#s5 spec

This picture of Noah getting his hair wet down has been making its rounds again.

I watched the rain fight again recently, and something made me immediately think of this picture.

In the moments leading up to the rain fight while Will leads the game of DND, Mike’s character is attacked by a horde of Juju Zombies.

Mike chooses the action to attack, with his flail. He misses, his flail clanking to the ground. The zombies then run toward him and they bite off his arm, ripping it from his body.

Why did this scene make my mind go back to the photo of Noah getting his hair wet?

Because of this reblog.

@iammilos reblogged and added this:

Because whether intentional or not, Noah’s entire left arm is hidden under the towel.

In film and TV, they have actors wear green sleeves or socks to key out their body parts that have been amputated. Like Hershel in The Walking Dead.

Max and Will BETTER have some interactions next season. It could happen via the Vecna connection - Max or Will using this connection to reach each other. It could also happen if Vecna attempts to fuck with Will and/or possess him again. It could be comedic, heartbreaking, moving, warm fuzzy friendship feelings, everything. 

Some Samples: 

Max finding the ‘back door’ to Will’s mind and reaching out to him, manifesting as accidental nightmares he doesn’t understand at first

Will realizing it’s Max and purposely opening the Vecna Mind Connection to find her even tho he’s scared and maybe people are telling him not to mess with it

Max and Will meeting in the void and hugging so hard

Will becoming a conduit for Max either literally (she can speak through him) or he just repeats what she says so everyone else can hear it (I would cackle and it would be great) 

Will having conversations with Max that look like him just talking to the wallpaper

In a possessed/vecna fucking with Will situation, Small Max finding Small Will in one of his bad memories, being there with him, holding his hand, telling him to go somewhere happier

Just generally the two of them witnessing each other’s memories, understanding each other’s experience with abuse and loss and guilt. 

Max seeing some of her happier memories from Will’s perspective as some of his worst memories - the Snow Ball and how it touched off the era of his friends (esp Mike) abandoning him, Will fifth wheeling Mike and El and Lucas and Max, etc. Seeing how bad it was in lenora for Will or seeing some of the bullying he would never bring up

Max seeing Will’s memories of Mike - good ones and bad ones - and realizing what’s going on

Also tho Will wading through Max’s bad memories and holding her hand and helping to pull her out and giving her a safe space (Castle Byers, although maybe it’s temporary as Will’s memory of destroying Castle Byers encroaches but then they talk about that and why he did it)

Maybe Will ‘holding the door open’ for Max so she can get out, but still being stuck there himself (then Max is the number one we must rescue Will Byers crusader when she wakes up)  

Either one of them giving the other a pep talk or an emotional boost

In s5, where Eddie and Ana are already broken up, the 118 go out for drinks and Eddie is slamming them back a little harder because Taylor crashed the party.

Anyway, at some point, Eddie sneaks off to the bathroom and gives himself a little drunk pep talk in the mirror and basically says, like, "You can handle this, even though you love Buck and seeing him with Taylor is like getting shot again." Drunk exaggerations people. He leaves, somewhat satisfied.

426 Words. Title from Fall, Fall, Fall by Caamp.

 Eddie has a panic attack on shift. This is the aftermath. 

Strong. Stable. Level-headed. That’s what people say about him. They call him “protector” and “provider.” Steady Eddie is what they used to say him in the army: Eddie Diaz, calm and collected and oh, so reliable. That is who he’s supposed to be. Someone his friends and family and coworkers can rely on without a second thought. It’s who he’s supposed to be, and yet. 

And yet, Eddie is sitting in his living room alone, Chris still at his abuela’s, three hours left of his shift. The house around him is silent, save for the hum of the fridge, and even that is too loud to Eddie’s ears. 

“Go home, Eddie,” Bobby had said once they’d returned to the station, his face sympathetic. 

“Let me help you,” Buck had pleaded, following him out to the parking lot. And god, did Eddie want to talk to him. To say something, even if it was to apologize for having it happen on shift after he’d promised Buck he’d had it under control. 

“I don’t know how,” is the only answer Eddie could give him, sliding into his truck, and shutting the door, leaving no room for Buck’s reply. 

So, Eddie sits there, in his living room, alone. In his house, alone. Leaving his shift early, alone. But the silence is good, the solitude is both exactly what he needs and the worst possible thing for him. Sucking it up, dealing with things on his own is all Eddie knows, like muscle memory. 

Only now, it’s not only him who knows just how worn, just how tired those muscles are. No, it’s not some secret, tightly locked away inside the most hidden parts of himself. Now, the people who rely on him to be who he has always been, who he was always taught to be, know, and he let them down. He put them in danger, and all he wants to is push it down, push it away, keeping moving forward and repress it, like he always has. Except, he doesn’t work like that anymore, probably hasn’t for longer than he would ever admit to himself.