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hushbats · 9 months
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Jonathan Byers' Bogus Journey: Day 4
Read: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Read from the start on Ao3
Day 4: 08/17/1987
Syracuse, Kansas
We finally got back to Syracuse last night after the stupid stunt Steve pulled. We hid in the nearby woods until creepy guy gave up and moved on, and made our way to the rest stop once the coast was clear. We weren’t too far from town from what we could tell. We could have walked it in an hour or two maybe. But we got talking to a nice guy in the dingy diner we ate at and he offered to take us even though it was out of his way. We were really lucky to get here safely at all, no thanks to Steve. I can hardly talk to him without my barely constrained contained anger bubbling to the surface.
We had to spend the night in a crappy motel and wait until the tow company opened this morning. We were there first thing and got a truck out to the van in no time. I’m hoping we can get this fixed quickly and move on. Argyle’s birthday is the day after tomorrow so we only have a day left really to pull this off. I think we can do it if we drive non-stop like maniacs. I’m not a religious man, but if there is any god out there that can get me to Cali on time, I’m willing to convert.
“$800?! You’ve got to be kidding me?! There’s no way!”
“Look, I don’t know what to tell you, guy. It’s an aluminium radiator. That shit ain’t cheap. Plus, there’s the installation fee. If you boys have the money, I can have it all done by tomorrow morning. Let me know what you wanna do.”
“Come on. You gotta have an old one lying around?”
“’fraid not.”
$800!!! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUUCK! There is no God!!!
“Hey Jonathan, you hearing this?”
“Yeah, I heard. How much have we got?”
“I got $84.”
“Eddie?”
“Um…let’s see. I have $15 and a bag of chump change in the van.”
“How much chump change?”
“I dunno, man. Like, a normal bag full.”
“What the fuck is a nor- you know what never mind. I have $100. Steve, please tell me you have money?”
“Yeah, come on, rich boy! Cough it up. I know your daddy must have given you a fat wad before you left.”
“Shut the fuck up, Hargrove! You don’t know shit!”
“Get outta my face, Harrington! Unless you want me to rearrange yours.”
“Whoa, whoa, easy, easy! I know we’re stressed but now is not the time. What have you got, Steve?”
“$250.”
“Jesus Christ!”
“We’re screwed. We are so fucking screwed. Now I’ll never get to Argyle!! This is exactly why I wanted to take Steve’s car in the first place! I hope you’re happy, assholes!”
“Geez, Byers, fucking relax. We’ll figure something out.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“I’ve got an idea! But Billy’s not going to like it.”
“What? I don’t like that look, fucker! Whatever it is, I’m not doing it.”
“But you look so good all oiled up in short shorts.”
“Munson, no.”
“Munson, yes.”
“Why can’t you fucking do it?!”
“Pfft, no one wants to see my scrawny ass on a pole, trust me.”
“Oh my god! Are we pimping Billy?!”
“No, Steeeve. We are not pimping Billy. He’s simply going to offer his services to this fine establishment.”
“A flyer for an all-male strip club? Were the fuck did you even find that?!”
“Irrelevant. Steve, you go supervise Billy.”
“Wait, I never agr-”
“Wait, this place is back in Garden city! That’s, like, an hour away!!”
“Then, we better get to hitchhiking, Harrington. I heard you’re real good at it.”
“Aww, fuck. Seriously?! And why are you suddenly onboard with all this?”
“Don’t worry, Stevie. Billy is much better equipped to protect you from any truckers with less than noble intentions than Byers here.”
“Tch, Jon, you told them! Unbelievable.”
“What about you and Byers? Doesn’t seem fair that me and Harrington have to do all the grunt work.”
“Myself and Jonnie here will go peddle some of my wares to the wayward folk of Syracuse.”
“Whatever. Maybe Garden city has some hot metalheads that don’t make their boyfriends sell their bodies for money that I could hook up with.”
“Baby, stop being so dramatic. We all know you do that shit for free anytime we’re in Boystown.”
“Fuck you. I’m outta here. Come on, Harrington.”
“Love you, too, sweetheart!”
“Uh, why do I have to go with you? You’ve never needed help dealing before.”
“We’re in unknown territory, Byers. You look shady and I look scary. Shit works better this way. It’s safer.”
“Gee, thanks. Well, you look shady and scary enough for the both of us? Why can’t you just do it and leave me out of it?”
“Oh Jonnie. Jonnie, Jonnie, Jonnie. Look, I’m doing you a favor here, man. Do you really want to go and watch Billy grinding on people? Yeah, didn’t think so. But if you really don’t want to come with me, I won’t make you, but I really could do with a lookout. You never know, right? Strength in numbers and all that.”
“Fine. But the minute shit starts to go sideways, you’ll get one warning shout and then I’m gone. You’ve fucked this trip up on me enough already, you’re not getting me arrested, too.”
“Eh, fair enough. I’ll take it.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it turns out, going with Eddie to deal drugs to get money for the new radiator probably was for the best after all. The deals went off, surprisingly, without a hitch. Syracuse is a sleepy town, even in the shadier areas. There wasn’t much need for a lookout which was fine by me. I was a little concerned about the quantity of drugs Eddie was carrying. I thought he might have had a couple of ounces of weed or whatever, but he had heavier stuff on him, too. Thank whatever God is out there that we never got pulled over and searched on this trip. I’m not really familiar with the law but I’m sure he had enough on him to land us all behind bars for a long time. Still, we are rid of it and Eddie now has more than enough to cover the rest needed for the radiator.  
We ended up at a bar to wait it out until Billy and Steve got back and Eddie somehow managed to sweet-talk the owner into letting him play for the patrons. I’ve heard Eddie play with his band a few times back at the Hideout and he exclusively played heavy metal – really heavy metal. The type where you can hardly discern the lyrics from all the low growl/singing and wailing guitar drowning it out. I don’t mind it so much. It’s no Clash, but I kind of like it. Well, it’s growing on me. But it’s definitely not the type of music that would appeal to the people here at this bar. So, I was pleasantly surprised when Eddie pulled an old, beat-up acoustic out of the back of his van. I didn’t know Eddie knew anything much outside of metal. The Woody Guthrie, Johnny Cash, and Bob Dylan I get. But he even had Fleetwood Mac in there! Which, like, what the fuck. Eddie Munson likes Fleetwood Mac?! I did not see that coming! He’s got a good voice too now that I can hear it. He should do things like this more often back home. The bar flies here are really eating it up and I’m sure they would back in Hawkins, too. He knows his audience and what they want.
“Woo-hoo! Hey Byers! Take a look at this! Another 110 bucks!”
“Whoa, man. That’s great! That guy gave you 110 bucks for singing for an hour?!”
“Not exactly. I actually paid him in a few joints to let me perform. I made all this through tips. Drunk people sure are extra generous with their money.”
“Holy shit! We’ve more than enough for the repairs and then some. I guess it’s lucky you brought your guitar and drugs. Thanks, man. And I’m sorry I keep snapping at you. You really came through.”
“Not a problem, Byers. I figured we might’ve needed some extra cash in case of an emergency and came prepared. See, I am the responsible one of the group!”
“Huh, I guess so…Wait! Hold up! You prepared – meaning you knew you could get the money together for the radiator yourself.”
“Sure did.”
“Then, why on earth did you send Billy and Steve to that strip club?!”
“Easy. Stevie has to see what he’s missing out on.”
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originalartblog · 3 months
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Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.
If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.
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gravizentrum · 3 months
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they put my bois in the puter...
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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months
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Sirius, after finding out about Jegulus: How could you do this to me? WHY would you do this to me?
James, distraught: Sirius, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd be this-
Sirius, crying: I was supposed to be best man for BOTH of you! Now I only get ONE chance?
Regulus, a bit irritated: Sirius, we've been dating for like two mon-
James, freaking out as well, now: FUCK, you're RIGHT! Oh Merlin, Reg, can we share him? Which side will he stand on? Will he go to both stag parties?
Regulus, leaning into the chaos, absolutely done: Remus is my best man.
Sirius, furious: WHAT?
James, triumphant: YES!
Remus: Absolutely not. I'm not being dragged into this.
Regulus, smirking: You'd walk down the aisle with Sirius.
Remus: ....alright.
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James, several hour later: Wait, Reggie, we're getting married?
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inkskinned · 3 months
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
#spilled ink#warm up#can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically#i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason#it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism.#and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out#we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you.#this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism#where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off.#your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell#at the industry - you are probably not listening .#anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit#but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance#> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally#> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field#> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :)#(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice#i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what.#cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men.#so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT.#instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them.#which btw. is like. actual feminism.)
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rocktheholygrail · 5 months
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2x13 || 3x13
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lollitree-art · 11 months
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AU where Philip keeps his promise for some reason
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hillhomed · 1 year
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I'M CATCHING UP WITH MYSELF
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saturdaysky · 7 months
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you lose sight of it, somehow, when you consort with gods: how fragile mortals are, and how precious.
[gale of waterdeep & my pc, mayhew of nowhere in particular]
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thehealingsystem · 1 year
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It's so wild to me that as a community we're still so hostile to multigender and genderfluid people existing in gay and lesbian spaces.
You...are aware that people who are both men and women are allowed to be gay, right? And lesbian? Their other genders doesn't cancel their connection to womanhood, or manhood, or whatever else they id with. They are allowed to be gay despite their fem-alignment, and they are allowed to be lesbian despite their masc-alignment.
It comes from these weird online spaces that the standard to be gay or lesbian is to be a "non-woman" or a "non-man," which is inherently transmultiphobic and...extremely ahistorical. And completely misunderstands nonbinary identity. So if you're both then you just don't belong anywhere I suppose.
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nordidia · 6 months
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raphie doodles from a rage filled day
(first one is the only kinda /srs one, u can laugh i promise bc if this wasnt me i'd laugh my ass off /pos) i had to project. also i love my friends sorry i yelled at yall xx
just period thingz... surely it has nothing to do with my genuine anger issues. no its just all hormones i promise guys. trust.
its a little pathetic i was genuinely warm inside and inches away from trashing my desk for ZERO FUCKING REASON. WHY?!?! WHAT THE FUCKAEHNGHJSDAGHAH send me to hell im begging
that second panel is something i actually do irl to iben when i need him to stfu so fucking immediately and he has dubbed it "the jojo stare" and its so fucking funny until i need him to stfu so fucking immediately (he drew this one time when i did it at him)
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bixels · 3 months
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Jesus man, relax.
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starkmurdocks · 2 years
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so let me get this straight: the try guys were quite literally living their best lives when ned decided to (again, quite literally) fuck around?
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ssaseaprince · 2 months
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My Hannibal presentation for school
Why NBCs Hannibal is a comedy instead of a horror show...
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gaysforbyler · 2 months
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I still don’t understand how the fandom decided that MIKE was the more emotionally closed off one out of the two of them.
Mike, who spills his guts every time Will so much as looks at him in S4, who calmly explained to El how she hurt him after Will’s body was found in S1, who is famous for giving heartfelt monologues, and is literally seen as the HEART of the Party.
And Will, who lied to his mom about the mind flayer in S2, AND to Mike about the painting, just so he wouldn’t be a bother. Who pretended to like baseball just because it would make Lonnie happy. Who hasn’t told a single soul about being in love for YEARS, and would happily take that secret to his grave.
Yeah, Mike cries less. That doesn’t mean that he isn’t extremely emotionally intelligent, or that Will isn’t constantly suffering in silence. Mike works through his emotions logically, Will bottles them up until he breaks down. The only times Mike actually hides his emotions is when he’s scared. The only times Will DOESNT hide his emotions is when he’s with Mike or Jonathan.
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ohno-the-sun · 2 months
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Alright here is the full sun ending finally for the mad scientist au
Was posted as the poll results on Twitter but I’ll finally share them here too
You can read the full saga here
Sorry you’ll have to scroll to the top of the tag
Maybe I’ll make a guide for it
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