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Charlie Vickers is probably a Bogan in the comfort of his own home.

Listen... I'm kiwi. I was born and raised in Aotearoa and I am very proud of my heritage and culture. I am currently living in Australia, I've been dating an Australian guy for the past four years. And I have never not ONCE been interested in a Bogan. (This is very pertinent to the story. If you've just spent like an afternoon in Toowoomba or Goodna, you'll understand what I mean.) I work in an Auto Parts store in Brisbane: I've had my fair share of being around Bogans.

So why does this fucking guy. Just a dude. Just a white bread looking mother fucker make me question my entire being? Listen, some Bogans are actually pleasant but I've never been physically attracted to the mullets and the porn stache and the fucking stubbys bro. In saying that, he's not sporting any of the normal characteristics of being a said Bogan but just pls hear me out.

He looks like he lives in Ipswich and drives a blue Commodore with the front passenger tyre being his spare, because he hasn't gotten around to getting it fixed yet and does sick burnouts when he comes out of a round a bout on a rainy day.

He's very sophisticated and polished and cultured in his interviews and he genuinely seems like a super pleasant guy to be around but he's a closeted bogan. Change my mind.

I do have to say though... these blue tradie pants will always have a soft spot in my heart. 😍

Bonus: Ive already posted this but I think it's relevant to my rant.

Posted by Maxim Baldry in his Instagram story.

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I recently saw this and I just... why is he dressed like that lol

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I just watched Vikings and I'm very sad right now. That was a really good episode though.

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I just wanna lay here forever. I feel like crap 

Please, you’re not even sick 

I groaned as I collapsed on the sofa next to Hvitserk, in his sweat pants and man bun, and rested my head on his thigh. He shifted his laptop of his legs and lazily ran his hands through my hair.

“I wish I didn’t have work this week.” I sniffed, wiping my nose with my sleeve. “We’re dealing with unpacking and packing boxes and the dust makes everything worse.” I grumble.

“I thought that was next week?” He responds, placing the back of his hand on my forehead. “You’re warm. Do you have a headache?”

“Ugh,” I cough, “I’ve had one all day. I’ve taken pills, but nothing has made it go away. And Aroha is going on holiday next week, so we have to sort out all the new inventory this week, so when she goes away we’re not getting in contact with her every three minutes to ask where she wants things.”

“Cause she’s super anal about it, right?”

“Yeah.” I say, taking my glasses off and putting them on the coffee table. “She wants the easy things that sell closer to her office, so she doesn’t have to walk far when she makes a deal. God, she’s so lazy.”

“Come on,” Hvitserk laughs, “she’s your boss.”

“And you’re my boyfriend, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna call you lazy either.” I snuggle my head into his leg until I’m comfortable, and his arm is shielding the light from my eyes.

“First of all? Rude. Second, I’m lazy at convenient times.”

I scoff. “Pssh, when?”

“Like when people come over – I clean.”

I mumble in response.

“Man,” he mutters after a few minutes. “I just want to lay here forever. I feel like crap.”

“Please, you’re not even sick.” I mumble, as I slowly begin to fall asleep. He just sighs and runs his hands through my hair.

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If we’re to die right now, I want you to know…

It was windy, and damp, and cold, and crowded, and no one could sit comfortably with the shallow layer of water covering the surface of the boat. My clothes clung to me. My cloak was soaked, and my hair was in knotty braids that hurt and hung heavily on my neck.

There was a sudden crash and the hull of the boat was in knee deep water. Everyone jumped with the sudden impact and Bjorn started shouting directions. I was put with the group of people that were hastily pushing buckets of water over the side of the boat. (An almost impossible task that required a line of people handing the buckets of water to the person at the end, who had the unfaithful job of pushing it over the side.)

The rain came down like arrows and it was hard to see through the mist. Bjorn pushed his way into the line and handed me a bucket full of water. “If we’re to die right now, I want you to know…” I handed it behind me, and waited for the empty bucket to come back so I could pass it onto Bjorn. “You were right. We never should have done that plan of attack, and I am sorry it has taken me so long to admit it.”

I grimaced and handed the bucket behind me again. “What are you talking about?” I shout over the thunder claps atop of us.

“The plan of attack!” He repeated himself. “When we were stealing vegetables from the Gunderson farm! We were caught and because I was Lagertha’s son, I was not the one in trouble. I’ve felt bad about it since we were children and I needed you to know.”

I laugh. “Seriously, Bjorn? You’re saying this now? You could have told me years ago!”

He shook his head in shame? No, amusement? “Do you really think I would have admitted it before I was going to die?”

“No,” I laugh. “I suppose not.”

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I can soundly assure you, he’s 90% dead

“This bloody wasp- “I grumble, swatting around my ears as it buzzes. “Why would you set up our camp near a wasp nest, Ivar?” I ask, breathless and angry.

“How was I to know?” He answers, jaded.

I roll my eyes. “I thought you were a great warrior that scouts out the area before setting up camp.” I wave my arms in exasperation. “Should I break the news to all your loyal followers?”

“What news?”

“That you are not as great as you think you are.”

Ivar sulks. In a hasty movement he swats the wasp with the sleeve of his armour. “I can soundly assure you, he is 90% dead, my love.”

I grin sarcastically. “Oh, thank the gods for your unimaginable bravery. Do you want me to get on my knees and praise you also?”

“You can leave that until we are alone. But, I would like to see it.” He winks as someone calls for his attention. “What is it?” He shouts into the darkness of the night. He rolls his eyes and turns around and crawls out of the tent leaving me alone with a 90% dead wasp.

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Girl you better make some modern au shit

Ya I'm getting to it :)

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I haven't seen much on this other than the couple of posts that are really popular. But do you think Will Byers could be gay? I personally don't think so and others are kind of pushing the fact so I was just curious as to what you think.

I remember seeing one post along the lines of 'Will had time to develop a crush on Max just like Dustin and Lucas did' and that one has stuck with me. Because, sure Will could possibly be gay, but that shouldn't be ruled out as a fact just because he didn't develop a crush on Max. Will Byers was also seeing a being from a different dimension that wanted to possess him. Saying that, I think Will Byers had a lot more to deal with then developing a crush on a girl he barely knew. And I don't think Will and Max were that many scenes together because he had a lot of days off school and all the rest of it. And I actually think it's unfair to say that Will is gay based off that because he had a lot more to deal with than a middle school crush. And saying that again, Will could very well be gay but I don't think it should be determined by anyone because of that.

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Gotta love home.  Makes me smile. 

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Rapping my foot against the dirt in an atempt to make me feel better didn’t work. I sat. Back straight, eyes narrow and steam probably pooling out of my ears as I waited for his blonde hair, blue eyes and probably evident remorse to walk through the tent and sit down. He won’t apologize. He won’t give a reason. Of course he wouldn’t. He believes what he did was true and there’s nothing that - “I’m sorry that we are not going back to Kattegat.” He says as soon as his head pops through the tent and walks in with a hushed voice. “But I think we need to stay.” He kneels on the dirt in front of me and places his plams on my thighs as he looks up at me. “I don’t know why yet,” he trails off, “but I have a feeling.” “Oh.” Is all that comes to mind when he finishes. He puts his torso in between my legs and wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my stomach. “Are you mad?” He asks, voice muffled. “Yes.” I admit. Pulling at the braids in his hair. “Do you want these out or…?” I trail off. He nods, mumbling something incoherent. “I was not given the chance to say goodbye to Ubbe.” I pull on his braids and run my hands through the curls that were free. “And you will not believe what that slave Ivar let go said to me,” once his hair is out and in a fluffy, curly mess I ruffle his hair and let it fall around his shoulders in wild tangles, “she - she was… she was mean and I did not like it.” I get out finally and roll my eyes at the thought of her. He looks up at me through his lashes and frowns. “I do not know why she would be mean. She doesn’t know you.” I shrug in agreeance. “I felt the same way.” We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he buries his face in my stomach again and sighs. “What are we having for dinner?” I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “I am not sure. Would you like fish?” Continuing to run my hands through his hair, he nods. Yes. “Do you want to fetch some?” He shakes his head. No. “Can you move so I can fetch some?” He shakes his head again. No. “Then what do you suppose we do?” I laugh. He doesn’t say anything for a while. “Sleep.” “Okay.” I say, accepting defeat and only moving to get to the head of the bed where we climb in under the blankets.

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Being Lucas’ Older Sister would include • rolling eyes constantly • asking about Max • teasing him about Max • Having to pick him up and drop him off • Walking him to places • “Please, Y/N, can you just keep walking until the signal cuts out.” • “I don’t know how to use this thing, Lucas.” • “Gah. How many times do I have to say? You press this, then that, and then say something and then that one there.” • “Fine. How long do I have to walk for?” • “Until the signal cuts out.” • Giving each other bitch faces • listening to him complain about something Dustin said • “Pssh, I dunno about all this science stuff man.” • or • “So, we got all this new lab equipment at the high school today.” • fighting over who has to wash and who has to dry • “But I washed last night.” • “But I helped mum with dinner last night. You’re washing again.” • “No, I’m not.” • “Yes you are.” • “How is that fair?!” • “Because I’m older and because I helped mum with dinner!” • he comes to ask about advice with Max • protective over him when it comes to Billy • standing up for each other • not only because of Billy or someone that would give you grief but towards your parents • “I made Y/N’s bed for her before she went to school because we made a bet and I lost.” • “I told Lucas I would pack up all this stuff for him so he could leave with his friends and I forgot.”

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Being Dustin’s Older Sister Would Include

Having a close ish relationship with Dustin

 Crashing the sleepover when the party has one at the Henderson house 

“Oh my god, Y/N, get out!" 

"I’m pretty sure Lucas wants me to stick around. So, what are we doing?" 

 Walking Dustin to school sometimes 

 Dustin coming to you for advice all the time 

 Helping out with the campaigns for D&D 

"You let it eat, Mews? Dustin what the hell?" 

"I didn’t know it was a demogorgan!" 

"Clearly!" 

Having to explain to Mrs Henderson that Mews probably ran away 

Over protective but you know when to step away and let Dustin do his own thing 

Not really understanding his nerdy stuff but letting his friends explain what it is they’re doing and letting them be excited about it 

Buying him nerdy stuff for birthdays and Christmas 

Dropping him off at the arcade 

"Dustin, get out of my room!”

 "No, I’m pretty sure Lucas wants to be in here.“  

Annoying each other to no end 

People always asking Dustin if he’s your brother 

He gets annoyed by it 

Dustin: "Son of a bitch." 

You: "Jesus, Dustin. Watch your fucking language." 

Dustin: "Are you serious?" 

Flicking his cap off and fluffing up his hair when he starts high school and you pass him in the corridor

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Explaining to Joyce what happened to her fridge + being in a relationship with Steve 

It seemed like the whole universe was on edge after what had just happened. But we were the only ones to feel it. Driving through town and back to the Byers house, no one said anything. Not even Max about Steve driving the car this time. The residence of Hawkins went on like there was no care in the world. Unlike us. Who went on like everything had happened. Hopper said he wanted to get Eleven home so she could sleep for the next few days. “Really takes it out of her.” He said, puffing out the smoke in his lungs and snubbing out the bud. He climbed into his truck without a glance back. The rest of us climbed into our respected vehicles and made the trip back to the Byers house. I’ve known the Byers since I was little. It’s only been recently that I’ve had a relationship with Steve. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I was dragged into this. I demanded to know what the hell was going on and why Steve and Jonathan have been blowing me off for the past couple days. And, now look at me. Mud and dirt covering every inch of my body. Hair in a matted mess and my new jeans stained. My mum would never let me hear the end of it. “Right.” Steve sighed, putting the car into park and opening his door. We were shrouded in darkness when the headlights were switched off. Steve blindly reached for my hand once I stood beside him in the dark. “Wonder if Billy is still inside?” I shrug. “Someone will need to take Max back.” “I can do it.” He said. “No,” she sighs, “it’d be better if Billy took me home. Said I was just staying over at Will’s for the night and forgot to ask my mum if it was okay.” Both Steve and I glance at each other as we follow the path lit up by the moon. Joyce opened the door and Jonathan carried Will straight to his room as the rest of us piled into the lounge and sat down. I waited by the door, embracing Joyce. I could feel the life drain from her as she wrapped her arms around me. “Will’s safe.” I reassured her as she nodded into my shoulder. “Do you want a tea? I can make you something to eat?” She pulls away. “I can’t think about eating right now, but I would love a tea.” Following her into the kitchen thinking if Steve would want to drink anything, she stops at the doorway as she sees the pile of food on the floor in amongst the shelves that are meant to be in the fridge. Oh, shit. The demodog. “Dustin? Get in here.” I call as Joyce turns around and points a finger, ready to start yelling. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” The rest of the party followed as Dustin hung his head. “It’s a scientific breakthrough!” He tried to lessen the blow. Joyce sighed. “What is in my fridge?” Steve timidly opened the door to reveal the demodog wrapped in a blanket. She paced in a circle with her hands on her hips. “I can’t afford another fridge.” She muttered to herself. “I can’t afford another fridge. We’re going to be storing our food in a dirty fridge that a weird alien is in. My children are exposed to this?” She went on for another minute or so before she stopped. “Get it out of my fridge and then get to bed. If your parents new you were out this late I’d be in the shit. You boys can bunk in Will’s room and you two,” she looked at me and Steve, “can sleep on the couch. I’ll go find some spare blankets.” Joyce tiredly walked out of the room. Steve and I shared a look before he and Dustin carried the demodog out of the house. The boys went to Will’s room and Max timidly tried to wake Billy up who was still lying on the floor. I stepped over him to get to the couch when Joyce came back with folded blankets and two pillows. “Hey,” I said, “I’ll help you clean up tomorrow. All of this shouldn’t just land on you.” She smiles. “Thanks.” After another twenty minutes, Billy and Max were gone, the boys were asleep on the floor in Will’s room, Joyce was having a smoke outside and Steve was dozing off as I climbed onto the couch next to him. He stirred a little, but fell deeper into unconsciousness. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep too.

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Dating Steve Harrington would include • Hand holding • Walking you to your next class and he always ends up being late to his • Driving you home or he’d wait at the bus stop with you • Helping each other out with their homework – helping Steve with his homework • Trying to understand or already knowing most things about basketball because that’s his thing • And he’ll try to know some things about the things you’re interested in because that’s your thing • Being supportive of each other is a big one • Bickering and having arguments but not having any resentment – that’s the key to a good relationship folks • Not entirely knowing what went down with the upside down but knowing enough to not ask questions about it • Meeting each other’s parents and having the awkward dinner or conversation but other than that your parents are fine • Going for walks or just mindless driving on the weekends • Being in the party scene but if that’s not your thing he understands and would go alone if you didn’t want to • Just hanging out in each other’s room • Either reading a book or listening to music or just sitting there in silence • Just being in each other’s company • Finding his bromance with Dustin cute • And when Dustin starts High School he’ll always come over and sit with you and Steve at lunch when the rest of the party aren’t there

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“I’m scared.” “You’ll be fine.” “Do I look silly?” “No. I’ve told you how many times you look great.” “But… still.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “What if I don’t have anyone to dance with?” I shrug, putting my arm over her shoulders and bringing her closer. “Then you just sit in the corner like your big sis and wish you were home.” She frowns as she stares up at me. “That is horrible advice.” I chuckle and push her forward a little bit. “You’ll be okay. I’ll pick you up when it finishes, okay?” She nods and a takes a brave step forward. “See ya later.” “Bye.” I call over my shoulder as I turn around and a car comes slowly to a stop. Steve glances up at me and gives me a nod of recognition as he continues to talk to his little protégé, Dustin. I smile to myself and walk in front of his car, making my way home when he calls out. “Hey!” I turn around. “Yeah?” “Was that your little sister?” “Yeah.” I answer. He shakes his head. “She’s big now.” I shrug. “Yeah, well, I mean, she is nearly thirteen.” “God, can you believe we were thirteen once?” He asks. “Yeah,” I scoff, “Harrington I can. It wasn’t that long ago.” I laugh. He shakes his head as he grins to himself. “You wanna go for a ride while the dance finishes?” “Go where?” I ask. We hadn’t talked in years and now suddenly he wants to go for a drive? He shrugs. “I dunno. Just not a school parking lot where we look like weirdos spying on little kids.”

Here’s the thing with me and Steve. Our parents were friends and then we were forced to hang out with each other and we were actually pretty close and then you know, the whole, high school thing happened and he got popular, I was the unpopular one and we never really talked up until this point in time. Well, excluding the times where we had to hang out at awkward dinners in each others rooms because our parents still thought we were friends. Thirteen seemed like decades ago. But nope. It was just a few years. “Your hair, it’s getting long.” I break the awkward yet a tiny bit comfortable silence. Steve looks out his window and nods. “Yeah.” He says quietly. “You, uh, you cut yours.” “Yeah.” I nod, looking out my window and tapping my fingers on my thigh. “It was getting long.” I pause. “How did you notice? No one did.” He shrugs. “I dunno.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Just cause we don’t talk doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention. You’re practically my little sister.” “Oh my god.” I scoff. “I’m older than you.” “By a month.” He defends as we lock eyes. The awkwardness settled in pretty quick and we look away fast. “I feel like I’m older than you.” He offers. “I feel like you’re older than me, too.” I admit. “I don’t feel my age.” I shrug and glance over at him as he plays with his hands. “I mean, I haven’t even had a boyfriend yet so…” I trail off, waiting for him to snicker or laugh or do something. “Relationships?” He says, flicking fluff off his jeans. “Are over rated anyway. They aren’t what they’re all cracked up to be.” “You’re just saying that because you got your heart broken by Nancy Wheeler.” “True.” He said. Taken back by his honesty, I sit, leaning further into the passenger seat and rest my chin on my hand. He does something similar as we sit in his car in the shops parking lot in silence. “Wanna make out?” He asks seriously. “Uh,” I frown and shift in my seat, “uh… I-I, I don’t- don’t-” “Oh, come on.” He scoffs. “I’m joking.” Silence again. He runs a hand through his hair again. I lean further into my seat and glance at him as he stares out the window. Moments pass before I look at him again and feel a hammering in my chest. “Were…” I start and mentally face palm, “were you actually joking?” I ask. We lock eyes again and he answers within an instant, “No. But.” But. “But, I’m not over Nancy so I don’t want to make you a rebound or something.” His voice small he doesn’t look away. I shrug. “It could just be fun, ya know?” “Fun?” He smirks, but in a mocking way. “Okay.” “Okay?” I repeat. “Yeah.” He shrugs. “Fun. Just fun.”

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“I knew you’d end up falling in love with me.” He grinned from the other side of the bed. “It was only  a matter of time.” “Perhaps.” I smile. “Though I still think you could do with a few less killing on your hands.” Harald grins and rolls onto his side, facing me. “It’s more exciting that way.”

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