lily

yes fictional characters aren't real but the constructs they represent certainly 𝙖𝙧𝙚 real

i get what you're saying in terms of the extensive bad writing around his character, particularly in season 5, with the whole downgrading to the centre of a love triangle and ignoring his emotions and trauma and basically lobotomizing him

but that doesn't necessarily make him a 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, in my opinion he is an extremely complex character who was just 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 badly

but just because you're talking about a fictional character who isn't real, doesn't disregard the things they represent, there were millions of repressed queer kids in the 80s living in a homophobic society which never allowed them to present or explore their emotions

yes, mike did some terrible things on the surface, hurting el and will in a number of ways, but he was a 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙

making mistakes as a 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 does not make someone a bad person, he was struggling with not just repressed queerness, but repressed and unexpressed 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, from all the upside down stuff and being bullied from a young age and his flawed familial relationships

mike wheeler is not a 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, he is a good character who was underestimated in his complexity by his writers

i think what i am recently feeling, is mike wheelery

this was my conclusion after reading it the nth time the next day of my crash out. like this is literally epilogue mike, correct me if i am wrong. 🙂‍↕️

i thought i would share, please let me know what you all think about, i would love to hear. (it’s from my pov and i use she/her pronouns but read them as he/him and imagine epilogue mike!)

mourning existence

i envy my younger self,

she felt things and didn’t overwhelm herself.

she used to pickup a pen,

and let it tell her thoughts,

the way her day was so awful that she had wanted to die,

but her little brother saving her his favourite chocolate;

was enough for her to cry.

she knew it all.

how to let it out, when to hold, and when to let it go.

she would then write about all she would do,

one day when she could escape this truth:

how she would be turning eighteen,

with sparks in her eyes filled with glee

because finally she got to be free, got to be her, and just got to be.

how she would find love and tell them her books,

and how they would love and kiss her all good.

and then she would heal and be the best she could be

because she knew how fun it would be to be finally eighteen,

with her pink dress on she was sure she would know everything.

but oh how wrong she had been.

because now she’s finally eighteen,

but there’s no pink dress and she hates knowing so many things.

there’s no hope of love for her, they don’t even think of her.

no one to listen to her bookshelf,

she is losing herself.

flailing and trying but nothing helps,

she’s been drowning in her self loathing stream ever since she started overthinking everything.

her pens no more work, her brain holds off the truth,

and it gets so awful to lose this time,

because this was the only thing that felt like mine.

but i am not her anymore,

she looks at me from far away, trembling, begging for me to let her in.

i try so hard but she slips away,

and i try so hard but my legs have gone dead;

they bleed now bruised from their walk down the memory lane.

and it’s so scary to want to be her again.

because she knew herself and was incredible and vain,

but she knew it was okay.

but i don’t know anymore,

i don’t remember ever being her,

i think what i am recently feeling, is mike wheelery

this was my conclusion after reading it the nth time the next day of my crash out. like this is literally epilogue mike, correct me if i am wrong. 🙂‍↕️

i thought i would share, please let me know what you all think about, i would love to hear. (it’s from my pov and i use she/her pronouns but read them as he/him and imagine epilogue mike!)

mourning existence

i envy my younger self,

she felt things and didn’t overwhelm herself.

she used to pickup a pen,

and let it tell her thoughts,

the way her day was so awful that she had wanted to die,

but her little brother saving her his favourite chocolate;

was enough for her to cry.

she knew it all.

how to let it out, when to hold, and when to let it go.

she would then write about all she would do,

one day when she could escape this truth:

how she would be turning eighteen,

with sparks in her eyes filled with glee

because finally she got to be free, got to be her, and just got to be.

how she would find love and tell them her books,

and how they would love and kiss her all good.

and then she would heal and be the best she could be

because she knew how fun it would be to be finally eighteen,

with her pink dress on she was sure she would know everything.

but oh how wrong she had been.

because now she’s finally eighteen,

but there’s no pink dress and she hates knowing so many things.

there’s no hope of love for her, they don’t even think of her.

no one to listen to her bookshelf,

she is losing herself.

flailing and trying but nothing helps,

she’s been drowning in her self loathing stream ever since she started overthinking everything.

her pens no more work, her brain holds off the truth,

and it gets so awful to lose this time,

because this was the only thing that felt like mine.

but i am not her anymore,

she looks at me from far away, trembling, begging for me to let her in.

i try so hard but she slips away,

and i try so hard but my legs have gone dead;

they bleed now bruised from their walk down the memory lane.

and it’s so scary to want to be her again.

because she knew herself and was incredible and vain,

but she knew it was okay.

but i don’t know anymore,

i don’t remember ever being her,

the boy just wants to 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙

Drew some willel :)

give me two characters who are queercoded in a disgustingly popular series that lasts like a decade and loads of people think it's gonna be queerbait but then it's 𝙣𝙤𝙩

give me long term requited queer love in a show the homophobes can't just turn away from because it's obviously queer, draw the homophobes in and have them emotionally invested in the characters and then BOOM 𝙜𝙖𝙮

make them 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 characters and 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 and 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 and 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 have them come out

give me queer rep all the homophobic uncles can't just avoid