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favourite storyline in terms of upside down lore?

oooo this is hard... hmmm it's gotta be that it's frozen in time to when will was kidnapped. like I wanna know, did henry do that?? did will??

He's judging all of you

Made a comeback with new artstyle

Headcanons since everyone else are busy dealing with leaks

Modern Day Party and their favorite anime shows lol

You can send headcanon ideas btw! (No ship for now please ☺️)

Chapter 1 - The Contact

What happens when we die? Many people who have experienced a NDE describe it as a slow fall into a deep sleep state, the numbness and the tingling in the limbs, the rapid but heavy breathing that suddenly slows down to stop. The most religious minded people will probably add something like a warm and blinding light in front of them to that, or the feeling of calmness and peace, or even the feeling of hearing angelic voices in the distance.

Well he didn’t feel any of that. When death was about to take Eddie Munson’s last breath, everything he could sense in that moment were Dustin’s arms around him, the warm tears of his friend falling on his face, and the desperation in his voice.

He had let himself go, giving up fighting, and death came to him faster than he had ever thought.

But when Eddie Munson’s heart had stopped beating for more than 10 minutes, something inside him had started to change, to mutate. He had reawakened, gasping for air and coughing as if he had just escaped drowning. He sat up, looking around him, searching for his young friend, but everything was frighteningly calm and he soon realized that he was alone. Completely alone.

He looked down at his body, blood stains everywhere on his shirt, his black jeans ripped on his left knee. He slowly moved his hands near to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to his sternum and finding out numerous wounds, bite marks. Healed.

How was that even possible?

He touched the greenish scars on his stomach and on his sides, the flesh rough and thick. They looked like past injuries, like the one he had on his right elbow, from when he had fallen off of his bicycle, in the summer of ‘78. 

With a loud groan he managed to get up, standing on his feet, looking for signs of life around him. 

“Dustin!” he screamed from the top of his lungs “Harrington?! Wheeler?!” 

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted once again 

“Robin?! Dustin!” 

He felt the panic fill his chest, an unbearable weight in his stomach made it difficult for him to breathe. What the hell happened? Where’d they all gone? Were they okay? Were they dead? Was he dead? 

Death had destined him to remain forever in the upside down, a punishment for his recklesness in life, a punishment for being the son of his father. He cursed, bringing his hands up on his head and pacing back and forth trying to think about his next move.

And suddenly, it hit him. The portal on his trailer’s ceiling.

He began running towards it, moving quickly past the bicycle from which he had fallen moments before the demobats had attacked him. He reached the caravan in a short time, speeding towards the entrance, slamming the door.

He felt his blood froze in his veins. The portal had disappeared. His trailer was empty, infested by those infernal roots and there was no way out. He cried out Dustin’s name, scared and confused, and dragged himself out of the trailer.

“Surely there’s some other way out” he whispered to himself as he walked across the decadent trailer park, when he heard the shrieks of the demobats in the distance.

Not again

He turned around and saw the bats flying towards him. A red lightning struck the sky in two. He started running again, without following a specific direction. Suddenly he stumbled on a root and fell to the ground.

This time it would be over.

He raised an arm to shield his face from the bats’ attacks, closed his eyes and waited for death to come and kiss him once again.

But instead, a chilling silence fell around him.

He slowly, carefully opened his eyes and moved his hand away to look right in front of him and find out that the flock of bats had stopped and was levitating before him.

“What in the hell..” he murmured as he moved his hand down and looked at the strange prodigy happening in front of him.

He got up from the ground and cautiously walked towards one of the bats, his fingers getting closer to it. He almost bursted out in an hysterical laugh when it flew over his arm, perching on his forearm.

Fly away

The bats suddenly moved in sync and began flying away, leaving Eddie shocked and speechless.

Now he was controlling them? Was their venom the reason why he was still alive?

He decided to leave those questions unanswered for the moment and started, once again, to walk, hoping to find a way out of the upside down.

Suddenly he remembered about the communication between sources of electricity.

Bingo.

Now he had a plan.

He searched in each and every trailer for a contact and as strange as it might sound, he found nothing.

Maybe the trailer park was left without electricity after their battle with Vecna.

He decided to walk out of it and finally, in the distance, he spotted a place in which he was 100% sure he would have found someone to communicate with.

The old Lloyd family diner.

“Shit” she whispered when a splash of ketchup stained her uniform on her chest.

She quickly grabbed a wet towel to try to wipe it off, but all she did was spread the stain even more on the minty green fabric of her waitress uniform. 

She tossed the wet cloth into the sink of the kitchen and moved towards the pitcher of coffee, taking it in her hand and walking towards the door that connected the back of the diner to the main room. 

 It was 9:25 pm of a spring rainy night and the diner was practically empty, just 35 minutes away from closing time. She was glad to know that no one would have asked for coffee at that time of the day, you shouldn’t mess up with caffeine. After serving desserts to a table, she spent the last 25 minutes of her work shift cleaning the counter, and then proceeded to take the garbage bags and take them in the back of the diner. She walked out the back door dragging the heavy black sack on the floor and once she approached the dumpster, with a big push of her legs and a hit from her abdomen, she managed to throw the garbage into it. She huffed, fixing a lock of her hair behind her ear and started walking back into the diner when the outside lamp that was hanging on the door began to flicker. She stopped, raising her head to look at the luminescent bulb, and after some moments, the flickering stopped.

“Janet” she called walking back into the main room “I think it’s time to change the light bulb outside”

The owner of the diner, Janet, was sitting on one of the red bar stools and nodded when the girl walked past her.

“I’ll tell Harry to go buy a new one”

Y/n smiled and began taking the baby pink apron of her uniform off, when suddenly Janet stopped her.

“My dear, actually, i needed to ask you something”

Y/n looked at her, waiting for the woman to continue with her request.

“Since Claire is helping with the homeless in town, I need you to take care of the closing cleanup tonight”

Y/n smiled, frowning “But you didn’t tell me, this morning. I didn’t warn my mother”

“I know darling, but I really need you to stay here and do the closing for me. Can you?”

Oh, Y/n hated her. That woman, her fake kindness and her manipulative ways. Well at least she wouldn’t have had to spent the evening locked in her room, with her mother complaining by the phone and worrying about what was happening in Hawkins.

Janet had decided to keep the diner open, despite everything.

“Yeah, it’s fine” Y/n smiled nodding “I’ll call my mother later”

“Thank you dear” Janet smiled going in the back of the diner to collect her things before leaving.

In about 20 minutes, Y/n found herself alone in the middle of the diner, Janet had left and the last two customers too. Now the main room was silent and Y/n sighed looking around her for things to do. She decided to start by sweeping the floor. She walked to the vintage juke-box and picked a song.

A-ha’s “Take on me” would have been good to start.

She grabbed the broom in her hands and started brushing the floor in pace with music, ending dancing around the room using it as a dance partner. She twirled towards the counter and reached out to take a wet cloth to clean the cream white resin surface. The song eventually ended and the juke-box emitted a noise similar to a click before starting to play music from the speakers once again.

The opening melody of Karma Chameleon by Culture Club began ringing through the room.

“Ugh, I love this song!” she exclaimed to herself, keeping on dancing as she cleaned the diner’s bar surface.

Suddenly she realized that music had distracted her from realizing that the bright panel on which the menu was written, was flickering like the lightbulb of the backyard had done several moments before.

No, not flickering. The light tiles on which the letters were printed lit up intermittently.

“This place is falling apart..” she whispered to herself as she walked towards the power outlet to pull the panel’s plug off.

But then, she realized. She stopped in front of the panel, a shiver was running down her spine and made her snort loudly, as if she was cold.

The tiles always lit up in the same sequence.

H E L L O

“What the hell..” she said slightly moving away from the luminous panel, feeling a little bit scared.

Was the menu trying to talk to her?

Then the flickering seemed to stop.

She walked back to the juke-box, turning it off. Now the room was glacially silent.

She stared at the tiles for a while, but nothing happened.

She chuckled to herself

“I’ve been watching way too many movies”

But then there it was again, the panel started lighting up and this time the tiles were lit much faster. She quickly grabbed her notebook for orders from the uniform’s pocket and leaned against one of the tables to write the sequence of letters down.

M U N S O N

E D D I E

H E R E

She read aloud, “Eddie Munson?”

Wasn’t he on the missing people list?

She watched the three words written down on her notebook and for a moment, she thought she was crazy. The panel was trying to communicate? What the fuck was wrong with her? And above all, Eddie Munson what? She didn’t even know him in person. She had met him like two times in her whole life and they didn’t even talk.

H E N D E R S O N

N E E D

D U S T I N

“Oh damn, alright that’s enough” she said walking towards the diner’s telephone. She didn’t know Dustin Henderson’s home telephone number, but she knew someone that could have helped her with it.

She dialed the number by memory. The phone rang four times before someone picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Steve” she said as soon as she recognized the voice from the other side of the call

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n”

“Oh hey, Y/n” he said, obviously surprised by the phone call.

They knew eachother since they were kids, their mothers were close friends, but anyway this was the first time in 4 years that they actually talked to eachother. They had chosen different paths.

“Is everything okay?”

“Steve I know this might sound ridiculous but I need you to give me Dustin Henderson’s home telephone number”

She heard him scoffing from the other side

“What? Why would you need Henderson’s phone number?”

“It’s difficult to explain.”

“Y/n, do you realize this isn’t normal? You calling at my house’s phone at 10 pm to ask me about Dustin Henderson? Where are you, are you okay?”

She stayed silent for a bit, then she realized that the only way to get Dustin’s help was convince Steve to take him to her.

“No, I really need you and Dustin to come here, at the Lloyd’s diner as soon as possible Steve”

“Hey, did something happen to you?”

“No it’s not about me, I’m fine, it’s..”

She took a deep breath before letting it slip out of her lips

“I think Eddie Munson is talking to me through the menu’s light panel”

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One of the reasons I don't really support or participate in shipping. I also don't care for how it leads to the endless infighting between fans.

Not worth the energy.

I heard the stories about the Supernatural fandom (irl shippers mostly) harassing the talent and it scared me. I'm sad to think this is also happening to the Stranger Things talent.

Hello and welcome to my Ted Talk, kids.

First off, I just want to clarify: I’m sure people who write fics like this put a lot of work into them, but that doesn’t make them okay.

Fan fictions about real people aren’t okay.

I actually can’t believe this is something I have to say, but it’s a subject that’s been irking me since I joined tumblr. Fanfics featuring famous actors “x reader” have been popping up on my dash since I signed up on this hellsite.

Imma jump right into this shit and just say:

Actors are fucking people.

Newsflash! They’re human beings, they have feelings and emotions. Them working in the entertainment industry doesn’t lessen their humanity. Writing these fics, even reading them, is horribly invasive and morally just wrong. You’re de-humanising these people and treating them like fictional characters. Actors aren’t toys for your amusement, to use and bend and manipulate as you like.

They’re also just… weird? Like, why would you do that?

It’s one thing to have a crush on an actor or actress, it’s another thing to write out your fantasy and post it online for people to read, thereby creating a community for it and normalising the practise.

Writing it and posting it is crossing a line. A visible, obvious line.

One common argument is probably something like, “Oh but Ely, they’re famous! They’ll never see it!”

Bullshit.

It doesn’t matter if they’ll see it or not, and you can’t guarantee they won’t. Say curiosity strikes them and they wander into this hellhole of weird, creepy fics about THEM. Even if the scenario is unlikely, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s all still so weird.

You’re taking a person who you find physically attractive, throwing their personality out the window and moulding them into your exact type, and then using their name to write out your daydreams and fantasies. Then you post it, knowing other people also have crushes on this person and might read it. It spreads around and around, gaining notes and popularity, and I sit back in complete awe that people can be SO FUCKED UP.

Take a fanfic about Finn Wolfhard for example. Here are a couple of excerpts:

First off: the dude literally isn’t even in character.

Actually, let me pause.

He’s not a character. This isn’t an OOC situation, it’s OOP, or, out of person. Because he’s a person. With feelings. Imma keep sayin that shit so it sinks in nice and good for all you twelve year olds.

Second, literally what in the absolute fuck.

I sniff you, you sniff me! That’s totally fucking NORMAL.

Another category of fics like these are “actor x actor”. Like, fillie, and fack. Y’know, two friendships that were ruined by people who ship the actors together? Finn and Millie don’t even INTERACT anymore (I’m pretty sure they’ve been coached not to) because of insta stans and weirdos on tumblr who ship them together and make every photo and video into something romantic. Millie’s had to delete photos with Finn in them off of her instagram page because she got so many “OMG FILLIE 😍” comments. That’s some toxic fucked up shit. 

You may not think it, but the fandom has impact, especially as a collective. One person shipping fillie and writing about it may not seem like a big deal, but one becomes two and two becomes three and then you have a whole group of people doing it because “everyone else is so it must be okay!”

Nope. 

Here’s a thoughtful quote from a Reddit user: “The frightening attitude that some fans seem to have that a famous person somehow belongs to them, is connected to them personally, or owes them access to their life and mind.”

I’m so sick and tired of seeing this shit. It’s wrong, it’s intrusive, and it implies that these human beings are no more important or valuable than fictional characters (who don’t have real emotions).

It’s bullshit and I’m not here for it.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Hi everyone, I just wanted to make a post saying I’m may not be posting for a while. I’m trying to find myself and figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’m so glad I had you all to support me and my work. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I hope soon. Thank you all. <33

Xoxo, Kylie