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:
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!
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8k, rated E. sequel to heavy melodies (girl/girl steddie 'verse).
first scene here and under the cut:
Steve and Robin have their usual Friday night shift at the last video rental store in America and Steve knows, knows she has to find a way to tell her. She’s being extra nice to make up for the slight that Robin doesn’t even know about, doing all Robin’s go-backs and leaving her to enter returns on the computer, which is her favorite. Robin is definitely aware that something is up.
“I know something’s up with you,” Robin tells her when she’s back behind the counter. Well, one point to Steve.
When she’d needed to get herself to tell Eddie something all she’d had to do was get exceptionally high. But she can’t get high with Robin, who doesn’t smoke.
Maybe booze, though.
“I know,” Steve says. “I’m sorry. Um, I do need to talk to you, but—can we get drunk first? I think it might go better.”
Robin’s eyebrows are in her hair. “What the hell happened, tell me right now!”
“Oh, um. I don’t know.” Steve glances around the store, which is obviously empty. “It’s kind of—a lot, for work?”
“Since when do you give a shit about what’s work appropriate! Come on, you’re really freaking me out.”
“Don’t be, it’s not—bad, I guess,” Steve says, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Oh my god. Is this a sex thing, somehow? What—the dry spell is over? But why is that making you all—“
“Robin, please,” Steve says, pathetically. “Okay, but, um. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand—“
“Steve, did you… what—sleep with my… dad?” She makes a disgusted face. “I don’t really think so because my parents’ marriage is pretty good but that’s the only thing I can think of that—“
“Okay, you gotta just let me get it out.” She must sound serious, because Robin puts up her hands placatingly. “Of course I didn’t sleep with your dad, Jesus. But—Robin. I hooked up with a girl.” It comes out quieter than she means it to, her heart racing.
Robin’s mouth drops open and there’s stunned silence. “You hooked up with a girl,” she repeats.
“Yes, I’m—sorry—“
And then Robin’s face is all movement again. “Oh, Steve, no—you were really worried about telling me? You don’t have to—I mean, that’s great, this is huge! Well—is it huge? What does this mean for you?” Robin’s sincere big eyes make Steve feel like she could cry, actually.
“I guess I don’t know, but. Well. Um, it means I like girls.”
“Oh, Steve,” Robin says and throws herself at her, wrapping her up in a big hug. It’s, like, nice that Robin gets to be the one comforting Steve about this, because she’s been there.
“Hey, I’m really happy for you,” Robin says into her hair, and squeezes her. “And a little bit for me.” She laughs. “I always wanted a gay best friend. I mean, I know you’re—you don’t have to know right now, but I guess I was assuming, but you tell me. Do you like boys and girls?”
Steve nods against Robin's shoulder, willing herself not to cry. There’s nothing to cry about. “Yeah, I guess I feel like I’m, um. Bi.”
When Robin pulls back her eyes look suspiciously wet. “I’m proud of you, dingus. And happy for you. And now I need you to tell me every single detail. Who was it? What happened?”
Why didn’t Steve prepare for this moment? She has no idea what to say. “Robin, um, it’s kind of awkward because you know the person—“
“Not—Vickie?”
“No, Jesus, stop guessing. I wouldn’t steal your girl.”
“Thanks, but she’s not mine, clearly. Also I notice you didn’t say you wouldn’t sleep with my dad. Kidding! Oh my god, Steve, was it—“ Robin lowers her voice— “Nancy?”
“I said stop guessing—“
“I always knew there was something going on there—“
“It's Eddie, Jesus,” Steve blurts out, just to get her to stop.
Robin’s eyes go impossibly bigger. “Oh. Oh. Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Steve says weakly. “I know.”
“Oh my god, how did it happen?”
“Um.” Steve can’t possibly tell the sordid tale as it happened. But she doesn’t want to lie. “I don’t know, it happened really fast. We were hanging out in my room and then the next thing I knew we were kissing, and then I went to her place the next day, and we… you know.”
“Holy shit,” Robin says again, helpfully. “Details, please.”
“But isn’t it kind of weird because you know her too?”
“Steve, if I had to sit in this very same rolly chair and listen to you talk about Josh McGuire’s disgusting hands, you can give me a little dirt about an actual girl hookup.”
Well, Steve did this to herself. But still.
“Um, I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, was it good?”
Steve feels herself flush. “Yeah. Um—yeah.” There’s nothing else to say. Yes, it was good.
“Oh my god,” Robin says, helpfully.
Just then the bell dings and a middle-aged woman enters, glancing around before heading to the comedies. “Hi, let us know if you need help finding anything,” Steve calls after her. Technically she should be following the woman to offer her help, not just shouting from the desk, but nobody’s perfect.
“Did she—“ Robin whispers, spinning her chair to face Steve, and holds two fingers up vaguely toward her mouth, tongue poking out.
“Did she what,” Steve whispers back, unimpressed.
You know, Robin mouths, glancing toward Comedies.
Steve just raises her eyebrows.
Robin rolls her eyes, puts two fingers on her face, and sticks her tongue out between them.
Steve hesitates, then nods, laughing.
Robin’s eyes go big. “Did you—?“ she whispers back, barely any sound.
“Oh my god,” Steve murmurs. “Okay, that’s enough! Enough details.”
She gets out of it until the wave of customers that followed in the woman are all gone. “So,” Robin says after taking a lap around the store to check for stragglers. “The verdict on lesbian sex is…”
Steve sighs. If she says it’s good it’s just going to make Robin feel bad. But she also can’t really say anything else. “Rob… on god, we are gonna get you a girlfriend.”
“I knew it,” Robin says sadly. She shakes her head. “But, okay, sex aside—are you and Eddie like…? Together?”
“No,” Steve says without thinking, a little more forcefully than is cool. “Um. It’s not like that. I, like, basically asked her to do it?”
“Wait, what?”
Steve feels herself blushing but she tries to sit up straight, not duck her eyes. “I asked her to have sex with me.”
Robin furrows her brow. “Well, someone had to break the ice, I guess.”
Yeah. Eddie did that when she whispered door’s open directly into Steve’s ear, but Robin doesn’t need to know that. “No, I’m saying it was mostly like… her doing me a favor?” Steve doesn’t know how to explain it at all. Even if Eddie had been all—sweet with her at the end, it still hadn’t been more than what it was. Experimenting, Steve’s brain supplies helpfully, but the only one experimenting was her, and she still had disgusting feelings for Eddie.
“A favor,” Robin says slowly. She tilts her head. “Um—”
“Look, just,” Steve says. “I don’t know. I don’t know what she’s thinking.”
“But what are you thinking?”
“Ugh,” Steve says.
“Oh, Steve,” Robin says, and hugs her again. She spends a lot of her time casually leaning against Steve but she’s rarely so openly affectionate as to hug her multiple times in one conversation, so this is a lot for Steve.
“Just—I don’t even know if she’d want me to tell anyone,” Steve says. Robin looks at her pityingly and Steve sighs. “Be chill whenever we see her next, okay?”
“About that—” Robin says.
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