Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
Roger, it’s not for me - it’s for my friends — please bring good luck to the folks that I follow on here, they need it far more than I do. Thank you. :)
✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.
✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.
✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.
✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.
✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.
✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.
✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.
✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.
✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.
✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.
Steve comes out as bi and Dustin’s like ‘perfect’ and immediately reaches out to his favorite musician. He messages Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin on every platform he exists on like, “I see that you only date losers. Let me introduce you to Steve. Here is a picture.”
Eddie doesn’t respond to Dustin fast enough so he messages his second favorite member of Corroded Coffin like, “What’s up, Gareth? I see that you’re dating NO ONE. Consider this *picture of Steve.*”
“P.S. I know you’re online. You just posted. Please respond.”
You can also TEXT "START" to 678-678 or go to their website! There are 700+ of you following me. You don't need to be from the US to reblog this. Reblog.
my balcony blocks my view of the playground, but I heard one child yell "I FOUND A FROG" with a great deal of excitement and now there is screaming, so I'm filling in some blanks
situational update: a little girl screamed "LEAVE HIM ALONE" and now there's noises that sound suspiciously like a child getting wailed on by a wiffle ball bat
bat has been returned under the promise of not deploying it once more against brothers. the pause and "but tell him to leave the frog alone" tells me it will likely come back into play shortly.
as expected, frog was bothered again and frog warrior took up her weapon once more. all children are being collected to leave on charges of acting "like y'all have NO sense"
personally I stand with frog defender on this issue
Steve and Eddie constantly encounter each other over the years in series of increasingly odd meet-awkwards.
Like Eddie goes to climb into a window at a party at the same time Steve goes to climb out of it and they do one of those silent shuffle dances until Eddie dramatically backs away bowing, while Steve rolls his eyes and goes first.
Steve tries to return the library book he checked out just to impress Nancy, but on the other side of the drop box, Eddie is "helping" the library TA, Jeff. When Steve pushes the book through, Eddie grabs it from his side. Steve thinks the book’s stuck and starts tugging, leading to a brief tug-of-war, until Eddie yanks and wins.
A moment later, a hand pokes out of the slot with a middle finger raised.
(Steve rolls his eyes at that one too.)
5:30am Steve is sneaking out of some girl's house and across the street Eddie is stealing the mayor's lawn gnomes. Steve raises his eyebrows. Eddie points to the house he's sneaking out of, then raises a finger to his lips. Steve nods, but--surprise!--rolls his eyes.
They never say a single word to each other, but somehow end up with an unspoken rule about not interfering (or snitching) on what the other is doing.
That is until Eddie's walking along the train tracks at night, mumbling angry nonsense about out of town drug deals and how life must hate him specifically to cause his van to break down too and suddenly, there's weird growling in the woods.
Then rustling and growling, then some sort of not-a-dog and growling, then a face that blooms into rows of teeth and Eddie starts running, but he keeps looking back and ends up bowling down a group of terrified children.
Eddie's on his feet in an instant, yelling and screaming, trying to get up and get them up and explain the horror behind him all at the same time while he can hear the not-dog gaining, gaining, gaining.
He spins around right in time to watch Steve fucking Harrington step in front of him and the kids both, swinging a bat against the not-dog's head.
(Somewhere in the part of his brain not liquefied by fear, Eddie registers that the bat has nails in it.)
Steve hits the not-dog's head a few more times before looking up.
They lock eyes, just like they have a hundred times before, only this time, this weird little encounter, he breaks their silence and says;
"Don’t tell me you’re out here trying to catch monsters too."
Which is a wildly hysterical series of words to come out of King Steve's mouth.
Unfortunately Eddie is hyperventilating too hard to make that point, and one of the children seems to clock his weird breathing because they look at him, then look at Steve and loudly go "Uhhh..."
And Steve--rolls his fucking eyes of course he does, the jerk, but he swings the bat effortlessly in one hand and reaches out to grab Eddie’s with the other.
Then they're holding hands and walking (well, more like Eddie's getting towed) out of the woods, Steve casually filling him in as they go, and he doesn't know it yet, but this sets a precedent in his mind.
Steve Harrington is now his designated emotional support jock.
Apparently, somehow, Steve is cool with this, because from here on out, whenever Eddie freaks, flinches, or considers screaming into the void, his immediate response is to death-grip that very same hand, and Steve never once shakes him off.
Doesn't even acknowledge that it keeps happening, but does start just...holding it out, like he's offering a cig, the second shit starts to go sideways.
(Steve, who keeps rolling his eyes about it, but is also never the first to let go.
Eddie would obsess over what that means, but he’s got bigger problems. Like monsters. Lots of them.)
Eddie suddenly becoming really interested in everything Steve has to say and isn’t even calling him a dumb jock anymore. Steve, weirded out, is finally like, “Dude, what’s going on with you?”
“Don’t know if you’re aware of this, Harrington,” Eddie answers easily. “The vibe you’re putting out there is of a man that’s about to off himself.”
“So….youre being nice to me because you think I’m going to hurt myself?”
“Oh, god no,” Eddie shakes his head. “I’m doing this for selfish reasons. I can’t have everyone in this school mourning in black. I’ll look like a conformist.”
That… that actually makes Steve laugh for the first time in months.
Eddie beams at the accomplishment and tells him, “Make my life easier and eat lunch at my table. Don’t wanna have to shout at you from across the cafeteria.”
Steve has been sitting at the hellfire table during lunch for almost two weeks and the vibes have not improved. Sometimes they even seem worse so, Eddie breaks out the big guns.
“You want me to do what?”
Eddie sighs at his uncle’s bewildered and confused expression. This isn’t very hard. All he wants is that, “You hang out at the park. Near the basketball hoops and then, I don’t know. Strike up a conversation. Be Wayne. Be you.”
Wayne just stares at him, “You want me to strike up a conversation with…”
“Steve Harrington.”
“Dick Harrington’s boy? Okay. And the reason is…”
“Because,” Eddie answers. “Because I need you to.”
Wayne sighs.
He rubs his eyes and thinks his nephew is crazy but, “Okay.”
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