#stranger thngs

[timetobeaghost]

Made up my mind about the fruit Pizza scene

I was always questioning what Mike really wanted to say, but am sure now he wanted to break up like El. She was clearly going to suggest being friends, and he was basically about to do the same, only that he was going to apologize and explain himself and emphasize how much he really DOES care about her, but not in that way, and will always be there for her, while she would have made it short and sweet.

Basically they were on exactly the same page and everything would be fine if Argyle had not interrupted. ARGHgyle! But he does interrupt and they enjoy getting to delay the somewhat difficult conversation and just be friends. Which Will of course interprets as true love and an outstanding example of heterosexuality. Oh, Will.

Mike was under the influence of the van scene, in which he got a lot of mixed messages, but one of them being that El needs him and he always will. But he was also still under the influence of the "Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth... because what if they don't like the truth" conversation and I think that was an extremely important one, putting him on the path of mustering the courage to tell the truth.

Then after the both conversations we have him reunite with El, deliriously happy that she is well and he found her. She makes it romantic, putting their foreheads together and cradling his face, while he breaks the romantic tension within seconds as per usual. (Which is what made El come to the conclusion that they really should be just friends)

Then there is the extremely interesting fact of his face falling and him looking between Will and El with a sad expression. That is the moment he really decided or realized that he can not love El "the way she wants him to". All leading up to his attempted confession in the Surfer Boys.

But all went to shit when El was in trouble and Will insisted that Mike must confess his love to El or she would literally DIE. Also Max would die and the world would end. Medium pressure.

WILLLLLL, no! Mike looks so desperate and pained because he already decided to be honest with El and that this would be the best for both of them. He is forced far back into the closet at gunpoint by the boy he is in love with. It's heartbreaking shit.

Disclaimer: All credit to the gif makers. Don't know their names nor would I dare to name them because many are probably milenvens. Sry..

[eddieslittlefreak]

our sweet poison - steddie ff

summary: wanting someone who you can’t have is probably one of the most painful things in the world.  a short story about how prince eddie lets the dagger of his mate, steve’s soft rejection sink into his back.

i love writing angsty shit to angsty songs, even tho while being in the happiest realitionship i’ve ever had. this is my toxic trait, there is literally no reason for me to write these, sorry everyone lmao <3

Eddie always thought he needed no one. He grew up in one of the richest families in the land, as a respected royalty. He thought being alone in wealth was just as good as being with someone.  But soon that mirage was shattered by the refreshing drop of Steve’s caring pair of eyes, which sometimes stared at Eddie for way too long, like a lost, homeless puppy. Soon heavyweights got wrapped around his ankles and his wrists which he carried wherever he went.

Prince Steve was charming and kind, he had a bride too. But Eddie’s naive little heart was full of hope toward his mate, who never seemed to take interest in boys. So Eddie resisted. He took the punches of seeing Steve with all of those pretty ladies right into his guts, and managed to straighten his back whenever Steve’s future, and a planned marriage was brought into the conversation. 

Until it was too much.

Until one night he asked Steve to follow him to the hill right behind the palace. Steve was a bit late and Eddie had too much wine. They ended up on the grass, Eddie soft curls falling into Steve’s lap as he mumbled the words, as he cried out every love soaked confession that ever tripped on the tip of his tongue. Steve led his fingers through those familiar curls with a shaky hand and glossy eyes.

“Eddie? Eddie, breathe.” Steve’s voice was barely above a little whisper. Eddie got a handful of Steve shirt into his fist as he tried to stop sobbing. “Eddie.. I’ve got a bride.” he bit his lips and Eddie felt the words cutting right on the skin of his back. 

“I know. I know, God, I know.” he nodded, pressing his face into Steve’s tummy.

“Good, okay.” Steve nodded, a pearl of tear rolling down on his face. “My boy.”

The rejection was hard, since Eddie felt like him and Steve had the same sins. The same tone painted their skin and their lips touched the same porcelain cups. Like their hands played on the same strings, the exact same notes. But Eddie couldn’t follow a light that eventually led him into darkness, where it faded and he lost trace of it. So he took a deep breath in the sharp pain and let it sink. 

[wendydarlingfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: 1990s, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Slice of Life, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 5 of Stoncy Week 2023: Peter, Paul, Mary Summary: Nancy doesn't understand why Steve and Jonathan like soap operas so much.

[11-6-1983]

Why Nancy might not have been out of character in season 4.

I think part of the reason Nancy started to notice Steve romantically in s4 even tho it seemingly goes against everything in her character development so far is bc she is scared.

First, we know from the start that one of Nancy's biggest fears is ending up like her parents in a nuclear family. That is one of the reasons she is unhappy in her relationship with Steve. At the start of the season 4, her and Jon are clearly growing apart. Would it be crazy to think it might be because similar reasons? (at least on Nancey's end)

I think Nancy might be somewhat coming to the realization that she is not happy with what she has with Jon. She may feel guilty because she feels like she should be. Jon is a great guy. They have a relationship much better than what most women in the 80s ends up with. They have the real shit: shared trauma. But she isn't.

All of this doesn't change the fact she will still end up in a nuclear, heteronormative family with Jonathan. He might not be a jock like Steve was, and they aren't terrible for each other like her parents are, but it will still be the nuclear family she wanted to reject so badly in the first season (and arguably every time after that).

I think its completely possible that when Nancy realized how she felt and how complicated those feelings about what she wants for herself she may have panicked. In this panic and ultimate absence of Jonathan, she regressed a bit. Because of the time the show takes place in, you can imagine that simply deciding that you don't want a committed relationship with a man is not easy like it would be today. Especially after she has been with Jon for a few years and has another man (steve) who is completely in love with her. She may be trying to test things out (consciously or unconsciously) to try and find a scenirio where she could be happy with one of them. This would include and cause everything with Steve. She isn't happy with her perfect boyfriend Jonathan, so maybe she would with Steve? someone she knows loves her?

All of this, (if im right) is futile bc Nancy will never be happy (at least in this point of her life) living a heteronormative life with a man. My hope, is that season 5 will hold Nancy coming to this realization and letting go of being with Jon, Steve, or any man for the time being. Listening to what would make her happy rather than what society tells her she should do, just like she wanted in season one.

--

All of this requires s5 to pull through lmao. I could be completely wrong and maybe it all is truly Nancy out of character, but until then we won't know

[timetobeaghost]

Big fat I TOLD YOU SO to all the Will or whoever is actually the heart of the party, Mike is just the heart to Will because he is in love - truthers. Yeah, no, the Duffers are also in love with Mike and/or he is - very much - objectively the heart of the group.

Will sees Mike for what he really is, actually.

OH WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT MIKE?? OH HES THE LEADER?? HES THE HEART??

[willow-lark]

oh what’s THAT… is that a sneak peek of my @bylerbigbang fic?? 👀

please stay tuned for ai! ai! (fūnestaque littera ducta est) coming to you on nov. 29! ☀️🌻

[robyboh]

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[snshineandgnpwdr]

southern inhospitality

pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

word count- 1.8k ish

warnings- God, I still don't even know? Mentions of food, tense family gatherings and insecurities, just general crappy Thanksgiving family gathering vibes....also, I borrowed a few lines from Rhett & Scarlett if that's not your thng.....and remember kiddos, no matter what universe or situation, we hate Conrad. 😎

notes- I waffled all week about whether or not I wanted to repost this today for its one year anniversary and finally decided here at the end of the day that yeah, I like this one and I actually do want to. Made some minor edits but nothing serious, this takes place a couple years in the future from where these guys are in their main (unfinished) story but can be read as a stand alone.

thanks as always to @wildemaven for being my cheerleader and @tinytinymenace for the prompt a million years ago that started this. 💕

As he stepped onto the escalator and descended into the arrivals terminal, he thought to himself, 'this is the dumbest idea I've ever had.'

Okay, maybe not the dumbest. He is Dieter Bravo after all, he's done a lot of dumb shit in his life. But this probably ranks right up there.

And it's not like Ava had exactly invited him but when they'd talked the previous evening, she had said she missed him and that was pretty much the same thing right?

Besides, she'd sounded so miserable back in her family's clutches, it was like his duty or whatever to sweep in and rescue her. The last time she sounded that withdrawn-- well, he doesn't like to think about it, but he'll be damned if they ever repeat it. Time for him to step up and white knight this shit.

He's starting to second guess the whole idea though as the Uber makes its way up the long oak lined drive, the massive magnolia tree taking up the majority of the front yard coming into view before the actual house does.

"Goddamn," he whispers to himself as the car comes to a halt in front of a true southern plantation house- fucking columns, gleaming black shutters, coach lights, rocking chairs and all.

He can't help but wonder what the hell he's gotten himself into as he grabs his bag from the Uber and makes his way up the steps to the imposing double front doors and ringing the bell.

Based on the exterior, he's expecting the door to be answered by a housekeeper or a butler or some shit and is surprised when it swings open to reveal a pre-teen boy in perfectly pressed khakis and a seasonally appropriate burnt orange polo.

"Yeah?" The kid says nonchalantly, more interested in the phone in his hand than the actual guest at the door and Dieter catches a glimpse of chipped black glitter nail polish as the boy's fingers fly over the keys.

"I'm looking for Ava. Ava Greene? Is this the right place?" He asks, sliding his Ray-Bans down his nose and trying to peer behind the kid into the house. "Or like the right fucking century? They know the south lost right?"

That gets the kid's attention and he looks up at Dieter, flashing him a mischievous grin and suddenly Dieter sees the family resemblance. At least he knows he's at the right house. Must be one of Drew's spawn.

"The news of the fall of the Confederacy has not yet reached the man of the house. We fear, due to his advanced age and frail condition, such a staggering blow may cause him to expire."

Dieter snorts out a laugh and the kid smiles even wider. "Welcome to Oak Hill," he says with a dramatic bow. "Please, do step inside and join us on this day when we celebrate the most problematic of American holidays."

Dieter is getting ready to call the kid out for inviting perfect strangers into his family's home when Ava's voice comes from somewhere further in the house and instead he finds himself automatically stepping inside as if drawn to her.

"Harry! Who's at the door? You didn't let the Jehovah's Witnesses in again, did you??"

"They're actually here for you," Harry calls over his shoulder. "Something about how you've been living in sin with a cad and a scoundrel."

"Haha," Ava laughs. "Very funny, smart ass. Seriously, who's here?"

"Seriously, it's for you. Come see."

The tapping of heels on hardwood flooring comes closer and Dieter thinks maybe he's stepped not only into the wrong century but also into a completely alternate reality- Ava- his messy, wonderful, Converse wearing Ava, in heels?

His gaze starts at her feet as she comes into view and hot damn, she really is wearing a killer pair of leather booties with some long swirly plaid skirt he doesn't have a name for, crisp white button up, pearls at her ears and throat, hair pulled back in a complicated looking up-do.

"Harry, everyone I know is already here...." And then she catches sight of him standing behind Harry and he grins at the surprised expression on her face. "Dee-- what are you doing here? What about your meeting?"

"I rescheduled. I should've never agreed anyway," he shrugs, reaching out to pull her into his arms and she comes willingly. "I shouldn't have let you do this by yourself."

"I told you it was fine, that'd I'd be fine," she says as she wraps her arms around him and leans into him. "I'm mostly fine."

"You're not fine, look at you," Dieter laughs, pulling away enough to hook a finger in the vee of her shirt, accidentally on purpose undoing one more tiny button and sneaking a peak. "You have a bra on. I wasn't even sure you owned one."

Ava snorts out a laugh and melts back into him, tucking her face into his neck and nipping at the skin there. "Behave, Bravo. We're amongst civilized company here."

"I'll try, but you do look like every sexy librarian fantasy I've ever had," Dieter whispers into her ear, hands sliding down her back to rest on the curve of her ass.

"You're an idiot, bunny" Ava whispers back, holding on to him a little bit tighter. "But I'm so glad you're here."

"Take your sunglasses off," Ava says as they walk hand in hand towards the family room.

"What?"

"We're inside. Pretend you're a normal person and take your sunglasses off."

"But why?"

"Are you high?"

"What? No! I mean, not really, not that anyone could tell," he shrugs.

"Then take them off. Please do not make this any worse than it already will be. When we go in for dinner, sit up straight, keep your elbows off the table, mind your manners and take your sunglasses off."

And with that warning, she escorts him into the belly of the beast.

"We'll have one more guest for dinner," Ava announces to the room and way more people than he expected turn to stare at him. "Some of you have already met Dieter, so I'll just leave you to get reacquainted and set another place at the table."

"Play nice," Ava grins, leaning in to kiss his cheek and giving his hand a quick squeeze before scurrying out of the room like the traitor she is.

He can do this, he tells himself as he hooks his Ray-Bans into his shirt pocket. He can. He's an Oscar winning actor for fucks sake. How bad can one family dinner possibly be?

Three hours later he's hating himself for putting that thought into the universe. Turns out it can be so, so incredibly bad.

Dinner itself was fine, delicious even- the turkey was moist, the potatoes were smooth and buttery, the pumpkin cheesecake was downright sinful.

But the conversation has been downright atrocious. It's as if someone had given Conrad Greene a list of topics not to talk about at a family gathering, and he's tried his damnedest to hit every single one of them.

He's watched Ava's mother masterfully try to steer them into safer conversational waters time and time again, he's listened to all the praise for Drew and the newspaper he can stomach while Ava's own accomplishments get brushed off as inconsequential and she withdraws farther and farther into herself. Even Harry is not exempt from his great grandfather's ire and he watches the bright eyed kid who'd met him at the door deflate like an old party balloon.

Dieter has always thought his own childhood was shitty, but it's nothing compared to this. Sure, he may have never known his dad and his mom may have ditched him, but between his grandparents and Ms. Rose, he'd never once felt anything less than accepted for exactly who he was. Or pressured to be someone he wasn't.

By the time the table is cleared and after dinner coffees are served, his back is starting to hurt from the damned uncomfortable dining chairs, his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth and his fucking knee hurts from how often Ava has dug her nails in to stop him from saying something he most likely shouldn't.

His shades had reappeared at some point to hide how often he was rolling his eyes and Ava was so dejected by that point she hadn't even tried to deter him.

And he's had about enough. Of all of it.

"Are you staying here?" He leans in to ask her.

"No," she shakes her head. "I've been staying at Drew's."

"Great. Did you drive here separately?"

"Yeah, Harry wanted to ride in your Porsche."

"Even better. We're leaving," he announces, pushing his chair back from the table.

"Dieter--"

"We're leaving, Ava. Say your goodbyes and grab your things."

Ava leads Dieter up the side stairs and into the little loft apartment over Drew's garage where she used to live and where she's been staying for the last few days.

"I'm sorry. It didn't....it wasn't always like that," she says as she kicks off her heels. It's the first thing she's said since they left her grandfather's house and Dieter's heart aches for her.

"Ava, honey, you don't have anything to be sorry for. None of that shit is your fault. He's a bitter old man with fucked up ideas of how the world should work."

"Growing up....before my grandmother died....it was different. She tempered him I guess," she shrugs, taking off her pearls and tucking them safely in a little velvet pouch she puts in her make up bag.

"What was she like?" He asks, coming up behind her at the bathroom counter, beginning to hunt for and remove all the pins keeping her hair pulled back.

"She liked to cook and work in her garden, and take Drew and I bargain shopping. She was always smiling or laughing. A little bit mischievous. People gravitated to her. She would've liked you a lot."

"You think so?"

"I do," Ava smiles softly at him, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "I wish she would've gotten to know Harry, she would've gotten a kick out of him."

"He's a pretty cool kid," Dieter grins. "Clever, quick-witted. You sure he's not actually yours?"

"Positive," Ava laughs, spinning to face him. "But I did spend a lot of time with him when he was younger. Guess I rubbed off on him."

"Hey, that's not a bad thing, you know that, right? You're incredibly brilliant, Ava. It's their loss if they can't see it."

"I know. I'm working on it...."

"And, you know what else?" he grins, cupping her face in his hands and adopting a ridiculous southern accent. "You deserve to be kissed and often and by someone who knows how."

"And I suppose you think you're the proper person?"

"I might be....if the right moment ever came."

"What about now, Rhett?"

"Thanks not your line, Scarlett."

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

"That's not your line either."

"Hey, Bravo....shut up and kiss me already."

And he does.

[timetobeaghost]

You mean an awful boyfriend?

Welll, maybe we both.....

I want you to be - you to be happy

..blabla..... Friends!

Of course, I mean if you want to ..., we can do that *cutest smile*

I mean, we're friends

guys I slowed it down hope that helps

[emma-exsanguia]

spent nearly all day and into the nite outside. riding trains n busses. selling the last few thngs i hav tht r of any value 2 anyone else. got a new obama phone at the walmart. it wz a good day. it wz productive. it felt good 2b outside. ppl wer nice 2 me. i helped a guy hook up a trailer thng 4 kids 2 his bike so he cud haul recyclables. strangers smiled at me and said hi. i said hi back. i felt comfy on the bus and ther wer friendly conversations.

thn i got bak home n greeted each of my many housemates as i saw them and not a single one said a word to me.

[coolerdracula]

the girl I dislike wrote her thematic analysis about stranger thngs and how it appeals to “people who age” so I’m doing fine I think

[bluehwale]

SO I was like travelling in bus for my.classes nd im usually a person in public transport who is like quiet minds my own business nd doesnt talk to anyone cuz maybe either om too sleepy or using my phone nd yesterday in saw this guy on my bus he was wearing all black suit nd he had his ear pierced (cuz men over here dont like to pierce their ears cuz its feminine 💀) nd that guy was standing in front of me I was like observing him like I liked men black tuxedo okay cuz they look so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😮‍💨😮‍💨nd I was thinking of completing his outfit nd I was like contemplating whether should I or should I not nd I was get so FUCKING anxious 😭😭 like me who has never complimented a stranger (not even a women is going nd complimenting a MAN ITS A BIG THNG ND IM LITERWLLY MY MIMD EAS SO BUSY DESPITE RUNNING ON 4HRS OF SLEEP) nd ykw im the end I ended up complimenting him nd before my stop I said ur outfit looks really good nd I like ur bag too nd he was literally smiling ear to ear so cite nd before he could say smth my stop came I was literally SCREAMING THE WHOLE WAY UNTIL I FOUND MY SENIOR 😭i jad to pull my my shit together nd talk to him ndi after I finished talking to him I was literally screaming nd sending voice notes to my frnd (hey sending voice notes r a BIG THING nd I never send voice texts unless I cant type.out my thoughts nd to arrange them properly im a text message nd I couldn't call the fuck.down I LEGIT WENT TO RESTROOM ND SCREAMEDDDDDD WELLL im becoming more loose like ND WJEM I COMPLIMENT ITS LIKE I DESCRIBE EVERY ASPECT OF IT ND TELL IT TO PPL ND IT ENDS UP WITH THEM BLUSHING ND I WAS Literally TRYIJG MY BEST NOT TO STUTTER 🥴🥴ND I ENDED UP GWTTING SHT AFTER GIVING THE COMPLIMENT 😭😭😭💀💀LIZ IT WAAS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER ND I TOLD ANT THIS TO 3 OTHER FRNDS ND THEY ALL HAD fucking diverse opinions like 😞😞😞imma cotinue it in the next ask 🥴🥴

olay so I told abt my adventure to 3other frnds one of then whom I told first thought I jad a crush on the gut like a fleeting crush who im never gonna see again (sue was genuinely.confused olay so o said I just liked how he dressed up nd yes black tum 💀🥴🥴im on my knees okay )

another frnd I told (she is the most logical one) she said guys get less compliments than girls nd u just made his day nd said when u get dressed up nd someone acknowledges it u are jiet over the moon nd she was also proud of me for implementing a stranger cuz it takes alot of courage

thw last.frnd I told she said u go on doing this nd make.every guy fall for.u 😭 im like im an over exaggerator who compliments in a very descriptive way nd I cant change it cuz it what it is nd imo descriptive compliments >>>>one line compliments (idk why I prefer it )

anw liz have a good day taake care of urself.ilyyy (2/2)

MISS DIORWOO!!!! IM ALWAYS THE HAPPIEST GIRL WHENEVER I HEAR FROM U <33 (my response is under the cut, u better bUCKLE UP !!)

HI HELLO SORRY IM??? ON THE FLOOR??? ALL BLACK SUIT WITH HIS EARS PIERCED???? PHEW 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 U BETTER SIGN ME UP BCS I ALSO LIKE MEN IN BLACK TUXEDOS rawr (also i’d probably simp for u if i ever see u in a bus BCS U GIVE OFF THE MYSTERIOUS QUIET VIBES😵‍💫sorry oops off topic!! ANYWAYS) SMNDNDNDNS RUNNING ON 4 HOURS OF SLEEP BUT U STILL HAVE UR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT MHM I KNOW THATS RIGHT !!!!

ANNDNDB. FBDBDBSBSJJSJSS KYAAAAAAAAWQAAASSS WHEN U COMPLIMENTRD HIM OMGG FNDNDHDJ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HIM SMILING EAR TO EAR !!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HELLO THIS IS LIKE THE START OF A ROMANCE MOVIE ?????? A SCENE OF THIS (ghibli style) IS LITERALLY PLAYING IN MY HEAD RN I CAN SEE THE VISION OMG AND 😭😭😭 STOPPPPP HE DIDNT GET TO SAY ANTUTHING BEFORE U GOT OFF UR STOP OMGMDNDHDHD IM SO UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH THIS WOULD BE A HOLLYWOOD HIT ISTG 😭😭 also

u: *internally screaming and dy1ng* 🧍‍♀️

ur senior: 😃👋 (HE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT U JUST WENT THRU!!!!!)

ALSO URE RIGHT VOICE NOTES ARE A BIG THING!!! JSNSJSJJSHS I WOULD ALSO DO THAT IF I WERE U BCS MY HANDS WOULD BE SHAKING AND I WOULDNT BE ABLE TO TYPE 😭😭😭 (im hoping no janitors were traumatized in that toilet </3) ALSO YEAH UR COMPLIMENTS ARE SERIOUSLY THE BEST ITS PEAK BCS I BLUSH BEHIND MY SCREEN ALL THE DAMN TIME !!! JWBDJSJSJ

A FLEETING CRUSH WHO U WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN???? PLS DONT BREAK MY HEART NOOOO 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😞😞😞😞😞 (im gonna manifest that u’ll meet him again soon I HAVE MY PRAYER CIRCLE READY !!!!! 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️) honestly,,,,, so relatable i too would get on my knees for any man who dresses well and esp in black (the bar is so low its IN HELL)

NAH BCS IM GONNA GO WITH UR LAST FRIEND BCS IM PRETTY SURE HE FELL IN LOVE WITH U !!!!!! WHEN U COMPLIMENTRD HIM AND UR GAZE MET HIS, THATS WHEN HE KNOWS !!! ITS U !!!! U’RE THE ONE HES BEEN LOOKING FOR (sorry im obv over the mOON THIS IS TOO CUTE) but yeah im also so 🥺🥺proud🥺🥺 of u for complimenting a stranger bcs that takes balls that i dont hv I MEAN IVE NEVER ATTEMPTED TO DO IT BUT IK I WOULD GET 😨😨😨 *sweats* 😨😨😨 AND “hi i just wanna say that i rlly like ur outfi- well would u looK at that cat over there!! aHaHahah” WOULD PROBABLY COME OUT OF MY MOUTH INSTEAD SNBDDNNSNS (i hv 0 rizz) but anyWAYS IT PROBABLY MADE HIS WHOLE DAY AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU’VE BECOME “THE GIRL IN THE BUS” TO ALL HIS FRIENDS BCS HE WOULD FOR SURE TELL EVERYONE THAT HE GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM U </333333 (im suffering thats so cute) U’RE IMMORTALIZED IN HIS HEAD AND IN HIS STORIES !!!!!

i loVE the way u give compliments u’re literally the sweetest and i know hE thinks that too </3 im hoping for another adventure of u meeting that guy OR ANYONE ELSE IN PARTICULAR REALLY BCS EEEEEK THIS MADE MY WHOLE DAY I LOVED THIS SM SNSBDBDNSBNSS 😭😭😭😭

thanku sm for sharing this adventure of urs !!! 🥺🥺🥺 i missed u and i love u and i hope u have a great day as well !!! take care always <333

p.s. I NEED UPDATES IF U EVER SOMEHOW MEET THIS GUY AGAIN👹👹👹👹 UNIVERSE !!!! DO UR THING !!! 👹👹👹👹

hashtag my current mood:

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

DANCE HALL OF BEAUTIFUL RADIANT THNGS

[This is an event that my son hosted in 2014]

Passion and desire mix with propriety and restraint when we create the '20s/'30s dance hall.

Which side will you be on? Will you keep a spot open on your dance card for the comely stranger across the room? Or will you sweep into the arms of a willing taxi dancer, knowing that a dollar a song is all you are to them?

We will teach you to slow dance (something appropriate for any level of dancer) and provide you with a card to arrange your prances for the night. Wallflowers beware: our roving matrons will match you up.

A bevy of Taxi Dancers will also be in attendance. Who, for a dollar a dance, will "teach" you slow dancing for one song. (and feel free to inquire about our 'private classes" behind the screen.)

Doors at 7:30. Arrive early. Start filling your dance card. Music begins promptly at 8:00, with intermissions between songs. Music ends at 11:00. Slow dancing lessons provided throughout the night.

RSVP so others can start filling in your dance card. Tickets are limited.

About the name "Dance Hall of the Beautiful, Radiant Things"; with regards to Emma Goldman - http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Emma_Goldman

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“If I can’t dance I don’t want to be in your revolution” is probably Emma Goldman’s most quoted phrase. And it’s easy to see why. It beautifully captures an anarchist vision of freedom, full of joy and vibrancy. But did Emma Goldman actually speak these words? Alix Kate Shulman explores the origins of this famous anthem of anarchism in her article “Dances with Feminists.” She reveals that it in fact sprung from a passage in Goldman’s 1931 autobiography Living My Life and was later condensed into the quote we see today. The quote still holds as a powerful expression of Goldman’s free spirit, but here are Goldman’s original words, detailing an incident at a dance party:

“At the dances I was one of the most untiring and gayest. One evening a cousin of Sasha [Alexander Berkman], a young boy, took me aside. With a grave face, as if he were about to announce the death of a dear comrade, he whispered to me that it did not behoove an agitator to dance. Certainly not with such reckless abandon, anyway. It was undignified for one who was on the way to become a force in the anarchist movement. My frivolity would only hurt the Cause.

I grew furious at the impudent interference of the boy. I told him to mind his own business, I was tired of having the Cause constantly thrown into my face. I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from conventions and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement should not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it. "I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody’s right to beautiful, radiant things.” Anarchism meant that to me, and I would live it in spite of the whole world–prisons, persecution, everything. Yes, even in spite of the condemnation of my own comrades I would live my beautiful ideal.” 

[Living My Life (New York: Knopf, 1934), p. 56]

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[humanmutate]

tbh. want to rewarch stranger thngs

[merchantfan]

part of the genius of reading things in their original hebrew though is there's wordplay and even possible puns we're missing out on in the translation. There are a lot of poems that are basically acrostics that go in alphabetical order and that element isn't translated.

on an unrelated note, it's even stranger that modern Hebrew doesn't have vowels. They even made vowels you can use, but then in practice they 99% don't use them. Why?!? Y cld prbly d th sm thng n nglsh bt wy?

thinking about the strangeness of biblical hebrew. no vowels, for centuries. no pointing, no indication of who is speaking when. no reverential capitalization. thinking about how we read gen 4:10 as "and god said [to cain], 'what have you done?'" but just as easily, the passage could be: "and cain said [to god], 'what have you done?'" both translations work. both translations fit as much as they don't. and so we don't have to pick which we like; we don't have to insist that either god or cain is being blamed for the death of a brother. both can be at fault, bloody fingers pointing at one another, two mouths agape in horror

[redriot]

Going through my likes to fill up my queue, trying to tag stranger things after three drinks like

Strangest things

Strangest thingers

Stranging thers

Strangirst thngs

Stranrg things