' haha hey i love the blood dripping from your face and the animal rage in your eyes whats your pronouns '
Mike, Lucas, and Dustin have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Like most young (dumb) kids do, they started a group youtube channel in 5th grade. They posted videos that were all ranging between 10 seconds and 2 minutes, each had one of them doing stupid shit and pretending to be a ghost and the other two trying to capture the ghost. As they got a bit older they realized that they're hometown actually is sorta Freaky with a capital F so they started doing research on it. This led them to making a tiktok account just filled with cryptid hunting videos, each with the Lowest of quality and Cheapest of tricks.
Towards the end of freshman year (9th [10th] grade) Dustin and Mike make some stupid bet which Mike inevitably loses. Blah blah blah, Mike has to go into the Creepy Scary Woods right at the edge of town and try to record the Creature people talk about all by his lonesome so he does because he's a man of his word. While in there he DOES end up finding a creepy mofo (first one he's ever really seen) and that shit almost kills him!! Dumbass trips over a root and his now lying on the ground facing up and the Creature is standing over him, scary as hell, right? WRONG! The creature looks super human close up and Mike.... reads way too many supernatural/fantasy romance novels (ao3 is a mighty fine place for him too) (he's watched supernatural). Mike, scared out of his mind and just sort of pathetic, compliments the creature's scary ass fang and blood stained mouth. Creature becomes confused, Mike freaking bolts and goes back to Lucas + Dustin.
Mike tries to continue living life as normally as he can but he's also keeping this super massive ground breaking secret to himself. He sneaks away as often as he can to go to the woods and try to find the creature. Mike also takes up hunting so he can try to lure the creature out to him. After a while the creature does in fact come to trust Mike, and Mike realizes just how strangely human this fella is. He names the creature Will and they become this really odd pair of friends.
Now, we've also got New Girl Max Mayfield. (Also known as MadMax, a popular tiktoker/youtuber with very believable ghost hunting videos.) When she first moved to the school district the boys were absolutely PISSED because Max meant competition. This is, of course, until they realized that Max had stopped uploading ghost content three months before she moved to Hawkins. Throughout the schoolyear, Max and Lucas had been sort-of-talking, not-really-dating, loyal-to-each-other-without-actual-commitment, so Max does in fact know the boys. She also knows that they're fakeasses who post shit/weird videos and, out of the three of them, Mike is the weirdest. Interestingly enough, Mike gets weirder! So Max hyperfixtes on figuring out what the hell is up and she does hella detective work!
Max follows Mike to the woods, waits for him, scares the shit out of him, then makes him tell her what's been going on! Mike really honestly does mean to keep it a secret, but Max is very oddly persuasive and, by this point in time (mid June), Mike has kept Will a secret for nearly three months! Because Mike shares his Weird story, Max shares hers
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considering how many transmascs were legitimately way angrier BEFORE starting T and have since calmed down significantly have we perhaps considered that maybe the reason so many cis dudes are angry and aggressive isn't because of testosterone but maybe. like. personal issues. unmet needs. a social climate that teaches them that there are only like three acceptable emotional outlets for men max and one of them is being angry and shouting
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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Uh-
just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.
@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance
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for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal
before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"
and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"
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Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖
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i lowkey forget that percy's full name is perseus. and like. that name goes so hard. because it just sounds like this mf could kick your ass. like imagine you're a junior in high school and your teacher introduces a new student by the name of 'perseus jackson'. and before you even raise your head to look at the guy. you just know this mf could clock you.
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In the same vein as the grounding question, just because I was confused by it, this is a much more direct question:
I recognize whooping runs the range of a swat or two on the leg to.... Well, some of us got beat fr😅. So imma give a preemptive Trigger Warning for Child Abuse if people decide to elaborate in the tags.
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