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Director's Commentary Masterpost
I've now talked so much about my posted fics that I have a decent number of director's commentary posts. So I figured I'd make a list for them, since I sometimes make the blog unsearchable, and stick it in my pinned post. I think I probably missed some because I'm bad about remembering to tag, but oh well. This is a good sample.
You guys know that a lot of people smoke pot in college, right? That smoking pot doesn't imply lack of ambition or ambivalence toward life? Perhaps even that there are some famously pro-pot social movements with strong political opinions?
Once again, another in these "Jonathan getting Vecna'd" memories I have. This one is, I guess, HAWKINS.
Honestly there’s too many of these in the story. Were I ever to finish it, most would need to be cut for brevity’s sake. But putting them here? Makes a kind of sense. I dunno.
The world is bright again and they’re in the parking lot of Hawkins High. She and Steve come walking out arm in arm, a smile across their faces. Nancy notices how hers doesn’t even reach her eyes. He mentions heading to Lovers Lake tonight and she knows this is May of 1984, near the end of her sophomore year.
They did go to Lovers Lake that night. And all Nancy can recall is how lonely she felt. How isolated being with Steve, having sex with him, made her feel.
Jonathan follows them, surrounded by people, but always alone.
She and Steve reach his car and before she can open the passenger door, he starts kissing her aggressively.
Jonathan catches them and freezes for a second before swinging wide, away from where she and Steve are. He’s practically at the middle school when she and Steve break apart, and get into his car.
He finally passes Steve’s Beamer, glancing at her in the passenger seat, having to watch Steve shoving his tongue down her throat, yet again.
Eventually Steve drives away, Van Halen blasting, taking her with him, leaving Jonathan behind. The lot thins out quickly, until it’s only him left, sitting in his rusted old Ford. He glances around, seemingly to see if anyone is watching, before putting his head against the steering wheel and closing his eyes.
She looks up at her Jonathan, who’s staring back with a look of pain and concern.
After a moment, the Jonathan in the car lifts his head and wipes at an eye.
Nancy had asked him once, before Lenora, when they were tangled up in each other one night, what that year had been like for him. “Hard,” he had whispered. She stroked his hair and waited for more. “That everything I had heard in my life, from douchebags like Steve, to scumbags like Tommy, to pieces of shit like Lonnie were right: that I was a freak, a creep, a loser unworthy of love.”
He looked up with shiny eyes. “It hurt.”
But now she’s witnessing that pain. That hurt. Watching as a choice she made years ago, did harm to the man she loved and wanted, even back then. It’s another brick in this wall of guilt and shame Vecna has been purposely trying to get her to construct. It’s a trap, she knows, but it’s also impossible to resist.
In front of her, Jonathan tries to start his car and it won’t turn over. He curses and smacks the steering wheel, reaches into the back seat for an old rag, before popping the hood and opening it up. Nancy leans over to see what was wrong, more to avoid looking her Jonathan in the eye than any curiosity.
The memory Jonathan takes something out, a spark plug maybe, and holds it up to inspect it. He scrubs at it with the old rag, even going so far as to spit on it. For some reason she can feel a blush creep up the side of her neck. When she glances up at her Jonathan, there’s a tiny smirk on his face.
Eventually, after pulling out a few more of what she’s now certain are spark plugs, Jonathan gets the car to start. He releases a shaky sigh and gets out to slam the hood shut. Before getting back in his car, Jonathan stares back at the spot where Steve’s Beamer was.
“Why’s it gotta be so hard?” He mutters as he gets in the car and drives away.
Rejected JBFR Friday discussion ideas:
So pegging? He's into it, right?
Does post-S5 Joyce ever notice that her oldest son doesn't call her?
Does Jonathan admit to his friends that his mom married a cop?
Is Jonathan a good joint roller or did Argyle always do it for him?
I never really got the whole "El doesn't know what gay people are and needs it explained to her thing" bit because, like, her whole deal is that she grew up sequestered from society and its social norms, and as perceptive as she is shown to be, she sometimes needs those norms pointed out to her (and likely the more arbitrary ones in particular). But it's not gayness that's the arbitrary norm; it's heteronormativity and homophobia.
Yes, in the lab, she would have been exposed to the biases of those around her, which were probably rancid because they sucked. But it's contextual. They're not talking about relationships and the outside world with this kid. They want her dependent on them and ignorant of life outside those walls or the existence of other people because those things will never be relevant to her in their eyes; they don't even see her as a person. That's the degree of deprivation we're talking about. They didn't teach her how the world works.
So if she sees romance and relationships on TV after her escape and draws from that, I dunno, I just don't think it's even going to occur to her that gender matters. Like, maybe she notices some patterns because she's bright, and, yeah, if her peers are outwardly homophobic, she could absorb that pretty quickly, and she's desperate to not be excluded, but that defeats the whole premise because that means she's aware of queerness in the first place and wouldn't need it explained.
Anyway, she has other things going on and is still learning how friendship works and what gender means. As far as she's aware, why wouldn't two girls kiss? Why wouldn't two boys kiss? Who cares? She just started school for the first time at like fifteen and they're mean to her and also her father figure just died and before that she lived in a cabin in the woods in near total isolation.
I mean, it's mostly a joke, I know. But it doesn't really land for me because, like. All that.
Which 1-on-1 interaction was the worst sin of Stranger Things 5 to exclude?
Will and El
Joyce and Mike
Joyce and Jonathan
Joyce and El
Will and Jonathan
El and Max
El and Dustin
Lucas and Dustin
Robin and Steve
El and Jonathan
Nancy and Robin
Other
jonathan byers week day 3 - the family / breakfast
stonathan making plans to see each other in new york, jonathan opens up about his food choices
You've told me a lot of shockers today, but that, that is the first lie
the kiss scene without kissing.
Lust in Translation (5227 words) by throttlegainwell
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Jancy Effect, Phone Sex, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04, Bad Dirty Talk, horny little weirdos trying to make do with a town that taps phones and a mother who picks locks and nosy little brothers Summary:
It takes him a moment to rifle through his memories and find the one that offers an explanation—the one that reassures him that it’s not them that’s not worth trying, but something less all-encompassing, more specific. So much was happening, catching them all up in a blur of motion and rapidly unfolding change—the sad mirror of seasons turning while they pulled up the roots that had just found nourishment for the first time—only to deposit them all here at the end of nowhere with nothing to do. But there it is: Nancy with her head on his shoulder and her toes in the lake at the close of a sweltering, earth-shattering summer of upheaval, asking if he would be open to phone sex; Jonathan reminding her with equal parts regret and squirming embarrassment that the Wheelers have an inconsistent track record where privacy is concerned and he would never be able to look Mrs. Wheeler in the eye again if she picked up the line and heard Jonathan jerking off over her daughter. Nancy’s face had gone a funny shade of puce as she agreed.
“Do you have a better idea?” he asks.
This is for Day 4: Hawkins/Sound, but I'm busy tomorrow, so I'm just posting it now. Please enjoy the silliest thing I've written in the last year and the first Jancy fic I've finished in a while.
#and i would like to thank the costume department for jonathan’s all black outfit
Oh, I thought of the stupidest fucking title that's so exquisitely lame that it's perfect, but I think maybe it's too ridiculous to use.
... Nah, I'm gonna use it. I have to. I think it sets up the right expectations for the fic.
Oh, I thought of the stupidest fucking title that's so exquisitely lame that it's perfect, but I think maybe it's too ridiculous to use.
so embarrassing to watch yourself become obsessed with a character that feels tailor made for you specifically to become obsessed with. feels like i fell into a trap made just for me. like damn they got me. those are all the things i like and go crazy for
Honestly, it's not my best work by a longshot, but it was really fun writing something silly and horny again. You may have noticed (or not) that my creative output of late, such as it is, has skewed rather... bleak.
And I haven't finished a Jancy work in ages. Like, fucking ages. I missed them.
Do the Wheelers know about Nancy's guns?
It doesn't even matter, tbh. Their enforced ignorance by S5 is risible in extent, so they probably didn't know. I was just thinking about it because in the fic I'm gonna post, Nancy is concerned about being overheard having phone sex so she's dressing it up in this really convoluted innuendo, and at one point she's talking about guns (it makes sense in context, barely, but that's the joke), and it's just funny if that would also be concerning and shocking if, say, Karen picked up the line and eavesdropped. Like, okay, her choices are horrify her mother talking about fucking her long-distance boyfriend or horrify her mother talking about her firearms progress.
There's a third option, of course (use different innuendo). She just has to make it weird right out of the gate.
