wailed and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, El. It’s okay.” He soothed, holding her and she sobbed into his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, right? You aren’t alone. You have me and Jonathan and my mom- our mom.” He wasn’t sure if she was actually okay calling her mom but it felt right in the moment.

“I know that. But I used to have everybody. I had Max, and Lucas and Dustin and… Mike.” A fresh sob emerged from her throat at the mention of his name. Her cries choking out the last name, “Hop-”

He squeezed her tight. Why? Why did all this stuff happen to her? To them? She was right. There was a moment. After the Snow Ball, there had been a reprieve from all the fear and the heartache. They went over to the cabin nearly every other day. They helped her learn what they knew. They would talk and laugh. And then summer came and everything fell apart.

All he could do was hold her. “I feel it, too. I miss them everyday. Most days, it felt like they were the only thing keeping me together. And now, they’re a thousand miles away. And I know it’s hard, but they still try to talk to us in the ways that they can. We get to talk on the phone and Mike sends you all these letters.”

There was a pang of jealousy in him. Mike didn’t write him letters. Will had attempted doing the whole “story/ art back and forth” thing, but Mike hadn't sent anything back. To make things worse, his mom had started a new job as a salesperson and used the phone all the time.

El let go of Will and looked, begrudgingly at the letters. “You don’t get it. All these letters, not one of them say love. He won’t say it or even say why.”

Will looked at all the letters, bewildered. Wasn’t that the way you were supposed to sign letters to your girlfriend, ‘love’?

Wil questioned, “Well, have you talked to him about it?”

El quoted, “‘You can’t make someone say, ‘I love you.’ I have to wait.” She was quoting Joyce. She had talked to her about it, but another letter had come and El felt the fresh wave of disappointment.

“I- Yeah, I know you’re right. But maybe just if you say it first.”

“I say it in every letter.” Her voice was frustrated and she sat back against the bed.

“Oh.” Will couldn’t understand or fathom it. Why wouldn’t Mike say it? What was going on with him? He looked over at El and saw the hurt.

There was a small, sad sigh. El leaned her head back against the bed, “I think something is changing. But… I still feel so attached to him. Like he has a part of me forever. When I think of him, I think of that boy in the rain, who made me feel safe, who hid me from the bad men.”

“He has that way about him. He finds ways to save you, in all the ways that matter. Without even trying, he makes you feel like you’re not alone. Like you’re important and belong.”

El looked at Will and she saw that same love

reflected in his eyes and the same ache.

She said, “I want to love all of him, but there’s this part he won’t let me get to, no matter how hard I try. He keeps it hidden.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Will.

She paused, trying to find the words. “I don’t know what I mean. I’m not making sense am I?” She wiped her eyes with her hands.

“He loves you, okay? I know he doesn’t say it on paper, but you gotta understand, his parents aren’t the type to say, ‘I love you’ out loud. A lot of what we learn about love we get from our parents. The people who raise us. But he shows it to you in so many ways.”

El shut her eyes at the thought. Did that mean that some part of her Papa’s love was in her? The twisted, cruel “love” that was conditional and transactional.

No, she thought. Everything she learned about love was from Hopper. Love was reading together. Love was in a tussling of hair. It was in smiling eyes. It was in the smell of freshly toasted waffles. But Mike couldn’t do any of those things.

El said, “We’re a thousand miles away, Will. What other way is there to show love?”

Will was struck dumb. She could be poignant at times. He tried to think of what he could say to console her, “You didn’t hear the way he talked about you when he thought you were gone-”

“Actually, I did.” She huffed, “I’m done talking about this.”

“El-”

“Would you say it?” She asked.

“What?”

“Would you tell him you loved him?”

Will felt flushed, he must have gotten her meaning mixed up. “You mean, if I was him would I say it to you?”

He misread her, but she nodded anyway. She didn’t have the energy to explain herself. The conversation was draining her.

“Well…” he tried to think. It didn’t matter whether he actually would say it or not. What mattered was saying the right thing to her in this moment. He needed to lift her spirits, to give her hope. It was his job as Mike’s best friend to smooth things over.

But he was also El’s brother now. And somehow, in the short time, she managed to learn more about him than he’d ever let the others know.

So, he offered her the truth, “I don’t know, El. There’s a lot of weight behind those words. For me, I heard those words said from my mom and dad when things were good, but that was a really long time ago. And there is so much doubt when I think about it, because of what ultimately ended up happening between them. The fighting, the broken dishes, the yelling, everything. So, it’s like, did they mean it at all? Did they even know what love was to begin with? Do you wait to say the words until you’re absolutely sure?” His shoulders sank with the weight of it all. “And… for me… being who I am and loving who I love… it’s even more complicated because…” He put his head in his hands.

“You should say it some day.”

He could feel his face getting red. To Mike? Never. But that probably wasn’t what she meant. “When I find the right person, I will. But Mike does love you. I see it.”

She sighed, “I know there is love in his words. But I don’t know if it’s the love I thought it was…”. She looked exhausted. “Can we take a bike ride please?”

Will felt like a failure. He couldn’t comfort El or smooth things over for Mike.

“Of course.”

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elon musk should kill himself elon musk needs to kill himself elon musk would make society as a whole better if he killed himself now

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what was i made for?

“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland

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my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house

me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty

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The Byers Brothers

Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers/Song of the Insensible, Andrew Kozma/ Rule #4 , Fish in a Birdcage/ Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street/Chapter 8: The Mind Flayer/ He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother, The Hollies/ Chapter 8: The Battle of Starcourt/ Tumblr User: bookwyrminspiration/ Chapter 9: The Piggyback/ TikTok User: blaineunderstudy/ East of Eden, John Steinbeck/ Chapter 9: The Piggyback

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ALIENS (1986) dir. James Cameron

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waltzing with a demon prince at hell's eternal midnight ball | waltz loop 6hrs

the sweep of your skirts. the strong arm around your waist. the dark eyes of your companion. 

you do not know for how long you have been dancing, and yet you are not tired. trapped forever in this moment of delicious anticipation as your heart soars in time with the music, the two of you gliding across the floor in a perfect waltz. your mind catches on thoughts of what comes next. the long slide of satin as your gloves are pulled free. calloused fingers on your bare flesh. but you have been dancing forever. will that future never come to pass? 

"is it not," his lips brush against the shell of your ear, "an exquisite torture?" 

a soiree in venice - rogelio de egusquiza barrena c.1885 | waltz no. 2 shostakovich (Шостакович) c.1938

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Kazuo Kamimura aka 上村 一夫 aka Kamimura Kazuo (Japanese, 1940-1986, Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan) - Cover Art for Tears for Tomorrow by Atsuto Kubota, Shueisha January 1978, Drawings: Pen + Ink

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I was reading the articles that were on the police’s like- cork board (?) at the end of season 1 and-

The coroner got arrested for the autopsy right? And who played the coroner?

Shawn Levy.

So within the stranger things universe- Shawn Levy is in prison for falsifying the autopsy.

Do with that information what you will-

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s3 will byers is sooo... like he is fourteen he is in love with his best friend he doesn't hate el but he wishes he did because maybe that would make it easier. he's left behind, he doesn't want to grow up. he doesn't understand why everyone else is in such a hurry to. he just wants to play dnd, he wants his friends to dress up with him. he feels stupid, so stupid. he thinks its his fault everyone is changing, he doesn't want to blame himself. he hasnt seen his mom in days, and he doesn't know if he likes the space or hates it. his best friend is being mean. everyone is getting a girlfriend and he can't stop thinking about a boy. he is fourteen.

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Imagine being a dinosaur in hell and you have to watch as humans forever visualize your species in such bizarrely incorrect ways.

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In response to Slate's article on the possibility having non-heteromative team in figure skating (particularly, ice dance and pairs), Oniceperspective shared a glimpse of Gabriella Papadakis (FRA) and Madison Hubbell (USA) working on their same-sex program. You can see how they switch the leading figure between them.

You can see them trying out lifts in this video.

The rest is on Instagram here:

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I’ve always wanted to recreate will’s iconic painting!! Nothing will ever compare the the original, of course… but I still enjoyed messing with the colors and other details and giving up on technique :D in fact, I ended up making the dragon a lot more huggable then initially planned, but who’s to say they’re the enemy? In this universe, the party is just makin a new friend :))

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some of y’all with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way let’s keep printing fanfiction

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This is what it’s all about😭

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me: *excited* oh I have new followers on tumblr!!

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