#tracks.

look i’m gonna say it bg3 síle is so yassified. like not actually textually because that is in fact what she would look like ten years down the line and who she would become in a life where she made the choice to live instead of having her death stolen from her but sometimes i miss the twenty year old with a nihilistic snarl and a still-fresh gaping slash across her face the soot around her eyes is bleeding into from her sweat you know

so the duffers just like picked will's birthday and said it in the show and chose to set part of season 4 during it and then just forgot about it

i don’t know if i’ve ever felt closer to the serene calmness of dawn than when i’m listening to the san francisco (be sure to wear flowers in your hair) instrumental from the last black man in san francisco. listening to it feels like the last warm wind of autumn, when the whole world is just waking up and stretching, mumbling hello in the early morning light. it’s something so close to the connection of the sea and the moon and all the stars above us, all push and pull, all bright burning, bursting with memory and love and knowing, the soft glow of guiding light. it’s that story-like moment when someone recognizes you for the first time in a long time, and their first reaction isn’t words, or brashness, but a slow, warm, genuine smile, like coming home.