so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig
I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.
I think this is important because a lot of us forget the power of stories to make us feel things about characters who are not like us, who have experienced things that we never will. The purpose of listening to someone else’s story should not necessarily be identification, but understanding.
What monster covers a painted lady house in landlord white?!
I dont even want to imagine the horrors they did to the interior
Okay, so, I’m not sure what the complaint here is, personally - I am confident it could be improved with more varied whites, but I also quite like the look as is.
Steve not only truly let’s go of Nance, but seemingly doesn’t end up with anyone? Nor does he get his 4-6 little nuggets. Sure they mentioned several feminine names, but I’m not convinced Steve seriously dated any of them—if he dated them at all. I don’t think Steve’s above making romantic partners up. Not for street cred, but so people (Robin) wouldn’t worry about him. Because Steve is alone. He clearly didn’t stick with the family business (law), and I’m willing to bet he either got cutoff (makes sense in a way, he is about 24 or 25) or he refused Harrington money so he could set off on his own path.
He’s the sex ed teacher to be a coach, as most schools require coaches to teach one other class. He gets to keep sports and kids in his every day life—but they’re not his kids. They’re not his best friends. They’re not his family.
He’s happy for everyone being able to move on, but here he is. Making a name for himself as Coach Steve who tows his home around with a Chevy. He can’t even afford a lot in Forest Hills yet, but it’s in his plans.
I fear he’s lonely.
But when he does finally get his lot, maybe it’s close to where the Munsons stayed. I don’t think Wayne stayed behind after everything. After Eddie passed, maybe he left town the way his nephew always dreamed of. Got out of Hawkins for him.
Maybe Steve gets their old lot.
It looks nice. It looks homey, even pretty. His nice trailer on their lot, a little container garden of herbs and basic veggies as a makeshift front yard.
He’s still lonely.
Until he starts to notice things. Things being moved around overnight… Nothing big, just small trinkets. Loose change, a little figurine Dustin gave him that Mike made. It’s supposed to be him, he can vaguely see the resemblance but it doesn’t really matter. Sometimes he feels like he’s being watched at night but he chalks it up to the new neighborhood. One night he woke he thought he saw a shadowy figure watching him from the doorway—that made his blood run cold but when he turned on the light, he saw nothing.
He thinks he’s losing it, but continues his new life like nothing changed. Until one day something reminds him of all the hell they survived, it triggers him. He doesn’t cope that well so he goes out and buys himself a nice bottle of wine, convinces himself he’ll just indulge in a glass or two every night from now on, just to help him rest at night, a reward for the day. Until he drinks too much considering his tolerance has gotten low, and he suddenly has an errand he needs to run that can’t wait until morning. He knows where he left his keys but when he goes to reach for them, he can’t find them.
A very frustrated Steve starts tearing up his tiny home until he does find them, having no idea how they ended up in the lone saucepan he leaves on the stovetop but he doesn’t have time to think about it because the moment he reached for it, the saucepan is thrown across the kitchen.
Steve’s heart hammers in his chest as he starts to conjure up every supernatural possibility relating to the Upside Down… until he turns to come face to face with the very much dead Eddie Munson. Steve wonders if he’s hallucinating, finally snapped, but all at once it occurs to him he hasn’t been losing his mind.
