well, you can hide a lot about yourself/ but, honey, what are you gonna do?/ and you can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain't through with you/ 'cause we are all a bunch of liars, tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?

"do it scared" this "do it tired" that. well no one ever talks about the fucking insurmountable "do it with greasy hair"

"i want to work on a hobby but i wont because i should be doing more important things" <- person who isnt gonna do either of those

no, actually, i can’t be friends with someone who has opposing political views. this is mostly due to the fact my views are “people deserve rights”

why is this framed all cutesy??

went through and found every scene of henry tweaking for editors/people who enjoy the catharsis of watching louis mccartney scream his head off (me)

my toxic trait as a writer is that I’ll be like “I have free time. I am going to write right now” and then I. don’t

season 5 el if the duffers actually cared about their female characters

people on this website loves days and dates. you could make a post that says “it’s sweet fat of the hog tuesday” and people would go nuts reblogging it every tuesday

I don’t think people really understand how horrifying Henry’s story is. Like…imagine you’re 8 years old, and you’ve just come off this massively traumatizing self-defense struggle where you had to kill a guy, and now this alien invades your body, but you cannot tell ANYONE because they all think you’re insane. And it makes you hurt animals, hurt people, even though you really really really try not to, because it’s hungry and it wants energy and more than anything it wants you broken so it can take over your (recently awakened and wholly unfamiliar) psychic powers that no one in the world could possibly explain to you.

And then you meet this doctor and he believes you and he seems to want to help—or maybe he doesn’t, you can’t really tell, you’re only 14 and he’s the only person who isn’t scared to touch you let alone stay in your presence for longer than a minute or two, and he knows you’re never going to be normal, you never stood a chance, and you know it too—and then things go to shit because you get scared of him and your mom sells you out to him and the monster takes advantage of your pain and fear to make you kill her and wow, look at that, the only person who understands is that fucking doctor again!

So you end up in his government lab and it just…metastasizes into this breeding program because the government wants more kids like you, and the only silver lining is the repressor chip the doctor built to keep the monster from taking over again. And it stays that way for 20 years until you try to help one of your children (siblings? The doctor uses the words interchangeably) escape, and she refuses to go without you, so you go “I’m sure it’ll be fine” and let her take the chip out.

And then you blink and suddenly everyone’s dead and you’re being pushed through a rip in space-time to a planet where you’re 99% sure no one will ever find you—not that anyone wants to find you, because you’re pretty sure that doctor was plenty satisfied having Eleven, so why would he look for you at all? And you’re also pretty sure you died on impact, but that’s not really important because THE FUCKING MONSTER LIVES THERE. AND YOU CANT RUN THIS TIME 😐 WHERE DO YOU RUN ON A FOREIGN PLANET INHABITED BY A SMOKE MONSTER.

So you accept your fate because what other option is there at this point, and you’re in the middle of almost being able to reach your home planet when all of a sudden you’re 1) being thrown through a window, 2) being forced to relive that thing in the cave that sparked all this, 3) being preached at by some coddled teenager who thinks he could somehow understand you, 4) being violently decapitated by your former classmate while you mentally beg her not to hurt you because it wasn’t you, it was never you, and she knows that because her kid fucking said it out loud, but she’s doing it anyway.

And that’s your life up to age 40—which is only half your expected life span—and 32 years of it were spent suffering unimaginable horrors with no one there to help you. No one ever came to save you except for that stupid fucking doctor! And they’re all going to blame you instead of the monster because it makes them feel like righteous heroes instead of misinformed children who killed the wrong fucking guy because that same righteousness prevented them from asking even a single question in regards to your situation.

Oh yeah and also your body rotted down to shattered bones, but the monster has just been puppeting it using its tentacles.