music has a way of finding you

even in the darkest of places seventeen. he they. not spoiler free.

[mikuwheeler]

The Difference Between a Profile and a Person

A profile is a list. A person is a pattern of small contradictions. What is interesting about how people use SweetDream is that they instinctively reach for the second one. On sweetdream.ai the creation process rewards that instinct, asking not just what your AI girlfriend looks like but how she thinks, what she fears, what she jokes about, and where she came from.

The payoff shows up in conversation, which is where the platform clearly invests. SweetDream's chat is emotionally aware and remembers what came before, so a companion built with a real backstory behaves consistently over time instead of resetting into a blank, agreeable voice. Add voice messages, real-time phone calls that genuinely sound human, and video or live cam sessions with select characters, and the personality you wrote starts living across every format.

Compared with options like ourdream.ai, the thing reviewers keep landing on is depth of character paired with strict privacy. As an AI companion platform, SweetDream simply treats the inner life of the character as the main event.

[mikuwheeler]

★ | seventeen. he they. desi. queer. occasional writer, mostly yapper. film, tv, book, music, band etc etc fandom blog.

&. currently thinking about: stranger things! finn wolfhard! byler! madwheeler! stonathan!

&&. some blog disclaimers:

this blog is entirely for myself, first and foremost. i'm generally not spoiler free if im actively keeping up with something. i'm also a big shipper and will ship/hc whatever i like. lowkey a big liveblogger on occation. idgaf about rpf, we are on tumblr people. probably will add more to this pinned post later.

* items of interest !! creds gachiakuta.

tv.

stranger things / byler, byclair, wheelclair, madwheeler, lumax, stonathan, elmax, platonic stobin

[here-i-am-again-god]

pretty sure this is exactly how the scene went, word for word

[nashrahirl]

guess who finally watched cinderella's castle 🔥🔥🔥

[deyageka]

Mike’s hair gets long enough that Holly starts putting it in a braid. The boys are flabbergasted (minus Will, he’s digging the hairstyle)

[thewisewill80sbyers]

what really happened

[kenozumin]

just watched her (2013) with irl and i can make the reasonable assumption that this was probably the last film to watch when we are living in the timeline where chatgpt and character ai exists

[norththelemon]

Byler. This is canon, I decided.

Please don’t repost w/o permission thank you:)

[hyunjulart]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞⛅️🌿

[ninononono]

Drawing I made based on the fanfiction “There is a wait so long” by Urie on ao3 (Give it a try, it's awesome! Beautifully written, very atmospheric, catches the personalities of the characters perfectly).

I loved it so much that I just had to draw something from it. I'm posting it here because my IG account is mostly about stuff related to my work.

By the way, this drawing is way outside my comfort zone. I'm usually more the type for cartoony action stuff, but I tried my best to get the mood of the story right.

[parkitaco]

byler getting together in college and mike feeling happy and free for the first time since he was a kid. will gets an earring. mike grows his hair back out. they go to parties and kind of hate it but kind of love it. they go to gay bars and will gets hit on constantly and it pisses mike off so bad. they go on dates semi-publicly and sometimes mike gets up the courage to hold will’s hand while they’re walking down the street and sometimes they get dirty looks but they mostly get left alone at least in comparison to hawkins. they visit jonathan at nyu and all sit around chatting with mike’s legs in will’s lap and will’s hand on his thigh and jonathan just smiles and says they look good together. life is good, they’re moving forward. and then after a year or two, on a stormy night, jane hopper shows up on mike’s doorstep, soaking wet and smiling sheepishly. and the guilt that mikes been suppressing for going on three years all crashes down on him in an instant.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how it feels occasionally revisiting your old fandom you’re no longer a part of but all the good memories are still there. #nostalgia

[bowie-mohawk-mike-wheeler]

will is not the whiny boyfailure (some of) you make him out to be. that's mike. he's the pushover in their relationship, not will. you will like and reblog because you agree

[coreyzon]

papa me no want more movie

[squidinktea]

i dont want 22 episode seasons back. i dont want 8 episode seasons. i dont actually want a prescriptive number of episodes per season

its the era of streaming. we dont need to fil x number of timeslots.

i want tv shows to be able to determine for themselves what their optimal number of episodes per season to tell the story they want at the pace they want. maybe thats a 3 episode season. maybe thats a 50 episode season. i dont care, i just want the decision to be made for practical and artistic reasons rather than corporate ones

[rhiannonwinterphoenix]

Hi, Byler fans. I don't usually post here but I just finished the Stranger Things finale and wanted to get something out that I feel needs to be said. My grandmother had an older brother named, coincidentally enough, William.

He was born in 1919 and he was gay.

Everyone in the family knew. It became an unspoken secret. And here’s the part people don't really say about the past: he wasn’t cast out. He wasn’t beaten. He wasn’t disowned.

They loved him. They were a close‑knit family.

What they did instead was play a game called pretend.

They never said it out loud. When the family gathered for holidays, his siblings brought their spouses. Uncle Bill came alone. His partner wasn't invited, of course. They didn't even want to know he had a partner. When children asked why Uncle Bill wasn’t married, the adults smiled and said, “He’s just a bachelor.”

That answer was given to my mother in the 1950s. To my sister in the 1970s. And to me in the 1980s.

People like the Duffer brothers seem to imagine that the past was only made up of violent, cartoonish homophobes. And sadly, there were a lot of those, just like there still are today. But some families were “fine” with gay people—as long as they were quiet. As long as they didn’t ask for the same things. As long as they didn’t bring love to the table.

Uncle Bill was accepted on one condition: He sat alone.

So when a modern show frames a gay boy’s arc as “learning to accept himself without expecting love in return,” that’s not radical. That’s not brave. That’s not new.

That story is over a hundred years old.

It’s the story of being tolerated, not chosen. Of being loved in theory, but denied in practice. Of being welcome—so long as you don’t make anyone uncomfortable.

My Uncle William lived that life a century ago. We don’t need to keep calling it progress.

I know a lot of people on here are young. So take the pain you're feeling now and remember it as you get older. Write your own stories that embrace what this show denied. Write the story you wanted Byler to be. Be the generation that stops telling this tired old story.

Do it for my Uncle Bill. Do it for Noah. Do it to give the middle finger to the Duffer brothers. Most of all, do it for yourself.

[catinnoodlez]

the concept of michael wheeler witnessing chappell roan perform “good luck, babe!” at the vmas in full paladin drag

[willelbyers]

the last thing el said to hopper was “i’m not sara.” she gave him back her bracelet. she let him believe she was safe. she never said goodbye to the man who chose to be her father.

she never said goodbye to the mother who took her in when she had nothing, the woman who inducted her into her family with a haircut everyone made fun of but she treasured as her own.

she never said goodbye to the older brother who looked after her in an unfamiliar home, who drove blindly into the desert on the idea of hope that they would find her.

she never said goodbye to her best friend, the only girl who ever took the time to try to understand her, the only girl who wanted to help her learn who she was to herself, the girl whose life she refused to let end before its time.

she never said goodbye to the boys who found her in the woods, the boys who were scared of her at first but who became some of her most trusted friends in the world. the boys who saw her as, yes, a hero, but also as a girl, too.

she never said goodbye to her brother, her twin in everything but genetics, who saved her life as she saved his from the monster who destroyed both their childhoods. she never said goodbye to her real brother, the one who understood her to her core, the one who showed her that the monster was not the family she deserved.

she said goodbye to her sister, after a years-long separation, as she bled out in her arms.

the last thing el said before her final goodbye—to the first boy who ever showed her kindness, the boy who never quite understood her the way she wanted him to but who cared for her regardless—was “i love you.” and she never heard it back.