what the fuck. theres not even a fucking joke here. its just the fucking alphabet. i was expecting some kind of fucking meme like “gun” or “john cena” or something like that but no its just the fucking alphabet. here. on tumblr.com. 26 users just fucking banded together to write the alphabet. what the fuck, man.
The subtext in ST shows Lonnie is more than just a “dead beat” dad (analysis)
In this analysis I’ll be mentioning things I’ve mentioned in prior posts. But also new details I’ve never discussed (most of which are in relation to Jonathan with Lonnie). Essentially to show a more cohesive picture of WHY i find Lonnie so … ‘questionable’, to say the least. WARNING NOW: the new stuff will be in the “keep reading” section and could be very tr**gering-s.a, inc*st subtext, etc. Everything BEFORE the ‘keep reading’ section won’t delve into those darker aspects. Ok let’s begin
CHARACTER INTRODUCTION
How he’s introduced and discussed before we ever see him:
The very first thing we hear is: Lonnie being suspected of k*dnapping Will (by Hopper). Joyce in turn says that’s doubtful given how Lonnie treated Will and mentions how Lonnie called Will h*mophobic slurs (later she says to him”you never cared about Will”) . After this ( in Joyce’s words) we hear her mention Lonnie is dating a “teenager” (she’s in her early 20s/almost 30 years younger). We then have Jonathan have a flashback of hearing Joyce and Lonnie fighting on the phone-because Lonnie flaked on visiting Will. After this, Jonathan mentions how Lonnie isn’t considerate of Will’s interests and tries to force him to like things only Lonnie himself likes. And Jonathan encourages Will to ‘not like things people tell you you’re supposed to …. ESPECIALLY NOT HIM.”
his visual introduction :
We first see beer cans everywhere (a probably sign of Lonnie’s substance ab*se issues) and Jonathan rushing through the house trying to avoid even having to see his dad. He wanders down the corridor opening doors calling for Will-a similar parallel to Will wandering through the house hallway calling for Jonathan & joyce (afraid of the demorgorgon) . Later in s2 Jonathan calls for Will and his mom- and right after he discovers the mindflayer drawing. Showing a connection between the creatures and their father.
Then (at Lonnie’s) as Jonathan wanders through the corridor-we see a figure covered in shadow rush from the side- and pin jonathan into wall (simillar to Neil). Jonathan freezes before pushing him off and yelling “get off”. Than Lonnie tries hugging him and once again Jonathan has to say a 2nd time “get off me… MAN.” We then see Jonathan scowl at Lonnie- and between the 2 is a child’s bike. Similar to the bike, Will abandoned after he ran away from the demorgorgan. We have many parallels between Lonnie & the demorgorgon.
The demogorgan in d&d means “deep father ” and nancy says its like a’ lion’. Lonnie’s name literally means ‘lion’/he’s technically a father. He also Low-key pounced on jonathan like a lion. The demogorgan hunts a deer / attacks jonathan who was holding a bat (and Lonnie was associated with baseball, and Jonathan mentions bambi when mentioning his dad forcing him to hunt and k*ll a rabbit (similar to Brenner trying to force El to k*ll a cat). And when jonathan went to lonnie’s (before he’s pushed)- even the songs jonathan listens to while going to Lonnie reference the supernatural.I’ll discuss that in more detail in the ‘keep reading’ section.
We also have other details. Lonnie being framed next to a single lit light bulb when standing across from jonathan (like the demogorgan standing across from Will, and the lightbulb glowing-as Will uses Lonnie’s gun against the demorgorgan, similar to jonathan using a bat and nancy using lonnie’s gun against the demorgorgan) . A dog barking at Lonnie- like how chester the dog barked at the demogorgon. Even Lonnie talking to people at Will’s funeral-causes Joyce to have a flashback of Will describing lighting ‘bad guys’ on fire (something Jonathan does to the demorgorgan later in s1).Lonnie hammering into the byers wall (talking about how someone should be held accountable for what happened to Will) and it transitions to Mike stabbing a piece of paper and talking about Will getting trapped in the upsidedown.
We also see Jonathan check the trunk for Will (which is sketch on it’s own)-but later we see the mindflayer throw people in trunks too. We also have Lonnie saying he explored around the quarry around the house & later Jonathan mentions the demorgorgan only traveled in a few miles radius around his house.
Okay now onto the really bad stuff…
So before I begin just know some of the stuff mention relates to how I believe Will created with his powers - the upsidedown/creatures, the lab/subjects, the Russians,etc. Although most of this post is about Jonathan. Ok let’s begin…
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I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
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