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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost YELLOWJACKETS SEASON 3 APPRECIATION WEEK Day 06. Poem Association
me opening this app and seeing people interacting with my it fanfiction again
Richie: When i go to jail i'm changing my name to mitochondria, because mi-
Stan: Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, yeah we get it.
Bev, tearing up: That's fucking genius.
Eddie: So is no one gonna bring up the fact he said 'when' instead of ‘if’
Oh but how William Byers loved Michael Wheeler. He loved the way Mike spoke his words, the way they left his mouth before he realized. Mike’s mouth was grand too, big coscade lips, so very pretty. Cheekbones that stretched for days, just like his legs. And soft, soft curls, bending away and sprouting out.
Mike was always sprouting out in away. Venturing the world, crossing its forests and rivers in his mind and in his ways. Will loved the way Mike led the way, taking Will’s hand and running the both of them off, so fast that neither of them could breathe, choking on their own laughter.
Will loved the way Mike was both the lost and the found at once. Will loved the way Mike told his jokes, and how red he got when he was jealous. Will loved the remarks Mike had at the top of his head. Will loved Mike’s sass and salt. Will loved Mike. Will loves Mike.
Will really loves Mike.
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That was the best thing I have ever experienced
bill’s bulletin board???
roombas horrify me.
he’s comin
STOP
he’s here
FUCK
max isn’t stupid (byler)
Max wasn’t stupid.
She was a lot of things. A redhead. A fifteen year old. A boss ass bitch. But she wasn’t stupid. Or dumb. Or Stupid.
You know two people who are?
William Byers and Michael Wheeler.
Max had nothing against the two, infact, they were two of her closest friends. Will was sweet and soft and kind, and sometimes she just wanted to wrap him up in a blanket with milk and cookies. Will was also insanely strong, and brave. He kind of reminded her of Neville Longbottom. Mike, well Max and him didn’t really get along at first, but it developed from a rocky friendship to a beloved one. Mike was salty and cool, and loyal. He also took no shit, and was a big nerd.
So yeah, they were awesome. But also real fucking stupid.
They’d been pining over each other for what, two years? But then again, that’s just how long Max had known the two. The pair had met in pre-school, so who knows when the crushes developed. The two were whipped, and they couldn’t see a mutual opposite. Stupid.
She wanted them to come together on there own terms, but oh. Come on. It was taking too long, and they would never do anything. It’s time for an intervention.
byeler accidentally holding hands? oh you BETCHA
Mike always really liked Will’s hands. His nails were always short because Will could never stop biting them, not for the life of him. Sometimes he put on nail polish, which he got from Nancy, and Mike doesn’t really care for nail polish too much but Will loves doing it for Mike, so Mike lets him do it. Mike’s hands always end up perfected because Will’s hands are steady, but whenever Mike tries to do it for Will, it gets all messy and all over. Will still lets Mike do it though.
But he had small hands, and always wore cocoa hand lotion so they smelt nice and were always really soft. There’s two freckles running down Will’s left wrist, and in between Will’s right pointer finger and thumb and a thin scar from when Will was a baby and messed around with Jonathan’s carving knives. But oh, how achingly soft.
Mike could imagine holding them. Not that he thought about it, the thought just crossed his mind time from time. Would Will like holding on tightly, as if he was near falling off a cliff, or would Will have a soft grip, fingers lightly intertwined in a grazing touch. Mike wondered, and for curiosity sake, wanted to find out. Just curiosity.
Okay but consider Stranger Things season two in Max’s perspective. Moving to a shit town, forcibly, leaving all you’ve ever known to get stuck in Fucksville, USA. Getting stuck with an older brother and abusive father. And the only places to get away being school and the arcade. And then these creepo guys start falling you around, one of them having the audacity to pull out a pair of binoculars, like what he’s Diego The Explorer?
And then, hey they actually start acting pretty cool. Will, the short one is really nice and sweet, and for a while he wouldn’t say much to you. But then he starts talking a bit more, and you realize he’s just shy. Mike, you realize doesn’t like you, but it’s alright, because maybe he’s like Will and will come around soon. Probably. Maybe. Dustin’s great, he talks a lot and is really funny. And Lucas, hey maybe he even likes you. Like likes you. He’s nervous and excited and fumbles over his words but he’s cool. Really cool. He’s totally tubular.
But sometimes they’re all huddled up, and keep secrets. And at first you think, maybe they don’t trust you yet. You haven’t been friends that long. Whatever. But then it happens again. And again, and again, and again. Is it because you’re a girl? But Elle, she was a girl. Who is she anyway? Maybe it’s not because you’re a girl. Maybe it’s because you’re you. And then things aren’t pretty cool.
And you know what? You’re sick of it. All of it. And you confront them, and you’re done. But then it’s hell at home, and awkward and lonely and school, and the party is always, always, at the arcade.
And then Lucas finally says he’s gonna explain. And, you let hope surge through you again. Lucas always was your favorite anyway. But, telekinesis? The Upside Down? What does he think you’re stupid?
Maybe you are stupid, thinking things would be okay again. They’re not. They’re really not.
parallel (byler)
It was parallel to all the movies in a way, wasn’t it?
In the movies, you fall in love slowly.
It’s smiling more and you fall in love with each thing at once. The way they smile, or mutter comments under their breath. The way they dig their thumb into the side of their pointer finger when they try not to get mad.
Or the way they shoot up when they remember something, eyes glowing when they agree.
But for Will it wasn’t this gradual fall. It came all at once, like this flicker of a light.
Late, late, at night. Where the aura’s dead, and it’s dark enough to fall out.
Where everyone in Hawkins must have been asleep, even the midnight workers down at the convenience stores past Deckner.
But no, not Mike Wheeler. Or Will Byers. They were up at two am, at a sleepover working through the same routine they have since they were six.
Search through Netflix to find a new movie, but ending up watching the same episodes of Parks and Recreation they always do. Shoving their faces with food, then laying through the stomach aches on Will’s couch.
Then, when Joyce comes from her room telling them that they should get to sleep, they go back to Will’s room and whisper through the rest of the night while Jonathan sneaks them snacks until he goes to sleep.
The lights off, so Will can’t see anything except for the trace of moonlight coming through the window and laying on Mike, emblazing as if an angel.
A thought sneaks past Will. He looks gorgeous. And the eye contact Will has with Mike as Mike goes on about god knows what at this point, has fallen to Mike’s pink nicotine lips.
And they stay there, for far too long.
“Will. Will?” Mike asks, as Will pops back up to life so springy he nearly falls of the bed.
“Are you good? Dude you were out for a while.” Mike asks, a laugh barely slipping out his lips, although concern still present in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. What were you saying?”
Mike shakes his head a little, but continues his cute little rant, and Will laughs at how Mike glows up at some parts, and Will sort of falls in love with that for a little while.
Well, fuck.
Stan Uris, who would die 27 years later with his arms slashed in a bathtub, got up to his knees, then feet, then ran.
He was going to kill us all.
punk reddie moodboard
Jack [Grazer] and I put nutella all over his hair, and it got into his ear. I didn’t put it into his ear! I swear!
this is such an iconic chosen moment
the sides of richie tozier
The kids at school didn’t know as much as they think they did about Richard Thomas Tozier. A lot of people thought he was funny, and a lot hated him. He would never shut up, and appeared to have no volume control, could never be serious, and seemed to have a need for attention.But to the Loser’s Club, he was everything he was not. It doesn’t make sense, but there a billion Richard Tozier’s.
There’s the one you see at school, who get’s detention so often he has a reserved seat, who knows every dirty joke known to man kind, with mucked up glasses held up by tape, and the worst possible fashion choices.
There’s the one that has an extra inhaler in the back of his backpack kept for Eddie, the one who seems to not be cold at all when his friends are, and can always lend them a sweater. There’s the one who knew each and every one of Eddie’s so called “allergies” and sicknesses". Who can recite every single word Stan did at his bar mitzvah because he let Stan practice with him a billion times.
There’s also the one that keeps a baseball bat next to his bed, and can’t sleep at night without wearing one of the loser club’s hoodies. The one that hates attending parties because it’s almost guaranteed that balloon’s will be hung. The one that can always finds routes with sidewalks without sewers, even if the street crossings adds an extra ten minutes.
Don’t listen to what he says. That kid is not alright.
and the way you cut your hair (ten things i hate about you chapter two/byler)
Summary of Fanfic: Ten Things I “Hate” About You Summary of Chapter: They all go the arcade, and Will starts liking Mike. Word Count: 820 A/N: none.