y'all ever listen to One Blink for Yes and then melt into a puddle of tears over how accurately and gorgeously it encapsulates the billions of interweaving emotions and revelations and tones of the titular scene with Joyce making first contact with her son stuck somewhere she can't figure out I—
like... the tragedy of her missing son... the confirmation of him still existing... the relief, the RELIEF, THE PROOF THAT JOYCE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG, SHE WASN'T CRAZY... the curious unease of the supernatural staining the whole of the first season, and this moment in particular... the way the articulation makes the music sound like string lights blinking from some otherworldly influence... the overwhelming joy of receiving that one blink for yes, and her pride in her son for his intelligence and strength, making it far enough to tell her he's still alive... somewhere close but still so far away... in that moment where it kicks in you can TELL she doesn't care what this means for the future, she's just so happy to have FOUND HIM even in this small, mysterious, unexplainable way. the goddamn LOVE this woman has for her CHILD—
and you can feel ALL of that in the music... fuck i'm gonna cry again... i love media scores so much!
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Wayne finding Eddie and Steve sleeping together and he is taken aback but not because Eddie sleeping with a boy or not even because he is sleeping with Harrington. No, he is taken aback because the boy is sleeping soundly with Eddie. His Eddie. Who happens to be snoring like a jackhammer.
And yet there Steve is. His head resting on the juncture of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, basically having his ear right on the level of Eddie’s mouth, but face relaxed like nothing has ever bothered him in his life.
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eddie, who has carefully curated playlists for every specific emotion/situation he can think of, versus steve, who just has a mega playlist of literally every song he’s ever heard and even vaguely enjoyed and maybe one other playlist for, like, parties
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@steddielovemonth Day 21: Love is letting him pick the music @sparklyslug
Steve had been dating Eddie for a few months and pretty much their only disagreement was what music to play in the car. They often took turns driving for dates or errands or picking up the kids but would always bemoan the other's radio station. The tapes were no better, only matching the driver's preference.
After another dumb squabble the week before over the music on their drive home from dinner, Steve had had an idea. Now he sat in his bedroom, tape recorder in hand, tapes strewn everywhere and slowly a little list forming on a notebook page.
He was practically jumping with excitement when he finished, picking up the finished mixtape. He quickly got ready for their date and with a smile on his face popped the new tape in the glovebox, heading towards the trailer park.
Eddie was bouncing on the steps when Steve pulled up, seemingly equally excited to see his boyfriend.
"Hey, baby," he said sliding into the car with a kiss on Steve's cheek. Tonight was special, six months since they started dating. Steve knew it was a little silly to have month anniversaries but he was a romantic and Eddie certainly didn't seem to mind.
They got burgers at the favourite diner but Steve was distracted thinking about the gift in his car. Now back in the car he was about to give it to Eddie when Eddie spoke first.
"I, um, I got you something, well, made really," he said sheepishly handing Steve a small parcel wrapped in newspaper.
"Oh, Eds, that's so sweet of you," he replied happily unwrapping the gift. Wait.
"You made me a mixtape?"
Eddie blushed softly, "Yeah, it's ah, it's um for you to have in my van though."
Confused, Steve flipped over the tape to read the tracks, finding a lot of his favourites mixed with a lot of Eddie's.
"Thought you deserved a piece of yourself in my car, besides maybe pop is growing on me."
Steve laughed softly, "Eds, look in my glovebox."
Now it was Eddie's turn to look confused, he opened the panel to see a new tape box sitting next to the others. He gingerly took it and scanned his eyes over the tracks, eyes lighting up.
"Did you make this for me?"
"Think you deserve to have a piece of yourself in my car too, don't mind sharing the airwaves with you."
There weren't as many arguments over music after that, what else would they want to listen to besides a perfect blend of each other.
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Somebody told me so, somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the
Good boys go to heaven, but the bad boys go everywhere
Every time I try and dream you, I can't believe how hard it's been to
Conjure up your face and trace your body in the air
All the seconds go on forever, but the thirds and fourth ones are even better
Everytime I do it just a little bit longer
Everytime I dream, it's just a little bit stronger than real life
This is a Bat out of Hell the Musical inspired piece. The musical is a loose retelling of Peter Pan, set in post-apocalyptic Manhattan (now named 'Obsidian'), and follows Strat, the forever young leader of 'The Lost' who has fallen in love with Raven, daughter of Falco, the tyrannical ruler of Obsidian. So I put Steve as Raven, going against his fathers wishes and power over Hawkins. And Eddie is Strat, leader of the Hellfire Club XD
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gen Z: we're doing this one for you, late auntie Kate, we're making you go viral
Kate Bush, alive and well in her family home: *sneezes* I feel like someone has mentioned me
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