Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler
Characters:
Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley
Additional Tags:
Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Condoms, Vaginal Sex, Boys Kissing, Girls Kissing, Everyone is Bisexual, Foursome - F/F/M/M, Face-Sitting, Cowgirl Position, Doggy Style, Cheating, sorry Jonathan, Episode: s04e08 Papa (Stranger Things), Missing Scene
Summary:
“What’s your point, man?” Steve interjected, terse and annoyed.
“My point is that we shouldn’t waste it. That I don’t see any of us falling asleep any time soon, so maybe we should do something else.”
“Like?” Robin prompted, finally turning her head to look at him in the fading light.
“Well…” he said, stretching both arms above his head now, and even Robin could tell he was trying very hard to seem casual. “We could always make out.”
A Hellcheer AU where Corroded Coffin makes it big and Chrissy is the band’s manager and Eddie gets papped at a kink club with Chrissy and a mystery woman
The walls didn’t bleed, but the black sludge that slid down them at the first hint of rain had no plausible source. The cellar smelled of death, and yet the rammed earth had been swept clean. Doors slammed. The hot water was either ice cold, or a hazard. The stairs were… agile and greasy.
“Do you remember when Grandma got sick? When her feelings got too big and she got tired and sad?” She said, softly and quietly to her children, holding their hands. “I think the house’s feelings got very big. I think the house saw some really scary things like Grandma did when she was little, and it’s feelings are too big to carry. I don’t think houses are supposed to feel things like that. It doesn’t want to be mean, it’s just tired and sad. We don’t have to let it be mean, but we can’t be mean back, okay?”
Ashleigh would read the house bedtime stories from her thick, cardboard, books. Stories about the moon, and kittens, and even one about a friendly spider. She still saw shadows sometimes, but they only stood in the doorway now. They didn’t try to reach for her ankles in the dark. That was okay, because she didn’t like to sleep alone anyway. She would tell the shadow goodnight, and that she hoped it had good dreams.
Bryce knew to use the infra-red thermometer to check the water before showers. “Hey, it really hurts when you try to burn me. Okay? I just don’t want to stink like a-… like butt after band. I don’t know why you don’t want us to shower but like… see these things on the floor? They’re rough so you can’t slip or nothing, okay? Please don’t burn me.” And it didn’t. Sometimes the temperature shifted a little but never as badly as before.
Sometimes they prayed with the house. They weren’t sure what else to do. They didn’t pray at it, and it wasn’t exactly Christian or … anything else really, but they just … just… sat with it, and said words of gratitude and peaceful contemplation. They wondered if it missed that moment of familial togetherness around the table. Each of them would note something good about their day, and something that maybe had been bad but had taught them something important, and there was always mention of being grateful for a roof over their heads… that shelter, togetherness, and safety made it a Home.
“I like it here, Mommy.” Ashleigh had said once. “It was scary at first but you were right… the house was just scared. We were new, and different and I think the house was scared we might tear it up and change it. But I like it here.”
“I like it here too, Baby.” She had said, quietly. She liked that she could afford to feed, clothe, and house two children because the house had sold for pennies on the dollar. She liked that there was room here for hobbies and game rooms, for a home office and a real dining room. “I think, deep down, the house likes us too. We know some sad things happened here, and that’s a lot of big feelings. I think that as long as we’re good to the house and show it that it doesn’t have to be scary, or scared… that it’ll get better.”
That night she stared at the spot of damp threatening to leech through the fresh coat of paint. “House… or… whoever you are. My kids have been through a lot. And we’re going to keep having this little talk for as long as we have to. Please just love them the way I love them. Love them the way they love you. You see how they walk in the door after school and the world falls off of their shoulders because they’re home? That’s not just us, that’s you too.”
The house settled, almost sighed. It, the amalgamation of suffering and grief and love and joy and birthday parties and funerals and breakfasts and beatings and… life… emotions… feelings… It, the House, considered the wisdom of this Mother’s words. It could run them away and sip on their fear and rage or it could love them fiercely, and grow strong with them for generations.
I'm totally in support of the writers in theory but I'm trying to understand more of what you're fighting for because I've seen some people on twitter claim writers make more money a week than most of us make in a month so I'm trying to understand what the issue is. Also if that info is accurate. This is a genuine question. Not trying to have a "gotcha moment". I really want to hear from a writer.
people have always had wild misconceptions about how much a writer earns because of their lack of understanding of how the industry actually works. there’s so many posts about how “you guys make 5k a week. what more do you want?!” yeah…let’s do some math on that.
5k a week for 14 weeks (and that’s a long room. a lot of rooms these days are 8-10 weeks. those are the dreaded mini-rooms we’re trying to kill) is $70,000. for roughly three months of work. you’d think we’re cooking with gas…BUT HOLD UP. that’s gross! let’s see everything that has to come out of that check:
10% to our agent
10% to our manager
5% to our entertainment attorney
5% to our business manager (not everyone has one but a lot of us do. i do, so that’s literally 30% immediately off the top of every check)
most of these breakdowns ive seen downplay taxes severely. someone made one that says writers pay 5% in taxes and i would like to ask them “in what universe?”. that doesn’t even cover state taxes. the way taxes work in the industry is really complicated, but the short of it is most of us have companies for tax reasons so we aren’t taxed like people on w2s/1099. if we did we’d be even more fucked. basically every production hires a writer’s company instead of the writer as an individual. so they engage our companies for our services and then at the end of the year we (the company) pay taxes as corporations or llcs (depending on what the writer chose to go with). my company is registered as a “corporation” so let’s go with those rates. california’s corporate rate is 9% and the federal corporate tax rate is 21%. there’s other expenses with running a business like fees and other shit so my business managers/accountants/bookkeepers have recommended i save between 35-40% of everything i make for when tax season comes.
you see where the math is at already??? 25-30% in commissions and then 35-40% in taxes. on the lower end you’re at THE VERY LEAST looking at 60% of that check gone. 70% worst case scenario. suddenly those $70,000 people claim we make are actually down to $28,000 as the take home pay. and that’s if you’re only losing 60%. it goes down to $21,000 if it’s 70%.
lets pretend you worked a long 14 week room (that’s the longest room ive ever worked btw) and let’s also be generous and say you only have 60% in expenses so the take home is $28,000. average rent in los angeles is around $2,800-$3,000. if you’re paying $2,800 in rent that means you need AT LEAST $4,000 a month to have a semi decent life since you need to also cover groceries, gas, medical expenses, toiletries, phone, internet, utilities, rental and car insurances, car payments, student loan payments, etc etc etc. and again, this is los angeles. everything is more expensive so you’re living BARE BONES on 4k. and these are numbers as a single person. im not even taking having children into account. so those $28,000 you take home might cover your life for 6-7 months. 3 of which you’re in the room working. the reality is that once that room ends, you might not work in a room again for 6-9-12 months (i have friends whose last jobs were over 18 months ago) and you now only have about 3 months left of savings to hold you over. we have to make that money stretch while we do all the endless free development we do for studios and until we get our next paying job. so…3 months left of enough money to cover your expenses -> possible 9 months of not having a job. this is how writers end up on food stamps or applying to work at target.
this is why we’re fighting for better rates and better residuals. residuals were a thing writers used to rely on to get them through the unemployment periods. residual checks have gone down from 20k to $0.03 cents. im not joking.
they’ve decimated our regular pay and then destroyed residuals. we have nothing left. so don’t believe it when they tell you writers are being greedy. writers are simply fighting to be able to make a middle class living. we’re not asking them to become poor for our sake. we’re asking for raises that amount to 2% of their profit. TWO PERCENT. this is a fight for writing even being a career in five years instead of something you do on the side while you work retail to pay your bills. if you think shows are bad now imagine when your writer has to do it as a hobby because they need a real job to pay their bills and support a family. (which none of us can currently afford to have btw)
support writers. stop being bootlickers for billion dollar corporations. stop caring about fictional people more than you care about the real people that write them. if we don’t win this fight it truly is game over. the industry as you know it is gone.
I cannot stress enough how much this has sent me spinning. He’s a FUCKING SUGARBABY??? A KEPT MAN??? A TROPHY HUSBAND??? THE WORLDS GREATEST DETECTIVE: A BOYTOY???
Heavens bless Rian Johnson. I am LIVING.
Obsessed. Actively rotating them around in my head.
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