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demonkingvenom · 2 years

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thestobingirlie · 8 months

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speaking of characters' wealth! i always see billy stans talk about his critics being classist, but i've never seen any canon evidence that billy wasn't middle class or wealthier. billy drove a camaro, which is typically more expensive than a bmw (but steve's car was newer, so it's debatable). if they're taking the hargrove-mayfield household as a whole, max has some Poor Kid Swag when she taped up her skateboard, but only has to bc billy broke it with his flashy car. in s4 she and her mom live in the trailer park, but again only because neil left. like, billy hated hawkins and thought it was shitty, which is part him being a city slicker but also sounds like someone used to a lot more casual luxury. maybe they really do just think billy is jonathan or smth

this fandom loves some good oppression olympics. if billy’s poor, how can people criticise him!

obviously the hargrove’s aren’t as well off as some of the families in the show, and we know very little about their economic status, but the duffers are really obvious when they’re trying to portray poverty (e.g. susan working multiple jobs, and the mayfield’s now living in the trailer park, and joyce consistently begging her employer for more money in s1, and jonathan having to work a job to help with rent), and we just don’t see that with the hargrove’s.

#and even if they are as poor as the byers and we don’t see it #we don’t see it!!#so people not liking billy wouldn’t be because they’re secretly classist #anti billy hargrove #stranger things #asks #anon

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heavencasteel420 · 11 days

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I would never actually write this because (a) it’s such a bummer in every direction and (b) I think it would be misunderstood in so many ways, but let’s say:

Both Jonathan and Steve get into actual legal trouble for their worst S1 actions. Crucially, neither gets in trouble for the parts of their actions that were harmful to Nancy; Jonathan gets arrested for trespassing because the Harringtons press charges, and Steve and his friends are arrested for vandalism because the movie theater owner pressed charges. Neither event is particularly desired by Nancy; she is/was angry and hurt at both of them, but it’s clear that the law isn’t really there to help her. Her parents aren’t on board, either (Karen mostly out of concern for Nancy, Ted because the whole thing makes him too uncomfortable).

Because Jonathan is poor and unconnected and doesn’t have people who are informed about the law, he’s railroaded into a plea bargain. Nothing over-the-top or anachronistic; more in the way of juvenile hall. Because Steve is rich with well-connected, educated parents and a star athlete to boot, he gets off scot-free (except that his parents are mad at him because they had to pay off the theater owner so he can’t drive the BMW for a month).

Juvie doesn’t teach Jonathan that his actions were wrong any more than he learned just from seeing any other person’s reactions to the photos, because that’s not the point of the carceral system. It’s just another traumatic experience in the life of an already traumatized teenager. Nobody cares about the underlying issues (either the garden-variety sexist entitlement or the psychological effects of isolation and neglect) so nothing is addressed. His sentence also puts a financial strain on Joyce and Will, but the community tacitly approves because the family is disposable and she’s partly to blame for being a bad mother.

Steve, meanwhile, is confirmed in his belief that he was justified in the graffiti, or at least that it was Nancy’s fault for cheating on him and Tommy’s fault for coming up with the plan. All his better instincts are buried under tacit public approval. At school, he has the best reputation of anyone involved. Tommy is regarded as the heavy, Carol is a spiteful bitch, Nicole is a forgettable wannabe who’s dropped from the gang before the legal troubles are even fully resolved, Jonathan is a delinquent pervert, and Nancy is a slut who got everything that was coming to her (including, retroactively, the photos). But Steve is above it all.

Nancy ends up being villainized more than anyone, because public sympathy is with Steve and Jonathan is absent (plus he didn’t have much of a reputation to lose). Even people who are nominally on her side kind of blame her for being foolish or sleeping with anyone in the first place. Meanwhile, Barb is still missing/dead, and she’s totally alone in dealing with that. I think that ultimately she has to go stay with relatives in another town or go to boarding school.

I don’t think Jonathan ever comes back to Hawkins, either. After his release, he lives with Lonnie and finishes high school in Indianapolis. He figures it’ll be easier for Joyce and Will, while Joyce (who was angry with him, but only up to a point) figures it’ll be easier for him. They never really talk about it, though.

Steve gets a new girlfriend. She knows she’s lucky. She also knows to watch her step.

#discussion of realistic-ish 1980s #legal and social consequences for Jonathan’s and Steve’s worst s1 actions #I disapprove of everything I’m describing #and am bumming myself out majorly #I’m also not sure about the timeline especially as it intersects with the ud stuff

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thegirlwholied · 5 months

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charmed rewatch (s1-s4 premiere) hits-different-as-an-adult takewaways, in threes: $,$,$

- Phoebe's lack of a job s1-s3. granted, fighting the forces of darkness etc, *somebody* needs to be actually learning witchy ways & conveniently Buffy-level "self-defense". But aside from a couple eps addressing it, what was she doing all day every day before going back to school?! Every other episode I found myself going "is she still not working?!" And then once re-enrolled, are her sisters covering her tutition? she's already living off their shared income for groceries etc. Or is a loan in the mix? Wasn't she in debt from NY when she moved home? It's Friends style living, OK, but on a sisters-&-roommates dynamic basis I'm team Pull Your Damn Weight!

- Prue's creative career change. Her photography passion is a total retcon, part of her s3 "cooler" rebrand vs Latin-speaking antiquities/art expert Prue. Change itself aside - it's frustratingly easy. & somehow while Phoebe is still in school & not working. An instant full-time photography job that based on that BMW poses no income changes or challenges? Can't relate. Must be nice. Now that's fantasy.

- The window repairman. I wish we met the stained glass repair expert they must call biweekly - they are probably singlehandedly paying the repairman's mortgage. The house's episodic destruction is comical but at least lampshaded by them referencing this bill after the Banshee episode. Apparently fixing the windows magically is personal gain (though moving things around with magic for attic-cleaning is not?) Nor something your handyman/whitelighter can handle? Yeah this would be the temptation that would break me - I'd be rhyming my way into repaired windows before I'd be writing those fix-it checks.

#charmed #halliwell sisters #phoebe halliwell #prue halliwell #charmed wb #living in that house period is of course half the fantasy #but money challenges are referenced enough times that it is part of their universe and yet #also not #also very much not #esp as the show goes on because the initial 'giving up an apartment to keep the house and moving back in together' premise IS relatable #charmed rewatch

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hephaestn · 2 years

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harringrove ask game

emerald — favourite steve outfit

sapphire — favourite billy outfit

amethyst — favourite harringrove scene

pearl — a song that reminds you of them

ruby — a song that reminds you of billy

quartz — a song that reminds you of steve

amber — favourite harringrove headcanon

lapis lazuli — favourite billy headcanon

jade — favourite steve headcanon

peridot — favourite fic

agate — favourite au scenario

fluorite — favourite fanart

alexandrite — favourite edit

garnet — favourite gifset

moonstone — the bmw or the camaro?

aquamarine — billy’s hoop or dangly earring?

tourmaline — steve’s bat or sunglasses?

opal — hawkins or california?

labradorite — steve’s room or billy’s room?

malachite — billy’s s2 or s3 hair?

rose quartz — steve’s s1 or s2–onwards hair?

onyx — lifeguard billy or scoops ahoy steve?

diamond — steve or billy making the first move?

#harringrove #billy hargrove #not tagging steve bc of reasons #don’t know if we already have an ask game?? i can’t remember so!!!#i thought it could be something fun to do!!#i’ve never made an ask game in mY LIFE #tokeep*

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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S1 | Tim/MC | 5500+ words | @mrsbsmooth

After Love Island, Tim really has it all; the career; the money; any girl in the world he wants ... well, maybe except one. Not that he cares, he definitely doesn't care.

Tim pulled the BMW into the studio parking lot, and threw it in park the tiniest bit too early, drawing a grinding, crunching noise from the engine.

“Whoops,” he muttered, as he grabbed his cap, scrambling out of the car. He left it parked slightly askew, knowing no one would trouble him about it. Not that he’d be bothered if they did.

His music switched from his car to his headphones, and he pulled them over his ears as he walked down the long, winding pathway and into the oversized glass building. He skipped through the samples he’d been sent, and yet again, nothing caught his interest.

None of the hooks were right. Or the pacing was off. Or the vibe… it just… it wasn’t…

He sighed. He was only about twenty minutes late for the meeting. On time, really, considering how irregularly he even remembered they were on.

But Talia probably wouldn’t mind. Probably.

Talia had taken over as his manager when they left the villa, mostly because she knew the industry and Tim didn’t. And she was a very good manager. A great manager. Didn’t take shit from anyone. Didn’t seem to care if he was late for meetings with the studio execs.

Except she’d been messaging him all morning.

Talia: Where the fuck are you holy shit

Talia: Get here NOW!!!!!!!

Talia: You are so fucked

Tim grimaced as he jogged up to the lift.

Timye: mate im almost there chill out

He watched the three dots appear and disappear multiple times, as he walked towards the conference room he always met the execs in. Pushing open the glass door, head bowed down as his attention went back to his phone, he was already sprouting out an measly excuse to his lateness.

“Sorry, mates, had a bit of car trouble and I–”

He’d looked up and his heart sank into his stomach, catching sight of the jet black hair and poisoned stare that he’d hoped to never encounter again.

Chelle.

“What’s she doing here?” He asked loudly to the room of people whose names he couldn’t be arsed to remember.

Chelle rolled her eyes. “She just got signed to this label.”

Tim turned to the execs, his eyes finding the only one he remembered. “Nicky, you signed her? Seriously? Come on! I’m like, your biggest client!”

Nicky raised his eyebrow, frowning at Tim. “Well, we were going to discuss it at the last meeting… but you weren’t present.”

Tim frowned, taking his seat next to Talia. “I’m not happy about this.”

“Well,” Talia raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be a whole lot less happy once they tell you why you’re both in the same room right now.”

And boy, was she right.

“Nope, not happening.” He shook his head. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Tim, you don’t exactly have a choice in the matter,” Nicky frowned. “You haven’t released any music in six months. You told us you’d have something done by February, and it’s March. We need a summer album release, and Chelle has assured us she can make it happen.”

“I can make it happen without her help.” Tim sneered, but Nicky just shook his head.

“Your reassurances won’t cut it anymore, we want something we can actually work with.”

Every fibre of his body was shaking with rage, yet the only sound that escaped him was a laugh. It was the sort of derisive sneer that could match one of Allegra’s, but he felt he’d outdone her with that one.

“Typical,” he said, the word coming out with the unhinging of his jaw.

“What was that, Big T?” Chelle spat. Her fingernails drummed across the table at her impatience with him. Nothing new then. “If you’ve got something to say, why don’t you say it with your full chest, big man?”

He spun to look at her directly, finally looking her in the eye. The fire behind her brown iris matched the flames behind his own. “Fuck you, Chelle,” he said, barely managing to get it out through gritted teeth. “How’s that for saying it with my chest?

She replied with a short burst of humourless laughter, before cooing at him, “Aww, poor Tim. Is someone making you do work? Boohoo.” She leant forward in her chair towards him. “Let me play you a sad song on the world’s smallest violin.”

“Alright, that’s enough, you two,” Nicky intervened again. He was pointing between the pair of them like he was giving a stern talking to some naughty school kids. “You’re working together. That is final. Now grow up, and get to work. We expect to see some progress by the end of the week.”

Tim’s gaze was hot on Chelle’s and hers right back at him. He left the meeting in stony silence.

Tim was lying on his couch, feet on the coffee table that was strewn with ripped magazines and scrunched up beer cans from the night before, losing to Mason 3-0 in FIFA. The roll up was in the ashtray, smoky tendrils filling the room, mixing with the stale smell of the room.

“My fuckin’ controller’s acting up.”

“That’s the exact sort of bollocks a Toby would say.”

“Gretchen, stop trying to make ‘Toby’ happen,” Tim whined, not taking his eyes from the TV for a second, as he snapped back at Mason.

An intense encounter had them both too distracted to do anything more than purse their lips and mutter out some self encouragement.

He was mid play, eyes pinned to the telly, when the lift dinged. He ignored the noise, ignored the two steps of Talia’s heels entering the open living room, the sharp clang of those pinpoint heels unmistakable on his expensive and cold floor.

Hard to ignore though, was the piercing way his name ripped from her lips. “Tim.”

She sounded like his mum. Now wasn’t the time to take his eyes from the TV, so he kept on playing, replying back in the same tone. “Talia.”

He heard her sighing heavily and made no comment on it. “I came to check on you and ask about the samples Chelle sent you today?”

At the mention of her name, his brows furrowed and his stomach twisted into a knot. “Yeah, I got them.”

He offered nothing more. The silence lingered as Talia waited, only ending up disappointing herself as he stayed quiet.

“And did you listen to them?”

It bothered him that the clear frustration in her tone was so directly and responsibly at him, with him. The knot in his belly only doubled, cinching his own frustrations even tighter.

“Why would I?” He replied, his mind wandering further and further from the game. Mason just scored, assaulting the air with a jovial pump of his fist. Tim just scowled even harder. “Just tell her they’re shit and send them back.”

As the screen cut to black before showing a replay of Mason’s goal, Tim saw a flash of Talia’s own scowl being directed at the back of his head in the reflection of the telly.

It was followed by the storming of her heels on the hard flooring. Crossing the room to the TV, she heartlessly ripped the power cord out of the back of the Playstation, sternly maintaining her silence over Tim and Mason’s loud protests.

Mason was very much forgotten about as Talia rounded on Tim, finger wagging at him as she slowly and surely closed the distance between them. “You’re not a fucking soundcloud rapper any more, Tim. You have a record deal. And you need to put something on that record if you want to keep it.”

Mason waved over at Tim. “He’s a number one selling artist. Lad’s entitled to a break if he wants it -”

“He isn’t meant to be on a break right now, this is meant to be when he’s working on something like he promised!”

Shaking his head, Mason stood, cracking his knuckles. “Pfft, man, if Talia’s about to pitch a fit, I’m out.”

Talia glared at him, as Tim tried his best not to laugh. He reached out, slapping Mason’s hand as a farewell on Mason’s way to the lift. He turned to Talia, and sighed heavily, lamenting the silence he was about to break.

“Ok, go ahead.”

“Don’t.” Talia said it with such heavy exhaustion, her eyes shutting alongside her weariness. She groaned in frustration, her eyes suddenly snapping open again as she continued, “Don’t fucking do that!”

“Do what?”

She threw her hands up around her head. “Every time I try to talk to you about it, you just make me feel like I’m lecturing you!”

“...But you are lecturing me.”

“You’re almost twenty-five, I shouldn’t fucking have to!” She pointed at him, the warning evident in her tone and bony finger. “I’m trying to fucking help you, Tim. You can’t just sit here and smoke your way to another number one!”

Tim looked away, and this time it wasn’t because he was pretending there was something more interesting. The knots in his stomach from earlier reached up to his chest, tightening beneath his ribs, squeezing him until he couldn’t breathe. But he could. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, his jaw unclenched.

His eyes were drawn to his phone screen flashing with another new notification on the table. Like always, another came through, and another notification after another notification. Text after text after text after fucking text from those who couldn’t get enough of him now that he was famous.

That’s all anyone ever wanted from him these days. A slice of the high life, a sliver of fame that came with knowing him. Ever since the show, they had gotten only more obvious; as his fame reached peak after peak, it only attracted more of the buzzards.

A cushion connected with his head, spearing him out of his slump. He blinked up at Talia as she demanded, “Pay attention to me!”

“I don’t wanna.” He sulked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, then you should’ve hired someone you hated.”

“I did.” He teased, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she laughed. She did, tackling him and armed with more cushions. She hit him with them until he felt his bad mood lifting, and started smacking her back. All of a sudden, Talia dropped her weapons and wrapped him in a bear hug.

He settled against Talia, resting his head on her arm. The moment was still, like a single drop of clarity. He sighed heartily, realising that out of everyone and everything in his life right now, the only thing he wouldn’t dream about changing was Talia.

“Thanks for coming round, Tar,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I’m a shit.”

Poking his chin with a finger, she spun his head so he had no choice but to look at her. “Talk to me, dude. This can’t just be about Chelle. This has been going on since before you saw her the other day. I hate to say it, but someone’s got to. You’ve been off your game for way longer than this.”

“Oi, I’m not off my game?” He frowned at her, a little offended. A part of him knew she had a point, but she didn’t have to say it out loud.

She quirked a brow up at him. “Oh yeah? Is that why you’re pretending her samples are going to be shit?”

He scowled. Her tone was much gentler as she prodded him with her next words. “Or is it ‘cause you know they’re probably amazing, and that means you have to acknowledge the problem is you?”

Tim sat up, his limbs stiff and his movements awkward. He stared ahead at the black TV screen, his reflection a mush of something only vaguely reflective of being a person. Of being him. His expression hardened and he looked away. “I don’t have a fucking problem. She’s the problem. Not me.”

Exasperatedly, Talia asked, “Have you written anything in the last six months? A single word?”

Tim got to his feet. He stalked away from Talia, his back to her, holding his body rigidly.

“Fuck off.” It wasn’t rude necessarily, just the sort of dismissive banter Talia had probably come to expect from him. It was meant to say ‘stop’, it was meant to mean ‘you’re pushing too much’. But it meant more than that to her.

“No, you fuck off. I knew you were having trouble. I knew it. Just tell me what’s wrong!? I can probably help!”

“Just fucking leave it, Talia!” he yelled. “Just go. Go away.”

“No! Tim, you can’t just tell people to leave whenever the conversation gets hard!”

He whipped his head up to Talia. She did not just fucking say that. He raised his voice even louder. “Seriously, just get off my fucking case!”

He pulled his shoes on, and threw on a baseball cap, pulling it low over his face. All the while Talia was at his back, a single decibel shy of losing her shit completely.

Tim just grabbed his keys, and walked out the door. Talia was the only person he had left who would tell him the truth.

But right now, the truth fucking hurt.

He got out on the second floor, making his way to the fire stairs at the end of the hallway, and pushed the door open. The staff always left the alarm off for him, so he wouldn’t have to face the paparazzi who constantly waited for him at the front of his building; eager to see which model or socialite or soprano was the most recent to grace the expensive linen sheets on his bed.

It was colder than he expected, though he supposed it was March. He pulled his hood up over his cap, covering as much of his face as he could, as he made his way around the back streets.

He missed home. He missed feeling like somewhere was home. Everyone knew him in Truro, so he couldn’t blend in there. Even here, in London, he couldn’t find peace. He couldn’t find a single place where he could just… exist. Just be. Be him.

Even now, as he walked down a side street of a city with 8 million people, he was getting sideways glances from waiters smoking cigarettes. Whispering to each other in a language he didn’t understand, but even so, he knew what they were saying. Because he heard the words every time.

Something, something, something, “Big T.”

So he’d just pull his cap down lower, find a different side street to pace up and down, trying desperately just to get out of his own fucking way.

The deadline was looming over him like a noose around his neck.

He didn’t want to do it again.

He didn’t want to be number one any more.

He didn’t want to be bringing home models, spending every weekend at whatever party the record label deemed ‘insta-worthy’ enough for him to have to attend. Have his entire life curated for him.

He didn’t even write his own fucking raps. He’d submit his lyrics, and they’d come back with ‘suggestions’ that shredded his words and replaced them with the marketable version. Sometimes, he’d get to pick a title.

God, he was just so fucking tired of it.

His feet were the only thing he could focus on, as he nodded his head to the pounding rhythm of them hitting the pavement. He put his headphones on, and tried scrolling through the relentless list of new music he was supposed to be keeping up to date with. But he couldn’t even get through a single song. It was too much for him.

It was all just so fucking fake. Like a pulse on a corpse, it was lifeless.

So he switched to the Beatles; the familiar melodies making him feel like he was back in Truro, on the bus, listening to the entire discography through a shared pair of earphones with…

Fuck.

He leaned against the wall in the empty alleyway, lifting his face toward the little sunlight that managed to broker through the dull, grey clouds. Looking at those rays of sunshine, he swallowed hard, wishing he could bask in the glory of the sun’s efforts, but the clouds were too many, the grey had blackened the sky too much.

Talia was right. She always was. He hadn’t written anything in months.

He wasn’t sure he even knew how any more. The record label didn’t care about what he had to say anyway. They only cared about whether or not it would sell.

Tim looked back down at his phone, his eyes hovering over his email app, the four-figure notification counter making him want to throw it across the alleyway and smash it to pieces.

But something made him tap the icon instead.

The very first name he saw sent his heart into his chest again.

Michelle Masika

Subject: Sample.

His finger hovered over the attachment, but before he had a chance to press it, his phone rang.

Chelle’s name and picture blared onto his screen, consuming everything, halting the never ending notifications and the incessant feeling of not doing enough in his stomach.

He wondered how she got his number. Was it someone at the record company, Talia, or had she been like him, and still had it saved all these years later?

He declined the call, and opened the contact record to look at the picture more closely.

He must’ve forgotten to delete it when they broke up. It was them, in the early days. Wrapped in Christmas scarves and matching goofy woollen hats. He’d taken the picture right as they’d burst out laughing.

It’d been a long time since someone had properly made him laugh. He used to. This photo showing up was almost spiteful, after everything they’d gone through. All the daggers she’d throw his way nowadays would never erase the look of love she held in the photographs.

His phone buzzed again in his hand, and her name flashed up once more. She knew he’d declined it.

Tim rolled his eyes as he hit the green button.

“What?” His voice was flat, empty, direct.

She scoffed. “God, you’re fucking rude.”

“What do you want, Chelle?”

“Come to the studio.”

“Why?”

“Just come, Tim,” she asked, exasperated, like she was pleading with a petulant child. She was softer as she said, “It’s worth it. Trust me.”

Earlier than he’d expected to, Tim pulled the BMW into the studio lot. He parked more slowly this time around, the amount of care in getting the spot perfect having absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was a little nervous to be in a room alone with her.

He walked down the dark corridor, doing his best not to engage with any of the staff. They busied on, making it clear that he really wasn’t all that special. Something he’d long since felt inside himself anyway.

He pushed open the studio door to the booth he knew Chelle would be working in, and sat down at the table inside, content to mind his own business and hopeful that it would interrupt her work to fetch him.

Chelle bustled around at the panels. She held up a finger when he entered, telling him to wait. Tim rolled his eyes. After a few minutes, she pulled her headphones off and made her way over, sitting down at the table across from him.

But she said nothing.

She just looked at him, and he looked blankly back at her. Eventually Chelle raised an eyebrow.

“So if I know you, you haven’t listened to it out of spite.”

Tim just shrugged his shoulders. He glanced up, and found Chelle’s dark eyes studying him the same way they always had.

But she said nothing.

Chelle always had a way about her. A quietness. It’d always been one of the things he loved most about her when they were together. The way she’d just exist with him, while he closed his eyes and worked through whatever it was he was trying to figure out in his head. She’d slip her hand into his, and squeeze it tight, silently telling him she’d wait forever, until he was ready to talk.

He’d never felt as safe as he had when he was with her.

But the silence between them now just hurt. So he broke it.

“You’re right. I didn’t.”

“What happened?” She asked, her voice soft, almost as if it was painful to see him like this. “I thought this was what you wanted?”

There was a long pause that was weighed down with gloom. He pictured the sky outside encasing that last drop of sun. “It’s not that simple.”

“Enlighten me then, Tim.”

“Forget it,” he shrugged. “It’s fuckin’ dumb.”

Chelle folded her arms on the table in front of her. “I’m not going anywhere. Tell me. If you can’t tell Talia, you can’t tell your mates, tell me. Of everyone in the world, you know I’m the last person who’d speak to the media.”

Tim glared at her. “Whatever I thought I knew about you, I was wrong.”

He watched the faltering in her face as Chelle’s eyes dropped to the table, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

And the silence returned.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them wanting to start, but silently begging the other not to let it go.

Tim heard her breath catch a few times, and he almost spoke, too.

“You know why I did it,” she whispered. Her voice was quiet. Shaky, but determined. Again, he marvelled at the self-assurance that never wavered within her, the perfect mirror to the crumbled sense of his own self-worth.

Shaking his head, his lips were pursed in a thin line. “No. I still don’t,” he spat. “We fought, I woke up, and you were fucking gone. Just gone.”

Her breathing hitched, catching in her chest.

She stared him down. “You know why.”

Every word was punctuated with its own seething menace.

“Because you got cold feet,” he said, throwing the harsh words in a soft tone, letting them brew in derision.

“Tim, we were twenty-two.” Her brows knitted together, her mouth pulled into a grimace of some desperation. “Twenty-two is too young to get married.”

The air conditioning must have switched on, because the room suddenly felt icy. He pressed his nails into the palms of his hands, the mild pain of it a welcome distraction from the pain that he could taste at the back of his throat.

“It wasn’t too young for me,” he whispered.

It was just as raw as when she’d turned him down. The look of panic on her face. The fear.

It still hurt. It hurt so much.

“We could’ve talked about it,” she said. “But you were so angry when I said it was too soon, and you just…”

“... Talked about it?” One half of his face screwed up as he met her gaze again. “You didn’t exactly make it easy for me to talk to you about it?”

She looked like she was about to cry. “I wasn’t the one screaming.”

“Chelle, you left.”

“You told me to.”

“You were supposed to stay.”

“You were supposed to come after me.”

The silence that fell was the loudest he’d ever heard. He was hanging on by a mere thought.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

His voice rattled like the front door had that morning; the very first thing he heard before his life slowly began falling apart.

He could see it as if it was right in front of him. The door of their old place, with its cracked window pane and slightly-loose handle. But try as he might, he’d never be able to reach it; he’d never turn the handle and follow her out into the freezing morning.

Because he never did. Never even thought to do it until now.

And it all felt so obvious.

“I was so scared, Tim. You were just starting out, and the parties were starting to get more and more frequent, and I just… I was so scared. That you were just going to get sick of being tied down, and would want to go off and be–”

“--Be what? Be a fuckin’ celebrity?”

The sudden volume of his voice surprised him almost as much as it surprised her.

“I dunno, you went on fucking Love Island. People don’t generally go on that to keep a low profile, Big T.”

He clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth.

“I didn’t go on the show to become a fucking celebrity. I wanted to be able to make music full time. The celebrity part of it is the part I fucking hate. The parties I go to, the people I hang out with, the music, the lyrics, none of it’s me. It’s all fake.”

“And I suppose the millions of dollars and endless stream of women is fake, too?” She spat.

The silence resumed, much more tense than before.

“Chelle, after you left, I lost every bit of motivation I had. I just did whatever they told me to do. I haven’t written anything worth releasing in years, Chelle. The stuff I release is completely made for me. This… the shit I’ve been doing? It’s not music. It’s a fuckin’ lie.”

He looked up at her, and saw something in her dark eyes that he hadn’t seen from anyone in a long, long time.

Care.

And not just for sales. Not for what they could get from him.

For him.

“I know.”

She took a deep breath, glancing down at her own hands.

“I know you used to rap about cars and bitches for fun in the shower. But I also know that that wasn’t what you wrote when it actually came down to the wire. I remember being on the receiving end of your frantic phone calls before your phone died. The ones after your walks?”

Tim smiled a little. “Yeah, ‘cause I knew I wouldn’t be able to write it down fast enough before I forgot it.”

Chelle chuckled slightly. “And you made me put it on speaker, and we used the voice to text on my laptop to try and dictate it all?”

He couldn’t help but smile a little wider at that. “And it always ended up recording the words wrong, and we’d be up until 2am pissing ourselves laughing and trying to remember what it was supposed to say?”

Chelle’s eyes were big, sparkling with the passion that used to light up his entire universe. “Tim… that shit you used to write… it was fucking poetry. It was beautiful.”

Tim blew a raspberry, scoffing slightly. “Whatever.”

“Tim,” Chelle reached across the table for his hand, but he didn’t move to meet hers. She placed her hand on his forearm instead, squeezing it gently. “It’s why I’m here.”

He furrowed his brow at her. “What do you mean?”

“You’re everywhere, now. Every time I turn on the radio they’re playing your songs. Every time I turn on the TV it’s an interview with Big T, talking about your creative process and your inspirations. Every billboard, every conversation, every kid with their headphones on too loud… It’s your music. But not one fucking bar of it is you.”

His shoulders tensed defensively,

“So, what, you’re just here to help me? The giant paycheck doesn’t appeal to you whatsoever?”

She raised her eyebrows. “They didn’t tell you?”

He furrowed his in return. “Tell me what?”

Chelle laughed. “I get paid a percentage. Nothing upfront. Me getting paid depends on how well your album does.”

Tim furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn’t wrap his head around why the fuck she would do that. She hated him. She’d screamed it at him with her gaze the second he’d walked into the conference room. “So… wait. You want me to do all my own raps? And try and make it a number one?”

Chelle let her head drop to the table with a dramatic groan. “Tim, you are seriously not getting this. I don’t care if it’s a number one. I just want to watch an interview where you actually believe a single word of what you’re saying.”

And like that, the silence returned. The air conditioning sending a chill through his skin. It must’ve done for her, too, because she shivered. He sighed, and pulled his jacket off, handing it to her like he’d done a million times before. Chelle looked a little surprised, but she took it, slipping her arms into the sleeves and pulling it around her.

He tried to stare at literally anything else in the room except the sight of her in his jacket, knowing what it would do to his heart if he let himself look.

He blew another raspberry. “Alright. Fine. I’ll listen to your fuckin’ track.”

Chelle nervously stood, walking over to the sound board. She passed him a pair of headphones, and gently slipped her own on, but said absolutely nothing. The imaginary noose around his neck tightened as he slipped the headphones on. What if he couldn’t think of anything? What if even her music wasn’t enough?

What if he really was completely fucking broken?

As if sensing his anxiety, Chelle reached for his hand.

And this time, he gave it to her.

As his fingers brushed against hers, he was worried she’d be able to feel his heart racing through his palms. But the familiar weight of her hand in his flooded him with a reassuring wash of calm that lifted the world from his shoulders.

How did she still have this effect on him?

A deep, low drum beat started. A slow, low-fi synth curled through his body, and every inch of his skin blazed with goosebumps. His lips parted slightly, as the deep melody started. There was something so familiar about it. He started humming along to the melody, trying to place it, and the words started forming in his head.

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,

There's a shadow hanging over me,

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say.

I said something wrong now I long for Yesterday.

Tim turned to Chelle to comment on it, but stopped.

She was biting the inside of her lip, nervously shuddering despite his thick jacket wrapped around her. And God, did she look beautiful in it.

Her dark eyes were looking up into his, a little glassy, almost as if the song meant as much to her as it did to him. The beautiful synth beat was filling him with something he hadn’t felt in years.

Words.

But in that particular moment, there wasn’t a single one of them he wanted to use.

With the smallest movement, he turned his body to hers, and dropped her hand, curling it inside the warm fabric of his jacket, and around her waist. Chelle’s eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back.

And he kissed her.

He kissed her for what felt like decades. Lifetimes. Whatever was longest. And it was freeing, like everything was falling back into place. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he melted into her, her body falling into his hands as he pulled her closer. The world was righting itself, jolted back onto its course. The feel of her waist under his hands. The warm flick of her tongue as she stroked her fingers through his hair. The way her lips felt on his, music pulsing through their ears, just like they did on the bus, back when everything was easy. Back when everything made sense.

It had never occurred to him before that it wasn’t Truro that made him feel like this.

It was her.

As they broke apart, he pushed her headphones down to hang around her shoulders. She pulled his off as well, and he pressed another kiss to her lips. He rested his forehead on hers briefly, completely incapable of stopping the smile that was wrestling the corners of his cheeks. He took a step back, letting the smile win, as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never should’ve left. I–”

“--Shh,” he laughed, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips into her braids.

He pulled back from her, kissing her once again, then turned and walked toward the recording booth.

She shot him a confused, playful look, and he winked at her.

“I reckon I’ve got something for this.”

Chelle broke out in a wide smile, dropping her eyes, as he stepped in to the booth.

He had something alright. He had everything. The amount of words he had in that moment were almost overwhelming him.

But he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to forget these ones.

#litg #litg fanfics #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #character spotlight #litg tim #tim spotlight

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kittenkatbar · 2 years

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i think a lot of my takes on/analysis of this season might end up being unpopular, but i’m going to post them anyway lmao, so here we gooooo

i’ve seen a lot of people saying it doesn’t make sense for steve to want a bunch of kids, and while i think it doesn’t make sense for him to want those kids with nancy.. the six kids part totally fits his character for me.

steve isn’t a misogynistic dick anymore in the way he was in s1, but he still seems pretty all right with staying in/around hawkins and living a small town life like he was back then. and that’s not bad. people are allowed to want to stay in their hometowns, it doesn’t mean they didn’t grow. you can be better in the same place.

plus, steve has been “the babysitter” for multiple seasons now, he loves taking care of people and making sure they’re safe, especially his little found family of teens.

steve also seems to be either an only child or the youngest, with any possible older siblings out of the picture. and sure he’s a rich kid and all, but it seems like his parents are MIA all the time? this kid has been missing for days and beat to hell and back every. season. and we never see him being worried over or his folks calling around/looking for him like we would with joyce or, hell, even the wheelers. like yeah.. he has the BMW and the big (again, seemingly empty) house, but he works minimum wage jobs for what seems like his pocket money? which, the rich kids i knew growing up with functioning relationships with their parents didn’t usually work?

so, it doesn’t seem far-fetched to me that steve, who loves his gaggle of teens, who has so much kindness and affection to give, and who seems.. lonely—almost forgotten by his own parents—would want to have a bunch of kids that he could love, raise, and be present for.

again, not with nancy, i don’t see them being together in any sensical way. but he’s still very young and has been consistently striking out while hoping for love, so i understand why he spent the season looking at her with the harrington-heart-eyes! he’s retroactively romanticizing what they had and applying it to what he wants now.. that’s not an uncommon thing for people to do.

but overall, in my opinion, it makes perfect sense for the steve to want a bunch of kids to care for and raise, to take on family vacations and be around for. whether or not i think his reasons are healthy or good in a real life setting is a completely different discussion, lmao. but narratively—in canon—i think it fits.

also as a general statement: i don’t share my opinions to try to invalidate anyone else’s.. we can all have varying opinions and analyze things differently without being dicks about it to each other. part of the fun of fandom IS differing opinions on things and reading other peoples’ POVs on content! i think there’s enough anger in all of the tags rn that i don’t want to add to, but i get why people feel that way. just.. please no negativity on my posts lmao

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things analysis #stanger things 4 #stranger things 4 spoilers #st4 analysis #st4 volume 2 #st4 spoilers #st4 volume 2 spoilers #st4 vol 2 spoilers #steve harrington #steve harrington spoilers #steve harrington analysis

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timeisstrange-thingsarestranger · 1 year

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One thing that I've been having a lot of thoughts about how wealth is considered with the stranger things characters in fandom space. Like a lot of fics seem to portray Steve as really rich and everyone else as really poor which just isn't true in canon.

Yes, Steve is shown from early in s1 to come from a rich family. He lives in a big house with a pool, he drives a 1983 BMW 733i, which from my research initially retailed for a little over $34,000 when it first launched. And that is an insanely expensive car for a teenager to be driving around (in today's money that is the equivalent of around $102,000-calculated using in2013dollars inflation calculator). And in s2, his father is implied to own a company. I personally feel Steve was written as rich to be the contrast to Jonathan in a rich asshole vs poor nice guy way (but that's a whole other post, and Jonathan wasn't really a nice guy in s1 because those photos). And after s2 Steve's wealth isn't really mentioned other than seeing his car.

And yes there are characters that are poor. We are always shown that the Byers are poor, especially with the house, the clothes and the cars. We are told that Max comes from a poor family in s2, and shown the drop into poverty in s4 with moving into the trailer and her mom working two jobs. We are shown that Eddie is poor with him living in a trailer with his uncle. And in s4 we are told that Robin considers herself poor (over the driving- she says she doesn't have a licence because she is poor).

We're never really shown or told much about Dustin's financial situation, but it appears to be better than that of the Byers, and of Max.

But we are told that the Wheelers are well off. It's implied early on because of the size of the house and how nice it is, but in s3 Jonathan says that Mr Wheeler "earns 6 figures." And from that, they are at a minimum Upper Middle Class. I can't find figures from the 80's but in 2005 $100,000 was considered the lower threshold for upper middle class. So they are anything but struggling. But I see in fanfics a lot, especially surrounding Nancy and the older teens, Mike and Nancy are written as if they are facing financial insecurity. As if they, alongside the others, have to rely on Steve to provide for them when they're hanging out as a group and to pay for all the fun stuff.

And the Sinclairs it's kinda the same as the Wheelers. We're not told as much about their situation, but we're told in s1 that they live in the same neighborhood as the Wheelers, and their house is shown to be a decent size and it's a nice house as well. So they are also implied to be comfortable financially.

I don't know, I guess I'm just tired of seeing the same trope in fics where everyone is acting like they have no money and need Steve to cover them, despite canon showing two of the families be quite well off.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #robin buckley #eddie munson

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not-close-to-straight · 9 months

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You've inspired me to rewatch Stranger Things again, and I'm just now realizing we never do see Steve's parents. The reset of the gangs parents we meet all within the first 2 seasons but not Steve's.

NOPE

there’s mentions in S1 re: how mad Steve’s parents will be about the beer/party

Maybe a mention in S2? I honestly can’t remember

In S3 it’s “my dads a Dick and made me get this job”

S4 nothing.

And it’s interesting because we DO meet all the other parents and the parents themselves play a role in the story, most notably Byers and Wheelers of course but we meet Dustin’s mom several times, the Sinclairs, we “meet” Hoppers family, max and billys parents have very influential roles — I don’t think we meet robins mom? But tbf we meet her in the summer in S3 and then it’s spring break in 4 and she’s going into her senior year/in her senior year so maybe her parents give her space?

But Steves parents just. Don’t exist. We know he has a big house we know they’re rich, he drives a BMW and wears members only jackets etc. But the reason his house is the party spot is because his parents aren’t ever home and that’s established early on in S1, his Junior year

So at least since he was sixteen-ish his parents have been absent enough to be noticeable

And sure maybe they’re around between seasons maybe they came right home and helped with his injuries after each season BUT for a show that really relies on family dynamics and found family dynamics— it’s damn near suspicious that they haven’t even hardly been mentioned, much less oresent

And now he’s 19? Pushing 20? So now any parental involvement in 5 just won’t…. Matter. He’s an adult. Been living on his own. Fought monsters for years and saved the town etc what are they doing to do now?

Personally I HC them as neglectful/abusive because they basically abandoned their kid. His dad doesn’t approve of anything he does and we know Mr Harrington is a cheater cos Steve says his mom goes with him on all the trips cos she doesn’t trust him. So not as awful a parent as Neil Hargrove or Lonnie but emotionally abandoning your kid is so so harmful and it 100% explains several things about Steve

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wednesday-if-it-was-tuesday · 1 year

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Some of y’all were shitting on Topanga’s interpretive dancing in bmw s1 but fawning over Wednesday and it shows.

#y’all are embarrassing yourselves #like ngl fuck you #being cringe is okay #boy meets world #Wednesday #wednesday addams #addams family #topanga matthews #topanga lawrence

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winterlovesong1 · 1 year

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top five minor characters from s1 of bmw?

Thank you anon for the ask!

I’m going to answer it but maybe in a different way than what was intended.

Favorite Minor or Supporting Characters from Season One BMW

Send me a top five or favorites from BMW season one

First and foremost, I think it’s important to state, within the first season, most of the characters were finding themselves within the landscape of the show (in my opinion, but I find there would be a large agreeance with that statement). They hadn’t yet grown into the characters we love – they were finding their voice and their point of view against Cory’s very loud point of view within this first season. The only other character with an equally developed voice was Mr. Feeny and it showed. The season even focused on that – the juxtaposition of the first episode and the finale especially highlighted their relationship because that was really the only relationship that felt important – or important enough to comment on the growth of.

So, some of these answers might be surprising – but it’s the first season! Growth will happen…we got six more seasons…

Stewart Minkus

It was discussed at length on the podcast, but he really was the star of this first season. They joked in the season one recap, but I agree that if his character would have remained, Cory’s voice might have gotten diminished, and we would have had a much different show to look back on thirty years later. His light showed so brightly and so vividly and he was such a fully realized character in every way – all the applause to Lee. It’s testament to his performance that he was only in one season of the show and yet we remember him! Fondly! Because he was an icon.

2. Shawn Hunter

This is where I point to my statement about keeping in mind this is the first season and not all characters have grown into the ones we will love and will continue to love thirty years later…

But second to Minkus as far as a fully realized voice juxtaposed against Cory’s is most certainly Shawn. I would say he wasn’t fully realized from the start (that has to do with the several attempts at that third friend they discussed at length on the pod) but once that argument was settled, his character too settled into himself and found his stance beside Cory. He’ll only grow more from here and I can’t wait to see it.

3. Topanga Lawrence

*points to statement about growth and the first season*

Yes, our girl hasn’t yet found her stride yet, but you can tell the second she appears on screen that this is a force to be reckoned with – a point of view that will most certainly challenge Cory’s as the seasons continue and become a strength of the show. Seeing season one Topanga will always bring a special joy to my heart because I think my adolescent self-identified with her so much – this flowy dress wanting to learn so much about the world I’m apart of and if I stumble, I don’t care attitude because at least I’m being me – this version of her before entering those later teenage years when opinions start to haunt you and growing up suddenly seems like an uphill climb is a version I will always love. However, at the same time, I can’t wait to see the growth. Because I do love every version of Topanga. But this one will always hold a special place in my heart.

4. Guest Cast

Making this a generalized category of guest cast because they really were stellar this season – from Keri Russell and Rue McClanahan IN THE SAME EPISODE, to the standout performance of Lindsay Price in Teacher’s Bet, and we got two episodes this season of Jason Marsden! I know this theme of stellar guest cast only continues in the next six seasons and I can’t wait to relive some of my favorites and be surprised by the ones I forgot about.

5. Eric Matthews

I love Eric. I love Eric for the growth (still calling it growth because it’s way better than what this was first season…in my opinion) that happens later for his character – becoming the comedic center of the show and making my stomach hurt with laughter. But this Eric…this Eric is not my favorite…he has flashes, he has moments in the show where that comedic timing shines (see Grandpa was a Rolling Stone and Model Family) but otherwise its more or less talk about girls – which is no fault of Will’s – they just didn’t have a point of view for Eric yet – or the point of view they did have was really weak. But it is a testament to Will as an actor to do what he could with the character in this first season and shine regardless.

#winter's BMW thoughts #tv: boy meets world #boy meets world #character: shawn hunter #character: eric matthews #character: topanga lawrence #character: stewart minkus

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catstack17 · 1 year

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it’s so crazy to me how much riley matthews got hated on around 2 years ago. is she perfect? no, that’s the entire point of the show and all of the characters, all of them have been in the wrong at some point (it’s what made us like bmw characters and both shows in the first place.) people flat out making fun of the riley town episode is borderline confusing, it was disney and around that time the channel didn’t really get deep into any of the plot points (gmw should’ve been on abc to go into deep plots and go into the depths of their topics especially when it came to both maya and riley’s personal issues instead of just generalizing on that subject/topic but that’s a different rant) like clearly you haven’t been bullied at a young age because the way riley acted is how most people do, and also the number of times the comments of clips of that episode on the clock app are that “it was a one time thing and riley made a big deal about it” riley might be dramatic most times but she was not at all during that episode, she bottled being bullied for as long as she could and then exploded on her closest friends, that is quite accurate. it was not one time, in the episode alone she keeps receiving threats of violence for being herself, and she had been dealing with comments like that from others like missy in s1 and also received it during girl meets yearbook in s2. she’s been perceived as annoying too and like???? ok so that’s a reason to absolutely hate on her as a character? i find lucas annoying but i still love him as a character. people claiming either her or maya as selfish is also confusing? have you watched either new years or the ski lodge episodes??? both of the pair of besties have an issue with putting themselves first (maya most people know about the lengths she goes to protect her friends and riley does that also, i.e. when farkle was being bullied, maya’s reaction was to immediately fight off his bully to protect him while riley’s initial reaction was to comfort him- both of them put others first always just in different ways) in girl meets new years riley bottles up her complicated feelings that she has for lucas (and is v upset when farkle announces it on the rooftop) to make maya and lucas happy, she did it in texas as soon as she thought maya liked lucas, when she backed off of lucas and told him that they love each other like siblings, even in ski lodge, she talks to evan only about all the people in her life and not herself, when josh and maya go to the window when maya grabs his hand, she says she needs to think even though later both her and lucas confess to thinking about the other all the time during the triangle. she’s as selfless as maya is. she has her moments of being completely in the wrong at times (like not defending maya when lucas poked fun at maya’s height) but her character at her core is so sweet and funny, that’s her charm.

#riley matthews protection squad #how can you hate her #how #she’s adorable and funny #why did people choose to hate on a character who wanted to be a bunny farmer #live love riley matthews #gmw

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