#jim hopper cameo

[dieaverage]

ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader as childhood friends to enemies to friends again to sickeningly-in-love lovers

eddie munson x female reader

series summary: six months after the death of your mother darlene byers, you return to hawkins, indiana to try and make sense of everything. what you don’t anticipate is how much running into him on your first night back, five years after your desertion, will break your heart (and his) all over again.

author’s note: hi! going to be so unapologetically real with you all and say i have no clue of where this is headed, but after my hyper-fixating ass decided to host an eddie munson revival party of one on the cusp of the year of our lord 2024, i knew i had to write something so other people could at least be subjected to the workings of my mind. i hope you like it, and if you don’t, well, that’s a you problem i fear! but seriously if you do have any ideas/directions you would like to see this heading, please please please do not hesitate to let me know! this is my first time posting any of my work on tumblr *gasp* so i mean it when i say criticism is warmly welcomed. <3

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chapter one — spaghetti and meatballs

word count: 1.6k+

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A thin mist descended upon the forested thoroughfare to the town you once felt you knew so well, though were no longer so sure. The weighty four-worded acknowledgement bounced around in your head over and over as you approached the deceptively disarming "Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana" sign, so heavily you were almost convinced it was rousing a sleeping migraine, and yet no matter how many times you repeated the seemingly familiarising phrase under bated breath, it felt no less alien to you.

After all, this was never truly your home. Countless summers spent at your cousins' house, even four begrudgingly defining years clocked up at Hawkins High School, had never allowed you to feel like you had earned the right to label it as such. It was your mother's home, as if she had beat you to staking any claim on it, and now that she was no longer around, any ties you thought you might have had to it felt well and truly severed.

Precarious ties aside, it was here you found yourself, in Hawkins. Mere months after the death of your mother. The offer had unfalteringly been there, "whe- if- it ever gets to be too much, Daphne, you know you can come stay with me and the boys", and yet your eventual acceptance of it made you feel nothing short of an imposter.

Any hopes for a discreet arrival were instantaneously dashed as your Cavalier pulled onto the unforgiving gravelly driveway, your tires connecting with the stones to create a disturbance you were sure could have woken any nearby animals out of hibernation, had they assumed an early one. Hawkins air had a perpetually wintry quality, after all. The front door swung open before you even had a chance to remove your keys from the ignition, and the sight of the emerging sixteen year old boy unwillingly brought a beaming smile to your face.

"Daphne!!!!" he called out, advancing towards you at an incredible and equally terrifying speed.

"Hi, Will!" a laugh couldn't help but escape your lips as he wrapped you into a tight hug, the force of which setting you off balance momentarily. He used to be so... delicate. "You've gotten so big!"

"He's got what, like, a foot on you now?" a voice exclaimed from the doorway, the discerning sarcasm of it all widening your already unshakeable grin.

"Lovely to see you too, Jonathan. And it's a couple inches, at best!"

Soon the three of you were embraced in a group hug, which although you would never admit it, had been long overdue. The slight stinging sensation in your eyes signalling the impending flood of tears prompted your swift ejection from the embrace. "So, where is my darling pseudo sister?" you questioned as you walked through the threshold of the Byers abode, attempting to inject some humour into what had already become a far too confronting display of emotions, and almost as if on cue Joyce emerged from the adjoining room.

"Oh, Daphne!" she cried out, consuming you in a hug that could only be described as motherly. You felt it considerably harder to fight back the tears this time. "Hi, Joyce." you exhaled into her shoulder, trying with all your might to resist crumbling in her arms right there. You had been alone for, what, six months? This exhibition of emotion, or rather, the suppression of it, left you feeling weak, and was perhaps the very reason you had avoided coming for so long.

Darlene would never have earned an award for her maternity, and you often thought that if there were such a scale to measure someone who would, your own mother would, against all odds, find a way to fall below it. She wasn't well, that much had been evident for the entirety of your time together, and increasingly so in the end, but in her wake you wondered how much longer you could accept it as an excuse. Above all else, you felt abandoned. Joyce, and the boys, they were wonderful. Truthfully speaking, Joyce had been more of a mother to you in your formative years than Darlene ever was, and Will and Jonathan, they would always be your little brothers as far as you were concerned. But still, in their house now, observing the three of them together, you helplessly felt like a guest, as if years of intimacy had been erased. Nothing had occurred to suggest this, of course. No, these thoughts were all of your own creation, from the mind you had so wished to desert so many times in the last six months.

“Daphne, honey, you must be starving. What can I whip up for us?”

"Spaghetti and meatballs, Mom, please?" Will exhorted, snapping you out of your self imposed hypnotic state.

"I think we should let Daphne choose, Will." Joyce sweetly urged him. "Daphne, what would you like?" You looked up at her from your place on the couch which you hadn't even recalled assuming, and then over to Will who was waiting in anticipation for your answer.

"Spaghetti and meatballs sounds great. Gotta love Italian!" you exclaimed, and Will and Jonathan high-fived quietly from across the room. Joyce shared a knowing look with you and giggled before turning back towards the kitchen. It brought a certain degree of reassurance to you that some things truly never change, one of which being the Byers boys' inability to grow up.

"Joyce," you scurry behind her, "thank you. I- it's been a... weird couple months, but being with y'all, it's already helping."

"Oh, Daphne," Joyce pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I thought about you constantly. I wanted to make the trip down to Austin, to be there for you, but with the boys and then work-"

"I know. It's okay. I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore."

"Easier said than done." Joyce gave an unassured look. "Please, just... don't hesitate to talk to me, okay? If it's too much. You're like a daughter to me, Daphne, and I know the boys think of you as a big sister. This is your home. For as long as you want it to be."

You promptly gave her a cuddle, hoping it could express your gratitude in a way you knew your words couldn't without risk of activating the waterworks, before announcing, "Hey, I think I might head out for a while after dinner. Check out that booming Hawkins nightlife. I can't even remember the last time I got a drink here."

"And legally, at that!" Joyce countered playfully, you giving her a slight push to quiet down, afraid that Will or Jonathan might wish to learn a thing or two of your teenage antics, ammunition you certainly were not ready to equip them with.

"Hey, I handled my alcohol well, okay!" you argued, though not compellingly.

"Law enforcement might disagree." she laughed, her head elsewhere, presumably recalling your countless run ins with the Hawkins police department.

"Okay yes, somewhat of a troubled teen..." you admitted, "but you know, I got over it. I went to college. I grew up." Joyce met your eyes with a smile, "I know you did. I'm so proud of you, Daph."

Eventually, dinner was ready, and the group had no sooner sat down at the dinner table before Will had engulfed the contents of his plate, now proudly demonstrating its emptiness to Joyce. "Finished! Can I please go to Mike's now?" he asked her with eyes so wide you feared they could momentarily eject from their sockets, making the question posed that much sweeter.

"Alright, alright." she giggled, "Just be careful, okay? Biking at a reasonable speed will not hinder your chances of escaping dungeons or slaying dragons, I promise."

Will met his mother's failed attempt at understanding his favourite game with an unforgiving roll of the eyes before the table burst into laughter with Will pulling Joyce into a hug, and then Jonathan.

"See you later, Daphne!" he exclaimed before wrapping his arms around you and hurriedly darting out the front door, leaving you once again with an aching smile plastered on your face. What a sweet boy, you thought to yourself.

"A couple hours and he already has Daphne wrapped around his finger!" Jonathan said jokingly, sending both you and Joyce into laughter once again. "What can I say, he's a good kid!"

"Once upon a time, you were too, Jonathan!" you said wiggling your finger at him with an air of mockery, giving a playful nudge to his shoulder before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

Closing the door behind you, you catch sight of Will wheeling his bike down the rough driveway. "Hey, wait up!"

Even from a distance you could make out his cheesy grin, and you couldn't help but think about what a heartbreaker he would make one day.

"So, Will the Wise! Off to another campaign?" you proclaim as you reach him, and the use of his nickname only causes his smile to grow wider.

"You remembered?"

"How could I forget?! I was only gone a couple years. Will the Wise's legacy, now that will last centuries." you tease.

"I really missed you, Daphne. So did Mom, almost as much as Jonathan!"

"Jonathan? Wow, he said that? Can we get that in writing?"

"Seriously!" he slapped your arm lightly as the briefly shared portion of your journey came to a close, preparing to mount his bike for the ride to the Wheeler house, "I'm so glad you're home."

With what felt suspiciously like watering eyes approaching, you swallowed harshly before taking his hand in yours. "Me too."

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Several people are typing…

A modern day Hellcheer group chat au

Part Six

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[theunderestimator-2]

A cinematic shot of Joe Strummer on the set of Alex Cox's 1987 film 'Straight To Hell' film in Almeria, Spain.

Along with Courtney Love, Sy Richardson and Dick Rude, Joe starred as a hitman in this parody of spaghetti westerns which also featured cameos by Dennis Hopper, Grace Jones, Elvis Costello, Edward Tudor-Pole, Kathy Burke and Jim Jarmusch. The film was a commercial flop and drew mostly negative reviews but it gained a cult film status.

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[steddie-fanfic-recs]

i’ve got you under my skin

by strawberryspence

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & The Party, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson & The Party Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, The Party (Stranger Things), Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Murray Bauman, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Based on The Proposal (2009), Alternate Universe - The Proposal (2009) Fusion, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Steve is Ryan Reynolds and Eddie is Sandra Bullock, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Fluff and Angst, I copied most of the lines and added more to steddiefy it, I made this as funny as possible, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Sexual Tension, Fake/Pretend Relationship Words: 49,923 Chapters: 6/6

Summary

“Who’s getting married?” Steve whispers. Eddie smiles at him, and Steve swears he’s never seen that much of Eddie’s teeth. “You and I, sweetheart. We’re getting married.” Eddie gives him a look, thank God, something familiar in this whole mess. It’s the look that Eddie gives him that says Do this or I’ll fire you. Steve cocks his head, “Yes! Yes!” He looks back at Gareth, “We are getting married.” Steve announces, enunciating every word. Or: Steve Harrington has to marry Eddie Munson (also know as the Devil Incarnate), so Eddie won’t get deported back to Canada and for Steve to finally achieve his dream to be a producer. Or: The Proposal AU Steddie Edition

[steddierecs]

i'll find my soul as i go home by oakenorcrist

Word count: 26,417 (ongoing) / 4/5 Rating: T

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham/Barbara "Barb" Holland, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Original Female Character(s), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara "Barb" Holland, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Murray Bauman, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Background & Cameo Characters, Robin Buckley

Tags: Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Writer Eddie Munson, Baker Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Falling In Love, Alternate Universe - Small Town, 90s, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Developing Relationship, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), Twin Peaks References

Summary:

Eddie Munson has had a rough go of it -- broken-hearted and uninspired, he decides to leave everything behind in San Francisco and spend some time with his uncle in a small town in the mountains. Little does he know that there he will find not only the peace and rest he's so desperately needed but also everything he never knew was missing from his life up until this moment.

steddie bigbang project #215

[agentnico]

We Have a Ghost (2023) Review

The fact that Anthony Mackie manages to get taken down by an old man in this makes me question his ability in having a fighting chance as the new Captain America in the MCU. Then again, I’m questioning a lot of things about the MCU at the moment.

Plot: The discovery that their house is haunted by a ghost named Ernest makes Kevin's family a social media sensation. But when Kevin and Ernest get to the bottom of the mystery of Ernest's past, they become targets of the CIA.

Christopher Landon has proven as of recent to be very reliable when it comes to amusing horror comedies with the likes of Freaky and the Happy Death Day films with their silly quirky concepts. So Landon taking on a Casper-like ghost tale should have been a shoehorn a cheesy horror-comedy classic. However turns out this is the perfect definition of Netflix mediocrity. I mean back when Netflix only just began developing their own original content and the term ‘Netflix movie’ came about, where you’d get a straight-to-streaming movie come out which guarantees a couple of hours of entertainment yet won’t have any lingering lasting effect afterward. Literal mediocrity. Hence why the whole ‘”Netflix and Chill” term came about, since it was so easy to get distracted during Netflix movies by....other stuff, so to speak. Obviously that was a while ago and since then Netflix has managed to really improve upon its original content and partner with such creatives like Martin Scorsese, Rian Johnson and Guillermo del Toro to name a few. But then we have movies like We Have a Ghost that is that typical forgettable movie that’s destined to be lost in the endless void of the Netflix library.

For starters the movie is way too long capping over 2 hours when this should have in reality been a 90 minute feature or less. I mean it’s only based on a short story, so evidently they decided to add a lot of unnecessary sublot and baggage and its noticeable. Kind of reminds me how Warner Bros. managed to stretch out the little tiny Hobbit book into a full blown trilogy with extended editions and all. Also the movie is a genre and tonal mess. At one point it tries to be an action thriller, then a slapstick comedy and then also a deep family drama, yet it fails to do justice to any of those. The comedy never really lands, minus for the tiny cameo from Jennifer Coolidge as an eccentric medium who ends up jumping out of the window, and if you’ve ever seen Coolidge in anything before you know that her middle name is ‘eccentric’. As for the action stuff, the whole dealings with the CIA is such a tired trope that it adds no wow-factor or intrigue. And as for the family drama, Mackie is an ignorant dad so the son decides to deal with his daddy issues by treating Casper like a father. And whenever there is any chance for the movie to delve deeper into the emotional stuff, the script decides to avoid it because...well, I don’t know why. It just does. 

The only true redeeming quality of this film is David Harbour, who has to give a mostly silent and very physical performance as the ghost, being able to only show emotions through his facial expressions, and in all honestly he does great stuff with the limited material he’s given. His eyes are full of kindness and loss, and as such he’s the only main reason to see this movie, so if you like Jim Hopper of Stranger Things, you may actually find some enjoyment here. Otherwise the only purpose of We Have a Ghost is to ‘Netflix and Chill’, and I do mean in the biblical sense. Unless you don’t have a partner, and if so well then that is a completely different and upsetting matter.

Overall score: 4/10

[ao3feed-byler2]

Heal My Wounds

by Expodesa

Mike's family isn't the best

Words: 1074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Mike on his way to live happily ever after

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, The Byers Family - Character, that includes El and Hopper, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Abused Mike Wheeler, Bad Parent Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Bad Parent Karen Wheeler, Protective Will Byers, Protective Joyce Byers, Mike Wheeler Gets a Hug, Mike Wheeler Has Issues, Gay Mike Wheeler, Gay Will Byers, Homophobia, Violence, Emotional Hurt, Homophobic Language, Slurs, Ted Wheeler Being Homophobic (Stranger Things), fluff at the end, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cute Ending

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/VKLoGD8

[penny-anna]

DC, specifically Justice League

[ID: ask from @yeats-nana: For the ask game, Batman: The Animated Series?]

[ID: ask from @jim-hopper-superhero: Justice League for the fandom thing. Or, if someone's already asked you that, Superfam]

[ID: ask from @runningoutofbooks: For the character ask — The DCU]

thank u guys!! am just going to combine all of these into a single DCU post

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

to the surprise of no-one currently Billy Batson :)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

hjfkhgfdkh i just saw someone else give this answer & they're right, Impulse/Bart Allen... did you ever see a boy who was more Shaped

for like the Justice League i think this. also applies to Wally West Flash fghfhgkfdlh

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

im not sure i know enough about the DCU fandom to answer all of these!! but can i say stephanie brown?? does she count as underrated?? i also love Miss Martian who a bunch of people seem to hate for some reason. & i love Cyborg who i do not think gets enough love.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

HONESTLY... i don't think i know enough DC characters for this! but this is how i feel when billy gets a cameo in other DC media

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. harley quinn. the most valid DC meow meow. i think.

in terms of JL members. does batman count as a meow meow?? i think he's the most meow meow in there.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

well. i am currently tormenting Clark in a fic. making him cry. if that counts.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

honestly i am not deep enough in the DC fandom to dislike any characters. so i am going to say Jason on the grounds that he was already. sent to superhell.

[alias-b]

God, my Billy/OC story is reigniting my love for a story I started years ago that was this Jim Hopper/OC and I got really far into it but never posted bc something about it just didn’t come together the way I liked. But, I wonder about revamping it after I finish this one and trying again bc I LOVED the OC in it so so much and I gave her a super cool ability that was sooo much fun to round out. The OC was Lucy and her fc was Morena Baccarin. I went hard building her abilities bc of course I spun some old Hawkins Lab ~Subject Zero~ bullshit. I stanned me. Also, she and Jim........THEM. They were good ppl together. Idk, I’d have to redo the entire story, but I miss that one and should try again when I give Camille and Billy their ending.

Maybe one day I’ll pick it up again. :)))) 

[dieaverage]

ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader as childhood friends to enemies to friends again to sickeningly-in-love lovers

chapter two — 4

word count: 2.6k+

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author’s note: now we’re getting into the good stuff :)) had lots of fun writing this silly little chapter. the hopper girl in me couldn’t resist a little cameo.

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After what had been about a twenty minute walk, finally, you reached the Hideout, grotty as ever, the only bar of its kind in Hawkins. Yes, as you had so humbly described it earlier, it appeared Hawkins nightlife had indeed... boomed.

You were greeted by a blast of heat upon opening the door, a welcome change from the crisp autumn air that had turned your face a rosy pink in complexion. You headed straight for the bar, assuming a seat there, refraining from taking in your surroundings. You weren't in the mood to pick a fight (then again, you never were), something which you felt could not be said for many of the bar's current inhabitants.

The bartender approached with a limp smile, and before you could open your mouth to place an order, a low voice spoke up from beside you.

"Another beer, Earl. Hot toddy for the lady."

You eyes trailed to the left, too reluctant to shift your entire head, revealing a man in a police uniform, a stetson shielding his face, a cigarette held firmly in his right hand.

The barkeep placed the drinks on the counter side by side, though your eyes remained fixed on your self proclaimed drinking buddy, who proceeded to take a swig of his beer before landing it back on the counter beside your own untouched glass forcefully. I hope he’s off-duty.

"A thank you would suffice." Finally, a sentence directed at you.

"I assumed you were keeping that for someone who asked for it." A minute passed, and you relished in the fact that your cutting comment had seemingly put a pin in any further attempt at conversation.

"You're cold."

"What?"

"Your cheeks are flushed. Although it could very well be in result of present company, I assume it's the unprecedented cold snap. So, I suggest you drink up."

Suddenly, it dawned on you. The uniform, the hat, the aggravating, husky, inherently cocky drone, all too familiar. "Jim Hopper." you said flatly, attempting to conceal the growing smirk on your face at the interesting development to an otherwise quiet night.

His head lifted, and with it, the hat, revealing stormy blue eyes which glared into your own. "Chief." he corrected, followed by a lengthy puff of the cigarette he clung to so dearly.

"Chief. I see that power trip is still well and truly kicking."

You could almost feel the anger radiating off his body at the remark, filling you with a strange sense of enjoyment. It was fair to say the chief wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good power trip.

He took another swig, inhaling deeply as he did so. You sipped your own drink, the liquid, although providing warmth, causing a distinct stinging sensation. Whiskey had definitely never been your drink of choice. Then again, the chief of police had certainly never been your company of choice. Perhaps tonight was for trying new things. It’s not like that whole tortured man drinking himself into oblivion to avoid facing the harsh realities of the cards life had dealt him… wasn’t a little hot.

You glanced over at him once again, jumping slightly in your seat when you found he was looking right back. His piercing gaze startling, providing a sense of dread which could only be compared to the feeling of someone leaping out at you from a dark room.

"Take a picture, chief. It'll last longer."

"Daphne."

A chuckle escaped your lips at the unexpected nature of his addressing you, though your name on his lips sent an uneasy feeling through your body. "What?"

"That's it, you're the Byers girl. Daphne."

His use of the word "girl" in describing you caused an involuntary eye roll, his intonation effortlessly demeaning.

"Aren't you just as observant as ever?" you countered, your continued defensiveness plastering a smirk on the chief's face. Some things never change.

"Where have you been?" he asked casually, like you had left town for the weekend, not four years. You smiled, in disbelief of how someone could be so nonchalant.

"College."

"Ah. Janitorial role, was it?"

"Close! Journalism. Maybe it's for the best you handed in that detective's badge, huh, Chief?"

"Bullshit!" his sudden proclamation likely an effect of the beer he had been knocking back, "Why're you back here, then?"

"I missed you." you cried, an excessive pout on your face to emphasise the sarcasm in the sentiment.

"God, kid, have you ever had a serious conversation in your life?" the sudden shift in his voice taking you aback ever so slightly.

You recalled the countless times he had said something similar to you, such discussions often taking place with you sat in the passenger seat of his cruiser. However, this time, sat across from him in a damp bar on the edge of town, five more years of living under your belt, the words hit with new life, like an old blade that had just been sharpened.

"Visiting Joyce and the boys. Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime, Chief."

"How's your mother?" Hopper had learned a thing or two about you during your semi regular catch-ups in the years prior. It didn't take a genius to see that you weren't a bad kid, just a hurt one. That could have been his reasoning for why you were never officially reprimanded for your many minor infringements, should he ever have needed one, but as much as he hated to admit it, he had a soft spot for you. He had never met another like you, truthfully. No one as stubborn, no one who could piss him off quite like you could. And even now, watching you process his words in the dim light of the bar, he felt the same sense of attachment creeping up on him.

"Dead."

His expression dropped, and immediately you felt a twinge of regret for how you had chosen to deliver the news. If there was a right way to tell someone such news, you figured yours could not have been further from it.

"Daph..."

"No. It- it's fine. I'm fine."

The sudden rush of blood to your head brought on a bout of dizziness. "Look, it’s getting late, I th- I'm gonna go." Without waiting for a response, you peeled yourself off the barstool and headed for the door, trying with all your strength to make it out without losing your balance.

Just about getting yourself outside, you leaned your back against the wall, the cool surface providing a much needed feeling of relief. Before your brain could even register the action, your body was sliding down the wall until the initial shock of your legs meeting the cold, hard ground kicked in, waking you up a little. You remained there in silence for all of a minute before you heard the door of the bar open and swiftly close again.

"Come on, kid."

You looked up to see the chief of police towering over you, his coat in hand. Grabbing you by both arms and pulling you up off the ground before you even had a chance to resist, he took the garment in both hands and in one swift motion wrapped it around your frame, its warmth spanning from your shoulders where it rested down to your knees. "Are you trying to get pneumonia?"

"Right now I'm just trying to get home." you answered shortly, brushing past his arm before he could turn around and promptly pull you back with a slight tug.

“Get in the car.”

"You've been drinking."

"What are they going to do, arrest me?"

With a frown on your face, you sighed as your eyes rested on his helplessly. Arguing was something that, for what felt like the first time ever, you were physically incapable of doing. Taking your hand in his, you felt yourself surrender any power you had over your own body as he led you to his cruiser.

That's when a voice echoed through the increasingly bitter air, a voice that stood out as belonging to someone other than the four people you'd spoken to since your return. "You knowww cops are supposed to combat crime, right, Hop? Not commit it. And from where I'm standing, chief- officer- uh, sir, the only thing standing between you, your little lady friend and that vehicle is a DUI arrest, potential murder-suicide, and I mean, christ, by the looks of it a barely escaped kidnapping charge." Wow, this guy has a way with his words.

"God, kid, don't you have some cretinous sophomores you need to go force your narcotics on?" the chief bit back.

You didn't dare to look up, your gaze remaining firm on the concrete with which your feet felt like could be ripped out from under them any second. Who could be bothered berating a sober Hopper, let alone a dr- and then the realisation dawned on you that your enthusiastic notion of a "sober Hopper" was likely a little dubious, or at least it had been the last time you'd had the pleasure of sharing a town with him, and you cannot help but elicit a giggle.

Clearly in your drifting thought several more jabs had been exchanged because your apparent amusement resulted in a scolding, "Something funny, kid?" from your knight in shining polyester.

Finally, you will yourself to meet his eyes, which are now re-affixed on his sparring partner, and following his train of vision allows you to finally visualise who the other party has been in this pitiful dick-measuring contest. A sight which immediately causes all the blood to drain from your head so forcefully you can only liken it to the opening of a dam. You become sickeningly aware of your previously demonstrated lack of agency, as you do the unyielding clench of the chief of police's hand around your forearm, resulting in your indignant shaking off of the latter. The former would be a little harder to dispel.

"Go home, Hopper. I'm fine."

"Hang on, you were the one who wan-"

"You heard the lady. Skedaddle! My darling, darling Flo deals with enough shit under your lackeys without having to be subjected to the sight of your hungover ass first thing on a Thursday morning."

Jim Hopper responds with what can only be discerned as a grumble before clambering into the driver's seat of his cruiser, and you feel an overwhelming twinge of mortification as you register that you almost went home with him in that state. Would still hit it, though.

Such realisation is swiftly replaced, however, as you and him are now the only people left outside the bar.

After a couple strenuous beats, in that conceited, sardonic drawl, "You're welcome."

"Huh?"

"It's a polite response. Uuusually preceded by a polite acknowledgment of a serv-"

"Oh my God, please stop talking. Jesus Christ." you snap, clenching the bridge of your nose. Your infamous migraine had long been awakened at this stage.

"Jesus, what the hell crawled up your ass and di-"

You lower your hand from over your eyes so that they can meet his, so that this asshole can realise he knows the answer to his interrupted query too well already.

“Fuck. Daph..... ne. *ahem* Daphne."

"Fuck off, Eddie." And with that, you, absolutely aimlessly, take off on foot in the opposite direction of the bar, I mean seriously, your sense of direction is obsolete, but still, you feel compelled to be the one doing the fucking off as soon as you remember he cannot be trusted with such imperatives.

The careless commotion of stones being kicked paired with embarrassingly exhaustive breathing getting nearer to your back confirms such preconceptions. “You’re back. When did- Why?”

And you try, you really do try to resist engagement, but he’s like a bad smell. He clings. Unforgivingly. Only removed with force. And, unfortunately for him and every other person in this town, you’re like dynamite. Highly explosive at the slightest activation. No, that’s not a euphemism.

“Why do you give a fuck? In fact, why were you even here? Lingering, creeping, just waiting to fucking pounce, to swoop in and save the day like the hero you so desperately want to believe you fucking are.”

This startles him. You’re glad it startles him. You’re convinced you can almost see past his mangled, curly locks right into his brain where the gears are working in overdrive.

“Fuck me, Daphne. My sincerest apologies if I’m surprised to see you here after four fucking years, but to the shock and horror of most people in this town, but probably most of all your own, time didn’t freeze when you left. The Earth did not stop revolving around the sun, in fact, it did it four more fucking times. So sorry if seeing you with your paws all over Chief Hopper in the parking lot caught me off guard a little bit, which also, him, really? And not that you would have any idea, because, at the risk of repeating myself, four fucking years, but Corroded Coffin plays here every Wednesday. Every single Wednesday. It’s become sort of a tradition for us, but you wouldn’t know, would you?”

His eruption equally startles you, though this time not at all to your own amusement. You left hi- Hawkins on bad terms, awful, even. There was no coming back, from anything or anywhere or anyone, you had made sure of that. And yes, you realised, stood in what remained of the distant, eerie glow of the Hideout, staring into his relentlessly brown pools for eyes (which had always, in your opinion, been tremendously uncalled for), you hadn’t exactly kept to your word. But, that didn’t explain why his outburst stung as if the wounds were fresh, because they weren’t. He had been abundantly clear about that.

You allowed several moments to pass while you deliberated between a number of responses, favourites including, but not limited to: fuck you; fuck off; it wasn’t my fault; fuck you, you fucking asshole. Ultimately, the best one you could muster up was to turn on your heels and continue once more on your undisclosed journey without acknowledgement. Surely, you knew by now that one never worked on him.

“Daphne.” His intense grip extends to your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks as it sends a reviving yet unsettling warmth throughout your otherwise glacial body. You absolutely despised how he could do that. “Where are you going?”

“H-h-home.” Voice cracks betraying the callous front you so desperately wished to keep up, and you knew your composure couldn’t sustain this level of confrontation for much longer.

“Eddie? You out here, man?” a rescuing mop of curly hair yelled from the door of the Hideout which you immediately recognised as belonging to none other than his dickhead bandmate Gareth. Well, helpful dickhead, as it stands.

“Your girlfriend’s looking for you.” you coldly remark, though it still manages to elicit a sniff vaguely resembling amusement from your… from Eddie.

“He’ll live. Come on.” He gestured towards what you did not even have to verify with a glance was his box of rust on wheels he liked to call a van.

“What?”

“Daphne, seriously, don’t piss me off.”

“Oh, you passed the point of pissing me off a long fucking time ago, Munson. Four rotations ago, to be precise, right? Leave me. The fuck. Alone.”

With one violent motion, you shook his hand from its convenient place on your shoulder, immediately welcoming the return of the brisk air to your entire frame, and off you unapologetically went, this time without interference, though not without observance. You could feel his stare watching, burning into your back, harder than you could feel anything else in this soul-numbing cold.

There was plenty you weren’t sure of on coming back to Hawkins. An incredible amount. Perhaps the only thing you really could be sure of is that you couldn’t do that. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

the other hand knocking

by greatunironic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, The Party (Stranger Things), Background & Cameo Characters, Stranger Things Ensemble Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, period-atypical attitudes, Horse Girl Steve Harrington, Slow Burn Words: 102,211 Chapters: 10/10

Summary

Since he was eighteen, Steven Harrington knew he would not marry: there were many factors, but chief among them were that he had, he knew, given up his chance for true happiness when he had allowed his mother to persuade him from accepting Edward Munson’s proposal. Or: a Regency AU.

[papermoonloveslucy]

BOB HOPE

May 29, 1903 - July 27, 2003

Bob Hope was born Lesley Townes Hope in England in 1903. During his extensive career (in virtually all forms of media) he received five honorary Academy Awards. After a brief marriage to his vaudeville partner Grace Troxell, he wed singer and actress Dolores Read, with whom he adopted four children. Although they stayed together for the rest of his life, their marriage was not always an easy one, with Hope having a reputation as a womanizer, and constantly his constant travel for performances.  He was so busy on screen and off that he was facetiously dubbed “Rapid Robert”. 

Aside from his collaboration with Lucille Ball, he was known for his partnership with crooner Bing Crosby on the “Road” films, his devotion to the USO, and his love of golf.     

In 1945, Desi Arnaz was the orchestra leader on Bob Hope’s NBC radio show. 

HOPE (about Lucy and Desi): “Lips and hands were all over one and another. I never saw a couple loving each other more after Bogie and Bacall.”

Ball and Hope had made four feature films together: Sorrowful Jones (1949), Fancy Pants (1950), The Facts of Life (1960), and Critic’s Choice (1963). 

Hope and Ball first collaborated on television on September 14, 1950 on the third installment of “The Star-Spangled Revue”, Hope’s first regular television program.  Lucy played the mayor of NYC and Bob her henpecked husband. 

Kicking off season six of “I Love Lucy” in October 1956, Bob Hope guest-starred as as himself. The story was built around the real-life fact that Hope was part owner of the Cleveland Indians Baseball team.  

Two weeks later, in one of TV’s first network cross-overs, the entire cast of “I Love Lucy” appeared on “The Bob Hope Chevy Show”. The premise of the sketch (later colorized for home video) supposed that Bob, instead of Desi, married Lucy and became her bandleader husband on the sitcom.  

In October 1959, Lucy and Hope were two of many celebrities paying tribute to “Eleanor Roosevelt on Her Diamond Jubilee” aired as part of “Sunday Showcase” on NBC. 

On January 10, 1960, Hope and Ball were two of the stars profiled in “Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood.”  Lucille is seen in front of her Desilu Playhouse on the backlot. Standing amid a pile of suitcases, Bob Hope talks about Hollywood in general, presenting almost a monologue on the subject. 

Hope:“Hedda has a fabulous fund of Hollywood knowledge. She has to wear those big hats to keep the secrets from leaking out.”

On February 15, 1961, Ball served as a presenter on “The Bob Hope Buick Sports Show.” Boxer Floyd Patterson could not attend the ceremony on the West Coast, so Hope shows footage of Lucille Ball presenting him the award on the East Coast, where she was appearing in Wildcat on Broadway.

On October 24, 1962 Bing Crosby and Juliet Prowse joined Lucy for “The Bob Hope Show”. In a sketch, Lucille plays a District Attorney and Bob a gangster named Bugsy.

During the “Bob Hope Special: TV Guide Awards” on April 14, 1963, Lucille Ball is nominated for Favorite Female Performer. Ball is not present so a still photo of her is shown instead. The winner is Carol Burnett.  

On a May 5, 1963 “Toast of the Town” (aka “The Ed Sullivan Show”) from New York City, Bob Hope and Lucille Ball promote their new movie Critic’s Choice. 

The pair continued their Critic’s Choice promotion tour that same day (May 5, 1963) by appearing on “What’s My Line?”  This would be their last film together and one they both considered a failure.

On April 19, 1964, Hope and Ball teamed for a CBS Comedy Special titled “Mr. and Mrs.” in which they played themselves and a husband and wife acting team.  

Hope made a cameo appearance in "The Lucy Show” (TLS S3;E2) on September 28, 1964, that starred Jack Benny as a plumber with hidden talents. 

In “Bob Hope Presents Chrysler Theatre: Have Girls, Will Travel” on October 16, 1964, Lucille Ball does a cameo as Hope’s wife in a cast of ‘girls’ that includes Jill St. John, Marilyn Maxwell, and Rhonda Fleming.

“A Bob Hope Comedy Special: Bob Hope’s Leading Ladies” on September 28, 1966, Lucile Ball played herself and arrived in Bob Hope’s bedroom on a chauffeur-driven adult-size tricycle! During their scene, old friends Ball and Hope continually crack each other up.   

“Jack Benny’s Carnival Nights” (March 20, 1968) featured both Ball and Hope, although they did not share any scenes together.  

Bob Hope was there when Lucille Ball won her fourth (and final) competitive Emmy Award on a May 19, 1968 telecast from The Hollywood Palladium. Don Adams and Bill Cosby also won.

“The Dean Martin Christmas Special” (December 19,1968) featured many celebrities including Hope and Ball in (separate) cameos. Lucy promises that the kids at the City of Hope Medical Center will have a Merry Christmas.

Bob Hope, Lucille Ball (and dozens of other stars) make guest appearances on “The Dean Martin Show” sixth season opener on September 17, 1970. 

On “Jack Benny’s 20th Anniversary Show” (November 16, 1970) Lucy plays Benny’s maid, Janet. Bob does a monologue about Benny but does not share the screen with Lucille Ball. 

That same date (November 16, 1970) Ball appeared on “The Bob Hope Show: Bringing Back Vaudeville.” Bob plays a hypnotist who takes Lucy out of the audience to be his stooge.  

“Swing Out, Sweet Land” (November 29, 1970) was a star-studded patriotic special featuring Lucille Ball (voice of the Statue of Liberty) and Bob Hope entertaining the troops - at Valley Forge!    

“Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Jack Benny* But Were Afraid To Ask” (March 10, 1971) featured Bob Hope in a quick cameo as a juggler and Lucille Ball plays a star-struck young Goldwyn Girl seduced by leading man Benny. 

Ball and Hope were both recognized with plaques on “Zenith Presents: A Salute to Television’s 25th Anniversary” on September 10, 1972.

An October 12, 1973 episode of “The Merv Griffin Show” is a Salute to Lucille Ball featuring her husband and children, and her two most famous male co-stars, Bob Hope and Gale Gordon.

On “Show Business Salute to Milton Berle” (December 4, 1973), the Friars Club celebrate Berle’s 60 years in entertainment. Sammy Davis Jr. hosts with guests Lucille Ball and Bob Hope.

In “The Bob Hope Christmas Special” aired on December 9, 1973, Lucille Ball played herself, thinking that Bob is buying her expensive presents because he is in love with her.  

Naturally, Hope is on the dais for the “Dean Martin Celebrity Roast of Lucille Ball” on February 7, 1975. 

Bob Hope: “Lucy’s always doing nice things. Even though she’s not with Desi anymore she got him a job as a dialogue coach on ‘Chico and the Man’.”

“Bob Hope’s World of Comedy” (October 29, 1969) naturally included Lucille Ball. 

“NBC: The First Fifty Years” (November 26, 1976) was a four and a half hour extravaganza that featured NBC’s biggest star Bob Hope, but somehow also included CBS star Lucille Ball, four years before she would leap over to the peacock network.

Two days, later (November 28, 1976) “CBS Salutes Lucy: The First 25 Years” includes Hope singing his signature song “Thanks for the Memory” with special lyrics about Lucy.

“Bob Hope’s All-Star Comedy Tribute to Vaudeville” (March 25, 1977) featured Lucy and Bob in a sketch titled “The Housecleaners”....

... as well as one titled “The Hospital” in which Lucille Ball is the clumsy Dr. Spinebender and Bob Hope is a heavily bandaged patient. 

On April 15, 1977, “Dinah!” presented “Bob Hope: The Road to Hollywood” with Dinah Shore welcoming guests Lucille Ball, Rosemary Clooney, Jane Russell, Rhonda Fleming, and Dorothy Lamour.

“A Tribute To Mr. Television Milton Berle” (March 26, 1978) included testimonials from Lucille Ball and Bob Hope. 

Lucille Ball took to the Kennedy Center stage to say “Happy Birthday Bob” on May 29, 1978. 

LUCY: “I starred with Bob in four pictures and they were all fun, frantic, and foolish.”

John Wayne hosted "General Electric’s All-Star Anniversary” which recalls the music, song, and comedy of the past 100 years and marked the one-hundredth anniversary of the General Electric Company with stars such as Lucille Ball and Bob Hope. 

Lucille Ball is guest-host on “The Mike Douglas Show” and they interview stars that include Bob Hope (November 3, 1978). 

“Bob Hope Salutes the Ohio Jubilee” (December 3, 1978) has Lucy in a flimsy negligee to get her husband’s (Hope) attention during a football game. 

“The Annual Friars Club Tribute Presents a Salute to Johnny Carson” on May 6, 1979 was a testimonial dinner at Waldorf-Astoria with Bob Hope, Lucille Ball, Kirk Douglas and, of course, Ed McMahon. Lucy was accompanied by her husband and daughter.

After three decades on rival networks, Lucy joins Hope as an employee of the National Broadcast Corporation (NBC), kicking things off with this special: “Lucy Moves To NBC” on February 8, 1980.

“Bob Hope’s 30th Anniversary Television Special” took place on January 18, 1981.  It was a retrospect of Hope’s first 30 years on TV. Celebrating with Bob were guests Lucille Ball, Milton Berle, Danny Thomas, George Burns, Glen Campbell, Sammy Davis Jr., and many more.

On February 26, 1982, “The John Davidson Show” featured both Bob Hope and Lucille Ball.

Hope takes a look back at the beautiful and funny women he has worked with over the years. Lucille Ball and more than 60 of Bob’s co-stars are presented in studio segments, as well as television and film excerpts in “Bob Hope’s Women I Love - Beautiful But Funny” aired on February 28, 1982.

“On the Road to Hollywood - Part II” (March 2, 1983)  was a tribute to Hope’s film career, with clips from many of his films and appearances by many of his female co-stars, including Lucille Ball, Dorothy Lamour, Martha Rae, Jane Russell and others.

Hope returns to the site of his 75th Birthday Special, the Kennedy Center, for another three hour special with Lucille Ball, George Burns, Kathryn Crosby, George C. Scott, and Jim Henson in “Happy Birthday, Bob: A Salute to Bob Hope’s 80th Birthday” on May 23, 1983.

“Who Makes The World Laugh? - Part II” on April 4, 1984, answered the question in the title by presenting Lucille Ball and Hope together!  

Hall of Fame winner Lucille Ball and Governor’s Award recipient Bob Hope are  presenters at the “36th Primetime Emmy Awards” on September 23, 1984. 

“Bob Hope’s Unrehearsed Antics of the Stars” (September 28, 1984) found Lucille Ball recounting her disastrous audition for the role of Scarlet O’Hara in the 1939 film Gone With The Wind.

Lucille Ball makes a cameo appearance in “Bob Hopes Buys NBC?” on September 17, 1985.

An “All Star Party for Clint Eastwood” on November 30, 1986, features former honoree Lucille Ball and Bob Hope paying homage to Eastwood. 

Lucille Ball and Bob Hope were part of an all-star cast for “Happy 100th Birthday, Hollywood” on May 18, 1987. This was a two-hour special on ABC TV that won an Emmy for editing.

On the deck of an aircraft carrier, Bob Hope salutes the US Air Force’s 40th anniversary. Lucy and Bob sing “I Remember It Well” in “Bob Hope’s High-Flying Birthday Extravaganza” aired on May 25, 1987.

“America’s Tribute to Bob Hope” on January 2, 1988 - to celebrate the opening of the Bob Hope Cultural Center at Palm Springs, Lucille Ball and dozens of friends gather and offer comedy and musical performances to honor the building's namesake.

On May 16, 1988, Bob Hope celebrates the 85th of his 100 birthdays in “Happy Birthday, Bob: 50 Stars Salute Your 50 Years at NBC.” Lucille Ball sings “Comedy Ain’t No Joke,” her last ‘performance’ on television before her death. 

Lucille Ball’s final appearance was at “The 1989 Oscars” on March 29, 1989, appropriately alongside Bob Hope. They introduce a performance by ‘the stars of tomorrow. Lucy appears to be enjoying herself immensely, giggling at all Bob Hope’s jokes. 

After Ball’s passing, Hope hosted “Bob Hope’s Love Affair With Lucy”, a tribute which aired on September 23, 1989. Hope invited such stars as Betty White, George Burns, Danny Thomas, and even Kirk Cameron, to pay tribute to the Queen of Comedy. 

“100 Years of Hope and Humor” on April 23, 2003 was the last television appearance by Bob Hope. This tribute aired 29 days before his 100th birthday and 95 days before he passed away.

HOPE (on turning 100): “I don't feel old. In fact, I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.”

Thanks for the memories, Bob. RIP

[vintage1981]

Happy 40th Anniversary to The Muppet Movie!

The Muppet Movie is a 1979 musical road comedy film and the first theatrical film featuring the Muppets. Directed by James Frawley and produced by Jim Henson, the film's screenplay was conceived by The Muppet Show writers Jerry Juhl and Jack Burns. An American and British venture produced by Henson Associates and ITC Entertainment between the first half and the second half of The Muppet Show's third season, the film depicts Kermit the Frog as he embarks on a cross-country trip to Hollywood, California. Along the way, he encounters several of the Muppets—who all share the same ambition of finding success in professional show business—while being pursued by Doc Hopper, an evil restaurateur with intentions of employing Kermit as a spokesperson for his frog legs business.

In addition to the Muppet performers, the film stars Charles Durning and Austin Pendleton, and features cameo appearances by Dom DeLuise, James Coburn, Edgar Bergen, Steve Martin, and Mel Brooks, among others. Notable for its surreal humour, meta-references and prolific use of cameos, The Muppet Movie was released in the United Kingdom on May 31, 1979, and in the United States on June 22, 1979, and received critical praise; including two Academy Award nominations for Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher's musical score and their song, "Rainbow Connection". In 2009, the film was deemed "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant" by the Library of Congress and selected for preservation in the National Film Registry.

[ao3feed-harringrove]

speak to me

https://ift.tt/331PHkn

by kiwiibiird

Billy’s not deaf.

He’s not dumb, or stupid, or a handicap like some of the kids used to say he was back in middle school.

He just-- he doesn’t talk.

Words: 6469, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Original Male Character(s), Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove & Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers & Billy Hargrove, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Stranger Things 2, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Fix-It, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Muteness, Selective Muteness, chapter specific warnings are more in depth

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/331PHkn

[ao3feed-byler2]

Did I make you scream?

by strangerdanger96

"Don't you want to know who's behind it?" Robin asked as she closed the little TV on the counter and crossed her arms

"Trust me, from what I witnessed last year I don't want to be involved in all the Ghostface madness" . . .

Last year the party plus Robin, Steve and Nancy were saved by a miracle from Ghostface who turned out to be Max's brother Billy. No one really talks about it and surely no one wants to relive this again but what will happen when Ghostface comes back? What will happen when not one but two Ghostfaces are starting to kill innocent people and the gang decides to put an end to it? But also what will happen when some members of the gang will start to fall in love with soms specific people?

Words: 1813, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: stranger thing - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Supernatural (Stranger Things), Ghostface Mask (Scream), Queer Character, Blood and Gore, Brutal Murder, Gay Character, Lesbian Character, Background Character Death, Trauma, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Gunshot Wounds, Survivor Guilt, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Gay Panic

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/yuzegQ8

[child-actors-deepdive]

What Makes the Stranger Things Franchise so Great?

Almost anybody who isn’t living under a rock has heard of Netflix’s widely popular show Stranger Things it is easily to relatable to so many demographics of audience people of all ages are able to watch it without being completely bored or confused. Although there is probably much a large debate on what actually makes the show so great i.e. the plot, the humor, the conflict etc. the kids are really what pulls the people in and keeps them coming back. It is basically undeniable that we as viewer live vicariously through these kids. I mean who wouldn't want to take on a super scary alien with their best friends, and with the help of their super cool older siblings and of course Joyce the super mom and we can't forget about the totally kickass Hawkins sheriff Jim Hopper. But back to the kids of course, they are truly what embodies the whole idea of the show and not only do the make Stranger Things the show that it is today they are also growing rapid popularity among the public in real life. Many of the kids can be found in other popular movies such as IT, up and coming Godzilla, Law and Order: SVU cameos, The Blacklist, plus tons of voices for characters in animation films plus much much more. But like most it isn’t just there charisma that lights up the screen when we turn on an episode of Stranger Things, it is the simple fact of the large scale of capabilities as actors at such a young age that leave audience members in awe I mean they show raw emotion, their completely vulnerable, they put their all into it and they keep people glued to the screen. I mean literally every time I watch Stranger Things it takes a minute for me to be like, “wow these kids are acting at almost an Oscar level and most of them are almost 5 years younger than me”, I mean most of us couldn't say we could act with such finesse and flow at age let alone act that well in general. With that being said I highly suggest that you check of Stranger Things if you have Netflix because it is truly one of companies best productions that they have put out, and that is saying a lot because Netflix is notoriously known for putting out some kick ass shit movies and shows. This show in particular is especially great for those of you who love sci-fi action thrillers, but even if that genre doesn't sound like your cup of tea, which trust me I get it because I am definitely not much of a sci-fi person, this show is truly addicting and will have you at the edge of your seat all they way til end, and then have you screaming at the monitor when its over and you have to wait like the rest of us for season 3 which is greatly anticipated to be nothing less than epic. For those of you already all caught up you can expect Netflix to release the new season of Stranger Things on July 4th this summer, and I don't know about you but I fully plan on watching fireworks and then completely binging the whole season because I am OBSESSED. 

-Katie HD