#Alex will send Jeff into a mental hospital

[aelisbun]

Pls draw me and Alex (mh) holding hands 🫶

ALSO draw sock Sparky from EMH 🧦

I am ignoring your first request.. for now But look who just popped in!

[willel]

So, the official writing team is going to post movies they’ve discussed for season 4 once a week. For the funsies, I guess I’ll look at each movie and see what it’s about. 

So let’s get started. I’m sorry if this looks bad on tumblr mobile, but it;s their fault for messing up the indented paragraphs

The Peanut Butter Solution

Ghosts restore a boy's (Mathew Mackay) hair when it falls out from fright, but then it won't stop growing.

Michael Baskin is an average 11-year-old boy. His father, Billy Baskin, is a struggling artist and temporary sole caregiver of the children while his wife attends to the needs of her recently deceased father in Australia. Upon hearing the news that an abandoned mansion has recently burned down, Michael and his friend Connie decide to explore the remains. Outside the mansion, Connie dares Michael to take a look inside, leading to a frightening encounter with the ghosts of its homeless inhabitants who had died in the fire. Michael does not know this yet, but his fearsome run in with the ghosts has given him a mysterious illness simply known as "The Fright". Michael wakes up the next morning to find out that "The Fright" has made him lose all of his hair. After a failed attempt with a wig (his wig was pulled off by an older boy during a fight in a soccer game), the ghosts visit Michael in his sleep and give him the recipe of a magical formula for hair growth, the main ingredient of which is peanut butter. Michael's first attempt to make the formula is thwarted when his father and sister think he is making something to ingest (rather than use topically) and dispose of it.

A short summary of this movie. It goes on to explain that Michael successfully makes the formula and grows his hair back, but an evil teacher fired from his school discovers his hair growing ability, kidnaps him, uses his hair to make magical paint brushes before he’s finally caught and everyone gets a happy ending. 

.... Gonna be honest. NO idea how this is gonna work in. lol. Will’s bowl cut??? The beginning part there had me thinking about Joyce. The exploring the hunted house with a friend had me thinking of Will and El. But everything else? Pfff. 

The Fisher King

After shock jock Jack Lucas (Jeff Bridges) inadvertently provokes a caller into murdering a group of innocent people in a Manhattan bar, he grows depressed and turns to booze. As he's about to hit rock bottom, Lucas meets a homeless man named Parry (Robin Williams), whose wife was killed by the caller Lucas pushed to the brink. Mentally scarred by his loss, Parry spends his days searching for the Holy Grail. Lucas, feeling culpable for the poor man's plight, pledges to help him in his quest.

Nope, no idea. I really got nothing except.... maybe Kali?????? Ok wait, I read a bit more, mostly the ending bits. The homeless man, Parry, is beat senseless and is in a coma/catatonic state. The hero of the movie must steal a Holy Grail to wake him up, which he does.

Another part, the hero had previously broken up with his lover (out of guilt I guess???) reunites with her. She slaps him and then they kiss and make up. Or something.

Kinda... Hopper and Joyce like I guess. 

Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey

Amiable slackers Bill (Alex Winter) and Ted (Keanu Reeves) are once again roped into a fantastical adventure when De Nomolos (Joss Ackland), a villain from the future, sends evil robot duplicates of the two lads to terminate and replace them. The robot doubles actually succeed in killing Bill and Ted, but the two are determined to escape the afterlife, challenging the Grim Reaper (William Sadler) to a series of games in order to return to the land of the living.

As much as I love Keanu, this does not make me happy. The only beneficial thing I can think of is two best friends doing stuff together to solve a mystery (Will and El). Maybe Will will get Keanu’s hair

You’ve Got Mail

Struggling boutique bookseller Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) hates Joe Fox (Tom Hanks), the owner of a corporate Foxbooks chain store that just moved in across the street. When they meet online, however, they begin an intense and anonymous Internet romance, oblivious of each other's true identity. Eventually Joe learns that the enchanting woman he's involved with is actually his business rival. He must now struggle to reconcile his real-life dislike for her with the cyber love he's come to feel.

.... What? No idea how this is going to happen.... maybe Joyce gets a mysterious pen pal and it’s secretly Hopper. Or, maybe Joyce will become a librarian/book seller

Ordinary People

Tormented by guilt following the death of his older brother, Buck, in a sailing accident, alienated teenager Conrad Jarrett (Timothy Hutton) attempts suicide. Returning home following an extended stay in a psychiatric hospital, Conrad tries to deal with his mental anguish and also reconnect with his mother, Beth (Mary Tyler Moore), who has grown cold and angry, and his emotionally wounded father, Calvin (Donald Sutherland), with the help of his psychiatrist, Dr. Berger (Judd Hirsch).

Ok THIS IS MORE LIKE IT. YES. I probably haven’t seen the movie, but this summary gets me hyped. Let me check out the plot....

“The Jarretts are an upper-middle-class family in suburban Chicago trying to return to normal life after the accidental death of their older teenage son, Buck, and the attempted suicide of their younger and surviving son, Conrad. “

Chicago huh? Hmmmmmm

“ Conrad, who has recently returned home from a four-month stay in a psychiatric hospital, feels alienated from his friends and family and begins seeing a psychiatrist, Dr. Berger. Berger learns that Conrad was involved in the sailing accident that took the life of Buck, whom everyone idolized. Conrad now deals with post-traumatic stress disorder and survivor's guilt. “

This screams Will to me because of the whole alienation of friends and family (plus Will was going to doctors and psychiatrists for a while). BUT, the survivor's guilt thing could be El too. She told him she could fight (she didn’t know she couldn’t at the time she said that) and let him and Joyce go into the danger all alone. But Joyce would never send off her kids to a psychiatrist or ward. And she might not take them to counselors either, she’s been there done that.

“Mother and son often argue while Calvin tries to referee, generally taking Conrad's side for fear of pushing him over the edge again. Things come to a climax near Christmas, when Conrad becomes furious at Beth for not wanting to take a photo with him, swearing at her in front of his grandparents. “

Ooof, well. This movie does not have a particularly happy ending. Basically, Conrad is struggling with guilt and alienation most of the time. He even starts dating someone but it only helps a little. His mother is basically steely faced and refuses to express emotion. She totally blames her younger child for her older child’s death. She’s confronted by her husband who asks her “If she’s capable of loving anyone” and she leaves the family, only leaving father and son to heal together. 

The Byers don’t have that kind of stuff going on, not exactly. But.... yes. I can see some good material in here. Let’s hope there’s more of this and less of Bill and Ted’s adventures yeah?

[pjbehindthesun]

chapter 2: the tick, the duck, and the cat

Sat, June 9th, 1990

“…hey, are you locked out?” a hesitant voice travels down the dim hallway of my floor. How long have I been standing here, staring vacantly at my own front door? Long enough to raise the suspicion of a well-meaning neighbor, at least. I can’t see his face from here, but the voice and the outline are enough to identify him as the guy in #46.

“Oh, uh, no…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” That’s a lie, but I’m not about to explain the truth to 46, so I wave awkwardly at him as I key into my apartment. I’m not really one for getting to know my neighbors anyway, except for Lucy, and I’ll tell her about it tomorrow, maybe. The truth is I’ve been standing out here and mentally kicking myself in the ass for picking this pointless fight with Alex. It really wasn’t fair of me. He was never going to go. He would have hated the whole day, and he definitely would have hated Chris. There’s no way I would have enjoyed such a nice conversation with that charming near-arsonist if I’d been shepherding poor, grumbling Alex through the woods. So maybe the whole fight was a win-win in disguise. Hey, look, I found a silver lining. Gotta remember to tell Lucy, she’ll be so proud.

The apartment is dark and quiet, and the clock on the VCR tells me it’s 11:24. Can’t blame him for not waiting up. I leave my muddy hiking boots on the towel by the door and make my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

The bedroom’s dark too. The lanky heap of boyfriend seems not to have woken up, so I pad across the rug and slip under the quilt behind him.

“You’re home,” he slurs.

“Mm-hmm, sorry I woke you.” I snuggle a little closer to the familiar curve of his body, finding my place and pressing kisses onto his back. “Hey listen, about today –”

“Forget it.”

“Forget it?”

“Yeah. It’s fine babe, forget about it.” He turns over and props himself up on one elbow, and I can just make out the outline of his face but not his expression.

“You sure? You’re not still mad?”

“Nah.” He brushes my arm with the back of his hand.

I cock an eyebrow, not that he can see in this darkness. “'Nah’? Seriously, that’s it, ‘nah’?”

“What, you’d prefer another fight?”

“No, no… I just… I figured you would still be mad, that’s all…” I mean I’m not going to complain about the lack of the usual silent treatment, but… “what’d you get up to tonight?”

“Oh, went over to Brian’s for a while, hung out with him and the guys from work. Usual stuff.”

“Oh good! So one of these days I’m actually going to get to meet these guys, yes?” I give him a gentle shove in the chest.

“Oh yeah, definitely, definitely. So did you have fun?”

“I mean, yeah, of course. It was a gorgeous day for it.” I venture a peck on his lips, but he dodges and wrinkles his nose. “Wha -”

“Ugh, gross Cora, you smell like moss. How do I know you’re not all covered in ticks and shit?”

Okay, now I know you’re over it, you adorable asshole. “I swear on a stack of Bibles, I am not all covered in ticks and shit,” I struggle to keep a straight face.

“Your Bible pledge is worthless and you know it, you heathen,” he glowers, “and that, right there, that looks like a tick…” he stabs at a spot on my shoulder with his finger. “Hmmph. Freckle.”

“Okay. Stack of textbooks, then. Tick-free zone.”

“What about this one?”

He prods a couple more freckles, muttering to himself, occasionally glancing disapprovingly at me as I barely manage not to crack up. Soon his search moves down across my chest, and his head disappears under the blanket.

“And you expect to identify arachnids under cover of darkness how, exactly?” I giggle as his pokes tickle my belly.

“You’re right. Better switch investigation methods.” He starts kissing a line down my stomach, across my hip, down my thigh, and suddenly I can’t remember what we fought about or why…

*** Sun, June 10th, 1990

Definitely this dress for work tomorrow, the light gray one. It’s still totally professional, but it hits in all the right places, and Jake… Jake’s been stopping by my desk a lot more lately, even though the main billing desk in the hospital is nowhere near his rounds. I almost had the courage to form actual words last week when he brought me a coffee and asked me how I was doing. Maybe this dress will help me feel ever-so-slightly less pathetic and actually answer him if he tries again? Maybe?

Fuck, is this really the only light-colored piece of laundry in the entire apartment? Really? I have to do an entire load of laundry just to feel confident enough to finally talk to Jake tomorrow? Fuck that, I won’t accept defeat, I’m calling upstairs.

“Hello?”

“Hey lady! How was the hike?”

“Lucy! You’re not going to believe what happened, you’re gonna freak out.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“I should make you guess…” the mischief on Cora’s face is thick enough to be heard through the phone line, so whatever it is, it’s good.

“Haha oh fuck you… hey before I forget, do you have any white laundry that needs washing? I was gonna run some but I don’t have enough to justify sacrificing quarters.”

“Uhm, let me check…” I hear her rummaging around. “Yeah, actually, I could scrounge up some stuff, between me and Alex. Thanks!”

“Okay, I’ll be right up, I’ll try to come up with some good guesses on my way.”

I grab my laundry basket, tossing my keys and coin purse in, and head out the door and up the stairs to Cora’s. Okay, what happened to her in the woods? Did she… find magic mushrooms and trip her brains out? meet and outrun the Green River killer? somehow convince Alex to go hiking with her this time? Honestly, the first two are more plausible…

“Oof! Hey, easy –” I hear a man’s voice say, presumably belonging to the person I just slammed into at the top of the stairwell while I was totally lost in thought. I send my laundry flying in my futile effort not to tumble back down the stairs, but I can feel myself falling back over the top step in slow motion – fuuuuck… so this is how it ends, at the tender age of 23, scrambling like Wile. E. fucking Coyote over a cliff’s edge – when a hand grabs hold of my arm and snaps me back into the hallway.

“Close one! You okay?”

I look up in the direction of the question and see a scruffy blonde guy, much taller than me, still holding my arm with one hand and a basketball with the other, standing amid a mountain of laundry and wearing my tiniest pink gym shorts draped over his head like a headscarf and a pair of bright green panties on his shoulder. I officially wish I’d fallen to my death.

“Yes! I’m okay! I’m okay, thank you… uh, I think those are mine” I stammer as I reach out to grab my stuff, but he’s faster. He lets go of my arm to pull my laundry off with a chuckle, tossing it into my basket and then straightening the bandana he has holding back his long hair.

“Yeah, lime green’s just not my color,” he says with a little laugh. Okay, so now that my shorts are off his face I can see that he’s completely gorgeous too, and my humiliation is complete. I can feel myself blushing madly. I try for some words, but all that comes out of my mouth is a crazy-sounding and high-pitched giggle. I busy myself with re-filling my laundry basket to avoid looking at him, and he stoops down to help.

“What’s your name?”

Underwear Guy is asking you a question. Think. THINK DAMN IT. What is your name?

I squeak out, “L … Lucy. Lucy Rosenfelder.” Oh good, actual human speech is returning.

“Well, that makes me Jeff. Ament. Number 46.” He points his thumb back over his head in the direction I was originally going, before our collision. “You live on this floor too? Don’t think I’ve seen you.”

“No, I live downstairs, third floor, I was just visiting my friend down that way –”

“And doing their laundry? Man, I’ve gotta have a talk with my friends, bunch of useless fucks.” He grins as he gently tosses my plastic rubber ducky coin purse back into the basket. God why do I have to be such a child? All of my possessions have decided to embarrass me today. They must be unionized.

“Ha – no, just throwing a couple things in together. Friends don’t let friends waste laundry quarters, right?” god why do you have to be such a dork? stop talking stop talking stop talking he must think you’re a total loser.

But he smiles at me again. It’s a really good smile. It’s warm and easy and wholesome in an all-American sort of way, but his eyes gleam with trouble. Somehow all the jitters vanish when he’s smiling at me.

“Ooh, so you’re a responsible type,” he teases, “just say no… to half-empty washing machines! Well, I think we got all of it, unless I’m wearing a rogue bra in my hair or something…” he combs his long hair with his fingers, and the flush creeps back up my face.

“SoJeffwhatdoyoudo?” Please talk about anything but my underwear.

“Oh, I work over at the Raison d’Etre, you know, the cafe? Living the dream.”

“Hah, aren’t we all.”

“And your dream would be…?”

“Well, it’s definitely not medical billing. And yet.”

“And yet.” he chuckles, smiling that warm, knowing smile at me again. His eyes are this amazing gray-blue, like a veil of rain I want to run right into. I scramble for something to say so I don’t stare too long and make him think I’m a total weirdo.

“So, uh, if the dream isn’t espresso, then what is it?”

He looks down at his basketball and fidgets with it a little. “Uh, well I play bass, but, I think –” he turns around at the sound of a door opening behind him.

“Luce? Is that you out there? Did you get lost??” Cora laughs, before noticing Jeff. “Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt…” she grins wickedly and disappears back inside.

Jeff turns back to me with a sly smile and clucks his tongue. “Cinderelly, Cinderelly… better let you get back to those chores…” there’s a little gravel in his voice every now and again, just the smallest rough scrape when he trails off, and it makes me want to lean a little closer every time I hear it.

“Jeff, it was nice to meet you, and, uh, thanks for saving my neck…” I hold out my hand awkwardly and he takes it in his to give it a shake. Big hands, warm and calloused. I’m in no hurry to let go, and it seems he isn’t either.

“Anytime, Lucy. It’s, uh, it’s a nice neck.” He cocks an eyebrow and before I can get my bearings, he’s off down the stairs. How is it possible I’ve never noticed this guy all the time he’s been Cora’s neighbor? Oh, right, Cora…

She had left the door ajar for me, so I walk in without knocking and see the usual scene: Cora sitting at the kitchen table behind a mountain of books, Alex on the couch with his hands fused to a Nintendo controller. He calls “hey Luce” without even glancing up from the screen, but Cora’s trying (and failing) to hide her smile behind a wall of red hair as she feigns maximum interest in her beaten-up copy of Advanced Soil Mechanics.

“Oh hey Lucy!” she’s going for a surprised look but she sucks at lying. “Make a new friend out there?”

“Just getting to know your neighbor, you should try it sometime,” I sneer back, dropping my laundry basket and heading for the fridge to steal a beer.

“Who, the blonde guy? Ugh, tell him to fuck off with his fucking music, would you? Do you have any idea what it’s like to try to work with Dee Dee fucking Ramone down the hall?” The lump on the couch chimes in.

Cora bites her lip and nods dutifully in agreement with Alex, not that he notices, but stands up to grab a beer with me in the kitchen and whispers, “well, I mean, I actually like the soundtrack…”

“The view’s not bad either, you ever met the guy?” I reply in a conspiratorial whisper, Underwear Guy’s eyes still swimming in my head.

Cora shakes her head quickly with a significant glance at the back of Alex’s head. “Hey let’s get you that laundry,” she says, and she’s pulling me down the hallway.

Once we’re in their room with the door shut, I pounce onto her bed and take a sip of beer while she rummages through the hamper.

“Hey, sorry, I wasn’t trying to get you in trouble…”

“Oh no it’s fine, he’d just be an asshole about it.” She shrugs it off, but fuck if she’s not right. “So? Tell me everything?” she grins expectantly at me, obviously trying to change the subject, so I fill her in on my encounter with Jeff.

“Hahahaha oh my god Lucy, it figures that would happen to you!”

“Ugh, shut up, why?”

“Shyest girl I know, literally throwing her panties at a musician?” her grin is pure evil, and she dodges as I toss a pillow at her head. “So on a scale of one to kill-me-now, how embarrassed were you?”

“I wanted to throw myself back down the fucking stairs!”

“Oh, come on,” she parks on the bed and nudges me, “I bet it was fine, you guys looked like you were having a nice talk when I saw you, no underwear anywhere.”

“By then I’d collected it all, it was only my self-respect I lost.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Lucy. You’re gorgeous and I bet he didn’t mind one bit. Didn’t look like he was suffering when I saw you…”

“Well, he was a gentleman about it. You really haven’t ever talked to him? He’s so nice.”

She’s grinning at me with amusement in her eyes. “Not much, no, just in passing. Like last night he said hi as I was keying into the apartment.”

“Oh yeah! So what will I not believe about this hike of yours? Alex didn’t actually go, did he?”

“No, come on, of course he didn’t. We fought about it” – uh huh, and water is wet and bears shit in the woods – “but it’s probably for the best he didn’t come with me.”

“Why?”

As she tells me the whole story, I can see why she’s glad Alex stayed home. He’s a jealous prick on a good day, I can’t imagine him tagging along for that encounter.

“So did we get you enough laundry? What did you so desperately need to wash anyway? All your stuff’s bright colors…” she roots through my laundry basket… “ah hah! The Jake Dress!” she holds it up, looking as triumphant as a cat who’s caught the fattest mouse.

“It is NOT the Jake dress!” I try to snatch it out of her hands but she bounds off the bed and waves it at me. “I mean, okay…” to be honest, until she mentioned him I had totally forgotten about Jake, Jake who?

“I knew it. You’re so cute. Own up to it, Luce, you look super hot in this dress! I bet Dr. Hottie thinks so too.”

“Ugh, well first of all don’t call him that” – I swat at her head and she ducks – “and secondly it’s the only thing I own that doesn’t make me look like a beanpole, you’re lucky you’re short.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re literally the classic American girl next door. I’m sure Jeff thought so and I know Dr. Hott–” I give her my best death glare “– I mean Jake agrees, why else does he loiter at your desk to flirt with you all the time?” she trails off with Cheshire Cat mirth spreading across her face.

After we make plans for our next movie night, I collect the laundry and wave goodbye to Alex, who mumbles “seeya Luce” on my way out the door. Once I close the door to #41 behind me, I can’t help but glance down at #46. I know he’s not home now, but I wonder when he’ll get back. I wonder if he’s wondering about me too. 

[thepermanentrainpress]

WHITECAPS FC: LEGENDS & STARS CHARITY MATCH

On Saturday, September 14th, Hollywood North will once again take center stage, alongside a stellar selection of fan favourites from the team’s history, in Vancouver Whitecaps FC’s third annual Legends & Stars charity soccer match at BC Place. All proceeds from the alumni match will be donated to Whitecaps FC community partners. 

There are a handful of community partners the club supports, including Covenant House, Kids Up Front and Vancouver Police Foundation. Covenant House provides shelter and services to at-risk children and youth, including personal planning, counselling, and affordable housing. Kids Up Front sends underprivileged kids to live events, re-distributing unused tickets to sporting events, concerts, live arts and theatre, theme parks, and movies. The Vancouver Police Foundation works closely with the Vancouver Police Department to enhance public safety, prevent crime and build safer communities. Their community outreach has funded projects ranging from reducing bike theft, to delivering personal safety workshops to women, and providing food for the Downtown Eastside.

Canada SCORES Vancouver’s focus is to develop and nurture children through soccer, poetry and community service; promoting healthy living, literacy and collaborative work at a young age. Finally, Vancouver Street Soccer League, which champions “inclusivity through street soccer.” They reach out to at-risk and marginalized individuals, and form their program with principles of fair play, community building, supportive partnerships, and health and safety. 

The charity match will take place from 4:45 to 5:45 pm PST, prior to the Vancouver Whitecaps’ match against the Houston Dynamo at 7 pm. Tickets can be purchased for $10, but fans must also have or purchase a ticket for the MLS match.

As taken from the team’s website, the roster is as follows (subject to change):

Good Boys

Jacob Tremblay (Max)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ross Lynch (Harvey Kinkle)

Riverdale

Eli Goree (Mad Dog)

Jordan Connor (Sweet Pea)

Martin Cummins (Tom Keller)

Rob Raco (Joaquin DeSantos)

Drew Ray Tanner (Fangs Fogarty)

The 100

Bob Morley (Bellamy Blake)

Jarod Joseph (Nathan Miller)

Sachin Sahel (Eric Jackson)

Tasya Teles (Echo)

Richard Harmon (John Murphy)

Lee Majdoub (Nelson)

Supernatural

Jared Padalecki (Sam Winchester)

Jensen Ackles (Dean Winchester)

Siren

Alex Roe (Ben Pownall)

Curtis Lum (Calvin Lee)

A Million Little Things

Chance Hurstfield (Danny Dixon)

Descendants

Dan Payne (Beast)

Code Black

Ben Hollingsworth (Mario Savetti)

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Chris Gauthier (Phil)

The Good Doctor

Colin Lawrence (Clifton)

Tin Star

Dean Redman (Mister B)

Carol’s Second Act

Jean-Luc Bilodeau (Daniel Kutcher)

Taken

Tahmoh Penikett (David Ramsey)

Pure

Ryan Robbins (Noah Funk)

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Nick Zano (Nate Heywood)

Van Helsing

Jonathan Lloyd Walker (Executive Producer) 

Aleks Paunovic (Julius)

Whitecaps FC Alumni

John Catliff (striker)

Davide Chiumiento (midfielder)

Jeff Clarke (midfielder)

Steve Macdonald (defender)

Erin McNutly (goalkeeper)

Guido Titotto (midfielder)

There are a number of notable names to look out for on the field, including case members from a variety of popular television series filmed in our province. On the roster this year, Supernatural stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, who star as the Winchester brothers in the CW series, currently filming their 15th and final season in Vancouver. Catch your favourite actors from The 100, including returning players Bob Morley, Tasya Teles and Richard Harmon, and first time participants Ross Lynch (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) and Nick Zano (Legends of Tomorrow). 

This is a match that will showcase some of the team’s best, and the soccer skills of Hollywood North’s stars and beloved athletes. Whitecaps FC supports their community (and partners) throughout their season, with their 50/50 program, annual #BuckUp for Mental Health campaign, Global Relay Community Club, clinics and skills camps for youth, and in-kind donations. However, their Legends & Stars match, presented by Daily Hive, is a one of a kind event that you will not want to miss out on. 

Visit the Whitecaps’ website to purchase your tickets, and show your support by staying to cheer on your local MLS team following the charity game. Join the Vancouver Whitecaps in a fun and memorable game, while helping to improve the welfare of children and families in BC.

Posted by: Chloe Hoy