Following my last ST post, where Eddie is Holly's imaginary friend... I thought of something else. What if Eddie gets UD powers? 👀
More spoilers down below:
When the demogorgon goes to attack the Wheelers, Eddie feels hopeless and struggles with seeing her so terrified. Something primal fills him, and he feels himself start tearing through from the UD into their world. As he rips through a portal, it unveils that it's not fully him, but a giant bat monster hybrid. He flies out of the portal and tackles the demogorgon, releasing Holly as she runs to find her mom. A fight ensues, it goes after Holly, Eddie runs behind it, Holly and Karen hide, and chaos ensues inside the Wheeler home.
Ted still finds them and smacks the demogorgon, causing a distraction and allowing Eddie to finally kill it. Everyone's confused as shit, but Holly tells her parents that the giant bat monster is actually her friend (they don't believe her lol).
Nancy and El get to the house and do some damage control, so they take her parents to the radio station to fill them in on everything that's happened... plus now they have monster Eddie to worry about. Whether he's permanently back in Hawkins or can only be outside the UD as a bat monster is still up for debate, but either scenario would still be cool.
Just imagining Holly having a massive bat monster hybrid as her protector sounds so fucking cool.
The way I thought Holly's imaginary friend was gonna be Eddie. I'm way too delusional for my own good 😔
a bit of spoilers below:
Just hear me out. Eddie's able to project himself, but the only person that can see him is Wheeler's little sister. He tries not to freak her out, but luckily, she recognizes the shirt he's wearing and knows he must be one of Mike's friends. He convinces her not to say anything just because he doesn't want to distract the others from defeating Vecna + the military have kept a strict eye on who goes to the UD, so body retrieval wouldn't be possible -- plus Holly loves his stories and wants him to stick around anyway.
One day, they're talking, and she brings up another imaginary friend of hers. He thinks that's weird; he hasn't seen her talk to anyone else, and asks her who this other friend is. That's where she says it's a nice man named Henry who wants to take her somewhere safe from the monsters. Eddie nearly jumps at the revelation and knows he can't wait anymore and needs Holly to tell someone from the group about who she can see.
So now Eddie knows Vecna is trying to collect kids for some weird plan, so he sticks with her so he can protect her/also keep in touch with what everyone's doing + be their eyes back in the UD.
Maybe he can talk to Max. Maybe Holly doesn't get taken (or maybe she still does). Maybe Steve and Dustin will resolve their bickering faster. And of course, there will be a lot of yearning between Steve and Eddie as they race toward saving Hawkins and getting to say what they've wanted to before they got separated.
Sigh... if only I had time, I'd write this as a fic 😔
I read a Reddit comment talking about how they interpreted the lyrics to mean that "anyone who has a vice or struggles with depression/anxiety can really relate to it. Having that feeling, that entire way of life come scratching at the door waiting for you to peek and snatch you away again. And also the paradoxical feeling of wanting that all back still knowing the hell that it was. It feeling like an old safe space for you to indulge in all your feelings and finally have some release. It's a powerful song."
Jack's starting med school, and Robby's a seasoned doctor turned professor after Adamson's death during covid.
Like I said, @abbotcoded's medstudent!Jack and Professor!Robby AU has had me in a chokehold all weekend. Still working on that fic btw, but I made an edit to fit the vibe below.
Jack wakes up to a loud noise followed by some cursing. He’s instantly aware that he’s not in his dorm, that he’s in the bed of the guy he slept with last night and that he’s late to his first day of his second year of med school
the man has dressing pants and an open shirt on and Jack would’ve lingered on the view if he hadn’t seen the hour on the nightstand clock that marked he had to be at school in twenty minutes
the man apologizes, says he’s late for work and that he swears he usually doesn’t throw his hook ups out like that in the morning. Jack doesn’t give a shit, he’s fighting with his jeans to get them on and to rush the fuck out to get to class on time, backpack-less and looking like he’d partied all night long but at least he’d showed up
his friends all laugh at him when they see the state he’s in and he thanks whoever is up in the sky for the fact that the teacher is even more tardy than Jack, all his classmates had been hyping up Professor Robinavitch since they’d heard so many good things about him from past students and how lucky they were the man had chosen their class so Jack definitely didn’t want to miss it or be late and give the man a bad impression the first day
the chatter quiets when the door to the classroom opens and Jack is mid sip of his friends coffee when Professor Robinavitch walks in
his throat works hard around the liquid as his eyes follow the man’s movements, who has already launched into a presentation monologue, looking impeccable and put together, like he hadn’t been running around his apartment twenty five minutes before, like he hadn’t been at a club the previous night, like he hadn’t fucked Jack stupid into the mattress a couple hours ago
Jack sinks into his chair, trying to find a way to hide but he can’t, and unless he runs out of the class he has no other option than to sit very still and pray the man doesn’t look his way
he notices the slight limp the man has and Jack thinks about the paperweight he’d dropped on top of his foot earlier, the man introduces himself as Michael and Jack tries really hard to think of the name the man had used the previous night, he’s sure it wasn’t Michael, that it was something like Rob, but he can’t really remember it
twenty or so minutes pass, Michael introduces his class, Jack doesn’t feel as on edge anymore, thinks he can make it through the hour and is already planning how he’s going to study the class by himself since he is definitely not attending Michael’s classes. That is until Michael makes a pause to search something up on the computer and as the projector turns on his eyes scan the whole class and the color basically drains from his face when they land on Jack
the man quickly looks away, clears his throat and launches back into his monologue, not looking even near the general direction Jack is sat at for the rest of the hour
I finally updated my fic after two years and I'm scared of doing something like that again 🥲
But I'm finally picking it back up, it's my longest fic to date. I definitely need to workshop the rest of it. I even uploaded a pretty hefty chapter (~7k words)
I need more fanfictions or just discussions on how long ago Frank hurt his back. Was it only a couple of months ago? Was it years ago? We may find out more details during season 2, but since we are a good amount of months away from season 2 airing, what are your current thoughts and theories?
It's been stated somewhere by Patrick Ball (Frank's actor) that he hurt his back while helping his parents move out/move around boxes of stuff. He hurts his back when he picks up one of the boxes incorrectly.
In the fic I'm writing, Frank got in a car accident when he was 18-20ish and had PT to help with it. Then, at the end of his third year of residency/beginning of fourth, he hurts his back again, but the pain comes back even worse, which causes him to divert the opioids.
trans!robby who figures it out during his second year of med school but has a really hard time finding a name that suits him and doesn't want to be constantly telling classmates and professors new names.
robby who ends up crying curled up in jack's chest late one night after a draining afternoon working on a group project where everyone kept calling him by the wrong name. and he knows they don't know, and he knows it's his fault, and he knows he doesn't really have a name right now, but it's hard and it hurts and he wants it to stop.
jack whose heart breaks while he holds robby together. so he thinks and he thinks and he thinks. and he comes up with robby, because it's easy, it holds no connection to his deadname, it requires little justification and he can keep using it long after he settles on his new name.
jack who comes with him to get a new haircut the next morning.
jack who has a hand on his shoulder while he tells their friends.
jack who goes with robby to talk to all his professors and help explain.
jack who calls him robby every chance he gets and encourages everyone else to do the same.
jack who helps him try out new names and is always coming up with new ideas.
jack who starts using mike and robby interchangeably when robby finally settles on his name because robby says both are him.
So, uh... yeah, this kind of got out of hand. Wrote this based on @abbotcoded's post about Jack sitting on Robby's lap bc his seat got taken while he was ordering drinks. Enjoy :)
Jack Abbot x Michael Robinavitch || 3.1k
The sound of casual conversation is what hits Jack first the moment he steps through the doors of the bar. He watches as the warm accent lights of the barcounter make the atmosphere glow compared to the brightly lit streets of Pittsburgh.
“So why are we spending more time with our co-workers rather than going home and catching up on some sleep?” Robby asks him as he keeps a step’s distance from the group in front of them.
Jack follows closely behind Robby as they make their way through the bar to their usual spot in the corner. They try not to make it a habit and stick to having a beer at the park, but sometimes, after a particularly rough or tiring shift, they just need to be around people who aren’t hacking a lung, shouting in pain, or aren’t lying for hours on their ER beds. He shrugs at Robby’s question, not really caring about what he does on his rare night off.
“I know I sure as hell won’t get any sleep if I don’t get a drink in me,” he responds in kind, then stops when he realizes how it came out. “And no, I don’t need to talk to my therapist about that, it was a joke.”
Robby hums amusedly, following Cassie as they weave through the tables littered throughout the floor. The others ahead of them are already bickering, going through the menu they’ve memorized and being indecisive on what to order.
Jack leans forward, placing a hand on Robby’s shoulder to keep him from moving any further so he can hear him over the boisterous clientele and music playing through the speakers. Robby stops and leans in closer, the others continue walking to their booth without a care.
“I’m gonna grab a beer from the bar since it looks like it’ll take a while for the litter to order what they want,” he says, lips just barely brushing against the other man’s ear. “Want me to grab you one?”
Robby nods. “Please.”
“From the tap to get you started?”
“You know it. I’ll save you a seat.”
Jack gives him a thumbs up and promptly turns toward the bartop already lined with patrons. He gives the bartender, Carlos, and the guy he’s talking to a minute to notice him before he flags him down with a socially acceptable smile and orders his and Robby’s drinks.
“Should I send the cavalry over, or are your children going to behave tonight?”
The glasses thump dully onto the bartop as he passes them toward Jack.
“I warned them I’ll keep a spray bottle on me the next time they order more than they can handle.” He chuckles as he grabs the glasses and raises them in thanks. “Is George working tonight?”
“Nah, he called in because his little girl’s sick, but I’ll send Deliah over to get their orders in five minutes.”
“Mm, you’re giving them too much credit if you think they’ll be settled and know what they want in five.”
Carlos shakes his head and starts filling up a glass of craft for another customer.
“Yinz better shut up and get to making a list. Now go and take care of your kids and get him his drink," he teases him with a knowing grin. "Looks like your boyfriend's just about ready to come up here and grab it himself.”
Jack turns and sees Robby looking in his direction from the table all the way in the corner. It might not be incredibly bright inside the bar, but it’s lit enough to let him know where those chocolate eyes land: square on Jack.
“Robby’s not my boyfriend, Carlos,” he says as he turns around to give him his attention. “Besides, he can wait if he wants his drink, he should’ve come and ordered them himself.”
“Seriously? You could’ve had me fooled.” Carlos strategically drapes a handtowel over his shoulder. “And I wasn’t talking about the beer.”
Jack opens his mouth to say something, but no retort comes out, which only prompts Carlos to wiggle his eyebrows and seal the deal with a wink. He knows better than to keep Robby waiting, so he settles him with a glare and leaves the bar space. He makes his way over to the booth with the newly acquired beers in hand. However, as he gets closer to the table, he slowly comes to realize that, while he was chatting it up with the incredibly astute bartender, a couple of others had trickled in to join their little armada.
The group’s already settled at the large corner booth they always flock to, filling the middle out as they slide in. They have a habit: Robby slides in after the others and always leaves Jack with a spot at the end for easy access. This time, it appears they might have overshot just how many of them actually showed up.
Jack shares a look with Robby once he’s at the table’s edge, cocking his head at the new faces that just joined them: the first year intern and med student he has on loan from day shift.
“What happened to saving me a seat?”
Robby has the absolute gall to look up and give him a sheepish smile.
“I got distracted.”
Carlos’ words echo in his mind, and Jack has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from teasing Robby into oblivion about what could’ve possibly distracted him. Instead, he opts to tease the med student sitting opposite Robby. They’re always easy bait.
“Kids these days,” he jokingly heckles at them, shaking his head to express his disappointment. “No respect for the disabled.”
He receives nothing but pointed stares, maybe a few scoffs and ‘uh-huh’s from the older people in the group, which, rude. However, his tone must not have come off as what he hoped for — too dry, perhaps — because Whitaker stammers, clambering to give him the seat.
Jack preens with the fact that he’s still able to make the med students scramble, but he ultimately decides to stop the kid and tell him that he’ll let it slide… this time. Besides, he can’t let the kid know he has a soft spot for newbies this early into the rotation. He looks around and spots an empty chair at a nearby table, he’s sure he can tolerate one of the bar’s chairs for the night.
Robby huffs, as if having read his mind, and shakes his head tiredly. “Just shut up and get over here.”
He must be truly tired of Jack’s antics because next thing he knows, Jack feels an arm wrap around his waist before he’s fluidly pulled down onto his lap. He has just enough time to move his arms with the movement, careful so as not to spill the drinks on either of them. Robby fixes him with a ‘you’re not gonna complain about this too, are you?’ look.
His thighs are soft yet firm, flexing a bit as they accommodate for the additional weight, and Jack finds that he doesn’t mind the upgrade (much better than a bar chair) so he bites his tongue and laughs.
He waits a moment for Robby to pat his knee, or some other gesture to tell him he can get up, and go bring over the empty chair before someone else takes it. However, when Robby makes no sign that he wants him to get off his lap, Jack gives him a mild-mannered stare, contemplating whether to comment on their newfound predicament or to roll with it. There’s nothing wrong with it, or at least he decides that he finds nothing wrong — they’re two grown men, afterall — and sets one of the bottles in front of Robby without so much as an indifferent shrug.
Robby takes it, mumbling a soft “thank you” before taking a sip. Jack raises his in a quiet toast and downs half of it, hoping to nurse the rest of it until the others finally decide on what they’re gonna order.
No one says anything about Jack’s impromptu seat arrangement, at least no one says anything explicitly. He notices a few questioning looks and quirked brows, but they remain just that; no lingering stares, no questions, just how he likes it. Whitaker slinks back into his seat.
“You can keep the seat, but you’re Jack’s waterboy now, alright?” Robby says as he sets his drink down.
Whitaker nods jerkily. “Yeah, okay.”
“He’s just joking, Dennis,” Heather amends.
“Oh, he’s not joking,” Jack and Frank say at the same time, earning a few laughs from those around the table, even Robby.
“You take the poor veteran’s seat, you get him his drinks,” Jack says, adding a wink in there and mouthing a quick ‘you don’t’ to let him know it’s all in good fun.
Whitaker visibly calms down and slips back into the side conversation Santos is having with Princess. Although they’re speaking in Tagalog, it looks as though he has a general understanding of what they’re talking about… for the most part.
Soon enough, Carlos makes good on his promise, and Deliah approaches the table about seven minutes after their conversation to take their orders down. After much discourse, it appears they had, in fact, managed to figure out what they wanted for their first round of drinks for the night.
Three rounds down, and it’s safe to say that everything goes smoothly for their group. Well, except for the few times they have to shimmy out of the booth to go take a leak, even Jack himself had to get up from the comfort of Robby’s lap. Yet, when he came back, he was swiftly welcomed back with an arm around his waist and a cool ring of condensation from where Robby would rest the bottle against his dusty green cargo-covered thigh.
Jack doesn’t fully pay attention to any one conversation, just acknowledges that their one big group has fractured into factions. He tunes them out and soaks in the backdrop, monotonous chatter, centering himself in the white noise of human patterns and simple conversation. He tries not to take it for granted, like most nights.
It’s the little things he enjoys.
His eyes flit down to watch Robby, who’s deep in conversation with Cassie about how music isn’t made like it used to. They toss a few names Jack’s well acquainted with, and he quietly agrees with their growing list of vocally talented artists. Then John butts in.
“All these people you’re naming… way to date yourself there, old man.”
Jack wants to counter him in defense of Robby’s points and even introduce his own list since there are no Stevie Nicks or Dolores O'Riordan in this newer generation’s music. He and Robby aren’t that different in age; he’s younger by a couple of years, actually — but the soothing, repetitive motion of Robby’s circling thumb on his hip keeps him from taking the bait.
“It’s the honest truth,” Robby states simply.
Jack turns to study him, brow furrowed to question his wandering finger, but his intent goes unnoticed when Robby looks up at him, brows raised in question and utterly ignorant of what Jack’s look is about. The corners of his lips turn upward, and the slants of his eyes soften as he smiles in the only way that can get him to melt. Jack smiles back and finds it amusing how seemingly unaware the other man is, rubbing soft circles into his hip.
“Everything okay?”
Jack knows he’s sure as hell not pointing the gesture out to him if keeping him ignorant means Robby’ll keep touching him there, so he nods and takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of drowning the feeling. They both return to the conversation.
“Oh, and who would you say are the greatests of all time?” John asks as he turns to look at them (mostly Robby).
“For starters, Freddie Mercury, Etta James, Elton John… I could go on, really.”
John says nothing in response other than giving a blank stare.
“C’mon, y’know him. Elton John?” he says, growing increasingly skeptical. “You guys even share a name.”
John furrows his brows. “Who?”
Robby leans forward, hooting in disbelief. Jack tumbles forward slightly, but Robby’s hand slips forward to his abdomen to steady him at the motion. He makes no move to acknowledge the hand placement, and Jack finds himself pinned against the table’s smooth edge and Robby’s chest.
“Oh, you did not just ask who Elton John is,” Robby scoffs. “Youth these days. Unbelievable.”
John laughs. “Of course, I know who Elton John is. He’s the one who sings that one song on TikTok, right? Yellow Brick Road or something.”
That earns him a groan from most of the older hospital staff around the table. Parker is struggling to keep it together as she hides a cackle behind her hand, Cassie nearly spits her drink, and Princess just shakes her head in disappointment. Robby doesn’t hide his own disappointment as he rests his forehead on Jack’s shoulder, curling around him as his hair tickles the exposed parts of Jack’s neck. He relishes the feeling.
“C’mon, I’m pulling at your guys’ leg,” he says between laughs. “Of course I know Elton John, Parker here would’ve kicked me out of the apartment if I didn’t.”
She raises her drink. “You’re damn right. You can’t be straight and uncultured in my apartment.”
John starts talking about something else, and the group breaks off into yet another topic of conversation, but Jack’s mind wanders off not for the first time that night. For a moment, Jack’s grateful he’s the one sitting on Robby’s lap rather than the other way around. Not that they’d find themselves in that situation anyway, Robby would squash him… like he’s doing now, actually.
“Michael,” he says quietly enough for no one else to pick up on it; too buzzed and entertained on the newest flitting topic at hand. “You’re pinning me, man. Let a brother breathe.”
Robby makes a noise of surprise, eyes darting down to his mouth so fast Jack questions if he might’ve imagined it.
“Sorry,” he whispers, his breath fanning his ear as he leans away from the table to unpin Jack.
And of course, Jack’s body follows his regardless, craving his warmth and stability as he straightens against the booth. Robby’s hand slips away from his stomach to rest against his hip once more, placated and unmoving.
No one notices.
They stay at the bar for roughly an hour before people start to slowly trickle away as the late night approaches. Not many are left, only the younger residents and med students who somehow still have energy in them. Jack can feel how tired Robby is the more touchy he gets: his arms loop further around his waist as he engulfs Jack from behind; temple pressed against the nape of his neck; eyes slowly trailing from one speaker to the next. He’s even humming whatever’s on the bar’s speakers; nothing remotely good, but it’s poppy and catchy enough to get a hold of the chorus.
Robby doesn’t need to say anything for Jack to pick up on it, and softly nudges him after downing the last of his drink.
“Okay, I think we’re gonna call it a night,” he announces to the remainder of the group.
Parker juts her bottom lip. “Aw, so soon?”
“Yeah, we sane people need something called sleep,” Robby emphasizes with finger quotes as Jack slides off his lap. “Not sure if you’ve heard it, but it does wonders for the fatigued brain.”
Robby follows him up soon after, trailing close behind him, similarly to while they were still seated. He hands Jack his jacket before shrugging on his long forgotten zip-up to prepare for the crisp wind waiting for them outside.
“Sure, sure.” Parker takes a languid sip of her incredibly colorful drink, eyes studying their every move. “Goodnight, you old geezers.”
Jack worries he’s gonna have to purposefully dodge Parker’s attempts at conversation the next time they’re both on shift. He’s sure as hell not ready to get bombarded with any implication of him and Robby any time soon.
Jack doesn’t even look back as he waves them away, he just gives them a toneless, “Har har,” then walks toward the exit, Robby in tow as he tiredly wishes them a goodnight.
“Don’t forget to take your dentures out before going to sleep!” John shouts just before they’re too far out of earshot.
As soon as they’re out the door, the music and chatter muffle behind them, and Jack breathes in the outside air. They didn’t drink much, but the chill autumn air is definitely sobering.
“My place?”
Robby nods.
The two of them walk side to side, their arms brushing against each other as they make their way back to Jack’s apartment. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from the bar anyway, and Jack doesn’t mind the company. Not at all.
Robby instigates mindless chatter that dies as soon as it is made. It’s all in favor of Jack, who tends to implode when neither of them is speaking, but he’s taken a liking to Robby’s approach of sharing silence. They tend to learn from one another like that, trying out things the other would appreciate.
It’s not long before they’re climbing up the stairs to the front of Jack’s place.
“Want to come in?”
At this point in the exchange, the question is more foreplay than it is an actual invitation. It’s routine: go out for drinks, crash at each other’s places, wake up clothed in each other’s beds, get ready for work, and repeat the next time they have shared nights off.
At Robby’s hesitation, Jack bumps his shoulder against his and shares a soft smile under the soft light of his front porch.
“C’mon, you can crash on the couch like old times. You have the day off anyway. No need to get up at the ass crack of dawn.”
Who is he trying to kid? There’s been something different kindling between them, something that’s alway been there since the old times. Something both of them are trying not to crack open out of fear of not being able to put it out if there’s a chance they’re wrong.
Robby exhales from his nose. “I’m afraid I’m a little too old for old times.”
Like you would do with kindling for a fire, Jack throws in the first match.
“That’s why I got a topper for the mattress, now come on.”
He gives him no out once he pulls the keys out of his pocket, the cloth still damp from where the condensation from the bottle spread.
They're in Vegas bc they have to attend a conference there. Once they're done for the evening, they hit the casinos/bars and get blacked out drunk. They wake up in their room hung over as shit, with paper rings on their hands (Jack gets pretty crafty when drunk, he uses any paper around him to do origami), and a marriage certificate. They can't believe they got married on a random *insert day of the week*. They laugh it off, and after talking, they agree to just stay married...
Then Robby notices the tender spot just below his shoulder and finds that he has a tattoo of a simple rabbit with flowers (maybe Jack has a matching tattoo on the other shoulder). When and how they managed to get one on the same night of getting married, Robby will never know lol
Langdon being in his early thirties in the show must mean he was a young teen when MCR's The Black Parade first came out and I can't get that fact out of my head.
I was watching HBO's The Pitt the other night and thought that they looked similar... so naturally I headcanoned them as brothers bc my brain just works like that :p
Xavier Baxter (School Spirits) & Frank Langdon (The Pitt)
LIKE LOOK AT THEM
Frank grew to despise his dad and while studying medicine, left that state to get away from him (sadly leaving his younger brother back home to deal with his shit). Langdon left their Wisconsin town to practice medicine in Pittsburgh, where he invites Xavier over the summer so they can hang out. They both have their own set of problems... and I love them for that lmao
If y'all like medical dramas without the doctors and nurses having quickies in the break room every goddamn episode, check out The Pitt! It's fucking awesome :)))
i have so much respect for mr. anderson. i absolutely love his character
there’s so much focus in media on all the ways a teacher can be bad. in the reveal of an authority figure being untrustworthy. in someone taking advantage of the power dynamic between a teacher and student
and i get that it can make for a really interesting storyline- obviously because it’s worked so well with mr. martin- but mr. anderson is such a nice change
especially in season 2, he is such a great example of all the ways a teacher can be good. teachers are some of the most important people in a kid’s life. they can have some of the biggest impacts- for worse, sure, but also for better.
mr. anderson became a teacher for all the right reasons. he cares about his students. we see it in a more personal way with maddie, but it’s even evident in the way he interacts with these ghost kids he just met.
we all know mr. martin was in the wrong, that he is the bad guy in this. we know it, and the students know it. but it’s different- for the students especially- hearing someone say it? hearing an adult say it?
you can hear it in in mr. anderson’s voice- what mr. martin did, hurting his students like he did, it would never cross mr. anderson’s mind. and his first instinct is to protect the kids, to tell mr. martin just how ashamed he should be
idk it’s just so refreshing to see an authority figure who really is good. who really does care and isn’t afraid to call a bad teacher out. even when kids are in high school- they’re still kids. they still rely on adults to keep them safe
god, i love the contrast we got between Martin and Anderson in the show; their roles as teachers, their messy antagonistic roles throughout the seasons, and just the way Mr. Martin could've done things differently... but he did what he did and fucked up astronomically bad. Then he gets called out by someone of equal authority! Which is AMAZING.
Obviously, the ghost kids can tell him all the ways he messed up by betraying them, using them for experiments, etc. but the real dig at him can only be done by someone who's gone through rough shit like him and is still able to say that he would've never done what he did to his students. To hear his actions be said by a voice of authority and maturity.
Honestly, I would've enjoyed seeing more interactions between the two. Stick 'em in a room with comfy couches, snacks, and drinks, and let them just talk shit out (maybe definitely let Anderson rock Martin's shit). They both need someone to talk to and an ear that listens. plus, Martin could've finally interacted with someone his age rather than depend on his 15 y/o student for the last sixty years or so.
SIMON IS TRAPPED WITH MR. MARTIN -- or at the very least have interacted with each other. We have yet to know if he'll only be stuck in the scars or if he can leave them and interact with the other ghosts.
Maddie's back in her body and Xavier can still see ghosts?? Apparently, he can only see the ghosts in the hospital (or at least only see her dad). Which makes me wonder if Maddie will be able to see the ghost gang when she goes back to school.
Jeez, this season finale is giving me a lot of fanfic material...
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