I`m going back to 505 or I found out that there is I505 that leads to California
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Seven days to the Rhine River
or;
Anselm Kiefer’s painting ref in SVBIGTH just confirmed to me it’s in this universe ✨️
But - Kuklinski is the other key to September 8 1979
Hi Hello CG'rs, fans of Stranger Things, and history or cryptologic fans
First I want to address Jamie’s countdown he did on the tonight show. When he said we are the light he really meant it.
He was trying to tell us to look deeper to prepare us for the next chapter. Literally every subject we’ve talked about will help.
I am going to try and keep this short and have other linked posts I have written to try and make this as easy to understand for now. Bear with me as it is 5:20 in the morning.
The past couple weeks for me anyway have been nothing short of amazing writing online again. Learning with everyone and bouncing ideas off each other.
I was almost asleep and I got hit with the biggest lightning bolt ever after reading everyone’s theories. I truly think the lab massacre from September 8, 1979 was a war game simulation that went hot. Dr Brenner knew Eleven could make contact with the monster which would make a rip through space time. This energy would have broken whatever prison they were in. We can talk about those details later. Actually the post that made me go wait a minute was about lonnie. If I can find it again I will link it after this benadryl sleep in a couple hours. This is why you don’t use negative thoughts, Henry, to train you end up nuking everyone.
I had initially guessed Archer Able went hot due to whatever time-line manipulation from Dr Brenner/Henry since that is when the show started, Nov 6, 1983.
September 8, 1979 was during “Seven Days to the River Rhine” This was a Warsaw Pact simulation originally made since at least 1964.
How do we know this information? A mix of historical documentation and spycraft but the short answer? Col Ryszard Kuklinski.
This exercise is why he gave up the info he did. Poland would have been sacrificed by the Kremlin in order to go to war with The West. By any means necessary.
you can find my initial post about Ice Cream and Nukes and Kuklinski here https://www.tumblr.com/badbuiltghostbones/810331631893282816/i-am-so-serious-when-i-say-this-this-has-to-be-a?source=share
Post about SIGINT wargame arms race [cold war MATRIX]
Post about classic wizard ✨️
https://www.tumblr.com/badbuiltghostbones/808273003177771008/im-tired-of-this-grandpa?source=share
There is still a lot to learn about this literal cryptographic history lesson [which is first and foremost a story about Mike and Will] that The Duffer Brothers have put together for us. Like most of you I am hoping for more content and I believe we will be getting it, I just don’t know when. There’s a couple reasons why this isn’t over, one being the cast photos at Teufelsberg.
The other is there’s still a lot of literal Polish and cipher breaking and resistance story left, we don’t have an end to the war game. We need to see the other side.
Anyway more later I will male a second post on the in show details, timelines, etc
TTFN
intel history nerd lady - ghost bones megan
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Ahahahaha omg okay
gather around for the second Dr S post of the day [it’s short]
I couldn’t figure out why hoppers arms LOOKED SO LONG IN THE FIFTH SEASON But looking at this mfr Dr Henry Strangelove look at his right hand compared to the left. That is a ding dang fake hand
I know what you are. You are a gd space nazi who got mad someone gave up your ding dang enigma machine.
“THE WHOLE POINT OF A DOOMSDAY MACHINE IS LOST IF YOU KEEP IT A SECRET!”
so Henry has a fake hand.
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Some very vague sketches but idk how Will did not get gray hair yet So yeah Visual with Will that got gray hair
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📽️ November 18, 2025 / Final part:
The evening was super lively: there were lots of activities, performances, gifts, etc., before the screening of the first episode. And honestly, the atmosphere was incredible! Then they showed the first episode of the final season of Stranger Things. You know, it’s pretty rare for me to watch TV series because I rarely get hooked on them… So in the end, very few shows actually interest me haha. So even though Stranger Things has an atmosphere that seems amazing (especially during events with all the decorations and everything), it never really made me want to watch it.
That night was actually the very first time I had ever watched an episode of Stranger Things. It was nice, but honestly I didn’t really get into it. So I probably won’t watch the rest… especially since I’d have to start from the beginning anyway 😅 On the other hand, my brother has watched everything, so he probably enjoyed being there even more haha. By the way, before they screened the first episode of this final season, they showed a recap of all the previous seasons. And at one point, there was a scene with an actress who appears very little in the series. I mention it because the day before, I had been invited to a film premiere where she was one of the main actresses! And she was supposed to be there in person! But it was canceled at the last minute because she had to fly back to the United States quickly. What a coincidence Anyway, since my day had started off really badly because of my pain, I was worried that my symptoms might prevent me from going to this event. But in the end, everything went well! Honestly, it feels like I’m cursed sometimes, as if my health often tries to ruin important events… But I’m doing everything I can to stop letting illness steal moments of my life! And once again, I had an amazing evening! More content from that moment will be in the YouTube video about it that will be released soon 😉
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whenever im watching a gacha reaction video and they abbreviate steve harrington to SH i flinch like a traumatized veteran
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over 250 notes on my steve harrington fic!! thank you all for reading and enjoying woooooo!! more to come soon 🤍
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I didnt know they had official figures I’m crying who’s tayr and what did he do to Mike
Cleradin au but they’re … accurate ?…. #tayer4life
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Sarah Hindsgaul Turns Stranger Things Hair Into Beauty Line
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Sarah Hindsgaul Turns Stranger Things Hair Into Beauty Line
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Wheeler & Krane
Chapter Twenty Four
Angelic
Stranger Things AU
Rating - 12
Word Count - 1710
Mike and Lana spent much of the day just chatting, talking about movies and comic books. Memories and madness, friends and enemies. They both sat cross-legged on his bed, laughing and joking with the music playing softly in the back of it all. Mike never thought he could be so happy just hanging out with Lana, but… here he was, never wanting it to end for even a moment.
“You ever really use that thing?” Lana asked as she eyed his guitar beside his bed,
“Ohh uhh…” Mike blushed, “Not really,” He said as he grabbed it and brought it over. He blew the dust of it, sending enough of a dust cloud across the bed to make Lana sneeze the most adorable little ‘Achoo’ Mike had ever heard. He wanted to squeal so badly, but he just swallowed his joy, “Sorry,”
“It’s fine,” She said, “Where did you even get it?”
“It uhh it was Eddie’s old acoustic. I told him I was interested in learning, so he gave it to me to practice on.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” she smiled, “Have you done much practice?” She teased,
He chuckled, “Do I need to answer that, or was the dust cloud enough?”
“How much have you learnt?”
“Uhhh…” He pondered as he set the guitar on his lap, “I can do… Smoke on the water?” He offered,
“Let me hear it,”
He gulped and nodded, putting his fingers up on the neck and doing his best to play the strings right, just about handling the iconic opening, “That’s it,”
“That’s all you can play, Mike?” Lana laughed,
“No! I can do… uhh…” he began scrambling for something else Eddie taught him, managing to play a little, “Another one bites the dust,”
“Pretty good, pretty good, anything else?”
“Uhhh, wish you were here… just,” he answers sheepishly, managing some of the song, “Ohh! I can knock on heaven’s door! I know that one,”
“Oooohh…” she smiled eagerly, watching and listening as he played a little for her,
“That’s about it, I don’t know that much, do I?”
“You’re learning,” She smiled, “Here, let me help.”
Lana sat up a little and moved his fingers showing him what chords to hold and how to strum each one,
It was slow, and he struggled at first, but he really liked Lana being so close to him, touching his fingers and showing him everything he needed, until he picked up what she was teaching him,
“Ohh! This is fly me to the moon!”
“Yeah, think you can put all that together?”
“I think so…” He nodded sheepishly, as he began to play it as best he could,
Lana smiled, clicking her fingers and tapping her thigh to keep him in rhythm,
Mike focused to intensely on his fingers dancing over the neck of the guitar, nodding his head along with her rhythm. But he almost lost his hold on the guitar completely when he heard her,
“Fly me to the moon… And let me play among the stars…Let me see what spring is like… On a-Jupiter and Mars,” she softly sang,
Her voice was enough to make Mike miss two chords, his eyes wide as he looked at her, his fingers moving without him even looking at them, heavenly and divine, unlike anything he had ever heard before.
“Fill my heart with song… And let me sing forever more … You are all I long for… All I worship and adore!” She sang a little louder and more confidently, her eyes closed, unable to see how he was staring,
But Mike was so enamoured he never wanted the song to end, his focus only on her and her voice in his ears,
“Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words: hold my hand In other words: baby, kiss me” she sang softly swaying in time,
His jaw dropped open, unable to breathe, mindlessly leaning a little closer to her,
“Fill my heart with song, And let me sing for ever more, You are all I long for, All I worship and adore, In other words: please, be true, In other words: I love you…”
All the heat in his body flooded his cheeks, his hands playing on even if the song should have been over by now, he just wanted her to sing it again for him,
She laughed a little, meeting his eyes, and came up with another little verse for him, “Baby, won’t you take me, far, away from here, to the moon and back, I’ll love you, my dear.”
Mike smiled and did his best to join her for the rest of the song, so they sang softly together as his fingers danced over the neck of the guitar,
“Fly me to the moon, And let me play among the stars, Let me see what spring is like, On a-Jupiter and Mars, In other words: hold my hand, In other words, in other words: Darling Kiss me, Fill my heart with song, And let me sing forever more. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words: please, be true. In other words: I love you… In other words… I love …you.”
They finished with a final, resonant strum of the guitar that lingered in the air, creating a soft echo before the room fell into utter silence. Their gazes locked, each pair of eyes sparkling with unspoken emotion, and neither could suppress the joyful smiles that spread across their faces. Mike was the first to break the spell, his gaze flickering to Lana’s plump red lips, which seemed to beckon him closer. To his surprise, however, he found her own eyes drifting down to meet his lips. The charged silence enveloped them, both seemingly suspended in time, each holding their breath in anticipation.
Mike leaned in slightly, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Lana mirrored his movement, shifting just a fraction closer, the warmth radiating between them palpable. As the tip of his nose brushed softly against hers, he was instantly enveloped by the sweet notes of her perfume, a scent that filled his senses and wrapped around his thoughts. With each moment that passed, the thumping of his heart echoed louder in his ears and chest, drowning out everything else in the world.
“Lana… I…” Mike began,
But they both jumped as a loud bang came from beyond Mike’s door, and the sound of feet rushing down the hallway and stairs,
“Shit- Sorry… probably Holly being nosy.” Mike gasped, running a hand through his hair and taking a breath,
“It’s alright,”
“You… you have a beautiful voice,”
“Thanks,” She shrugged,
“Lana… I’m serious, your voice it’s Angelic I… I can’t believe I never knew you… could sing like that,”
“It never came up, I guess.”
“Name came- Lana, I have known you since I was in kindergarten! Not one talent show, not one school musical, I… I never had the faintest idea.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t very good in middle school,” she admitted, “St Jospehpine’s didn’t exactly have alot of extracurriculars, there was a hockey team, but… it was damn violent, I was too dumb for Chess club and… I think we can both agree I would not have done well on a model UN or anything.”
“Yeah… I don’t wanna have you to debate against, ever,” he chuckled,
“Yeah, so… I got shoved into choir, found I had a knack for it, and the teacher was nice, so I stuck with it the whole time I was there. Really, it’s the only thing I miss about that place,” she explained,
“I can see why you’re really good, and I’m sorry you don’t get your choir time anymore.”
“It’s okay, I’d rather be here in Hawkin’s anyway,” she smiled, “And I have music class now to keep up with it,”
“Y-you do?”
“Yeah, every Friday after school,”
“That- That’s why you never come to Hellfire!”
She nodded,
“I am… so sorry I’ve been bugging you, I will not bring it up again, I promise, you need your music class way more then playing Dnd with me.”
“It’s okay, I told you I’ll come to Hellfire too. My classes are moving to Tuesdays. So I can start coming soon,”
“That’s good, but what are you doing your classes for? You wanna do musical theatre here in Hawkins or… be a musician one day?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No… I just like doing it, it’s something for me, it brings me a calming joy.”
“I’m glad you found something that makes you feel like that, Lana,”
“Thanks,” she smiled, “But… you know, you help make me feel like that too.”
He blushed and smiled widely, “Yeah, you make me feel like that too.”
“MIKE!” Karen yelled from the bottom of the stairs,
Mike rolled his eyes, “YEAH!”
“It’s time for Lana to go home, Mike!”
“Oh come on, Mom! Five more minutes!”
“Now, Mike! It’s almost dinner time!”
“Fine!” He yelled back, “Sorry, Lana.”
“It’s okay, I need to get back, or my dad will get mad too.”
Lana grabbed her stuff and the two headed down to the front door, “I had alot of fun,”
“I did too.” He smiled, “Thanks for coming over.”
“Thanks for inviting me, have a nice rest of your day.”
“… you too.”
“See you on Monday, Mike.”
“Yeah, see you on Monday, Lana,” he nodded,
She smiled, already knowing he was kinda stalling, so she gently hugged him, wrapping her arms around his torso and her cheek against his chest,
Of course, Mike was completely broken, his eyes wide and body breathless; he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He slowly put his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.
“I’m so happy we can be friends,” She whispered,
“I am too. I’m so happy we get to be friends.” He whispered back,
“Okay, I’ve got to go. See ya, Mike,” she smiled as she pulled back and headed out onto the porch,
“Yeah, see you,” he nodded, giving her a gentle wave as she went down the path,
As soon as she was gone, Mike closed the front door, leaning against it as he caught his breath.
“Mike’s got a girlfriend,” Holly giggled as she sat in the kitchen with her Cabbage Patch doll,
“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes before he bolted back up to his bedroom.
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cowboy mike wheeler. based on a fic i read also i cant draw cowboy hats 🥹
he broke the goddamn wheel!! (someone get that pleasee)
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the way i get anxious everytime i see an 11 edit is INSANE the way i greif is INSANE!!! like holy shit i cant rewatch the show without crying and im gona cry bc shes my baby. she deserved to be happy. she deserved to graduate. she deserved WORLD!!!!!
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Alone in a World that's so Cold (11257 words) by buffyaddict13 [AO3]
Chapters:
1/11
Fandom:
Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating:
Mature
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine “Max” Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Will Byers & Dustin Henderson & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson
Characters:
Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine “Max” Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Will Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Karen Wheeler, Holly Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Terry Ives, Becky Ives, Ellen Stinson, Jonathan Byers, Original Characters, Eleven | Jane Hopper
Additional Tags:
POV Third Person Omniscient, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Suicide Attempt, accidental suicide attempt, Depersonalization, Disassociation, High School Graduation, College Life, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Gratuitous 80s references, 80s Music, Karen Wheeler loves her son, minor original characters, Project INDIGO, MK Ultra, Stephen King References, Pennhurst Mental Hospital, Mental Health Issues, D&D references, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, Mike Wheeler Needs a Hug, Mike Wheeler Needs Therapy, Mike writes
Summary:
El can move mountains. She can fly. She can defeat Vecna. So why can’t she overcome death? This is why Mike will never think of El in the past tense. Because maybe she’s not dead. Maybe she’s in another dimension none of them know about. Maybe she’s trying to get back to him right now. It’s the smallest sliver of hope, but Mike holds it tightly anyway. He’ll never let go.
This is an exploration of the 18 months between El’s “death” and the Party’s high school graduation, followed by their college years. Through it all Mike Wheeler wraps his guilt around himself like a quilt. He buries himself in delusions. He writes. And he waits. Mike is good at waiting.
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“you are not equipment” | steve harrington x reader (stranger things)
You’re sitting on the hood of Steve’s car when the gate crackles behind you.
Not opens.
Crackles.
That low, wrong electric sound you’ve all learned to listen for.
You freeze.
Steve looks up at the same time.
“Everyone good?” he calls automatically.
Dustin gives a thumbs-up from behind the fence.
Robin answers from the shed.
It’s quiet again.
Too quiet.
Steve exhales and drops his bat back down against the bumper.
Only then does he look at you.
And soften.
“Sorry,” he says quietly. “Reflex.”
You slide off the hood and walk straight into his space.
You don’t hug him.
You just rest your hands lightly on his jacket.
Grounding.
Normal.
Human.
“You don’t have to keep checking on everyone every thirty seconds.”
He gives you a tired look.
“Yes I do.”
You tilt your head.
“Steve.”
He holds your gaze.
Then sighs.
“…okay. I probably don’t.”
You both sit back down on the hood, your shoulder pressed into his arm.
The night air is cold and damp and smells faintly like burned metal.
Hopper’s gone into town for supplies.
The kids are inside arguing about something extremely unimportant.
Which, honestly, is the best sound in the world right now.
Steve watches the dark tree line longer than he needs to.
You notice the way his jaw stays tight.
“How bad was it?” you ask softly.
He doesn’t pretend not to know what you mean.
He shrugs.
Not casual.
Protective.
“I got clipped,” he says.
You immediately look at him.
He winces.
“Not bad. I swear. Just—”
You lift the sleeve of his jacket without asking.
A dark bruise blooms along his forearm.
Your stomach drops.
Steve clocks it.
“It looks worse than it feels.”
You stare at it.
Then at him.
Then back at it.
You don’t say anything.
That’s what makes him nervous.
“…hey.”
You finally look up.
“Do you ever get tired of being the one who gets hit first?”
The question lands between you.
Not accusing.
Just honest.
Steve’s mouth opens.
Closes.
He exhales through his nose.
Slow.
“I don’t really think about it like that.”
You nod.
“I do.”
That gets his attention.
He turns fully toward you now.
You keep your voice low.
Careful.
“I watch you run in every single time. I watch you put yourself in front of everyone like it’s automatic. Like you don’t even check whether you’re allowed to be scared first.”
His eyes flicker.
He doesn’t joke.
Doesn’t deflect.
Just listens.
“I don’t need you to stop protecting people,” you add quietly.
“I just need you to remember you’re one of them.”
Something in his face shifts.
Subtle.
But real.
He stares at the ground for a second.
Then says—
“I don’t really know how to do that.”
You slide your hand into his.
Cold fingers.
Rough knuckles.
Familiar.
“You’re doing it right now.”
He squeezes your hand back without thinking.
A reflex.
Like everything else.
He swallows.
“You know what’s messed up?” he says softly.
“What?”
“I don’t get scared when it’s happening.”
You don’t interrupt.
“I get scared later. When it’s quiet. When everyone’s okay. When I’m supposed to be okay.”
Your chest tightens.
You lean into him and rest your head against his shoulder.
He stiffens.
Just for half a second.
Then melts into you like he’s been waiting for permission.
“I hate that part,” he admits.
“I know,” you whisper.
He shifts so his arm comes around you properly.
Not loose.
Not dramatic.
Protective in a way that finally goes both directions.
“You still think I’m… useful?” he asks suddenly.
The word is small.
But it’s loaded.
You pull back just enough to look at him.
“Steve. You are not equipment.”
He huffs a weak laugh.
“You say that like it’s obvious.”
“It is.”
He studies your face like he’s checking for cracks.
For pity.
For exaggeration.
He finds none.
“You’re kind,” you continue.
“You’re patient. You drive everyone everywhere. You remember what people like. You sit on the floor with kids who are freaking out and don’t make them feel stupid for it.”
His throat works.
“You make stupid situations feel survivable.”
You reach up and gently press your thumb against his cheek.
Right under his eye.
“None of that has anything to do with getting hit.”
He closes his eyes.
Just for a moment.
And when he opens them again, they’re shiny in a way he would absolutely deny if you called it out.
“I really don’t deserve you,” he murmurs.
You lean in and kiss him.
Soft.
Brief.
Grounding.
“Yes,” you say quietly when you pull back.
“You do.”
Behind you, someone inside yells Steve’s name.
He groans faintly.
Of course.
You smile.
He presses his forehead to yours before standing.
Promise.
Reset.
Armor back on.
But when he takes your hand and pulls you up with him—
He doesn’t let go.
Not even when the gate crackles again.
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there’s a lot of things i hate about s5, but tbh i actually like hollys age being retconned to be a couple years older. maybe it’s the fact that it makes the wheeler siblings age gaps very similar to my own, but i feel like it makes everything more natural, and makes it easier for her to bond with her siblings. plus, even if they kinda milked her screen time in s5, i do really like her character. like idk i don’t have some big grand reason as to why, i just like her being a bit older