#and watched the rest on wednesday

[miraeism]

god i just need to read daisy jones and the six

[formosusiniquis]

🪱 Wiggle Wednesday🪱

Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

And some tags to @fuctacles, @cauldronoflove, @thefreakandthehair, @stevespookington, @stevieharringtonwifeguy

@eriquin, @grasslandgirl, @augustjustice, and anyone else who wants to play!

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Everyone shut up it's time for Welcome to my Hole from Adventures of Tom Thumb and Thumbelina (2002)

[julie-su]

Well; my spirits have recovered! But my stomach and body are mad at me for skipping a day of meals. I could barely eat today, but I'm slowly getting there. But at least my brain is buzzing positively~ I do not feel like such a loathesome beast. Thank you to all of you wonderful people... You all know how to make a stupid echidna feel loved <3 I was an idiot to even consider suicide. I really don't know, what threw me off the path so hard... I suppose it was brewing for all of the month that I've been here. I won't get into my PTSD, trauma, and all of the things which bubbled up to the surface, the people which have their hands on me whilst I visit here... It's not a very positive thing... But I was stupid to try to take the easy way out. I know this.

The outpouring of support, it's made me realise that everything that was bothering me, we'll get through it, slowly, together... I'm going to keep on moving.

I want to live.

[windowsandfeelings]

I don’t feel super sick anymore (just a little sick) but I am COMPLETELY BONE DEEP EXHAUSTED in a way where I have barely left my bed for days and all I’ve done is stare at my phone and tv and nap.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🎵🎙️Enjoy the musical stylings of Mr. Wes Borland🎙️🎵

[july-19th-club]

watching mystery spot on the mystery spot day of the week again

[pepprs]

today is the last day of one of the hardest and heaviest years of my life (i.e. my first year in this job) and also the last day of me being contractual / contingent (i.e. not a permanent employee which has been fine but also fucked me up just in the wording of it). i don’t think the horrors will relent just yet but i hope so sincerely that they ease soon and that this next year will be kinder and less turbulent and that i will be stronger for what i experienced this year

[babygray-dam]

Some things I watched this winter vacation for various reasons.

The Suicide Squad: The more competent, goofier, grosser sequel to Suicide Squad. I definitely enjoyed it more than the first one. But, I didn’t enjoy how bloody-body-chunk-filled it was. I have a weak stomach. Also, I get it, a movie needs some sort of emotional subplot, but the contemplation on fatherhood and love was extra schmaltzy and out-of-place when it’s followed by the comedic bit of a shark eating people whole.

Bocchi the Rock!: A “cute girls do cute things” comedy about a teenager girl with severe social anxiety and dreams of becoming a rock star. The art style is oftentimes experimental and engaging, particularly when the lead character, Bocchi, dives into panic-induced fantasies. I’m enjoying Bocchi’s “1 step forward, 3 steps back” growth and I want nothing but the best for her.

Wednesday: Teenage Wednesday Addams goes to spooky school and solves a mystery. Around episode 2, I was getting bad Harry Potter vibes (the tiny crowd waiting for a major sport event they cannot see to finish, like in the Triwizard hedge maze). The more I watched, the more I wondered, “Would I get the same experience if I watch the Sabrina show?" This is a bog-standard supernatural boarding school teen drama with the Addams IP plugged in. It has some good moments, but overall? I kinda stopped paying attention half-way through.

Glass Onion: Knives Out’s Benoit Blanc heads out to Greece to solve a mystery. I feel weird talking about this one. I’m sure everyone else has seen it. Knives Out is a movie I’m happy to watch multiple times, and this one isn’t that bad either. It’s contextually rich and fun to watch.

Gohatto: A beautiful young man joins the ranks of the Shinsengumi and disrupts the troops’ cohesion as several members start courting him. I watched it because someone I follow talked about watching it, and I’m always interested in gay cinema and Shinsengumi enrichment. The last Nagisa Oshima film I saw (20 years ago) was Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, so part of me was tickled by the thought of Takeshi Kitano, Ryuichi Sakamoto, and Oshima working together on another homoerotic historical drama.

[mare-the-silly-scroingle]

today’s been a bad day and one of my friends is practically begging me to let him vent to me and my other friend is picking a fight right now and i can’t remember the last time i saw another person aside from my girlfriend. she makes it better but makes everything worse. i have a meeting tomorrow i swore i’d sleep early for but now i just. i don’t know what i want. 

[tophatandboots]

Pretty sure if I'd stayed up all night I wouldn't have noticed a glass of essentially wine across an hour

But apparently waking up at 4am makes it land like a sledgehammer

Have fun everyone, I'm going to eat some cheese and then go back to bed.

[creativenicocorner]

you guys are so lucky I can't afford the new zelda game atm, otherwise it'd take Even Longer for me to finish writing just about anything

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Pugsley “has blond hair blue eyes and became a fucking Boy Scout” Addams watching Wednesday “clone of their mother” Addams complain about being the odd one out in their family:

[noxtivagus]

WEDNESDAY. HEARTSTOPPER. AAAAA

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

i feel like i’m watching too different shows overlapping each other… the first is wednesday solving this murder and the second is this group of high schoolers acting like everything is normal and doing normal high school plots

[astralmarionette]

my mom is being wayyy too chipper rn she's always talking abt how we need to learn to read rooms and tell when people are wanting to joke around and yet she cant do it herself like I've said twice now I don't want to watch the damn barbie movie and now shes talking Abt changing into pink clothes and watching it like hello??? please let me be an angsty teenager in peace.