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Jonathan Byers is a creep - and discovering the popular heart-throb, Steve Harrington, at his college, was one of the best thing to have ever happened to him. He fills the viewfinder of Jonathan's camera, the photos on his walls, and the notes in his journal. That is, until Steve unearths his dirty secret, and Jonathan realizes his version of Steve — the alluring, fratboy facade — does not align with the man confronting him now. Steve has a few secrets of his own.
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The game shifts. Bruce learns the Riddler's true identity. Instead of handing him over the police, he decides to break his own rules and deal with the man himself.
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"You know him?" Thanos asks as he tries to think of his own lyrics to go with the track that's still playing. "He produce for real, or is this a favor type thing?" Doesn't matter either way. Thanos has got a damn gift when it comes to getting people to do shit for him.
"That's the thing," Semi groans with a downright strange amount of frustration. "The guy's name is Namgyu, I'm pretty sure, and he's a composer. Like, the classical stuff at the beginning, that was his."
Thanos nods, even though he doesn't really get why she's saying this shit like she's reading him a prison sentence ending in the electric chair. "Soo...?" He asks slowly. "If he made that, he can definitely do the producing shit, too. It's just a different genre." It's true. As long as he's got an ear for what's good, and knows how to work the fancy ass machines, then Thanos should be solid.
"Well, the issue is that he would never do it," she shrugs.
"He'd do it for me," Thanos waves off. It's not even cocky or some shit. All he's got to do is hook the guy up with girls or drugs or an oil change, and he should be fine. "Why wouldn't he?"
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How Thanos and Namgyu make an album together and maybe fall in love.
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“By the way, take this.” And, there were Noel’s big hands, again, reaching to press something into his own, annoyingly girl-ish, grasp. It was a number scrawled onto an exorbitantly high bill. “But, don’t be weird. And, don’t bother me.”
or Graham and Noel play a game of telephone through 1997 & 1998.
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18 Apr 2025