Basically summed up
This is my reminder that when looking for his brother at his father's house, Jonathan looked in the trunk of Lonnies car. What the actual fuck happened in the Byers house that Jonathan believed Lonnie would be capable of hurting/killing Will?
Also a reminder that Jonathan faced Lonnie, his abuser, alone for a small chance at finding Will, fought a demogorgon for him, got into a fight with Steve when he said Will deserved what happened to him, and planned his little brother, his best friend in the entire world and the person he loved most funeral alone because he couldn't stand the idea of letting Will down again and letting Will sit in a freezer. And carried the blame of what happened to Will without ever letting Will know because he didn't want his brother to worry about him.
Good stuff.
“They can be dangerous,” said Jane calmly. “But they are not very big.” She lifted her hand again and sent them away even farther, chittering shrieks fading as they scampered into the woods.
There were so many words trying to spill out of Lucas’s mouth but all he could manage was “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” over and over like some kind of mantra as Max faintly mumbled “Not very big?”, so it ended up being Dustin who managed to say what they were all thinking.
“Max was right! You do have superpowers!”
“That’s not what I said,” said Max, but Jane was already glancing between them hesitantly. Okay, Dustin might have yelled it. “But like, you do, don’t you?”
“Did you not see the way she moved them with her mind?”
chapter nine: hide and seek, freak
Just some of my favourite.
That relatable (older) Gen Z memory: when all the projectors and white boards got replaced by Smart Boards™ around like fifth grade and none of the teachers knew how to use them but they Had To Use them otherwise the school just wasted a bunch of money and it was a rlly weird transition
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I'm fucking crying. I need to write an essay on Hamlet but this fucking shit came out of no where.
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