I know I have been quiet for a while, what with life and all, but I have also been obsessed with watching Stranger Things!
And I am now extremely stressed out about it because I want to know what happens to Nancy!
I could be wrong, but I like to guess anyway so I bet that the song needed to save Nancy will ‘Take My Breath Away’ by Berlin and that it will be Robin who knows this because 1, she is a major movie buff and 2, she has been in Nancy’s room:
The fact that I’ve been stalking the ST tags and still haven’t found a gifset of Max’s epic 100 yard dash to escape her inner demons is a crime I think
Stranger Things s4 is worth watching if only for the scene where the depressed, suicidal 15 year old outruns the literal demons in her own head towards the light of her loved ones while Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush plays
the cinematics in this scene tho >>>>> the build up and tension by just increasing the volume of the music>>> kate bush ATE.
if a demon from the upside down’s about to kill me and you need to find out what my favorite song is, please just tell my mother i love her. i can’t choose my favorite song for the life of me.
oh, i just saw that this episode and the previous one were directed by shawn levy. yeah, it shows.
steve and his weird-ass improvised weapons, man
DUCK HUNT, OMG YESSSSSSSSS
TFW steve is the only one making sense.
i love robin so much hahahahaha
okay, but they’re taking argyle with them, aren’t they? aren’t they???
MAX, MY QUEEN ❤️️
ROBIN. OH MY GOD. ABSOLUTE ICON.
LEGENDDDDDDDDD.
christ, is he running around shoeless?
okay, of all the scary things that have happened in the season so far, the scratching on the desk was the WORST.
seriously? they’ve got semi-autos and not ONE bullet hits him?? worse than stormtroopers, for frick’s sake
DRIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEEE
oh, i hope they don’t kill him, i like him
this flashback is *chef’s kiss*, as is robert englund in the role of creel
listen… it’s the dark (as in the netflix show dark) theory of cursed fictional towns: if something strange is happening, even if you think it’s related to some weird facility that popped up in your town a definite number of years ago… it actually started way, way before that.
it’s survivor’s guilt, is what it is. survivor’s guilt and PTSD. i like this. this makes sense.
also, sadie is definitely the MVP the season. oh my god.
oh god. and with cassettes? it will take FOREVER to find the right song, jfc #FeelingAncient
okay. that montage of memories. MY FEELS. #MyChildren
oh, that ending. ❤️️
LOL, i figured they’d do the sneaky end credits casting reveal, but i thought they’d do it for you-know-who, not for robert englund.
Billy as a Russian super soldier because canon is irrelevant and I can do what I want. Billy Hargrove is dead. Let The Phoenix rise. (Click for clarity)
about. steve and you cross paths, only for him to out find some bad news about you.
warnings.foul language, s4 spoilers sorta
ricky rocks. anotha one also part two or nah?
“long time, no see, harrington,” you nod as you pass him before looking up and unintentionally connecting eyes with five other people at once. “and kids…”
you nod again in acknowledgement, getting a good look before making a move to walk away from the car they were all huddled around, but steve grabs your arm, “hey, what’s going on?”
“i don’t know what you mean.”
he rolls his eyes, still holding your bicep firmly. he tips his head toward the swarm of law enforcement in the front of a house before raising a brow, “you’re telling me this is nothing?”
“just about.”
“y/n.”
“what?”
“i think we need to talk.”
you and steve go back; way back since pre-school days, and although neither of you were ever truly close, there was a mutual understanding that you both had each other’s backs.
you both came from similar backgrounds; life set up since day one, given nice cars, lived in nice houses, and grew up in the hawkins country club aspect for loser adults trying to relive high school popularity by flaunting money.
and you were only tied more together by the strange and abnormal encounters and fights for life against the sci-fi creatures that had no faces and were cover in head to toe with slime—that eventually turned into something way bigger than the mind could fathom.
ever since the mall fire during the summer after senior year, you hadn’t seen steve or any of his nerd posse—till now.
you almost thought you were seeing things, but then again, you should have guessed that when anything remotely strange or out of the normal happened in hawkins, they’d always turn up, immediately on the case.
just never this fast.
“i think i’m dying.”
“what?”
you stood in front of steve, nancy, robin, and three of his freshman friends. their presence made you suddenly anxious and you couldn’t help but begin to talk out of your ass as you slightly paced back and forth in your parents living room.
how steve coaxed you into talking to them—you weren’t sure—but it didn’t take long and it seemed you were almost more than willing to allow them into your home by the way you so easily opened your front door and offered snacks and refreshments.
yep, you were definitely dying.
they watched you with sudden concerned and confused looks, not knowing what to say and not expecting you to throw them this type of curve ball.
“brandon,” you mumbled, your hands shaking out in front of you. “jesus, i can’t even think straight…” you place your hand on your forehead, thinking over whether or not you should ever be speaking right then. “he’s dead.”
“who’s brandon?” dustin glances around to everyone but you, afraid to make eye contact almost.
“her boyfriend,” steve whispers, speaking as if you can’t hear them. and you almost couldn’t.
“i can’t even-i don’t even know-“
“hey, hey,” steve stops you in your tracks of speaking, sitting up from the chair he previously sat in. “you don’t have to say anything right now, just breathe. sit down.”
steve liked you, a lot. like, since day one, even as kids, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.
there was just something about you. you had a good head on your shoulders, you knew what you wanted, you didn’t let anything or anyone knock you off your feet, and you didn’t need anyone to save you. he hated that fact—the fact that you didn’t need him and he hated that sometimes it seemed you weren’t anything more than acquaintance.
“sit down,” he pulled you by the arm till you were close enough for him to place a hand on your waist, carefully guiding you to the chair he was previously in, giving you a soft look. “just breathe for a moment, alright?”
everyone glanced to each other at the gesture, almost not believing it. they looked to steve now where he stood in your place, his hand stroking his chin in thought, “i think it’s time we call in your pal eddie.”
**
it seemed you were in and out of sensibility as you thought over the past 24 hours, not believing it was real. you felt crazy, not being able to keep a stable thought in your head for more than a minute before turning into an emotional mess.
steve knew you weren’t in your right mind, especially after you let eddie into your home without a second thought. he didn’t think you even processed that moment or even realized what you were doing until—
“who are you?”
something you asked twenty minutes after he had been in your home.
“i’m eddie.”
“i think i know you.”
“well i hope so since we’ve been in school together since middle school before you graduated.”
“right,” you narrowed your brows, but didn’t say anything else, not knowing what to even make of him.
you knew eddie, but he was never someone you had ever talked to or had any interactions with. you didn’t care for him; you found him obnoxious and practically repulsing when you were still in school together—but right now, by the way he was looking at you—you didn’t mind him at all.
his expression was soft and full of sympathy, like he understood what was going through your mind and why you seemed so…bipolar in emotions.
“y/n, eddie’s here to talk.”
“why?”
“because what happened to you, is exactly what happened to him.”
you still had narrowed brows as you stared at him, not knowing what to say. there was a small proportion of recognition that struck you when you stared at eddie, not nearly enough for you to trust him, nor enough for you to spill your guts out to him about how your boyfriend was practically castrated right in front of your eyes.
“you’re afraid?”
you slowly nodded your head, eyes wide, not understanding the willingness that has suddenly taken over you, “yes.”
he nods and you feel the need to continue to explain yourself.
“i can’t get that image out of my head. god, i don’t even know if it was…”
“real?”
“yeah.”
he nods again.
“you said you think you’re dying, why?” he sat right across from you on your carpeted floor, now eyeing you carefully with the same cautiousness you had in your own pupils.
“because… the things that were happening to brandon before he was fucking possessed… are happening to me.”
“what do you mean,” he starred at you strangely now, his head slightly tipping, watching you carefully just as the rest of them did.
“the bloodied noses, the nightmares, the headaches, that noise…” you cringed as you spoke, almost shying away from saying more.
“what noise?” robin was leaned forward on her knees, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“a clock.”
it seemed right as you said it, the sound echoed through the room and the lights begun to flicker till there was no light at all and the only breathing body was you.
“you’re fucking kidding me,” your head lifted toward the hallway that opened up to your living room; exactly where the noise was coming from.
this had only happened once before; the first day you had come back from college while you were throwing up in your childhood bathroom. you couldn’t figure it out, you had never been sick before—not like that, but then suddenly your world turned dark and the sound of that damned clock was one of the only things you could hear.
you got to your feet slowly, continuing to stare into the dark as the sound echoed throughout your now empty home. the sound was jarring and something about it made you want to follow it like the last time. you were losing your mind, you had to get out of there.
you turned, only for your body to match right up against an unintelligible one. one much larger than your own.
your eyes went wide immediately, feeling a scream rip through your throat as fear set in fast and your head tipped to see such a haunting face you had never seen before.
“hello, y/n,” it looked like it smiled, examining your frightened state as you stared in paralyzed state. “your time is running thin,” it took a step forward, closer and closer. “you will soon be mine.”
you back peddle, fast, not thinking, not processing, but soon landing on your ass and back into the light where you sat in the same place before but with a pair of hands on your face, with voices yelling and screaming you back to conscious.
you were in shock, your limbs were numb and you could barely keep yourself up in a sitting position. you were breathing hard like you had been holding your breath for the past minute, practically dry heaving, feeling your stomach fold up into itself.
“what happened?” steve’s face was the only thing your could see as his hands clasped your face hard, his nose practically touching yours as he starred at you wide-eyed, dipped in fear.
you starred back, feeling every nerve slowly come back to life within your body—drawing out into a painful process. your body begun to shake, tears flooding into the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t even begin to process the switch between realities.
“steve, get out of her face, she’s going to throw up!” robin was yanking at his shoulder despite his constant persistence, clinging to your body.
“are you okay?”
everyone stood around you, wide eyes, wide with fear, wide with concern.
“are you okay?”
“what happened?”
**
“i was here, and then i wasn’t, but it’s like nothing changed other than you all being gone,” you stood now, guiding them all through the process of your episode. “it was that sound, that fucking clock sound, and i turned and it was something, like something you’d see out of a fucking movie, like the weird alien-monster things we’ve seen before. i don’t know—”
“vecna.”
“what?”
“she saw vecna,” dustin looks between everyone who all have seemed to agree with this consolation.
“will someone please translate what he just said?”
“vecna,” steve repeated, glancing up to you from the sudden heavy gloom laid upon him. “he’s the reason everyone’s been dying lately, you see him, you’re in an automatic death sentence… but you already knew that…”
you starred at him in disbelief, your eyes switching between each teen that sat on your couch, all avoiding eye contact at the truth that filled the air.
“you’re fucking with me,” you scoffed, turning on your heal and beginning to pace. “of fucking course.”
“you don’t seemed so… terrified about this anymore,” max is quick to elbow lucas in the ribs who winces.
you ignore it, suddenly annoyed at the swift depressive mood change, “how do we kill this motherfucker?”
**
“you’re not giving up on me, are you steve?”
“of course not.”
the two of you stood on your back porch after steve had lightly pulled you by the elbow, recommending catching some fresh air.
you don’t believe his words. he seemed tired with almost the look of sadness in his eyes. this observation causes you to frown as you tip your head, slightly coming closer to steve to look at him better, “than why does it look like you’re the one dying and not me?”
he scoffs, “y/n.” he gets taller, straightening his posture from where he was previously leaned on your railing. he turns even more serious and it makes you frown. “why didn’t you tell me?”
“what would have made a difference?”
“we could have caught it earlier.”
“and be in the same position as we are in now?”
he doesn’t say anything, but still stares at you with a look that makes your chest tighten and your skin begin to flare up in heat.
and then, “i’m sorry about brandon.”
he wasn’t. he never liked him.
“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” he takes a step closer to you, his hand now clasping your arm. “we’re going to figure this out, i promise.”
“don’t promise me anything, stevie,” your hand softly caressed his cheek, giving him a thinned lip smile before walking inside, leaving him to himself outside.
This is my tribute to dear Billy Kametz and his friends and family. He was not just the voice of the beloved Ferdinand von Aegir and many others, but an aspiring friend that lit up everyone’s world. Thank you for making a huge difference in our lives, myself included. You will always remain in our hearts
