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Reasons to be happy today:

stranger things starts filming today!!

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my hand slipped

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Another Parallel

Hopper/Joyce/Bob vs Steve/Nancy/Jonathan

Hopper: the dude bro with the adopted kid who would physically fight you over a donut

Joyce: badass af, protective af, don’t take no shit

Bob: cute nerdy nerd who loves technology and can be a little annoying sometimes

AND THEN

Steve: the dude bro with the adopted kid who would physically fight you over a piece of fried chicken

Nancy: badass af, protective af, don’t take no shit

Jonathan: cute angsty nerd who loves music and photography and can be a little annoying sometimes

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YES. The Steve/Jonathan thing may have been unintentional but I truly feel that Steve and Nancy are supposed to be a reflection of Joyce and Hopper’s HS relationship.

#PARALLELS #DUFFERS LOVE THOSE PARALLELS

Prayers

that not only does Steve come back for season 3 BUT that they also let Joe keep that cute lil mustache he’s been cultivating in the offseason.

#joe keery #steve harrington #stranger things fandom #stranger things #mustache

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trying to prove a point to my brother

reblog this if you think art IS work, and that it takes time and effort and is a valid source of income.

I was mostly unemployed for four months and what got me through was watching Stranger Things over and over again for two months with a small break at Christmas. I was a contractor and when my contract ended ar the end of September I had expected a few weeks off before they re-upped me but I slipped very quickly into a depression once I learned through the grape vine that my contract wouldn’t be renewed and I had essentially been fired because of some differences between myself and my “boss”. I legit watched ST 20+ times to cope with the shame I was feeling. I would wake up, search for jobs, watch Stranger Things, get ready for bed, and read Stranger Things fanfics until 3am. Over and over and over again for two months. My parents were very concerned but went along with it. I wish I were lying. I finally started to come out of the fog about two weeks ago when I got offered a job in my field.

I’m starting that job on Monday the 5th and then starting a second, PT, job at the end of the month to pay down the debt I had to let sit since September. I’m really excited but I’m gonna miss my little Netflix habit when I’m working 60+hr weeks again.

I’m really grateful to the show and the Duffers and to this whole fandom in general for helping me get through some dark times in my life. I needed some escape and y’all provided it. I’ll never be able to properly thank you all for helping me, but if I’ve ever liked or reblogged you just know that you made a difference in my life.

I’ll be around - holler if you need anything

Cheers,

#stranger things fandom #stranger things #thank you

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Papa Bear Jim Hopper as actual bears

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#oh my glob #jim hopper #st #stranger things

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Ross write something that will make me cry

[A/N] Lara, I tried.

It’s early December and Karen Wheeler watches as her son quietly slides his breakfast into the garbage. At first, he was trying to hide, saying he wasn’t hungry, then the smell made him sick to his stomach, and now waffles are for kids. Karen doesn’t understand. Will is home. Isn’t that enough?

It’s late February and Mike spends his seventh night in the blanket fort. Karen can’t help but feel like he’s hiding from her. He wasn’t one for emotions before. Maybe he should get a girlfriend. Someone to set him straight, get his emotions in line.

She notices his red eyes again. He’d stopped crying himself to sleep a month after she took away his night light. But that was seven years ago. Allergies don’t start this early, not in Hawkins.

It’s May and Mike picks two daisies from the garden. Karen notices how he sits, his legs crossed and his back slightly slumped, slowly rocking back and forth brushing the dirt around with his fingers. He was never one for nature.

Karen’s surprised to watch him start his own little patch of flowers out back, down by the old apple tree. Maybe Mr. Clarke’s after school program is making a difference.

It’s July and Mike doesn’t come home. Hopper says something about the quarry but all Karen can see is Mike’s puffy eyes and broken smile. He never tells her why he spent the night at the place where Will’s body was found. He came back. Why does he care so much?

It’s September and Mike is in the principal’s office again. This time it’s for stealing a copy of Carrie from the library, a questionable choice, albeit even lackluster by Karen’s standards, that shouldn’t have required a mandatory meeting with the principal, his teacher, the head librarian, and the school counselor.

But it isn’t Mike’s actions that concern her. It’s how he silently cries on the ride home, how he goes to his room at six and doesn’t come back until seven the next morning, how he leaves for school the next day without saying goodbye.

It’s the week after Halloween and Mike doesn’t come home. He’s gone all night and Karen can’t find him. Hopper doesn’t respond. Joyce’s answering machine is broken. Nancy is away. Nothing makes sense.

He comes home with bags under his eyes and sleeps for twelve hours. He doesn’t cry. Progress. He’s out of the house the next morning and gone for another twelve hours.

It’s December and Mike introduces Karen to Hopper’s new daughter. She’s smart, kind, quiet, and nothing like her father. She never complains about Karen’s meatloaf and always has a smile on her face. She’s the only one that can make Mike laugh like he used to a year ago. Not even his friends can do that.

From the kitchen, as the Christmas party winds down, Karen catches sight of the two teens kissing under the mistletoe, faces red as their matching sweaters and smiles as wide as their tiny faces can accommodate.

Mike’s crying again, but this time Karen isn’t concerned. He holds the small girl in his arms, runs his hands through her full head of curls and whispers in her ear something that makes her bury her head deeper into his chest.

Watching her son and the beautiful girl she met only hours ago melt into each other, so obviously in love, Karen can’t help but let out a tear of her own. Whoever she is, the little enigma in her son’s arms is welcome over anytime, as long as she keeps Mike this happy for the rest of his life. That’s all Karen wants. It’s all Mike deserves.

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Look Who’s Talking;

[Joyce and Hopper have a big conversation in a really random place // Kind of dialogue heavy but it’s also super fluffy + young Jopper, so please save your tomato throwing till the end, it’s long I’m sorry]

“Do you think we’ll ever have one of those?” Hopper asked hesitantly.

“One of what?” Joyce replied distractedly.

They were in Hawkin’s larger market looking for gift for the Powell’s baby shower–a party Hopper barely remembers agreeing to attend but here they were. And Joyce the ever practical one was looking for a practical gift, clothes and toys were fine (and there was some of those in their cart already), but if there was anything having two boys taught her was they would diapers, and lots of them.

She paused in her sizing of brands to look towards Hopper who turned his head in the direction of the smiling happy baby on the box.

Joyce followed his gaze, “You’re kidding.”

Hopper shrugged. He’d actually been thinking about this a lot lately.

Powell couldn’t stop raving about becoming a new dad, and somehow that excitement had gotten Hopper to think.

He remembered what that feeling was like: going to the doctor’s appointments, hearing the heartbeat for the first time–nothing quite compared to that feeling–and feeling the baby kick against his palm. He was only slightly bitter he wasn’t there for Jane sooner, if only to save her from Brenner before he had time to do any real damage.

“I can’t have a baby now,” Joyce scoffed.

“Why not?”

“I’m old,” she muttered.

“Hardly.”

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Besides, from what I hear, some women are having babies well into their thirties and forties these days.”

She finally settled on a box of diapers, and placed it the cart.

“You need to cut back on the Oprah Show for a while, bub.” She laughed.

Hopper laughed with her, “I can’t help it. She’s quite the lady–Jane’s got me hooked on it, and Flo only keeps one channel on at the station. It’s hard to tune her out sometimes.”

A beat.

“You’re old,” she bumps his shoulder with hers.

“You got me there,” He muses, “I’m not in the same shape I was when I had Sara. I’m not even in the same shape I was two years ago.”

“Are you trying to convince me?”

“Are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“I’m not sure,” Hopper concedes.

He had almost resolved himself to never bring this up. It was only part of him that still held on to this long forgotten dream, stemming from a conversation Joyce had tried to forget and swore to herself she’d never think about again.

“We already have 3 kids between us.”

“What’s one more?” He found himself saying,

Her breath catches in her throat. She wasn’t really opposed to the idea but if she dwelled too much on the thought she could come up with a litney of reasons as to why they shouldn’t have a baby.

“I smoke too much,” but that wasn’t going to stop her from trying.

“We can both quit.”

“I work too much.”

“You know you don’t have too,” He shook his head. “There are two incomes.”

Joyce gave him a look, he knew how much she valued her economic freedom but she acquiesced to his point that she could stand to cut back on someone of her hours. And Donald was scared of her, so he wouldn’t give her much of a problem there.

“Jane is still adjusting,” She tried again more matter of factly now.

“Yes,” he nodded in agreement. “But she’s doing a lot better and she’s finally starting school in the Fall.”

“We haven’t had enough time,” She said feebly.

“Yeah, I understand.”

He could have fought harder for this but he understood her reservations for not wanting to have another baby because his more rational side had them too, and he wasn’t going to pressure her into it, and he was happy with the ones they already had.

“I didn’t say no,” she adds quickly.

“What?”

She repeats, “I didn’t say no.”

Once upon a time, many many years ago, in their post-coital haze (before Nam, Lonnie, the complications of adulthood, and definitely the otherworldly monsters) they had talked about what their hypothetical child might look like. It was a rare night in which they’d indulged in sappy hypotheticals, two things they weren’t particularly for.

“Well any kid we have would be blonde,” Hop said as he lit a cigarette and took a drag before passing it to Joyce.

“Poor kid,” She laughed. “I hated being blonde.”

Hopper grunted, “I thought you were cute.”

“I hated being called cute.” She snuggled into him and he kissed her head.

“I think I kind of see your roots,” He said amusedly.

She gaped at him as she lazily punched his cheat, “You’re such an asshole. You can’t help yourself can you?”

Sighing contentedly she decided to play along with his little fantasy, “Well, it’d have your eyes.”

“A girl could get lost in those baby blues.”

Hopper howled, reaching over to put out the cigarette on the ashtray on the nightstand by her side. “Was that your best pickup line Horowitz?”

Joyce laughed with him, it was pretty bad.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had to use one before–you’re already in bed with me,” She said cheekily.

“Touché.”

“But I have to disagree,” He rolled them over so they were at eye level, “It would have your eyes.”

Joyce smiled bashfully as Hopper kissed her lids, “Your wonderfully expressive doe-shaped brown eyes.”

“Your nose,” He went on and pecked it. “Which is so much cuter than mine,” Joyce snorted.

“And definitely your mouth,” He pressed his lips to hers, and as the words settled into her head she chuckled against his mouth.

“Wait,” Joyce tugged at the hair at the base of his neck, mirth in her eyes. “Are you talking about me or our baby? Because if it were anyone else, that would weird.”

Hopper face lit up quicker than she’s ever seen and his smile blinded her, his teech making a rare apper appearence.

“I like the sound of that,” He kissed her again. “Our baby.”

“When did you become such a sap?” Joyce said as the broke apart for air.

Hopper shrugged nuzzling her neck.

“I won’t hold it against you.”

She was startled out of her reverie by a noise in the other aisle.

“You okay?” Hop asked.

“We can try,” She said.

“What?” He wasn’t following.

“For a baby,” She repeated. “We can try.”

At her words his face lit up again, much like she remembered from that night, and his teeth blinded her once more.

Hopper hugged her tightly to chest, as if he’d just heard the news of a life time, picking her up off the ground. He didn’t actually think she would agree but, he hoped.

“But we’re not gonna get disappointed if it doesn’t happen,” Her voice was muffled by his chest. It was a lie, and they both knew it.

Hopper felt himself nodd along, he’d go with it for her. He knew Joyce wanted to remain realistic, and it would hurt less if they were both honest in the possiblity that it might not happen for them. Still, Hopper couldn’t help but feel a bit optimistic, and that was a fact he would keep to himself.

“And we won’t tell the kids,” She says when he puts her down. “Unless there’s something to tell.”

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JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED

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The judge who sentenced this sexual predator is Rosemarie Aquilina. Larry Nassar abused over 150 women, including Gabby Douglas, Simone Biles, and Aly Raisman. Judge Rosemarie made sure this predator pays the price for each and every one of them. Hella props to this badass judge. Judges around the world need to take notes.

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This is a gif of Judge Rosemarie tossing a bullshit letter larry nassar wrote about how “hard” it is for him to hear his victims testify. The level of badassary within this woman is untouchable.

Unpopular opinion

I’m ready for the Dancing Hopper meme to die.

I just need everyone to rewatch the scene in S2E2 where El knocks out the hunter because it wAS NOT A SQUIRREL SHE USED A BURNING LOG. NOT. THE. SQUIRREL.

#vent